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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 19:00:40 GMT -6
As "We Can Make the World Stop" ends, the crowd starts to stir as it immediately goes into the opening drums and bass that start the distinctive sounds of "Move Away" by The Killers! As it plays, the crowd begins to cheer as Interim Director Darrin Stearns starts to come out from the back! As he walks down, he starts to shake hands with a few people to greet them, all before stepping in the ring with a clipboard in his hand. Making a motion for the music to die down, he nods as the crowd cheers. Waiting for them to die down, he gives a small smile as he lets the crowd get it out of their system.
Darrin Stearns: San Diego, I hope you're all ready for a night of great action! I hate to keep doing this to you guys, you deserve to have much better things open the show than a guy rambling. However, I'm here and I do have some news.
First off, I'd like to go ahead and confirm something that most of you already know. In two weeks at EXODUS Kingdom 1, we have actually a few matches to confirm for that. The first and most important one is a match these two have personally come to ask me for. In a match that will be one fall, must be a winner...Justin Brooks will meet his longtime friend and rival, JIMMY RILEY! This shake up could have huge implications for who could wind up challenging for any of the titles in EXODUS Pro down the line.
That's the first official match announced for EXODUS Kingdom, but I'm out her for a specific reason. Here in my hand...
He raises his hand, holding up the clipboard that seems to have some papers on it, along with a pen on a string.
Darrin Stearns: ...is the contract for the I Quit Match at Desperate Times. Should Fiona Rourke manage to take the victory against Reverend Jerry Matthews at the Kan-Fes show on May 31st, Rourke will be making her V5 defense against her opponent. First, please welcome our reigning and defending EXODUS Pro Champion...FIONA ROURKE!
"Unbreakable" by Fireflight starts to play as the crowd cheers the minute Fiona Rourke makes her way out! Clad in some jeans and a Jonathan Collins "ZERO Hour Has Arrived" t-shirt, she starts to make her way down to the ring, slapping a few hands along the way. Stepping into the ring, Fiona climbs a turnbuckle and holds the title high, pointing her other hand to the sky as the crowd continues to cheer before she steps down, going over toward Darrin.
Darrin Stearns: And her opponent, the number one contender...LEGION member Magnus Gunner!
"Something In the Way" by Nirvana starts, the crowd boos as Gunner skulks out in his wrestling gear and a sleeveless LEGION t-shirt, watching her as he slowly steps in. As he gets to the ring, he waves her off as he nods, coming in finally as he approaches Stearns, looking at him.
Darrin Stearns: Now...if you two could just put your signatures here, that'll make it easier.
Fiona reaches for the clipboard, and as she does, she takes the pen and starts reading things over, all before she asks for a microphone herself, looking to speak.
Fiona Rourke: Mr. Stearns, I want you to know that I'm okay with all these stipulations, but I need to say one thing. I want one more thing, Magnus...
She stops, putting the title over her shoulder as she approaches Gunner, not afraid to look him in the eyes.
Fiona Rourke: ...I want Jonathan Collins back in EXODUS Pro.
Gunner raises his eyebrows, looking for a microphone of his own, getting one as he smirks, looking right at her, knowing he has her right where he wants her.
Magnus Gunner: Is that what you really want? I'm not sure how to tell you this, Fiona...but we certainly did a magnificent job putting him six feet underground! Fiona, I don't know what you're thinking, but...he's not coming back. You, Riley, the rest of EXODUS, Darrin Stearns, Rufus Frost, and all of section 106 over there with the Jon Collins t-shirts need to stop thinking he's going to magically wake up. We. Destroyed. Him. However, if you really think winning that match will right what's wrong? I'll indulge the monster in you. If you win, he's free to return the moment he stops breathing without mechanical assistance. However, now I want something. If I win? Not only will I have been satisfied having brought the monster out of you, but I want it as the last thing your fans remember. You can go back to Knoxville and beg for work, because if I win? You're gone. You won't just lose the title, but you'll be out of EXODUS Pro!
The crowd seems stunned, and Fiona looks over her title, patting it to make sure it's still there after all of this. With that, she looks up at Darrin, giving him a nod.
Fiona Rourke: Put it in the contract, Darrin. I'm going to Korakuen Hall, and I swear that I'm not only going to win this match for EXODUS, but I'm going to bring Jonathan Collins home where he belongs!
"Unbreakable" starts, and the crowd goes unglued as Fiona holds the belt high above her head, making sure Gunner gets a good look at her before she starts walking off, Gunner smirking the entire time as she gets out of the ring and makes her way to the back.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 19:17:25 GMT -6
Singles Match - Kamigawa's Challenge Part 2
Blake Jones vs. Ryuji Kamigawa
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 (you pick the color)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.
Dick Morosi: Here we go, fans, opening match, and Ryuji Kamigawa's challenge is now on the other foot!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, and Blake Jones here's got more than a "warm up" as he prepares for his match with Andrew Ashton at Desperate Times!
"Cry For The Dark" by Galneryus hits the speakers of the RIMAC Arena, heralding the arrival of EXODUS Pro's hired gun, Ryuji Kamigawa. As per usual, he marches out from the back down the aisle in his signature white tuxedo and black bowtie, dark sunglasses on his face. He pays no attention to the mixed reaction of the crowd, nor, for that matter, even his own ring introduction, opting to simply slide underneath the bottom ring rope and pop up in a neutral corner, cracking his knuckles to prepare for the task at hand.
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa picked up a big win here two weeks ago over Magnus Gunner, surprising a lot of people, Seth.
Seth Ericson: You got that right!
Kamigawa, coming off a big win over Magnus Gunner, starts the match with taking control of Blake Jones using a Side Headlock. Jones tries to fight him off with elbow strikes to the midsection, sliding out of Ryuji's grip and going for an Enzuigiri.
Dick Morosi: That could be a big break for Jones!
Kamigawa falls to one knee and Jones sees the advantage, runs off the ropes and hits Kamigawa with a Dropkick right to the face. Blake then climbs the ropes and waits for Kamigawa to stand up, waiting for the right moment to hit the Diving Crossbody. He goes for the move, but Kamigawa catches him in his arms and drops him with a Front Powerslam.
Seth Ericson: Not his smartest move!
He immediately stands up and performs a Jumping Leg Drop, followed by a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
Jones kicks out and Kamigawa stays in control, shooting Blake to the corner. The Japanese hired gun hits several palm strikes and then takes few steps back, going for a Corner Splash, but Jones moves out and Ryuji hits nothing but the ropes.
Dick Morosi: Blake Jones fighting for survival here, that splash could've flattened him!
Seth Ericson: And if he's not careful, he'll be flattened soon enough anyway.
Blake quickly catches Ryuji with a Spinning Wheel Kick, rocking him, and then dropping him with a DDT. Jones then locks in the Sharpshooter, trying to get a huge submission win. Ryuiji manages to get to the ropes and clutch them, forcing Blake to break the hold. Blake lets Ryuji on his feet and then sends him back down with a Bulldog before rolling Kamigawa on his back trying to pin him.
ONE!
TWO!
Dick Morosi: Kickout just before three! Blake Jones sees an opening here against a worn out opponent.
Ryuji struggles to his feet, but immediately gets dropped again, this time with a Superkick. Blake quickly follows it up with a Lionsault, but Ryuji blocks it with his knees. Jones is rocked and Kamigawa seizes the oppoortunity, dropping the young wrestler with a beautiful Thunderfire Powerbomb right into a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Jones kicks out just in time!
Seth Ericson: I thought that might be it!
Dick Morosi: Ryuji Kamigawa thought so too, but he looks ready to finish Blake Jones off!
Ryuji calls for the Aya-chan Bomber, but Jones slides out of the ring. Kamigawa follows him, but Blake sends a knee towards the belly of the Japanese man and sends him back, stepping on the apron. Kamigawa stands up in the ring and Blake goes for the Jones Equation, but Kamigawa catches him mid-air, locking him in a Bearhug. Blake tries to fight off with elbow strikes to the head. He is successful in escaping the hold, but Kamigawa is quick to recover and this time hits the Aya-chan bomber with perfection. He goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Blake kicks out once again.
Dick Morosi: Jones is up, but wobbly and-- That's Andrew Ashton!
Indeed, Jones' opponent at Desperate Times is already at ringside and spins Blake Jones around, trying to catch him off guard...only for Jones to realize what's happening and jump up, dropkicking Drew off the apron to the floor! The crowd cheers, but not for that...because when Blake Jones is up again, he turns right into a Kabuchiko Lullaby!
Seth Ericson: And he is OUT! LIKE! A LIGHT! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Kamigawa rolls out of the ring, calmly grabbing his champagne bottle and heading to the aisle.
David Zinkus: Here is your winner...RYUJI KAMIGAWAAAAAA!
Dick Morosi: Well? Is he going to tell us who he's picked? Has he even picked a side?
Seth Ericson: I'd almost argue why should he? He beat Gunner, he beat Jones...he's more dangerous than a lot of people here in EXODUS!
Dick Morosi: Perhaps that's true, Seth...we'll be right back with more EXODUS action!
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 19:23:37 GMT -6
A lot of shouting and crashing of objects is heard backstage, as a camera crew decides to locate what is happening. When they get to the source of the commotion, they see Andrew Ashton, one hand on his head, kicking over chairs, tables, trash cans and generally everything around him. Andrew Ashton: He's like a freaking psychic! Andrew continues to rant and rave, making as much mess as possible while he moves through the backstage area. Members of the EXODUS crew move out of his way just in case. The Final Star notices one struggling to hold back laughter. Andrew Ashton: You think this is funny?! Crew Member: I'm sorry Mr-- Before the crew member can finish, Andrew takes him down with a quick punch to the face. Drew stands over his fallen body and kneels down, pointing in his face. Andrew Ashton: I didn't come to this piece of *bleep* company to be ridiculed! Especially by some kid who uses T-shirts as toilet paper! The Final Star steps away from the fallen crew member and begins to walk down the corridor, mumbling to himself in the process as he approaches a corner. Andrew Ashton: I'm a five time champion, legend in this business, and he thinks he can disre-- aah! As Andrew turns the corner, he screams and falls backwards onto the floor. The camera pans around the corner to see what startled Andrew - a cardboard cutout of Blake Jones. Andrew scrambles backwards on the floor and gets up to his feet. Andrew Ashton: You think this is funny, Blake?! Drew stomps over to the cutout and superkicks it in the face. When the cutout hits the floor, Andrew begins to rain stomps down on it, shotuing like it was Blake Jones. Andrew Ashton: Well how do you like that?! Take that! You think I'm scared of you?! Members of the crew laugh around Drew. He stops and looks at them all, but this time they continue to laugh. This just serves to anger him even more. Andrew Ashton: Screw you all! You think I'm scared of this punk!? I'll show you all! Andrew walks away from the cutout and heads down the corridor again. This time when he reaches another corner, he visibly slows down... Andrew Ashton: ...I'm not scared. He edges closer towards the corner, takes a noticeable gulp... then peaks his head around. He lets out a sigh of relief, seeing nothing around the corner. Andrew Ashton: See?! Totally not scared! The camera cuts back to ringside as Andrew walks down the corridor some more, checking his surroundings carefully. The lights dim in the arena as the James Bond-esque intro to Michael Bublé's “Cry Me A River” begins to play throughout the arena. After a moment the booming voice of Brian Blessed echoes around. The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry
God for Harry! England and Saint George! Suddenly Street Sweeper Social Club’s version of “Mama Said Knock You Out” kicks in as Tim Worthington appears through the entrance curtain. Dick Morosi: An unexpected appearance from Tim Worthington here. Seth Ericson: Probably coming out to announce his fifteenth retirement, after his piss poor showing two weeks ago! Dick Morosi: That’s a little harsh! Don't call it a comeback
I been here for years
Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear
Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon
Listen to the bass go BOOM Worthington makes his way to the ring wearing a smart light grey suit, jacket open and revealing the matching waistcoat, crisp white shirt and black tie. He is all smiles as he high-fives fans in the crowd on his way to the ring. He climbs the steps and climbs into the ring between the middle and top ropes. David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring from Southampton, England and weighing in at 239 lbs, “Dynamite” Tim Worthington! Worthington shakes hands with Zinkus, taking a microphone from him before waving at the fans as the music fades. Tim Worthington: Thank you, San Diego! Cheap pop! Tim Worthington: My first EXODUS appearance was a pretty big night for me. A return to the ring, a win, a decent reception from the San Diego crowd. I liked it. My second show, nine men in one ring, all with an opportunity to get a shot at Jerry Matthews and the San Diego Bay Title. I got dumped out pretty easily. That I didn’t like so much. He smiles slightly as he tilts his head to the right and shrugs his shoulders. Tim Worthington: Me coming to EXODUS is a rebirth for me, a chance to start again from the bottom of the ladder and see where I can go. So far I’ve not gone too high, I’ve not even been booked to appear here tonight, and rightly so after my last performance. I know I let myself down, but that’s only going to serve to push me on that little bit more. It’s going to be a wake up call; a catalyst. Now I know talk is cheap, that me coming out here in front of you fine fans and saying this means nothing unless I get in this ring and back it up. And that’s just what I intend to do. There’s a small ripple of applause from one corner of the room. Tim Worthington: LEGION, I’ve stayed out of your business since I’ve been here. You’ve been dominating and decimating your opposition and steamrolling through anyone who stands in your way. That is until two weeks ago when certain members of the EXODUS locker room started to band together. It’s looking like this fight is beginning to get a little more interesting. And you know what? This is exactly the kind of battle that I want to be a part of. It’s exactly the kind of war that I’ve been missing in my career for a long time now. I remember with fondness my battles against the Nu Skool Army in the MWA, my clashes with The Alliance in the BWA and the epic battle against the MWA for the UKWA. Dick Morosi: Worthington sounds fired up tonight! Seth Ericson: I have no idea who any of those people or companies are, Dick. How old is this guy? Tim Worthington: But the last of those was almost a decade ago. I want to prove to everyone that there’s still fight left in me; what better way than getting involved in the biggest battle that E-Pro has ever seen? Dick Morosi: Sounds like he’s issuing a ‘come and get me’ plea. Seth Ericson: He better be careful, or LEGION actually will come and ‘get’ him! Dick Morosi: Let's head back to...uh...catering? Backstage at Craft Services, the cameras catch up with Jamie Essex and Harakiri at the condiment table. Essex is staring long and hard at the array of possibilities for his hot dog. Jamie Essex: You know mate, why we need thirteen different kinds of mustard is beyond me ... and where's the damn, oh there it is. Essex picks up an old and crusty looking bottle of Heinz ketchup and turns it upside down over his hotdog. He stands there patiently waiting as nothing comes out. Harakiri, who isn't nearly as patient, raises his left hand in the air and brings it down quickly, slapping the bottom of the bottle. The ketchup comes shooting out, completely covering the hotdog, bun, nearly two-thirds of the french fries, and the entire front of his grey dress pants. Jamie looks from his food to Harakiri, then back down to his pants, shaking his head. Jamie Essex: Didn't we chat about you doing that? Do we need to talk about the Denny's incident again? I'm still finding maple syrup in my ears. Essex looks around for a towel or napkins but can't find anything. All of a sudden, Essex looks up, and notices a figure standing out of camera view twirling a towel. The camera pans out, and the reigning San Diego Bay Champion, “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah come into view. Jerry Matthews: Having a bit of trouble there, Mr. Essex? Allow me to lend you a hand. Matthews tosses Essex the towel, and Essex catches it in his left hand. Jamie Essex: Thanks, mate, but I hardly think that your sole purpose of this visit didn’t have anything to do with tossing me a napkin. What in the bloody hell do you want? Matthews motions to Jeremiah, who reaches into his suit jacket pocket. He then pulls out a thick envelope. Jeremiah then hands it to Essex. Essex opens the envelope and finds it filled with cash. Essex’s eyebrows raise in surprise. Jamie Essex: And what is this? Jerry Matthews: Consider it to be a generous donation to you and your masked associate from the fine congregation of Redemption Baptist. All I ask is that you pull Harakiri from my scheduled title defense at Desperate Times in two weeks time. Don’t be a fool, Englishman, take the money and run. Before Essex can give the pastor an answer, Sylar Drake appears. The young Brit, wearing casual jeans and a white shirt, has his hands folded across his chest and shakes his head with a look of despise on his face. Sylar Drake: See... that is why I am needed here. Bribes in pro-wrestling? How low is that? You guys are a disgrace to this sport... He takes few steps forward, getting to a face to face situation with Jerry Matthews. Sylar points at his championship. Sylar Drake: You will see that honor is the one thing that truly matters and truly brings you to the top. When I'll take that-- Harakiri reaches forward, spinning Drake around, and the two begin trading punches! They quickly move toward one of the sitting areas, at which point Matthews joins in, throwing punches at Drake (while making sure to covertly jab Harakiri!) as the three are quickly swarmed upon by EXODUS Security! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 19:28:45 GMT -6
International Title #1 Contenders Match!Christian Kane vs. Steve LentonSHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him as the lights quickly begin to illuminate his silhouette. David Zinkus: The following is a standard one fall singles match! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in this morning at 226lbs… ‘THE CANADIAN SENSATION’… CHRISTIAN….KANE! With a smirk Kane instantly proceeds to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, looking around the arena with a wry smile on his face which quickly turns to disgusted scowl as the fans in the RIMAC arena let Kane know exactly what they think of him. As the music continues to play, Kane waves a dismissive hand and makes his way around to the left side of the ring, walks up the steel steps then climbs the turnbuckle. With one foot on the top turnbuckle and one on the second rope, Kane holds his arms out to his side and tenses his muscles, inciting an extremely loud negative reaction from the audience in attendance once more. His signature smirk now replaced by a frown, Kane now hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring. Walking across the ring the Canadian Sensation jumps on the second rope, blowing a sarcastic kiss into the crowd as jeers rain out from the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful. As the music slowly fades, Kane hops off the rope and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. The sounds of cheers are heard around the arena. The fans wait in anticipation, almost eager for him to come out. The lights flash a royal blue and suddenly "Napalm" by Xzibit blares. Lenton busts through the curtains. The fans bust into a defying scream of cheers. Lenton is talking to the crowd jumping up and down on the stage, walking from one end to the next. The camera zooms in on his face, "Listen to that!" Lenton exclaims with a smirk. He walks up the ramp with a slight strut, looking out at the crowd. David Zinkus: And his opponent… Hailing from Hampton, Virginia… Weighing in at 255lbs… STEVE…LENTON! He stops short and looks around for a moment. He takes it all in, listening to the fans cheer for him. Some of the fans hand touch him. Stephen slaps the hands and continues to make his way up the ramp with his eyes glued on the arena again. Once he makes it to the apron, he looks at the ring and then climbs up on it quickly and stands up on the turnbuckle. The lights around the arena then turn into a spotlight. The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton forms a smirk on his face and lifts his arm in the air with enthusiasm. He wipes his mouth and leaps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the ring, circling it. He decides to hit the turnbuckle again standing on it lifting his right arm in the air the same way he did. He takes in the cheers, looking around slowly. Stephen leaps down and stands in his corner, getting ready to fight. Dick Morosi: And yet another big match right here as The Big L takes on Christian Kane! The pair begins with a traditional collar and elbow tie up, both of them jockeying for an advantage. Things seem quite even for a moment until Lenton uses his height and strength advantage to throw Kane across the ring, to the approval of the fans in attendance. Kane bounces into the corner, looking seriously aggravated by what has just happened. He screams at the fans, telling them to shut up as he dusts himself off. But the fans only cheer louder as Lenton strikes a pose in victory. Dick Morosi: And the fans go wild as Steve Lenton shows some early dominance. Seth Ericson: He better watch out. He may pay for that bit of showboating. They clash again, going back to tie up. Lenton seems to be gaining the advantage again, but Christian throws a sharp knee to Lenton’s lower area that the referee misses. The crowd boos loudly as Steve is stunned by the low blow. Kane quickly charges at Lenton, easily overpowering him with a serious of blows to the face. Christian continues to drive a series of punches to Lenton's face until his back is in the turnbuckle. Kane quickly delivers a hard, heavy, and HUGE over-hand chop to Lenton, who is brought to his knees in pain as the crowd yells "WOOO!" Seth Ericson: WOOOO! Dick Morosi: Just because he ‘Woo’s’ doesn’t mean you have to. Seth Ericson: But it is so infectious… WOOO! Kane is still on the offensive and picks Lenton back up in the corner who is still holding on to his stinging chest, Christian gives the Virginian another HUGE over-hand chop, which sends him back down to his knees in pain. Kane takes a moment to step away from the corner, and gloat at his opponent on the mat below him. Lenton grabs onto one of the nearby ropes, using it for leverage to get back to his feet, but Christian still refuses to give up his offensive lead and actually helps Steve to his feet by his head! He gives Lenton a several massive elbows to the forehead, and then Christian wraps one of his hands around Steve, turns around....pauses...and snapmares him to the ground in the center of the ring, following it up with a nasty dropkick to the back of the head. Dick Morosi: Ouch! That was a vile dropkick of Christian Kane. Seth Ericson: WOOO! Dick Morosi: You are only supposed to do that for chops… Seth Ericson: WOO? Christian leaps down on him, locking in a tight headlock in an attempt to keep the big man grounded. Kane screams a few insults in the direction of the crowd, proclaiming his dominance. Lenton is struggling for air, but is banging his foot on the mat trying to build momentum to get back up, but Kane tightens the hold. After about thirty seconds, Lenton manages to roll onto his front and begins powering himself up. Kane looks in shock as he does so, shaking his head in disbelief. Dick Morosi: Look at Lenton now, trying to power out of that hold. Kane can’t believe it. Seth Ericson: WOO! Dick Morosi: Seriously, stop that now. You are supposed to be a professional. Seth Ericson: I am? Lenton throws an elbow to the sternum. Then another. Then another. He finally frees himself and runs to the ropes. Kane throws a clumsy clothesline, but Lenton ducks under to the other side. As Kane turns he is sent down to the mat as if he has been shot via a vicious Gore from Lenton! Dick Morosi: Vicious Spear from Lenton. The tide has officially turned! Seth Ericson: BLITZ!!!! BLITZ!!!! BLITZ!!!! Lenton grabs the ropes and screams to the crowd, you scream back in appreciation. He turns to find Kane has already up, staggering about in a daze. Lenton dives in with a vile Bicycle kick, but Kane bounces right back up, his eyes seemingly glazed. He swings a wild right but Lenton ducks it, wrapping his arms around his waist and nailing a perfect release German suplex. Christian Kane pops up again, staggering as if he is drunk. Lenton sees this and nails the B.A.N. Buster for the pin. 1.. 2… No! Kane manages to kick out. Steve is in shock, checking with the referee if he was sure it was a two. Kane is crawling to the ropes desperately. He gets himself into the corner, sitting down and throwing the ‘T’ sign with his hands, begging for a time-out. Lenton merely shakes his head with a smile, rejecting his proposal. Dick Morosi: There’s no timeouts in EXODUS, Kane. Seth Ericson: But that isn’t fair i—OOOH! He was suckered into that one! Kane laughs after luring Lenton into his trap with a kick to the midsection. He suddenly springs up and over the doubled over Lenton with a sunset flip. 1… 2… Dick Morosi: Near fall there after luring Lenton into a false sense of security. Seth Ericson: He has the look, he has the skills AND the brain. Kane is going to make waves here in EXODUS! Lenton kicks out much to the infuriation of ‘The Canadian Sensation’. But before Lenton can recover he jumps in the air landing a smooth elbow drop. He then continues to drop elbows, spinning around every time he does so. Two, three, four elbows in quick succession. Before he drops a fourth, he blows a kiss to the crowd and then nails a vicious knee to Steve’s face as the crowd let him know how they feel. He then goes for the pin. 1... 2... KICK-OUT by Lenton! Kane’s obviously irritated by this and quickly argues with the ref, the ref sticks to his two-count decision however. Kane still on his knees next to Lenton gives him a few quick jabs to the face and goes for the cover again... 1... 2.... KICK-OUT! ‘The Original Bad Guy’ jumps to his feet, hoping that his size will strike fear into the heart of the ref enough to change his decision on that count...the ref is un-phased however. He heads back to Lenton who is struggling to his feet on the far ropes. Kane grabs Lenton by the back of his head, pulling him to his feet; Lenton out of nowhere grabs Kane's head with both hands, and falls to the ground delivering a severe jawbreaker to Kane who is sent to the mat. Kane gets up to receive a quick scoop slam from Lenton. Kane, as per the pattern of this match is quickly up but is sent down again with a vertical suplex. But before Lenton can capitalize, Christian Kane rolls out of the ring shaking his head. He kicks the ring steps in frustration at being able to stay on offence. Dick Morosi: Kane is really getting agitated now, he’s bright red. Seth Ericson: Kane has this match won, Dick. He just needs to take a Time out to sort out his game plan. Dick Morosi: Seth, he isn’t taking a rest break. Look! He’s trying to take a steel chair into the ring! I have a bad feeling about this. Seth Ericson: He’s only taking the chair in so he can sit down for five minutes. I’m sure it’s all innocent. Kane slides in with the steel chair, but the ref snatches off of him causing an argument to start between them. Lenton sees the opportunity and charges. Dick Morosi: Lenton’s going for the 3:00! Seth Ericson: But Kane moves out of the way… SSK! Dick Morosi: NO! Lenton grabs the foot and spins him around… Seth Ericson: He’s hooked him for Ut Prosim… Dick Morosi: Kane scrambles out… HE HAS THE CHAIR! Seth Ericson: WOOOOO! THWACK! The bell rings as Christian Kane stands over a downed Steve Lenton clutching the chair in his hands. Dick Morosi: Christian Kane managed to snatch that chair out of the referee’s hands and has clocked him right in the face with it. Why? He just got himself DQ’d on purpose! Tossing the steel chair to the stained canvas below, Christian Kane smirks at the damage he’s caused in the ring. Backing up slowly, Kane reaches a hand out over the ropes and is handed a microphone as the boos rain down upon the Original Bad Guy. Sauntering across the ring, Christian stands over Steve Lenton as he begins to speak. Christian Kane: Let me ask you people a question. He pauses, a grin growing on his face again as he surveys his surroundings. Christian Kane: Does it really look like I lost? Come on, really - does it look like I lost? Because the way I see it. We’re in the fight business, and if you’re out cold then you lost. And right now, 50% of the people in this ring are unconscious and obviously, that 50% is not me. Christian Kane...did not lose. The Big L didn’t pin me - but no doubt he’ll get that International title shot. Good for him, let’s give the big guy something to do so he doesn’t burst an artery lifting trucks. Laughing to himself, Kane now kneels over Lenton. Christian Kane: Hear me, you big goof? You’ve got your title match. You’re going to Japan. But guess what...? Kane stands now and takes a few paces forward before staring out into the audience. Christian Kane: So do I. Did you people really think I’d let this idiot get a shot if I didn’t want him to? Come on. I’m Christian Kane. As smart as I am sexy. Last show you may have picked up that my contract isn’t all about money. While I get a lot of it, it isn’t everything to me. You see, I’m the kind of guy that likes perks. You can make your own joke there, but personal days...and a guaranteed iPPV title shot are just two of the many little add-ons I have in my contract. And at Desperate Times in Japan I intend to redeem that International title shot against Heather Halliwell and Steve Lenton. That’s if he doesn’t have a concussion. Looking back at the downed Lenton, Christian smiles once more. Christian Kane: You people need someone like me to save this title from the monotonous road it’s slowly but surely heading down. You need someone to spice up this division and make it theirs, and I intend to be that man. I will represent you INTERNATIONALLY, Exodus PRO, and you don’t owe me a thing for it. All I want from you people...is your undivided attention. Because at Desperate Times I won’t be using a chair to knock my opponents unconscious. I’ll be using my boot. ...#STUDLIFE. With that the Canadian Sensation drops the microphone beside the slowly stirring Big L, exiting the ring to a chorus of boos which get louder and louder as he walks up through the aisle, eventually fading as he disappears from the stage completely.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 19:34:12 GMT -6
The camera fades up in Darrin Stearns’ office. Darrin is sat at his desk, pen in hand, leafing through a stack of papers. A knock at the door gets his attention. Darrin Stearns: Enter. The door opens a crack, and Johnny Lee Richwine pokes his head around the doorframe. Johnny Lee Richwine: Sorry to bother you Mister Stearns. Got a fella here claiming he’s here to see you. An Eric... summin. Stearns sighs, and pulling a folder from the top of a stack on his desk. He flashes Johnny Lee a smile. Darrin Stearns: That’s fine Johnny Lee. I’m expecting him. Please show him in. The security chief nods, and pushes the door open. He steps back, and another man steps into view. Average height, stocky build. He wears a black NOFX t-shirt, denim shants torn off at the knee, and Doc Martens boots. A ginger Mohican stands proud on his head, proud like a crest, accompanied by full, bushy sideburns framing his face. Darrin stands, extending a hand over his desk, indicating to the vacant chair on the opposite side of the desk. Darrin Stearns: Mister Erikssen, a pleasure to meet you. Please, take a seat. The man steps forward, broad smile on his face. Wulf Erikssen: Please, Stearns, I said on the blower. Call me Wulf. Darrin Stearns: Or should I call you Beowulf? Wulf takes a seat opposite, and leans back. Wulf Erikssen: If you want. These days only hear that name when somebody’s mad at me. Darrin Stearns: And what do you want? Wulf Erikssen: Sorry? Darrin Stearns: You said “if I want.” I want to know what you want. Wulf says nothing, just leans back and temples his fingers. Darrin Stearns: Why now, Wulf? I reached out to you when THW closed. Offered you a position here. You turned me down. Did it again when I called you a couple of weeks after that too. Why ring me up, asking if my offer was still good? Why do you want a job now? Wulf leans forward in his chair. Wulf Erikssen: Who said I wanted a job? Darrin Stearns: Please Wulf, if I wanted a cryptic and enigmatic conversation, I have a whole roster to choose from. Wulf smiles. Wulf Erikssen: I like you Daz. You’re good people. What I want, as you put it, is to help you. Darrin Stearns: Help me? How? Wulf Erikssen: I want a match. Darrin Stearns: A match? I could proba... Wulf Erikssen: With Daisuke. Darrin stops in his tracks, and takes a moment to think. Wulf continues on. Wulf Erikssen: You see, your boy ticked me off when he came over our way. He made our match dirty. I don’t appreciate that kind of thing. Now I realise this was months ago, but things are different now. For one, I’m a free agent. Secondly, I’m bored. Darrin Stearns: And this helps me how? Wulf Erikssen: 3 reasons Daz. First: ratings. People always flock to a guest appearance. That’s just good math. Secondly: LEGION. I figure the more obstacles you can line in their path, the better, right? And lastly? I’ll be working Pro Bono. This ain’t business. This is personal. Darrin sits back in his seat, and strokes his chin. After a few moment, he leans forward, opens the folder he pulled out before, and turns it to face Wulf. Darrin Stearns: I took the liberty of putting a contract together. Iwakuma-san’s busy in Japan in the short term, but I can certainly arrange something. Why don’t we look over the fine print... in private? Darrin looks to the camera, which fades out, cross fading back to the announce team. Dick Morosi: THW Alumnus and Hall Of Famer Wulf Erikssen having a chat with Darrin Stearns there. Seth Ericson: The man with the awesome surname took it to Daisuke in a Tag Team four way match in THW a few months back, getting himself disqualified from the match choking Iwakuma out against the ropes after Daisuke attacked his partner with a chair. Dick Morosi: Well, this could certainly get interesting. We cut backstage once again and find our completely NOT petrified Andrew Ashton making his way through the corridors again, this time on his cell phone. He seems to be walking with a bit more confidence. Andrew Ashton: It's just been a weird day, I'm over it. He makes his way to his locker room door, with a sticker of his star logo and his name above it. Andrew leans his back against the door to open it, continuing his call. Andrew Ashton: Yeah, like this guy can even hold a candle to me. Behind Andrew is another cut-out of Blake Jones. Andrew begins to turn around. Andrew Ashton: And if he was here right now, I'd g-- Aaah! Andrew throws his phone at the cut out, before charging over towards it and nailing it with a dropkick! Andrew comes crashing down to the floor in pain, not taking into account that it was another cut out propped up against a brick wall. Andrew Ashton: My legs, Charlie Murphy! Andrew rolls around on the floor, holding his knees in pain. He pulls the cut-out of Blake Jones down with him and begins to roll around with it, wrestling it on the floor like a man possessed. He gets on top of it and throws a punch down onto its face. Andrew Ashton: Aaah! He holds his hand in pain, having just punched the floor as hard as he possibly could. He rips the head off the cutout and throws it across the room, before crawling back and propping himself up against the locker room wall. Andrew Ashton: I'm sick of this bullsh-- The camera cuts back to ringside... ITS SHOWTIME! Dick Morosi: WHAT? Seth Ericson: Oh Here we Go!!!! “Ladies and Gentlemen” begins over the loudspeakers and the crowd stands up and begins to cheer loudly, most of them recognizing what this song means! From the back steps “The Real Show” Terry Marvin Dressed in rather laid back black suit of sorts comes strutting out with a smile on his face and a microphone in his hands. He stops at the top of the ramp and Points to one side of the arena… then the other side as they eat it up. A chant begins…” SHOW-TIME -------- SHOW-TIME -------- SHOW-TIME Dick Morosi: As you guys heard on the radio show last week, Terry Marvin is an official member of Exodus Pro! Seth Ericson: But… it seems like it was for all the wrong reasons as he came here for ONE man and only ONE man being Gryphon! Dick Morosi: Who cares why he’s here… We got the Real Show! Terry makes it down to ringside slowly, greeting the San Diego fans along the way. He does the same thing around ringside before rolling into the ring. He hops onto one of the turnbuckles and poses for the fans who go absolutely crazy for him. He does the same thing to the other three turnbuckles before hopping back down in the middle of the ring and soaking in the atmosphere. He slowly raises the mic to his face. Terry Marvin: So there I was… One day, just minding my own business and running off at the mouth on Twitter, when suddenly I got a DM from a man. This man was unlike the others I’ve dealt with in this business. This man showed me a great deal of respect when I had previously showed him none. This man won me over as a fellow athlete, and as a friend. This man’s name was… Jonathan Collins. There is a somber moment in the fans as a few cheers ring out but Terry bows his head for just a second. Terry Marvin: Fast forward to Invincible where I had sat down to watch Jon give it to Legion once and for all. And standing by his side was none other than one of the MOST respected men in all of wrestling, a man who, love him or hate him, has made the world stand up and take notice time and time again. That man’s name is Gryphon! No more somber moment as the boos rain down from the crowd. Terry doesn’t seem to acknowledge these as he goes on. Terry Marvin: You all know the rest of this story, so I won’t dredge up old details. But once I saw that Gryphon was the puppeteer pulling the strings from his high and might perch… That’s the moment I knew, that’s the instant I saw that Leigon….that this force that had once only been an annoyance… was now the greatest threat that anybody had ever seen. He pauses for a quick second. Terry Marvin: And I don’t mean just to Exodus Pro… I mean to the entire community of this business we call Professional Wrestling! Their plague could spread at anytime… and anyone getting near them was in danger of being infected. Terry stops again as the crowd hangs on his every word. Terry Marvin: So I spent the next few days doing a whole lot of thinking, a whole lot of calling and a whole lot of planning. And the key point to that is planning…. Because in a situation like this, you don’t act on hate and instinct…that’s going to give in to exactly what Leigon wants. That’s what makes them thrive. That’s what the Exodus SEKIGUN doesn’t quite understand! Their hearts are in the right place… but those hearts are going to get them all destroyed. Cause they have no idea what they’re dealing with! Terry paces around the ring again and has the audience enthralled. Terry Marvin: During a visit to Jon Collin’s hospital bed, subsequently the last time I ever saw my friend, I was approached by a man… He shakes his head. Terry Marvin: Check that, I was approached by a WEAPON! The crowd cheers a bit. Terry Marvin: And this Weapon had a plan… it was a rough plan that needed the details shaped up and taken care of. And let me ask you something San Diego… Who takes care of details better than The Real Show, Terry Marvin? The crowd pops again… Terry smiles a slick smile. Dick Morosi: Wait? Is he saying what I think he’s saying? Seth Ericson: Is… Is Terry Marvin responsible for the Turks? Is he in line with WEAPON and the Turks? Dick Morosi: I have no idea… hopefully we’ll get answers right here. NOPE! Terry just smiles at all their waiting faces and changes the subject. Terry Marvin: But that’s enough about all that and time to get to the reason I’m out here. You see, I’ve been around this business for a long…LONG time, and I’ve seen some pretty heinous and messed up things, what happened to Collins being at the top of that list. But when you’ve been around this long, you tend to take notices of other top names hanging around in other parts of this world. And one of those names is of course Gryphon. More boos from the crowd but Terry puts his hand up to slow them down. Terry Marvin: Gryphon… I want you to listen to me, and listen good. I am not William Bateman…I’m not going to come head strong at you with some deluded idea of revenge. In fact… this isn’t about revenge AT ALL! Not for me anyways. There are others out there who have this market cornered. For me, its about noticing a threat, and figuring out the best way to deal with it. It’s about finding your opponents strengths, and their weaknesses. And also, it’s about getting the opportunity to go head to head in the ring against one of the Icons of this business! And that… is what I’m here for today! The crowd cheers loudly. Dick Morosi: Well, he made it no secret on the pod cast why he’s in Exodus Pro Seth Ericson: Yes but…is that going to happen NOW? Terry Marvin: Gryphon, you know what I want…ultimately you know exactly what I want! Unfortunately for me, you’re a very VERY smart man, and there’s absolutely no way you’re going to give it to me…at least not yet. But here’s an interesting scenario for you… What if, Gryphon… What if “The Real Show” and “The Great American Nightmare” were meet in an Exodus Pro ring…in two weeks time… At Desperate times! Dick Morosi: Did Terry Marvin just Challenge Gryphon? Seth Ericson: I…I…Oh my! Terry Marvin: But not so fast… You and I’ve been in this business too long Gryphon. You know the people in charge won’t let a match like that happen on such short notice. TRUST me, I’ve tried. I’d like nothing more than to step in the ring with you as two freight trains running on the same track and just let this predestined collision happen instead of drawing it out. But I’ve been warned against that, been told it’s too soon, been fed a giant line of bullshit that I’ve learned long ago I can’t fight against. So we’ll do the next best thing. Team Gryphon, bring whichever puppets you wish. Against Team Marvin...No, no, better than that! Team EXODUS! You bring your puppets, I'll bring an army I can stand with! The crowd cheers loudly. Terry Marvin: So there you have it… At Desperate Times … Let’s make the encounter that the world wants to see happen…let’s get Gryphon and Terry Marvin in the same ring. Balls in your court….Nightmare! Terry drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. Dick Morosi: And there it is.. A challenge laid out to Legion and more specifically Gryphon. Seth Ericson: I have no idea what’s to come of this, but I’m sure it’ll be epic! Terry heads back up the ramp greeting the fans along the way. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 19:37:53 GMT -6
"My fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this moment in time, as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during our generation."
”ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF…MY NAME IS…"
CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!
I'm living in that 21st century
Doing something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you've ever seen do it
Scream from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero needs his theme music! David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks! No one man should have all that power
The clock's ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping I'm tripping off the power
(21st Century Schizoid Man) A large chorus of cheers erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smile on his face as he places his hands on his waist. “Power” by Kanye West continues to blast through the PA system in a black BIG BAD BROOKS t-shirt. He keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd with a large smile on his face. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. Suddenly the lights in the arena are cut, and the fans are left sitting in darkness. They immediately get restless, and after a few seconds a heavy kick drum pattern echoes through the arena. The fans begin to boo immediately. The steady quarter notes on that bass drum continue for another three or four measures, before a distorted guitar kicks in. In sequence, in time with those kick drum patterns red and gold spotlights begin to flash on the entrance ramp and then the unmistakable voice of Marilyn Manson sounds.[/span] "Who'll ride this dying carousel?
Four rusted horses strangled by their own rope." The curtains part and out steps Gryphon, showered by a massive wave of boos from the fans in attendance. Undaunted, he steps out onto the stage and walks slowly and methodically down the ramp. David Zinkus: "Ladies and gentlemen, now coming to the ring from Flagstaff, Arizona, and weighing in tonight at 237 pounds... 'The Great American Nightmare', GRYPHON!" “What children love is singing 'we'll know that their tied hearts sit broke,'
'That their tied hearts sit broke'" Dave's announcement is punctuated with a chorus of boos as Gryphon starts down that ramp. The cameraman steps in close and focuses on Gryphon's face: The Great American Nightmare's sunglasses prevent his eyes from being seen on camera, but that solemn, neutral expression on his face is ever present. Taking a few more steps, Gryphon smirks slightly and throws his hands out to his sides and leans back...unable to see that Justin Brooks is launching himself at the LEGION leader! Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is wasting no time here! He's taking the fight straight to Gryphon! The two are trading blows outside the ring, Gryphon getting the upper hand and pushing "The Big Bad Brooks" away, giving him just a moment to remove his trenchcoat before Brooks leaps again! The two roll on the floor, again trading punches. Seth Ericson: He's a madman! Brooks talked about going straight for Gryphon, and he wasn't kidding! Dick Morosi: He wants to strike a blow to LEGION, and this is the best way! Gryphon knees Brooks in the midsection, pushing him off and pulling himself to his feet. The crowd boos as he glares down at Justin, wrenching him up by his hair and rolling his foe into the ring. Gryphon follows, dropping down and throwing a few punches to the face of Brooks before standing again. Dick Morosi: Brooks isn't ready to quit yet! Gryphon backs away, looking for an opening as Brooks begins to rise. He comes forward, but Justin grabs him in a big spinebuster, the fans leaping in joy! Brooks is up quickly and lets out a roar, again the fans cheering with him! Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks with that spinebuster, he's trying to turn the tide! Seth Ericson: Gryphon's not a walk in the park like Brooks has seen in the past, Dick; he's a savvy veteran, and ALWAYS in control! Brooks pulls his foe back up by his hair, and tries to pick him up for a potential Hook & Ladder or Third Alarm, but Gryphon rakes the eyes and slides down Brooks' back, spins him around, and attempts to scoop him around for his Ultimate Sin piledriver! One drop later, and Brooks is suddenly out! Gryphon covers, and proceeds to grab the shorts of Brooks for good measure! ONE! TWO! THREE! Gryphon rises quickly, but Brooks isn't far behind, trying to grab at Gryphon and throw punches when three figures quickly swarm him! Seth Ericson: Oh no! Dick Morosi: Iwakuma, Bonds, they're out here, Kameron Chase isn't far behind! It's LEGION! Bonds and Iwakuma immediately begin stomping away on Justin Brooks, keeping him on the ground. As Gryphon rises, the four seem to be...joined? Dick Morosi: That's Ryuji Kamigawa! He's making his way up the ramp as this ridiculous mugging continues in the ring, and it looks like he's got a microphone! The Man in White walks down the aisle, carrying the microphone, unusual due to his general on-show status as a man of few words. He moves stoically, as if ignoring the beating Justin Brooks has received. Stepping into the ring with LEGION, Kamigawa takes center stage, looking down at Brooks, then at the four LEGION members in the squared circle. Ryuji Kamigawa: It took a lot of soul searching, but I have come to a decision. The Great American Nightmare steps forward, but it is Daisuke Iwakuma whom Kamigawa faces. He turns briefly to regard the leader of LEGION. Ryuji Kamigawa: I mean no disrespect, Godhead, but it is with this man that I made contact with your LEGION. I wish to cement my relationship with your LEGION with him, if that is not a problem. Gryphon shrugs (and promptly buries another vicious, well-aimed boot into the skull of Justin Brooks), as if to say “suit yourself.” Seth Ericson: This is going to be a dark, dark day in the history of this company. Kamigawa's a bright, rising star. He beat Magnus Gunner, the number one contender for the EXODUS Pro Championship. He's yet ANOTHER arrow at Gryphon and LEGION's disposal that can be fired at Fiona Rourke and the Sekigun at will. Dick Morosi: And he's as dangerous as LEGION. He has the mindset to destroy on sight. Kamigawa slowly extends his left hand towards Daisuke, as if milking the boos from the crowd in the RIMAC. Iwakuma does the same, and the two men's hands clasp, Iwakuma wincing only slightly from the power of Kamigawa's grip. Ryuji Kamigawa: I have decided whose side I am on, Iwakuma-san, once and for all. Seth Ericson: God help us, with that three-hundred pound wrecking ball-- It's Daisuke himself who realizes something is wrong before the others. Kameron Chase and Gryphon are too busy putting the boots to Justin Brooks. Lexie Bonds is all the way across the ring. When Iwakuma tries to pull his hand back, Ryuji's grip holds fast, not letting him retreat. Bu the time Kamigawa's right hand is in the air, Daisuke can do nothing but wait for the hammer to fall. Ryuji Kamigawa: It is not yours. Quick as a flash, Kamigawa extended the thumb on his right hand, DRIVING it into the throat and windpipe of the Perfect Evil. Finally letting go of the handshake, Iwakuma slumped to the canvas in a heap courtesy of the move that had already claimed the scalps of several in Ryuji's young EXODUS Pro career. Dick Morosi: RYUJI KAMIGAWA JUST CUT DOWN DAISUKE IWAKUMA! The Kabukicho Lullaby – I don't know if I believe what I'm seeing! Seth Ericson: Kamigawa's made no bones about not liking the EXODUS Sekigun on a personal level, but he's been equally firm on Twitter about disliking the tactics of LEGION! The sound of Iwakuma's body hitting the canvas jolts Kameron Chase and Gryphon's attention from their task of stomping Brooks into a fine paste. Lexie Bonds, having seen the Lullaby connect, is the first to move. She flies at Kamigawa, hooking his head, looking for her variation of the Diamond Cutter-- Dick Morosi: Contra Ree, incoming! –but Kamigawa's size advantage is too much, and he promptly pushes Lexie off, spiralling her to the canvas in a heap as he turns to regard the final two LEGION members in the ring. Seth Ericson: Two down! But there's no way, not even at six-five, three-hundred plus that he can fight four people indefinitely! Chase and Gryphon nod to one another, Kameron dropping down low to try and tackle Kamigawa to the canvas. Ryuji immediately begins to club away at the back of the former Tag Team Champion, but he realizes too late that it's a plan to distract him. From Gryphon, to be precise, who launches forward with a beautiful thrust kick to the chin, powerful enough to topple Kamigawa to the canvas. Dick Morosi: The Talon Kick from Gryphon! LEGION has the big man down! Justin Brooks is still out! He doesn't even know he has an ally in the ring! The Great American Nightmare begins directing traffic. With Lexie Bonds making her way to her feet, he orders her up to the top rope, and given Kamigawa's earlier treatment of her, she has no qualms stepping to the apron and ascending to the top rope. Chase and Gryphon stretch Kamigawa out, holding his arms and legs to make a larger, stationary target. Standing atop the world, the Ukranian leaps off the top rope, twisting and turning her body to crash down across Kamigawa's chest with a corkscrew 450 splash! Seth Ericson: The Usurper from Lexie! LEGION's going to tear Kamigawa apart at this rate! Kameron Chase kneels over his tag team partner, trying to rouse Iwakuma. When Daisuke's eyes open, he realizes immediately what has happened, hateful daggers radiating from his vision at the downed Kamigawa. Rolling free from the ring, the Perfect Evil goes in search of a steel chair at ringside, unseating the timekeeper in the process. Dick Morosi: And it's going to get worse. Look at Iwakuma's eyes! Seth Ericson: Kamigawa just embarrassed him in front of the world, and now, he's going to get his receipt. At Gryphon's order, Lexie Bonds and Kameron Chase lift Kamigawa's body up, holding him by the arms, easy prey for Daisuke Iwakuma's steel chair. Rather than swing right away, though, Daisuke simply SMACKS Kamigawa across the face with an open hand, sending Ryuji's head lolling from side to side. Daisuke Iwakuma: You WILL regret this, Kamigawa-san. For the rest of your soon-to-be VERY short tenure in EXODUS. There is a loud cheer from the crowd at that comment – but it's sure as Hell not for the sentiment Iwakuma just shared with the world. From opposite sides of the crowd, two figures emerge, coordinating in a pincer attack on the scene. Dick Morosi: EXODUS reinforcements are here! That's...I think that's Adrien Cochrane, the Dropkick King! Cochrane hits the ring first, flying at Lexie Bonds with abandon to strike her on the button with one of his signature dropkicks. No sooner does she hit the mat than Cochrane pounces, opening up with forearm shots with both arms to the joy of the RIMAC crowd. Seth Ericson: Cochrane's come to get him some more of LEGION's Ukranian flyer, and wait – that's Terry Marvin! Marvin's coming up behind Kameron Chase! The Real Show whirls Chase around, breaking his grip on Kamigawa. Kameron throws a big right, but Marvin blocks, and retorts with a pair of three hard rights of his own. Chase staggers back into the ropes, and Marvin flies at him with a lariat, sending Kameron up and over the top rope. Dick Morosi: The odds are evening up! It's four-on-three! With Kamigawa no longer a stationary target, Iwakuma charges nonetheless, cocking the chair back to smoke Ryuji with a chairshot across the face. When he goes to swing, though, Daisuke finds resistance in the form of the resurgent Justin Brooks, who has both hands clasped around the chair, yanking it back out of Iwakuma's hands. Seth Ericson: The Atlanta native is up, and he's armed to boot! With THIS new bit of information, Daisuke Iwakuma decides that it's time to beat a strategic retreat, sliding out under the bottom rope in the process to regroup with Kameron. Gryphon, too, doesn't seem to like the odds, and follows suit. Together, the trio manage to extricate Lexie Bonds from the ring, even though she continues to claw at the opportunity to reach Adrien Cochrane. Dick Morosi: The EXODUS Sekigun standing tall in the middle of the ring, and one man stronger to boot! Seth Ericson: A man who's admitted he's not fond of them, to boot! Dick Morosi: That just goes to show what terrible people LEGION are. I don't share Kamigawa's personal opinions about Sekigun, but I do have to respect him for making the choice he did in spite of those personal beliefs. Cochrane, Brooks, and Marvin all stand, a united front, while Kamigawa licks his wounds a few feet away. On the ramp, LEGION continues its calculated retreat, but it's clear from a quick glance at the group that they are far, FAR from happy with how this particular skirmish turned out. Before long, attention turns to the man in the white tuxedo. It's Justin Brooks who makes first contact, stepping forward, extending his hand to the man whom he realized made the save for him in the first place. Ryuji looks down at Justin's hand for a moment, before nodding his head and shaking the hand to a huge roar from the crowd. Seth Ericson: This is big, Morosi! Kamigawa's proven he can handle one of LEGION's best soldiers, and now, we can count him on our side! Unlike his new comrades in arms, Ryuji seemed almost sheepish at the ovation that he was receiving. He would, he figured, likely have to get used to it. The EXODUS Sekigun had grown by one, in the form of a three-hundred pound ex-mercenary who readily admitted he wasn't fond of his teammates. Somewhere, though, in a hospital bed, it was entirely likely that a Saint was smiling. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 19:42:44 GMT -6
The camera fades up in the backstage corridor. The door to Darrin Stearns’ office opens, and Wulf Erikssen emerges. He turns to face back into the office.
Wulf Erikssen: Pleasure doing business with you, Daz.
With that, Wulf shuts the door and heads off down the corridor. The camera watches him turn the corner, then pan round to face the door once more. Suddenly, GRENDEL’s face fills the screen, upside down. The camera backs up, revealing GRENDEL suspended upside down, hanging from a pipe running the length of the corridor. A stethoscope hangs from where his ears should be. He nods in silence understanding. Footsteps can be heard down the corridor, causing GRENDEL to suddenly fold up into the ceiling. The camera pans to see Audrey Lloris marching down the corridor. She stops just outside the door, and looks about. She whispers in hushed tones.
Audrey Lloris: Come on you little troll, where the hell are you.
GRENDEL lands heavily behind her, and he leaps from his perch. Audrey doesn’t even flinch as he pivots on her heel to face him.
Audrey Lloris: Find out anything?
GRENDEL nods, then raises his finger to the mouth painted on his mask. He nods to the camera, before wrapping an arm around Audrey’s shoulders, much to her evident disgust, and steering her down the corridor away from the camera, which fades in their wake.
The camera cuts to outside of the arena. The sky is dimming as night falls, though the area is partially lit by lamps in the car park. A figure is hovering around near the wall, pacing up and down impatiently with a mobile phone in his hands. He holds it behind his back with both hands, his masked head bowed as he does so. He stops for a moment to look at his watch, and then stamps his foot in frustration. As he does so, the phone suddenly rings. The masked figure laughs mightily to the very familiar theme that plays. He flicks his crimson ponytail backwards before answering the phone.
Reno: What’s new, Pussycat?
Reno seemed to calm as he listened into the words spoken on the other end of the line, a Cheshire Cat style grin spreading across his face.
Reno: Wasn’t expecting you to make your theme my ringtone… You are full of surprises…
Reno stepped away from the wall before lighting up a cigarette. He breathed out the smoke, laughing sinisterly as he listened. He looked back to the wall. Next to it was an empty canister, and much further along was a single paintbrush.
Reno: …Now that language isn’t very becoming… Even though it is true… Oh… Really? Now that is most interesting… I’ll be sure to relay this information to both WEAPON and Elena…
Reno nodded as he took in what was being said on the other line, presumably from the mysterious ‘Cait Sith’. He took several more drags on his cigarette, his eyes dancing as they scanned the wall, burning a bright golden yellow. He pulls his baton out from his back pocket and begins twirling it ferociously with his left hand.
Reno: Yeah… The ‘Rude’ one as well… No… don’t you worry about that, ‘Cait Sith’… All will be taken care of… They’ll all receive that message tonight--Call it… A warning shot… Though I have something else I wish them to see as well… LEGION will see it. They are always watching… Thanks for calling. You won’t be disappointed…
As he put down the phone, he flicked his cigarette at the wall. In a flash of light the wall burst into flames, thick black smoke emitting from it. Reno looked sufficiently pleased with his handiwork, before pulling down his goggles over his eyes and pacing off out of view of the camera. Instead the camera focused on the inferno on the wall. The flames spelt out the phrase ‘All Will Be Well’…
Once again, we cut backstage to see Andrew Ashton in his locker room. The Final Star is propped up on a chair, trying to piece back together the remains of his phone after it lost its battle with the wall earlier on. Drew's hair is a complete mess and his face is bright red with anger.
Andrew Ashton: I give up!
Drew throws the phone pieces down on the floor. He takes a deep breath and looks around his empty locker room. As he does, there is a knock at the door. Andrew jumps up to his feet.
Andrew Ashton: You know what?! I'm sick of this!
He stomps over towards the door with authority and swings it open. As he does, he steps back in shock!
Andrew Ashton: Fire!
In front of Andrew's locker room door is a small fire. Without thinking, Andrew jumps up onto it and begins putting it out with his feet. As the fire begins to die down, Andrew notices that his feet feel like they're stood in something squishy...
Andrew Ashton: ...What the hell is that smell?
Andrew picks his feet up off what he can now tell was a burning bag of..
Andrew Ashton: ...Poop? Oh god..
He looks at the bottom of his shoes and begins to dry heave. He notices a dirty LEGION shirt just to the side of his door and the sound of laughing fills his ear. In the distance, Blake Jones is pointing at him and laughing.
Blake Jones: See you at Desperate Times, Asston!
Andrew Ashton: It's ASHTON!
Blake's laughter gets even louder as Drew picks up the LEGION shirt (carefully, he isn't getting the stink hand). He stares at the "For We Are Many" writing before creeping back in to his locker room. The camera pans back to the commentary table.
Dick Morosi: For the second show running, Blake has shown Andrew that he isn't going to be intimidated!
Seth Ericson: Blake has embarrassed a legend in our business! Andrew won't stand for this! Wait until he gets his hands on Blake at Desperate Times!
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 19:43:14 GMT -6
San Diego Bay Title Match!
EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion Jerry Matthews (w/ Deacon Jeremiah) vs. Dan Stein [SHOOT Project]
David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Championship!!
The fans in the arena cheer, knowing this is a big the cheers continue as “The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing on the PA. Though normally outsiders don’t get big pops when visiting another company, Dan Stein did as he stepped behind the curtain.
David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 215 pounds, “The Golden Boy” DAN STEIN!!
Dick Morosi: Dan Stein comes to us from the SHOOT Project and hopes to bring the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Championship with him.
Seth Ericson: Someone who isn’t in EXODUS should not be in a sanctioned EXODUS Pro Championship match, in my opinion.
Dick Morosi: Which is, oh so valued, Seth. The fans certainly are showing their support as he rolls into the ring.
Seth Ericson: Fan support isn’t everything. You know how dumb the masses can be.
David Zinkus: And his opponent…
As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd.
David Zinkus: From Redemption, Alabama, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is the EXODUS Pro SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPION!! The Evangelist… REVEREND JERRY MATTHEWS!!
As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.
Seth Ericson: Such a wonderful man of God.
Dick Morosi: I’m not so sure about that.
Seth Ericson: You have a problem with Christianity?
Dick Morosi: No. I just believe there are good and bad people who do things in the “name of God” like any other religion.
Seth Ericson: Well Jerry Matthews has been doing great things and it’s evident when you look at the San Diego Bay Championship in his possession.
DING DING DING!!
Jerry Matthews and Dan Stein stare each other down for a moment. The quicker Stein tries to slip behind the larger Matthews, but Matthews expects it and grabs him. Matthews whips Stein against the ropes and Stein ducks a clothesline attempt from Matthews. On the rebound, Stein jumps and hits a dropkick to the knee of the San Diego Bay Champion. Stein’s back up and takes the Reverend to the ground with a spinning back fist.
Dick Morosi: Advantage to the challenger to start things off.
Seth Ericson: Don’t count out the champ.
Stein bounces off the ropes once much and lands an elbow drop. The Golden Boy gets the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Seth Ericson: Matthews gets the shoulder up.
Matthews beats Stein to his feet and is able to hit a thundering knee strike. The Evangelist quickly follows that up with a snap suplex. Once Matthews waits for Stein to get back to his feet, he lifts him up and drills him in the center of the ring with a backbreaker.
Dick Morosi: Ouch…
Seth Ericson: Power from the Reverend. Cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!
Dick Morosi: Stein kicks out at two.
Matthews gets the Golden Boy back to his feet and throws him into the corner, throwing some stiff punches and ends it with a kick to the face of Dan Stein.
Seth Ericson: This is proof that Jerry Matthews is a superior wrestler.
Matthews backs up and attempts a corner splash but STEIN GETS HIS FOOT UP!
Dick Morosi: Kick to the face by Stein!
Stein creeps up the corner to the top rope and leaps.
Dick Morosi: What a crossbody from Dan Stein! Cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!!
Seth Ericson: I don’t know how things are over at Shoot but that’s not how to win a championship here in EXODUS Pro.
Stein gets back up and locks in a quick armbar. Matthews appears to be in a significant amount of pain as his deacon shouts encouraging words to his pastor.
Dick Morosi: That armbar seems to be locked in pretty tight. Matthews isn’t very great on the mat. This could end badly for the champion.
Seth Ericson: You underestimate the power of the man chosen by God Himself.
Matthews sees he is nowhere near the ropes and sees he only has two ways out of this: breaking the hold or giving up his championship. Matthews starts to try to rely on his strength to get off his back. Stein keeps the submission as Matthews rolls over.
Dick Morosi: Dan Stein desperately trying to keep the hold on to keep Matthews in enough pain to keep him off balanced and maybe even get a tap out.
Seth Ericson: Come on, Jerry!!
Matthews gets on one knee with the submission still locked. Seeing this isn’t going to end well, Stein alters it into a hammerlock, but when he sees Jerry Matthews fully on his feet, he tries to swing a kick around to get Matthews back on the mat but…
Dick Morosi: Matthews broke out of that hammerlock!
Stein shoves Matthews away before he can fall prey to anything else, but that sends The Evangelist nearly into the referee! Matthews' quick thinking leads him to "catch himself" on the ref and spin around, holding him steady as Deacon Jeremiah slides in on the opposite side of the ring!
Seth Ericson: Time to pay your tithe, Stein!
Dan Stein turns around just in time to be caught with a huge lariat from the large black man! The ref tries to turn around and see what the noise was, but Matthews berates him, keeping the ref distracted while Jeremiah scoops Stein up and nails a powerbomb to lay the SHOOT warrior out! Jeremiah slides out as Matthews pushes the ref aside and falls on top of his challenger!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Dick Morosi: A miscarriage of justice here!
Seth Ericson: You kidding me? Stein got what he asked for!
Dick Morosi: Did he ASK for that powerbomb?
Seth Ericson: With the way he lives, Dick? You bet!
David Zinkus: Here is your winner, JERRY MATTHEWS!!
Seth Ericson: I had faith in Jerry. I knew he would do it!
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 20:16:37 GMT -6
Back from a commercial break, “My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark” is still playing in the arena as Jimmy Riley stands alone in the ring. He's wearing a generic EXODUS Pro t-shirt and jeans, and is holding a microphone as he faces the entry way. Jimmy Riley: I'm not out here to yell. Or scream, or declare my intent to deliver vengeance, because those chances are long gone at this point. I want to address, however, two people...and one is Justin Brooks. The crowd pops at the mention of the EXODUS Sekigun member, “The Big Bad Brooks.” Riley motions for them to calm down for a moment. Jimmy Riley: Brooks, you and me...we do see eye to eye. We're on the same side of this war, we'll fight shoulder to shoulder. But...but...there's a matter of unfinished business between you and me. Business of respect, and of knowing now who is the better man. June first...in Japan...I've asked for and I've gotten a match with you. One on one. One time only. The crowd cheers, though they're more than a little hesitant, given that it's two people dedicated to fighting LEGION that will be facing off one day before an important Desperate Times iPPV. Jimmy Riley: And now, at my own pace...my own leisure... He begins walking around the ring, every few moments looking at the stage. Jimmy Riley: I need to speak to Andrew Ashton. The crowd buzzes, and after a few moments, Andrew appears from the back, holding a different copy of the same LEGION t-shirt that had been left in front of his locker room a few moments earlier. While he's not wearing it, he's definitely not tossing it aside. As of yet, he doesn't have a microphone of his own when Riley continues. Jimmy Riley: I'm not here to condemn you. Not here...to belittle you. Why should I? This is Andrew Ashton! A few fans in the crowd cheer their hero from a prior time. Andrew glances in their direction and walks slowly down the aisle as Jimmy talks. Jimmy Riley: No, Drew. See, you and me, we're cut from the same cloth. We're both ambitious. Andrew is now on the stairs, staring into the ring at Jimmy Riley. Jimmy Riley: We both came from the same...school of thinking. Of wrestling. The same harsh upbringing in this sport. Ashton cautiously steps into the ring, still clutching that t-shirt. Jimmy Riley: I think...most importantly...you and I have the same issues. Drew takes a step back, into the ropes, shaking his head. Jimmy Riley: What? You don't believe me? You don't think I have my own issues with Rufus Frost? That I don't have the same doubts about Jonathan Collins? About Fiona Rourke? ...About myself? Andrew looks down at the shirt. Jimmy Riley: You look at that shirt. You look at what it represents. If you take that, you take their offer, you're letting a lot of people down. Sure, maybe your brother looks at you like you're a genius. But you're letting those people... He points out to the crowd, and the group that was cheering for Andrew earlier let out another cheer, this time joined in by several more “old timer” fans. He looks out at them, then back to the shirt. Jimmy Riley: ...Those people, who know you, who knew you, who waited day after day for you to get back in this ring! You're letting those people down. You're letting Phoenix down. Drew's eyes snap to Riley's; mentioning brothers, fans, that didn't seem to really hit him, but mentioning the shared trainer between the two...that seemed more on target. Jimmy Riley: And yeah, maybe I doubted him. I doubted Jonathan Collins, because I didn't think he had a plan going into that war with Kliff Ulysses. But you know what? Jimmy reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out an opened iconic blue envelope. Jimmy Riley: I hope you don't mind. This one...it was yours. Well...not technically. The camera zooms in, the name becoming clear; Rufus Frost
Open Last Jimmy Riley: This right here? This was given to me by Rufus. He told me, because he says he believes that I can talk to you...to give you this message. Jimmy puts the microphone on the ground, pulling the note out of the envelope and tossing the container aside before regaining the mic. Jimmy Riley: I'm not gonna read it verbatim, Drew. What I will say is this; the last thing Jon knew needed to happen? It's you. Andrew Ashton begins slowly walking around the ring, his gaze switching between Riley and the LEGION t-shirt. Jimmy Riley: He knew – he knew! That if everything else couldn't get the job done... If we, the grand EXODUS Sekigun, couldn't do it...that he could call on you. You! And you would be able to get the job done. Do you understand me? Andrew stops, and walks right up to Riley, pausing a mere foot or so away from him. Jimmy Riley: Jonathan left this message because he needs your help. Fiona needs your help. Justin needs your help, Adrien, Natalie, William, Blake-- Jimmy's cut off as Andrew rears his free hand back in a fist for Riley even daring to bring up the thorn in Drew's side. Jimmy Riley: They all need you... Jimmy backs away, turning out to the fans before turning back to face Ashton. Jimmy Riley: Truth is, Drew, I need your help. I need it. Andrew backs towards the ropes, still keeping a firm grip on the t-shirt. Jimmy drops the mic, talking without the audience truly being able to hear him. The camera only picks up one phrase as Andrew steps out of the ring, his face conflicted as he looks between Riley and the shirt. “Because I can't do it.” Drew reaches the stage, looking out at the fans before looking at Riley again, whose face is more subdued than anything else. Dick Morosi: I...I'm not sure what to make of all of this, Seth. Seth Ericson: Gotta be honest, Dick, neither do I. Riley picks the microphone back up. Jimmy Riley: Andrew! Ashton stops, just before he crosses through the curtain. Jimmy Riley: ...I'm gonna need an answer soon. They will, too. He points in Drew's direction, clearly the shirt his target. Andrew looks at the shirt, then turns, continuing to the back. Dick Morosi: ...Let's head to the back. The cameras cut backstage to where the catering table has been set up. Just what all is on the spread can't be clearly seen beyond a couple of vegetable platters and assorted drinks and, as Natalie Bateman approaches? She's not helping matters much on that score, retrieving three bottles of water for herself and her fellow EXODUS Sekigun. Turning around, she only makes it a couple of steps before she finds herself being approached by Darrin Stearns. A faint smile tugs at her lips as she nods in greeting, her tone cordial and warm despite the serious fight on the horizon. Natalie Bateman: Oh, hello Mister Stearns. I take it things went well? Darrins nods, returning the Southern Belle's smile. Darrin Stearns: That they did. I've got to say, I didn't expect him to be so… easy to deal with. A blond brow quirks as Natalie's head faintly tilts to one side. Natalie Bateman: Oh? Darrin Stearns: Well… yeah. Your husband's not exactly got a reputation for being approachable, y'know? A sheepish chuckle escapes EXODUS Pro's Director as his hand rises to absently scratch the back of his head. For her part, the Belle shakes her head, an amused smile tugging at her lips. Natalie Bateman: Will's only well and truly unpleasant to someone if they've done something to deserve it… and considering how the worst you've ever done is look at him oddly over what he wanted done with his salary? That's hardly enough for him to bat an eyelash. LEGION, on the other hand… Trailing off, to call the blond's expression displeased at mention of the Sekigun's rival faction is an understatement-- although that distaste doesn't get the chance to truly make itself evident since Stearns is grinning in a manner that might just be a little mischievous. Darrin Stearns: Yeah, about that. I got your message, and it sounds like a plan to me. Natalie nods, a smile that's not entirely friendly replacing that expression of near-disgust. Natalie Bateman: Good, good. Miss Reynolds and Missus Stryfe truly should've left well enough alone instead of trying to ambush me… since now? Now, they're going to get to deal with my husband and I both at Desperate Times. The Belle extends a hand to Darrin after shifting her hold on those plastic bottles to allow it, one that he takes as a handshake is exchanged. Natalie Bateman: A pleasure doing business with you, Mister Stearns… just the same as always. Darrin Stearns: Likewise. Good luck out there. And with that? Natalie is excusing herself and making her way out of the shot, leaving Darrin alone to eye the offerings in front of him-- and one of the things he spots has him grinning like a fool. Darrin Stearns: Ooh, S'mores Pop Tarts… The scene, mercifully, cuts away before the viewer at home is exposed to the sight of a grown man tearing through multiple foil packets of breakfast toaster pastry like the Tazmanian Devil. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 19, 2013 20:17:17 GMT -6
The lights in the arena dim as the red lights around the entrance start to flash and pulse at the sound of strings as "Worlds Collide" by Apocalyptica begins to play. The crowd stirs as they are unaware of what is to happen with this new music, but as the drums and heavy portion of the song kick in, it immediately turns to boos when the crowd notices Audrey Lloris leading the way for the LEGION team. Kameron Chase remains on crutches as he walks down with his allies. GRENDEL seems to be skulking behind as Reynolds takes a moment to soak in the spotlight as Daisuke walks down slowly, having talked some strategy with Gunner. Lexie Bonds seems to also remain in step with Daisuke as they all get into the ring as every member makes sure to do the LEGION crucifix pose to the jeers of the crowd.
Dick Morosi: LEGION has made their presence known in a manner that has absolutely irritated this crowd!
Seth Ericson: I think they irritated this audience long before they made that entrance.
The group continues to gather and remove their entrance gear as the music fades and gives way to new music, started off by morse code.
We're more than carbon and chemicals,
WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
Free will is ours and we can't let go,
WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
We can't allow this, the quiet cull,
WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
So we sing out this, our canticle!
WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
As "Image of the Invisible" by Thrice continues, the crowd explodes when out from the back arrive Adrien Cochrane, Natalie Bateman, and Fiona Rourke! The crowd even goes into a bigger cheer as they notice the trio wearing matching navy and carolina blue colors, complete with the Blue Lantern logo Jonathan Collins made famous as a rally symbol for EXODUS! LEGION dares the trio to come into the ring as they make their way down the aisle, stopping to remove their entrance gear as they glare up at them.
Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke couldn't ask for two better partners tonight in Adrien Cochrane and Natalie Bateman!
Seth Ericson: She still has two more to deal with!
Their music fades out to nothingness before the arena goes pitch black, the sounds of klaxon sirens heard around the building as the crowd stirs once more, flashes from camera phones going off everywhere.
Dick Ericson: WHAT THE HELL?!
Seth Ericson: EMERGENCY!
Finally, the sirens fade to go right into "Conquistador" by 30 Seconds to Mars!
This is a fight to the death
Our holy war
A new romance, a trojan whore
WE WILL
WE WILL
WE WILL RISE AGAIN!
This is a fight for the day
Night, black and white
A victory dance, a burning riot
WE WILL
WE WILL
WE WILL RISE AGAIN!
And there, the spotlight shines on the stands as Reno and WEAPON stand together, accompanied by Sylar Drake and Elena, the group starting to walk together as WEAPON remains silent. Reno already seems to be pointing his baton at the group as the four walk through the crowd and over the rail into the ring. The pair in the match look at the EXODUS trio and nod, before sliding into the ring, sending LEGION scattering!
Dick Morosi: Well...they can make an entrance...
Seth Ericson: make an entrance or cause heart attacks?
The team representing EXODUS meet in the ring as it seems LEGION starts to surround the ring, looking to divide and conquer. The five stand with their backs all together to stand united, leading the group to wait until LEGION slide in, and the fight is on! Fiona is paired off against Iwakuma, Gunner against Reno, Cochrane against GRENDEL, WEAPON against Bonds, and Bateman against Reynolds! The group continues to fight, with a few of the brawls scattering to the outside, leaving Reno in the ring against Gunner and Rouke against Iwakuma. Fiona whips Gunner toward Reno, who responds with a powerful spear, leaving Fiona to step off a crouched Reno from the spear to launch herself towards Magnus with a dropkick that takes him outside the ring! He flips over and out, leading Fiona in the ring, who springboards up onto the top rope before leaping out with a MASSIVE SHOOTING STAR PRESS! The two are completely wiped out as Dan Arnouil begins his count, but Fiona gets up and helps Gunner back to his feet. The two start trading blows, moving farther and farther from the ring, and as they reach the top of the ramp, Fiona misses a huge clothesline attempt, leading Gunner to hoist her up and drop her at the top of the entrance with a lariat of his own! He tries to get back to the ring, but it's no good, as Arnouil has already reached ten!
David Zinkus: Referee Dan Arnouil has counted out both Fiona Rourke and Magnus Gunner, and they are now eliminated!
Dick Morosi: Both champ and number one contender are elminated! EXODUS and LEGION have lost their best guns and the match has just started!
Seth Ericson: What a huge loss for both sides, but here comes WEAPON to help Fiona!
WEAPON runs up the ramp to attack Gunner before he can lift Fiona up for the Pursuit of Happiness, leading to Gunner going after the masked man. The two begin to brawl, and instantly WEAPON goes low to grab him by the legs. Without thinking, WEAPON slingshots Gunner toward Fiona who instinctively leaps to hit a jumping flipping neckbreaker!
Dick Morosi: Wait a minute...was that...was that one of Project Mayhem's moves?
Seth Ericson: Not at all, that's a top rope blockbust--oh.
WEAPON and Fiona look at one another, Fiona asking for an answer, but without a second thought, WEAPON instantly returns to the ring, leaving her on top of the stage asking for an answer. As the referee finally restores some order, WEAPON instantly looks at the remaining EXODUS team, knowing he'll go in first. He gets in, immediately pointing in the direction of the LEGION corner, pointing directly at GRENDEL! The demonic troll approaches the ring, looking at the other masked man, confronting him, all before it looks like both seem to be staring one another down. WEAPON immediately takes a fighting stance and GRENDEL responds by immediately tagging out, reaching for "The Red Scarab," Lexie Bonds! Bonds comes in and looks at the masked man, leading for him to meet her for a tie up. They lock up, and WEAPON immediately gets the advantage with his size, whipping her to the ropes. He goes toward her, but he pushes him towards the ropes, leading her to go for a lariat, but he rolls under, gets back to his feet and charges again, but once more she pushes him toward the rope, bringing him to do a handspring before he walks on his hands for a moment back toward her, bending back to catch her between his shins, starting to swing himself around to gain momentum for a hurricanrana, but before he can, Lexie rights herself and drops down, forcing WEAPON to land face first! Lexie goes for a cover, but only gets a one. Looking to end things quickly between her and WEAPON, she immediately leaves the ring, hopping up to the top rope as she looks to be going for the Usurper, but WEAPON rolls out of the way and Lexie manages to land on her feet in time! He goes towards her, looking to nail the Earth Harp, but Lexie sidesteps him again, this time stopping him and starting to go for his mask! She starts pulling at it, struggling with it, and it's clear that she's looking to rip it off and expose him which has Reno irate and scrambling in the corner!
Dick Morosi: Lexie Bonds is looking to help LEGION gain a huge moral victory by unmasking WEAPON right now!
Seth Ericson: IT'S THE ORANGE OCTOPUS AGAIN, ISN'T IT?
Reno has finally had enough and comes over, pulling her away from WEAPON! The referee starts to admonish Reno, leading him to argue with the referee. WEAPON backs away from Bonds, and as she attempts to go for the mask, WEAPON looks up at her and spews blue mist, utilizing his Hellmasker! She's blinded by what just happened, leading WEAPON to roll to his corner to take in his ally, sending Reno storming in all fired up as he goes towards Bonds...SIDE EFFECT! He lands that move before instantly rolling her to her stomach...CRISIS CORE CROSSFACE! Bonds starts to roll around to see if she can use her legs to get to the ropes, but Reno pulls back even more....AND SHE TAPS!
David Zinkus: Lexie Bonds has been eliminated!
Reno almost won't let go of the hold, but WEAPON finally comes into the ring to help calm his best friend, Elena calling out from ringside to help WEAPON ease their friend. Reno looks enraged, and as Daisuke Iwakuma runs in, WEAPON pushes Reno aside to take the brunt of a spear from Iwakuma, who rams him into the corner, all before...NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Iwakuma hits WEAPON with the Devil May Cry, leading Daisuke to hook the leg!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-NO! Iwakuma looks enraged at what just happened, yelling at the referee, leading to LEGION coming in to take out the downed WEAPON, bringing EXODUS in to help with the aid! The groups are starting to attack, and as WEAPON starts to get back up in the middle of the madness, another person comes in from the crowd!
Dick Morosi: SETH! That's Chikao Kessin!
Seth Ericson: Kessin and WEAPON had a bit of a staredown at the last show!
WEAPON looks to not know what's going on, all the easier for Kessin to sneak up on him, picking him up and delivering....A DISASTER POINT! That arm clutch variation of the Sekai no Ichi backdrop has laid out WEAPON, with Daisuke crawling back in and quickly hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWOOOO!!
THREE!
David Zinkus: WEAPON has been eliminated!
Iwakuma throws WEAPON out of the ring to the waiting hands of Kessin. Elena tries to help protect WEAPON from the hands of KJPW's "Big Boss," trading a couple blows with him, but Reno slides back in after that transgression, clubbing Daisuke with a chair in front of Dan Arnouil! Arnouil calls for the bell and suddenly the tides have changed!
David Zinkus: Reno has been disqualified...and eliminated!
Reno slides out of the ring to stand with his friends, accepting the fate he's been given, standing by Elena as WEAPON holds his hand up, starting to go after Kessin! WEAPON and "The Big Boss" go into the crowd as Reno looks at both Drake and Elena, nodding as he lets them know to follow him, trusting their friend. Meanwhile, it's a 3-on-2 situation for the EXODUS Seikigun! Adrien Cochrane slides into the ring, looking to help the situation, only for Iwakuma to tag out to the masked GRENDEL, who snakes in and starts stalking Cochrane, only for Cochrane to come after him, starting to trade blows! Cochrane is doing his best to jumpstart the group after losing three members so quickly, leaving him to whip GRENDEL to the corner but Grendel charges out with a huge boot to the face of Cochrane! Adrien is down and Grendel immediately hits a huge senton before reaching to pick up The Dropkick King and grab his arms into a straitjacket...GRENDEL Breaker! GRENDEL goes to hook the leg.
One...
Two...
BATEMAN WITH THE SAVE! Natalie saves Cochrane from a pinfall as Arnouil admonishes her, leading GRENDEL to pick up Adrien one more time, looking like he wants to attempt locking up Adrien for the Mark of Cain, but Cochrane wiggles free, rolling through and leaping to tag Natalie Bateman! The Southern Belle is a house of fire, sending down Grendel with a right hand! Down goes Reynolds with a dropkick, and as Daisuke comes in towards her, he gets a Turmoil! Natalie is on fire, and the crowd is cheering hard!
NAT-A-LIE!
NAT-A-LIE!
Bateman salutes the fans quick, but GRENDEL tries to sneak up from behind! Bateman turns around and gives him a kick to the stomach...CLOSURE! SHE HOOKS THE LEG!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
David Zinkus: GRENDEL has been eliminated!
Dick Morosi: Natalie Bateman has evened the odds for the EXODUS Seikigun! BUT SHE NEEDS TO WATCH OUT!
Seth Ericson: KATHERINE REYNOLDS!
Reynolds has snuck up behind Bateman and rolled her up, putting a foot on the rope!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
David Zinkus: Natalie Bateman has been eliminated!
Natalie looks stunned, but the refs are telling her to go to the back, but she's trying to explain that she won't leave Adrien out here alone with Reynolds, Iwakuma, Chase, and Lloris all stalking around until Adrien comes over and promises her he's going to be fine with it. She looks nervous and VERY hesitant, but she finally relents. Taking a deep breath, he looks across the ring as Reynolds and Iwakuma look to be licking their chops over this! Adrien points at Daisuke, drawing a line in the sand for him to come toward him! Daisuke looks to be ordering Katherine to tag him in, and as she approaches him, he pulls his hand away and calls out to Cochrane that he has to earn it.
Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane is an island out there tonight.
Seth Ericson: I don't think so, Dick. Look at the entrance way!
Indeed, Adrien is not alone. Justin Brooks, Tim Worthington, and Blake Jones have all come out from the back to support Cochrane in new EXODUS Seikigun shirts with the back reading "#AllWillBeWell", starting to stand around the corner as they start slapping their hands on the canvas to cheer on Cochrane. The crowd starts clapping their hands in unison with the three men as Adrien looks to lock up with Katherine Reynolds, whipping her to the ropes. The referee is distracted as he tries to warn the three men to keep to themselves! Reynolds reverses the whip, with Chase going to swing his crutch, but Cochrane reverses again and Chase accidentally cracks Reynolds, leading her to stumble forward...ADRIEN CUTTER! HE HOOKS THE LEG!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
David Zinkus: Katherine Reynolds has been eliminated!
Daisuke charges in and starts trading blows with The Dropkick King, the two of them furious at one another over the past few weeks! Iwakuma whips Cochrane into the corner, charging forward with a Yakuza Kick, but Adrien rolls out of the way, pulls Daisuke out of the corner! He goes for the Lightning Strike, but Iwakuma sidesteps, grabbing Cochrane...RESIDENT EVIL! He gets to his knees and as soon as he can, he starts to grab Adrien into a wristlock, looking like he's going for the Parasite Eve, but Adrien rolls him up into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! There's the bell!
David Zinkus: Daisuke Iwakuma has been eliminated! Your sole survivor is Adrien Cochrane, and your winners...THE EXODUS SEIKIGUN!
Daisuke immediately begins going after Adrien as Worthington, Jones, and Brooks all slide in to help Adrien, but the men are also greeted by Gryphon and the remainder of LEGION. As the battle continues, Natalie and William Bateman return to the fray! WAIT...HERE COMES ANDREW ASHTON, MAKING A BEELINE FOR BLAKE JONES AND BLAKE ALONE! They're brawling, and here comes Fiona Rourke! It's madness in the ring, and standing alone in the crowd and watching is WEAPON and his Turks! We're out of here for the night, everyone!
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