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Anastasia Starling/Candace Rockerfeller

The woman who idolized Savannah Taylor walked to the ring full of confidence, while it was a much more somber Songbird that came down the aisle, perhaps worried of another squishing. Candace took control of the bout from the outset, catching Starling with a pair of hair mares, following it up by bealing the Songbird across the ring by her hair. The hair-related offense had Anastasia reeling, and some in attendance fearing another squishing for the beleaguered circus performer. Starling, though, rallied, landing on her feet out of another hair beale attempt, and put on an arm drag clinic, hitting a conventional, Japanese, and tilt-a-whirl version of the move in rapid succession, sending Candace out to the floor. Her attempt at a slingshot crossbody to the floor, though, was simply walked away from Rockerfeller, and Starling splatted on the concrete. Candace quickly rolled her in for a close two count. Rockerfeller picked Anastasia up, and lifted her to the top rope, looking for what appeared to be a superplex. Starling, though, quickly pushed Rockerfeller backwards, sending her careening down to the mat. Collecting herself, she leaped in the air, turning around to face the audience, then jumped again, into her Songbird's Flight! The Phoenix Splash splattered Candace, and a three count later, not only was the Songbird not squished, but she had, in fact, done the squishing in picking up a big win to open up the R(W) contribution to the pre-show.

Anastasia Starling beat Candace Rockefeller (4:36) by pinfall with the Songbird's Flight.

Elizabeth Lannister/Damon Alexander v. Anderson Cobalt/Simon Raines

This contest was the debut of all four competitors, and all four seemed intent on making it a memorable one. Cobalt and Lannister started, fighting to more or less a standstill after Lannister dropped Anderson with a bicycle kick, and Cobalt retaliated with a belly-to-belly suplex. Both competitors tagged out to their partners, and Damon and Simon entered the ring. Raines used his kicking offense to keep Damon at a distance, but soon Damon began to time Raines' kicks, working over Simon with a series of body punches before taking Raines back to his corner and tagging in Lannister. Raines quickly caught Lannister as she came in with a double palm thrust to the stomach, then flipped head-over-heels to catch her with the koppou kick he (apparently) called the Cutoff at Khyber Pass. Rather than cover, Simon quickly dragged her away from her corner, tagging in Anderson Cobalt. Cobalt promptly double-stomped Elizabeth's stomach, covering for a two count. A cutter from Anderson got another two, and a tag back out to Raines. Simon tried to follow up, catching a desperate kick from Elizabeth, but she followed with a big enzuigiri, and crawled across the ring to tag in Damon. Alexander promptly obliterated Raines with the Golden Glove, a discus punch to the jaw that got a long two count before Simon barely got the shoulder up. Simon lunged to make a tag out, but Damon cut him off, whipping him back into the corner. Lannister was tagged back in, taking Raines down neatly, and trying to lock in a cross-armbreaker. Raines locked his hands, to try and block the move, as Cobalt ran in to make the save. Alexander, though, jumped over Elizabeth and Simon, and nailed Anderson with a huge right hook to the body, crumpling the self-proclaimed Ace of the Second Class just as Lannister used her leg to kick Simon's hands apart, completing the Red Wedding. With the hold on, Raines tapped in mere moments to give the contest to Elizabeth and Damon by submission.

Elizabeth Lannister & Damon Alexander beat Anderson Cobalt & Simon Raines (12:56) by submission when Lannister submitted Raines with the Red Wedding.

Carlton Winslow v. Venus

The entrances of both competitors were a study in contrasts, with Winslow throwing himself up against the fans and basking in their adulation, while Venus did her level best to avoid being touched and generally looked horrified at the heathens who had the audacity to boo her. Carlton was the aggressor in the early going, using his speed to keep Venus on the defensive, hitting a variety of impressive standing aerial movies. The crowd oohed and aahed as Winslow hit first a standing moonsault, then gave Venus Two 4 Flinching for a quick two count. For her part, though, Venus quickly looked to slow down the high flyer, superkicking Carlton in the knee, and focusing her assault on the right leg of the Bel Air native. The Venus Fly Trap further punished the knee, with Venus releasing the illegal submission JUST before the count of five. She draped the knee over the ropes, before dropping her full weight on it several times in succession. Carlton, though, would not say die, hobbling around the ring after Venus arrogantly went up top, taking too long before executing a pretty but missed moonsault. The Carlton Shuffle knocked her loopy, and for a moment, all was in Carlton Winslow's corner. Winslow leaped in the air, looking for the 1 Hitter Quitter, but the Queen ducked and carefully guided Carlton up and over, forcing him to hot-shot himself on the top turnbuckle. With Carlton mostly out of it, Venus had plenty of time to grapevine Winslow's legs, showing impressive strength to chickenwing both of Carlton's arms, completing the De Milo Lock! Winslow screamed due to the intense pressure on his knee, before falling quiet. The official moved in quickly, and judged Carlton unconscious and unable to continue, giving Venus the victory by submission.

Venus beat Carlton Winslow (11:07) by submission with the De Milo Lock.

Oliver Creed v. Shozo Arino

Oliver Creed seized control of the bout at the opening bell, using elbow smashes and a running elbow to put Arino down on the canvas. A quick triangle choke followed, but Shozo was quick to make it to the ropes. Arino was able to catch an attempted kick from Creed, and dragon screwed the leg. A series of elbowdrops followed before Creed was able to push Shozo off of him, trying to buy time and distance. Shozo would have none of it, though, locking both of Oliver's arms and delivering the headbutt series known as the Concussion. Creed hit the canvas, finally, and rolled to the outside to buy a bit of time before coming back in the ring and catching Arino with a spinning heel kick that took Shozo by surprise. Oliver stomped away at his downed opponent, before trying to cinch in a vertical suplex. Arino countered the suplex attempt, muscling up the bigger Creed before DROPPING him on his head with a huge brainbuster! Shozo crawled to cover, but to the surprise of the crowd, Oliver got the shoulder up at two! The kickout seemed to give the methodical Creed new life, as he fought his way back up, hitting his own brainbuster on Arino. The crowd got behind Arino even as Creed picked him up, hitting the Lucifer Effect....for a close, close two only! Still, Oliver didn't seem overly concerned.
Creed fired Arino into the ropes, trying to time a spinning backfist as Shozo came back. Shozo, though, ducked underneath and hit the far side ropes, exploding off of them with the Legacy Cementer. The huge flying knee kick caught Creed square in the face, and Shozo crawled over to get the 1, 2, 3, completing a hard-fought come from behind victory against the Machiavellian Oliver.

Shozo Arino beat Oliver Creed (14:15) by pinfall with the Legacy Cementer.

Main Event - Rush Hour v. Damage Inc

Rush Hour received a huge ovation from the crowd as they came to ringside for the main event of the FanFest, while Damage, Inc. looked considerably more focused on the task at hand, settling in their corner, ready for battle. They jumped Rush Hour before the bell, Yoshida attacking Togo, and Watanabe Jones, forcing the official to ring the bell to the boos of the crowd. Yoshida drilled Togo with a yakuza kick, following him outside to continue the punishment, as Watanabe and Jones became the legal competitors due to the lack of any other better ideas for the official. Yoshiko PLANTED Black with a huge two-handed chokeslam, and wasted no time covering, getting a solid two count. Togo managed to DDT Yoshida on the floor, then sprinted into the ring to attack Watanabe with an impressive flurry of punches and kicks. Black Jones got in on the act too, as Rush Hour whipped Watanabe into the corner, and Jones followed in with the Immortal Technique - with the addition of Togo also shoot-kicking Watanabe in the chest. Jones covered, and got a two count before the rampaging Yoshida managed to get back inside and make the save. Flinging Togo out of the ring, she promptly destroyed Jones with a vicious Uraken, then delivered Vindication, her big jumping piledriver, before returning to her corner. Watanabe crawled on top for a very narrow two count, with Jones kicking out at the last split second. Things looked bleak for Rush Hour, with Watanabe tagging in Yoshida. They set Jones up, looking for the Death From Above, but Togo sprung into the ring, nailing Watanabe with a springboard kick to the face! Jones rolled through with a sunset flip, but couldn't get Yoshida to go over. She attempted to crush Black by dropping down, but Jones managed to successfully roll away. Togo and Jones lit Yoshida up with a series of kicks, changing levels to mix her up. Finally, Shizuka toppled to the seat of her pants, and Rush Hour backed up, striking at the same time with Poetic Justice from Jones, and a modified Slide to Home from Togo, sandwiching Shizuka between the strikes. Jones made the cover, as Togo tackled Watanabe between the ropes to secure the victory as the official counted three!

Rush Hour (Duke Togo & Black Jones) beat Damage, Inc. (Shizuka Yoshida & Yoshiko Watanabe) (17:45) by pinfall when Jones pinned Yoshida after a Poetic Justice/Slide to Home combo.

We come back from commercial, and Ashlyn DeLuca is already in the ring, several fans politely cheering as they realize what's happening.

Dick Morosi: Folks, we're back from commercial, and if you're wondering why Ashlyn DeLuca is on your television screen, you must be tuning in late! Ashlyn DeLuca convinced our director, Jonathan Collins, to make her his last opponent on EXODUS television before we march to The Autumn Effect 2! Collins certainly obliged, so we're getting an unadvertised match featuring The Saint of Violence!

Seth Ericson: And you have to admit, that's a good thing!

Suddenly...the opening notes of "Jungle" by X Ambassadors & Jamie N Commons starts, the lights in the arena going pitch black at the first drum beat!



And suddenly the lights go back on, flashing brightly on the stage as there stands Jonathan Collins! In his black long jacket with a hood over his head, he stays at center stage momentarily before taking the slow walk down, flipping his head back to flip the hood off his head, revealing his half mask over his jaw. Taking a deep breath as he keeps his eyes on the ring, he slowly starts to approach the ring, slapping a few hands. Once he looks at the ring, he slowly starts to climb up to the apron before cleaning off his boots on the apron before stepping into the ring and keeping an eye on his opponent before coming to the middle of the ring and dropping to a knee, ripping the mask off and spitting blue mist up into the air! Quickly getting back up, Collins goes to his corner and stands on the middle turnbuckle, pointing out to the crowd to salute them, getting the love back in return!

Dick Morosi: This man is two weeks away from his final match in professional wrestling, and the crowd is cheering him on as he faces his good friend!

Seth Ericson: Even Ashlyn DeLuca can't help but cheer on her friend!

Indeed, Ashlyn has politely applauded for Jon, and after he starts to prepare to meet Ashlyn, they meet in the center of the ring. A handshake of respect is exchanged, and the bell rings, but...the peace doesn't last. Slowly, many of the same riot gear and black masked security that participated in the riot that hurt people at the Based Empire (R)Evolution Wrestling show along with several other events pop up, starting to march themselves down. Ashlyn looks on at them with Jon, the two of them nodding as if they know what to do...AND IT'S ON AS SOON AS ONE ENTERS THE RING! Jonathan and Ashlyn work together to take out this small troop of them, each of them making sure the other is protected! SYXX KICK TO SECURITY FROM DELUCA! PARALLAX SHOCK FROM COLLINS! The two have cleared the ring, and Jonathan sits down in the middle of the ring on his ass, inviting them to come at him!

Dick Morosi: THAT'S HOW HE TAKES CARE OF BUSINESS!

Seth Ericson: He's got a microphone!

Indeed Collins does, and as he looks out at the crowd, he grins a little as he shakes his head.

Jonathan Collins: So I feel like there's a lot of things going on here that I'm now officially irritated over. There's a lot of people interfering and causing problems and I've pretty much had it. So I'm going to ask my friend a favor here, since she was coming to the show in two weeks anyways.

Ashlyn looks down at Jon, who gets back to his feet, looking at his friend.

Jonathan Collins: You want to come back and be part of history?

Ashlyn nods, smiling at her as he offers his hand.

Jonathan Collins: Two weeks, I'm gonna need a special guest enforcer in case Gods & Monsters wants to interfere in the gigantic mess they created in one of my matches. So how about you make sure that nobody interferes in the match...WITH FIONA COLLINS AND SALLY TALFOURD?

The crowd erupts at the idea, Ashlyn nodding emphatically as he and her shake hands, "Jungle" starting again as the crowd cheers loudly, the two starting to leave the ring, slapping hands with fans as they make their way back to the ring.

Dick Morosi: You heard it here first! Ashlyn DeLuca will be returning in two weeks at The Autumn Effect 2 to be the special guest enforcer in the Fiona Collins and Sally Talfourd match!

Seth Ericson: This is huge! Is Ashlyn even a contracted talent?!

Dick Morosi: She might not be...but in a few moments, neither may be Lady Magdalena! The stipulations are simple! If she wins, Chris Strike forfeits his World Title shot in two weeks against Christum Furor at The Autumn Effect 2. If he wins, she's banished from EXODUS...permanently! Now let's head to the ring for this huge match!

MATRIMONY CONTRACT CAREER MATCH
CHRIS STRIKE vs. LADY MAGDALENA

The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water!

Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly, seas increase
And then fall again…

As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.

This world is spinning around me…
The whole world keeps spinning around me…
All life is future to past…
Every breath leaves me one less to my last!

David Zinkus: Introducing first, from São Paulo, Brazil, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… “THE WAR MACHINE”… CHRIS… STRIKE!!!

Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring as the fans begin to sing along with the chorus.

Pull me under! Pull me under!
Pull me under I'm not afraid!
All that I feel is honor and spite,
All I can do is set it right!

Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…

Seth Ericson: This match has HUGE ramifications for the Autumn Effect!

Dick Morosi: That is exactly right, Seth. If Chris Strike wins, he goes to the Autumn Effect as the number one contender to Christum Furor’s World Title, and possibly the last true hope to dethrone the dominant champion!

Seth Ericson: And also, his opponent Lady Magdalena is EXILED from EXODUS Pro, never again being allowed to enter an EXODUS ring ever again! Combined with that, The Black Swan’s engagement to Strike will be immediately ended. But if Magdalena wins…

Dick Morosi: Chris Strike LOSES his championship shot at the Autumn Effect, and he has promised that he WILL take Magdalena down the aisle and marry her. A hell of a lot is at stake here. There has been months of development here between the supposedly ‘star crossed lovers’. But it could all end tonight.

Seth Ericson: For better for worse?

Dick Morosi: Till death do them part! It’s never rung more true!

As Strike’s music finally fades away, the lights dim, and there is a collective ‘ahhh’ from the crowd as the “Bridal Chorus” by Richard Wagner echoes out over the P.A System.

Seth Ericson: You’ve got to be kidding me?

Dick Morosi:I don’t believe it!

Lady Magdalena steps out from behind the curtain in a jaw droppingly exquisite wedding gown, complete with a delightful silk veil that covers her heavenly features. The organ continues to play as another figure, dressed in a black suit more resembling a funeral suit steps out next to her. Upon his head is a burlap sack.

Seth Ericson: Lady Magdalena is coming down the aisle… in a wedding dress?

Dick Morosi: And Christum Furor is giving her away!?

Seth Ericson: Well, it’s not exactly like Andreas can WALK her down the aisle.

Dick Morosi: That was REALLY poor taste, Seth!

Seth Ericson: And all of this isn’t?

Dick Morosi: You have a point, but I’m pretty sure Furor is here to ensure Magdalena is victorious, and nothing else.

She takes a few steps forward, holding a bunch of blood red roses in her hands as Furor leads her down. She then pauses, throwing the flowers out into the crowd with a playful squeal. Furor then lifts the veil from her face, as she beams the brightest, yet most disturbing of smiles towards the ring. She then takes a step forward by herself, tearing at her elegant dress, which falls to the ground as she spins on the spot, revealing her brand new ring attire in virgin white, the words Lady ‘Death’ Strike down the sides.

Seth Ericson: Well… that’s ironic.

Dick Morosi: Don’t get Meta out here, but Magdalena is playing one hell of a mind game on Chris Strike right now an--

The lights begin to dim before flashing out in brilliant reds and greens as the haunting ‘Ahhhh Ah. Ahhhh Ah’ sounds out from the P.A system. The bright lights dance seductively to the classic Annie Lennox tune ‘Little Bird’, glittering strobe effects accompanying it.



Magdalena then wraps herself up in her customary long feather boa that complements her outfit perfectly. Christum Furor points the way to the ring as he hangs back at the top of the aisle. She pauses, simply standing there at the top of the ramp with her head bowed. Her only movement is her impatiently tapping her left foot to the beat of the music.



The music kicks into high gear as Magdalena begins strutting down the ramp as if she was upon a Parisian catwalk, stretching out the feather boa over her shoulders as if she was carrying a cross. The hesitation she had before seems to be slowly fading away as she swings her hips down towards the ring, her head tilted back in some form of religious ecstasy.



David Zinkus: Now coming down the aisle, his opponent… Representing Gods & Monsters, from Lourdes, France… “THE BLACK SWAN”… LADY MAGDALENA!

She reaches the ring apron and with a move taken right from the royal ballet, pivots on the spot then struts up the stairs towards the ropes. She uses her long legs to climb through the middle ropes, pausing for a second to flash her smile and give a cheeky wink to the cameras. Her sense of doubt is seemingly subsiding as she enters the ring.



She climbs up one of the turnbuckles, wrapping herself up in her feather boa once more as she flutters her eyelashes at the camera. She then drops her boa to the ground, letting out a manical laugh that resembles the wail of a banshee as she drops down from the turnbuckle and begins to ready herself for her match.



Seth Ericson: And then she switches it up into her regular entrance! What is it with the Lasiewicz’s and over the top entrances?

Dick Morosi: Least it isn’t as long as a Sam Raine entrance. But we are almost set to go. You may have noticed that Furor has kept his distance on this one, he is simply standing at the top of the aisle with the title. He is watching this one very closely.


The bell finally rings, the crowd reaching fever pitch to witness what could be the end of this ‘Unholy Union’. The crowd is firmly behind Chris Strike, chanting his name over and over again. There are a few stragglers supporting Magdalena, however, most of them die hard G & M supporters who are holding up signs such as ‘True Love Conquers All’. The Fair Lady has a devilish look about her, even in her pure white attire. She begins to strut around the ring seductively, her hypnotising hips swaying, yet Strike seems unfazed. Eventually she walks right up to the former God of Thunder, wrapping her arms around his neck. She stares into his eyes, yet only sees steely determination. Her lets out a crazed bout of laughter, agilely lifting one leg up to his waist as she leans right back. Strike doesn’t move a muscle. As she raises her head once, she closes her eyes and puckers up.

Seth Ericson: And yet more mind games from the Fro—I mean Frenchwoman.

Dick Morosi: But will Strike fall for them once agai—WHOA! What a headbutt from Chris Strike! That has literally drawn first blood, right from Magdalena’s nose!

A violent headbutt indeed from Strike, one that sends Magdalena away reeling. He follows up with a charge and…

Seth Ericson: OUR LADY PEACE!!!

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TWO…



THR—

Seth Ericson: OUTTA NOWHERE!

Dick Morosi: That was almost it right there! The Fair Lady has put him down with that once before, but I wasn’t expecting it to be the first move that she hit. Jeez, it was almost done before it began!

So close was the kickout that all fans in attendance were on their feet, their hands on their heads in disbelief. Magdalena merely licks her lips, tasting the blood that is trickling from her nose from the headbutt. She turns and begins working on Strike’s arm, driving ferocious knees in, one after another. She follows it up with a hammerlock, using her knees on occasion to deal more damage to the shaken Strike. The War Machine is reaching out for the ropes, but is just out of reach. He tries to use his stronger frame to power out, but Magdalena switches the hold expertly into a keylock.

Seth Ericson: Magdalena with a huge early advantage here, working on that arm. She’s like a female version of the Terminator!

From underneath the commentary booth pops a diminutive figure, dressed in a tiny wedding dressed with his face painted like a cyborg, complete with a single red eye.

Blowjob: CUM IN ME, IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!!!

Seth breaks out into uncontrollable laughter as Blowjob, obviously mocking Lady Magdalena, vanishes again from view.

Dick Morosi: This was your idea, wasn’t it Seth?

Seth Ericson: Oh no. Kamijo arranged it all. Haha. Was just too good to pass up on!

Dick Morosi: This is a damn serious match here, Seth. Jeez. Back to the action, Magdalena is complete control in the here and now.

Magdalena controls the match, applying yet more pressure to the hold. Strike is in obvious pain, struggling to deal with Magdalena’s MMA expertise. He begins to pull himself to a vertical base, trying to throw elbows with his free arm, ones that do not connect. Magdalena then shockingly pushes Chris to the ropes, and as he bounces back goes for another Our Lady Peace! Strike manages to duck it, and springs back off the ropes with a running dropkick that sends the Black Swan flying into the corner. As she returns he follows it up with a Dragon Screw, yet she returns again to be met with a Northern Lights Suplex back into the corner. She literally dangles there, he nails her with a Rolling Wheel Kick and goes for the pin!

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TWO…



THR—

Yet Magdalena manages to roll Strike over into her own pinning combination!

ONE…



TWO…



THR—

Strike pushes her off, and as they both get to their feet, he rolls her up once more.

ONE…



TWO…


A quicker kickout by the younger Lasiewicz sibling, who returns the favour as she kips up and goes for a Flying Crucifix!

ONE…



TWO…



THR—

Seth Ericson: I lost count on the amount of pins!

Dick Morosi: Quick fire pinfall attempts here. You can tell each of them have some nerves and want to end this quickly!

But Strike kicks out again, and then breaks the cycle of near falls with a Rolling Kesagiri Chop, followed by a Running Bulldog! With Magdalena down on the mat, he expertly applies the Luminaire Clutch!

Seth Ericson: This could be it! Strike wants her to literally give up on her wedding dreams.

Dick Morosi:This is starting to get intense here, folks!

Magdalena refuses to quit, even when Strike tightens the hold. She screams like a Banshee, deafening even the fans in the front row, screaming “I Won’t Give Up On Us, Chrissy!”. She claws with her talons, pulling herself inch by inch towards the ropes. The referee checks on her, but she refuses to quit, even when Strike shouts at her to do so. “I don’t love you! I never have! This ends now!” She cries out violently in response, “LIAR!” And with that she clutches the ropes, forcing the referee to break the hold.

Seth Ericson: She just makes it, though I think Strike’s words urged her on.

Dick Morosi: This match is possibly one of the most emotionally charged I have ever commentated on.

Strike looks down on her, shouting “No more! No more!” He begins laying boots into her as she struggles to get up, then sends her down with a perfect Mjöllnir!

ONE…



TWO…



THR—


But it isn’t enough to put her down. Strike sees the prone Little Bird and climbs to the top rope, picking his spot and diving off with a Senton, but The Fair Lady gets her knees up just in time! The War Machine is in agony right now as Mags goes into her Eagle’s Claw stance, ready to attack. She runs in with a vile Clawhold STO, driving Chris Strike into the mat. She keeps the claw locked in for a few moments, screaming “If You Won’t Love Me, You’ll Never Love Again!” Then as the ref reaches four, she switches to a Testicular Claw!

Seth Ericson: I always said Magdalena had Strike by the balls.

Dick Morosi:Ugh…

She breaks the hold finally, as both Strike and the male sections of the crowd winch in pain, the women in attendance grimacing as she licks her hand afterwards. She then goes back to working on the arm, driving yet more knees into it.

Seth Ericson: Some of the Sekigun laughed off Magdalena’s chances before this match, but she is looking vicious out there.

Dick Morosi: They were wrong to laugh her off, Seth. They may have just been trying to support Strike, but she is as dangerous as they come. Andreas himself has been quoted as she was more dangerous than him. And as we have seen, she holds a victory over Strike. The War Machine cannot say the same thing!

Strike tries to get himself up, but Magdalena continues with the knees, and as The War Machine gets to his feet switches to Savate style kicks, one quick fire blow after another. Strike keeps trying to block, and eventually blocks one, then another, then with the third he keeps hold going for another Dragon Screw but she lands on her feet this time. He wheels around for the Shotei as she comes back at him…

Seth Ericson: SHO—WAIT? She flips in mid-air grabbing the arm!

Dick Morosi: An armbar… NO! THE MEROVINGIAN CRUCFIX! OH MY GOD! WHAT A REVERSAL!

She has it locked in! The crowd are in a mad frenzy, many applauding the expertly done reversal, yet more willing Chris to break the seemingly irreversible hold.

Seth Ericson: That was simply beautiful!

Dick Morosi: She is as beautiful as she is deadly, Seth. A real life femme fatale!

Strike is feeling pure anguish right now, Magdalena’s wails reaching fever pitch. JUST LOVE ME! JUST LOVE ME! she screams. Strike attempts to move, yet all her weight is on the injured arm she has been working on all match. She wenches away at him, applying more and more agonizing pressure.

Seth Ericson: This could be it, Dick. This hold is lethal.

Dick Morosi: I have been watching past footage of Magdalena both in the squared circle and her time in the octagon in France, and I have never, NEVER seen someone break this hold.

Strike seems to be fading, his head becoming so red he seems ready to explode. His eyes begin to glaze over, the fist he was pumping to gain momentum begins to slow down and Magdalena begins to laugh as she knows victory nears.

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THR—

NO! The rollup wasn’t enough, but it broke the hold at last as the crowd breaks into jubilation!

Seth Ericson: HE ALMOST GOT HER!

Dick Morosi: What a rerseval, pinning her down to her shoulders with the hold still locked in. They are now to their feet and—OUR LADY PEACE!!!

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Seth Ericson: AGAIN?

Dick Morosi: What is it going to take?

Magdalena can’t quite believe it, and begins screaming at the referee, who insists it was a two. She goes for another pin.

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Seth Ericson: And another close call for Strike.

Dick Morosi: Boy, is he determined to win this match! Can anything keep him down? This man is not only fighting for his own future, but for all of EXODUS. You’ve gotta applaud the God of Thunder for that one!

Seth Ericson: But look at Magdalena! She is possessed! She is wailing away and ripping her own hair out. She’s lost it!

Magdalena pauses once more, surrounded by clumps of her fine raven curls. She begins to tear away at Strike, scratching his face and clothes alike, screaming “LOVE ME! LOVE ME! LOVE ME!” over and over again as the referee fails to stop her. She continues to claw away at him, ripping open his shirt and exposing his chest.

Seth Ericson: Strike is bleeding from the face now.

Dick Morosi: And she is tearing his protective shirt off and… is that a new tattoo?

Seth Ericson: I don’t remember him having one there. Looks like… Bullet holes? Eight of them.

Magdalena looks down at the tattoo, looking perplexed as it is obviously new. She strokes it with her hand, mesmerized by it as she straddles him. She then leans down and licks it seductively.

Seth Ericson: Now this is getting weird again.

Dick Morosi: And Strike is motionless. This is a danger—STRIKE!!!

Mags’ eyes grow wide as Strike has her by the throat, his eyes showing signs of madness as he screams NO MORE! He flips her over him and out of the ring. She lands with a thud, cracking the back of her head on the floor, as Strike leaps back up and dives through the ropes, smashing right into her with lefts and rights. The War Machine kicks it into high gear, pulling her up and whipping her into the barricade. Then he grabs her arm again and almost tears it out of its socket by whipping her into the ring post face first. She bounces right back into an Exploder Suplex that sends her flying over the Japanese announcer’s table, cleaning out the commentary team in one fell swoop!

Seth Ericson: HE JUST TOOK OUT THE JAPANESE COMMENTARY TEAM!

Dick Morosi: I have never seen Strike like this before! He is raging!

Strike picks her up, scoop slamming her onto the table. He then scoops her up into an Argentine Backbreaker!

Seth Ericson: Oh God!

Dick Morosi: No, no! Not this! He did this to Sally Talfourd at Ascendancy!

Seth Ericson: He’s going for the MEGAFLARE!

Dick Morosi: It’s nigh on a carbon copy of Andreas Lasiewicz’s Unforgettable Fire. How poetic will this be?

Chris Strike crashes her straight through the table with the MEGAFLARE as it shatters to pieces. He lets out a defiant roar, grabbing the clearly unconscious Magdalena by the hand, ripping off her engagement ring in the process and tossing into Section B as a souvenir for one lucky fan!

Seth Ericson: That’s it, she’s dead!

Dick Morosi: And one fan has now got the infamous engagement ring!

He rolls her into the ring, screaming that he’s going to finish it once and for all. He climbs through the ropes and begins stalking the clearly hurt Black Swan. As the camera pans to the aisle, we notice Christum Furor shaking his head and exiting via the curtain.

Seth Ericson: Furor has abandoned Magdalena!

Dick Morosi: He knows the end is nigh for her, and now so does she!

Magdalena begins to shakily climb up to her feet, but then drops to her knees, staring at the now bare wedding finger as tears begin to form in her eyes. As mascara runs down her elfin features, her body shaking as if she is about pass out, she utters a few final words. ”J-j-just kiss… kiss me… one last t-time… Strike looks down on her, then grabs her by the hair, roughly tugging her up and possibly ripping out more curls. He plants a forceful but short kiss on her lips, before pushing her back. As she staggers away, he wipes his mouth then sprints to the ropes, coming back with the Ultima WEAPON!

Seth Ericson: JEEEEEESSSSSSSUUUUUSSSSSS!!

Dick Morosi: WOW! This one is ALL OVER!


ONE…






TWO…






THREE!!!

Seth Ericson: HE DID IT!

Dick Morosi: My God, what a finish! That Ultima WEAPON is LETHAL!

Seth Ericson: And you know what that means!

Dick Morosi:Magdalena is GONE from EXODUS!

“Pull Me Under” hits the P.A System as Chris Strike raises his arms in victory, screaming down ”It’s Over!” at the prone and quivering Lady Magdalena. EMTS rush out with a stretcher for the Fair Lady as the crowd goes wild for Chris Strike, who has perched himself upon the top rope, pointing to the huge Autumn Effect banner that hangs near the stage, motioning to his waistline.

Seth Ericson: Chris Strike is going to the Autumn Effect!

Dick Morosi: The fans are going wild for him now. He will go on to challenge Christum Furor for the World title. And if he is anything like he was at the tail end of this match, boy I think he’s going to do it!

Seth Ericson: And nigh on all of EXODUS is praying he does! What an ovation for the War Machine!

Dick Morosi: We’ve got to cut to a commercial Ladies and Gentlemen, but we will be right back! We still have the main event to come!



WINNER: CHRIS STRIKE

After the commercial break, which included a brand new advertisement confirming the Autumn Effect main event of Chris Strike Vs. Christum Furor for the EXODUS Pro World Title, we cut to backstage. We find the paramedics carrying Lady Magdalena through the car park to an awaiting ambulance. She is barely conscious, the hand that once wore her engagement ring reaching outwards like an eagles talon.

Lady Magdalena: Chrissy… C-Chrissy… Where have... where have you gone?

The medics try to calm her down as she continues to cry her eyes out. As she is loaded up in the ambulance, a crowd of fans gather, all mockingly waving her goodbye. Black clad security members begin to push them back to make way for the medics. But before the doors are able to close, Magdalena spots someone in the crowd.

Lady Magdalena:Y-you… Y-you started… started all of this!

The camera searches through the gathering crowds, trying to fathom who she is trying to point out.

Lady Magdalena: You forced him away… N-now… Now you are trying to take—my family. I will find you. I will find you in two weeks. I will find you before you even get to the are-arena.

The camera finally picks up her target, a slender and beautiful red headed woman, who is stunned to silence.

Lady Magdalena: Autumn Effect… I…I-I… WILL…KILL…YOU…

As The Black Swan finally falls unconscious, her arm dropping and the doors of the ambulance slamming shut, we realize who she was pointing out.

Heather Halliwell.

We now return to ringside.

Dick Morosi: Ladies and Gentlemen, in case you missed it... HE HAS DONE IT! CHRIS STRIKE HAS CONQUERED HIS DEMON AND IS ON THE WAY TO THE AUTUMN EFFECT!

Seth Ericson: Chris Strike may have survived the frying pan, but he's got a fire in two weeks!

Dick Morosi: Let's head over a ways at ringside, we have the owner of the WARPED Wrestling, Joey Matthew, along with the man who calls himself the Ultraviolent Perfectionist, PKA.

Tom Matheny is shown at ringside with a microphone as he welcomes both Joey Matthew and PKA. They both stand up from their seats and get a round of applause from the crowd.

Tom Matheny: Joey Matthew, PKA, it's great to have you two here at ringside to experience EXPRO on FX tonight! Since May of this year, we've not heard much of you being in or around any wrestling show in any capacity. What brings you here now?

Tim holds the microphone up to Joey's mouth but PKA pulls it his way.

PKA: He's bringing it back! WOO!!

Joey pulls the microphone back his way. PKA rolls his eyes and takes a drink from his beer cup.

Joey Matthew: Well, Tom, I've wanted to come experience an EXODUS show for quite some time now. Myself and Jonathan Collins have interacted quite a bit on Twitter and ..Well.. we finally were able to meet up and here we are tonight enjoying this awesome show!

PKA pulls the microphone over as he's taking a swig of beer.

PKA: He is totally bringing it back! Both! All of them!

Tom looks baffled.

Tom Matheny: Bringing WHAT back?

Joey shakes his head.

Joey Matthew: Don't humor hi-

PKA leans over.

PKA: WARPED! SHEEP SHEEP!!

Joey nudges PKA to get out of the way and that causes PKA to spill his beer all over Joey's pants.

PKA: Oh now look...

PKA sits down and puts his face in the palms of his hands. Joey looks down at PKA, then to Tim, then back at PKA. He looks at Tom and Tom just shrugs.

You f***ed up! You f***ed up! You f***ed up!

Joey shakes his head.

Joey Matthew: Well, we'd like to thank Jonathan Collins and wish him the best in his retirement over this next month. And thank you for having us.

PKA looks up from his seat and screams out.

PKA: QUITTER!

Joey ignores and starts a chant..

Joey Matthew: Ex-Pro! Ex-Pro! Ex-Pro!

Joey pumps his fist as he chants and the crowd joins in with him.

EX-PRO! EX-PRO! EX-PRO!

And with that, commercial.

DESIRE.



Oliver Creed: Desire can be that of beauty. Between to lovers, the longing to be connected can be almost intoxicating. The beautiful grace of desire, to be something, the desire to obtain something with hard work and dedication. Desire can be romanticized in that manner. But the ugly said of desire, the LUST of it all, whether you hurt the people you supposedly LOVE or not, all that matters if that you're happy. The selfish need to satisfy oneself is rather...vicious. But sometimes we must be barbaric in our quests of desire.



Oliver Creed: What do you desire? Whether it be of gold and wealth...or...the flesh. I can give it to you, all you need to do...is worship me...as your new idol of HOPE. That...is what I DESIRE...

Oliver looks at the woman who straddles him now. She hooks her red dress and reveals a large tattoo on her back.

†

Dick Morosi: These videos from Oliver Creed just continue to get more and more...bizarre.

Seth Ericson: Considering the whole basis of hope is what EXODUS revolves around, I'm starting to wonder if this is going to rub a few people the wrong way in EXODUS and not just (R)Evolution.

Dick Morosi: Well if it's going to do that to anyone, it'll be RW World Champion Sydney Christensen, and she's in action next when she teams with The Big L himself to face HATE's Marty Connor and Jaina Frost from the Sisters of Sin!

TAG TEAM MATCH
SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN ((R)Evolution World Champion) & STEVE LENTON vs. JAINA FROST & MARTY CONNOR

Suddenly, over the PA System, a voice.



Suddenly, the music for "The Future Is Now" by Starset explodes, and the crowd rises as the stage goes black save for a few tiny blue lights that look like stars! Suddenly, at the entrance, the brightest lights comes and in her long duster jacket in a shade of blue for the night, wearing the Sekigun colors...IS SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN!



Sydney starts to make her way down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way as the chorus begins. The look on "The North Star" says it all, and that's she's here to win! With a fist pump, she hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring before pointing her finger upward to a flare light going off above her, signaling the arrival of The North Star, all before she climbs the turnbuckles to get applause from the crowd! Once inside, she walks immediately to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. She raises her arms in the air, sticking her pointer fingers in the air and gazing out at the cheering crowd, nodding her head before hopping down. She then takes her jacket off and tosses it to the outside as she begins to loosen up as the music slowly fades out, AND THEN SUDDENLY...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 "Aw Naw" (Remix) by Nappy Roots ft. POD blares. The crowd begins to sing along with the opening part. 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.

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. Lenton's eyes turn towards his opponent eyes locked on directly, staring intensely.

The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton turns back to the crowd, 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.

David Zinkus: And their opponents...



The Mr. Green song is broken up by a buzzing sound and suddenly "Eye of the Storm" by The Haunted storms through the PA and out comes Marty Connor. He scratches his chin with a villainous smile as he slowly walks towards the ring. He occasionally trades abuse with fans in the front row, then climbs on the apron and enters through the ropes. In the ring, he takes off his leather jacket and hands it to the bellkeeper, then climbs one of the turnbuckles where he poses, showered by a chorus of boos. Shortly after, he hops off and prepares for the match as the music dies out.

Burn by In This Moment hit’s over the P.A System as the KWI Crowd look over at the entrance. A moment passes as the curtains part ways and slowly out walks the silver haired Jaina Frost. She looks out at the crowd surveying the lay of the land so to speak and smirks as she begins to walk towards the ring.

David Zinkus: “Ladies and Gentleman, hailing from New York City, New York... Jaina FROST!!”

The crowd’s reaction is typical as boo’s reign out, as the fans know all to much about the Frost family’s legacy in professional wrestling. But that only enamours Jaina as she casually walks up the steps and enters the ring via the middle rope before spinning into a corner and taking a seat as she waits for the bell.

Frost and Lenton start in the ring, and they move in close to each other, feeling each other out. Frost shoots in with a big double leg takedown, but Lenton cuts her off with a big elbow to the back of the head. Lenton pulls Frost to her feet quickly, and takes her over with a big suplex. Lenton quickly pulls Frost back to her feet, and fires off with a big right hand. He follows up with a second right hand, then lifts Frost up for another suplex, but she floats over behind Lenton, rolling him up with a school boy.

ONE...

TWO.

KICKOUT!

Seth Ericson: Jaina Frost trying to catch Steve Lenton off guard early.

Frost and Lenton are back on their feet again, and Frost fires in with a big knee to the midsection, then clubs Lenton across the face with a big forearm. Frost drags Lenton by the head over to her corner and tags in Conner, who steps through the ropes and helps Frost lift Lenton up with a double suplex. Conner is quickly on Lenton, pulling him to his feet and firing away with a hard toe kick, before taking Lenton over with a snap suplex. Conner hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE...

TWO..

Christensen breaks it up!

Dick Morosi: Sydney Christensen, flying in to break her partner out of that pinfall.

Conner and Lenton are back on their feet, and Conner shoots in with a big elbow. Lenton responds with a forearm strike of his own, then takes Conner to the mat with a quick drop toe hold. Lenton moves quickly to his corner and tags in Christensen, who springs off the top rope and comes flying in on the rising Conner, catching him with a hard missile dropkick. Christensen quickly pulls at Conner's hair, pulling him to his feet and driving a hard forearm into Conner's temple. Christensen follows up with a hard enziguri, taking Conner to the mat.

Seth Ericson: Sydney Christensen is on fire.

Christensen waits for Conner to get to his feet, leaping over and taking him over with a quick hurricanrana. Christensen fires up, waiting for Conner to get to his feet again, bouncing off the ropes and charging in, but is caught by Conner with a big back body drop. Conner moves to his corner and tags Frost into the match, and she steps through the ropes, charging quickly at Christensen and firing in with a big clothesline, driving Christensen to the mat. Frost pulls Christensen roughly to her feet, lifting her up and dropping her hard to the mat with a Samoan Drop.

Dick Morosi: Jaina Frost has been jocking for a shotSydney Christensen earlier this month, and she's using that momentum right here.

Frost quickly crawls over and makes the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!!

Frost pulls Christensen up to her feet quickly, and sends her hard into the ropes. Frost fires off with a big European uppercut, but Christensen sidesteps it, bouncing off the ropes again, and catches Frost with a flying forearm. Christensen quickly moves over to her opponent's corner, and drives a hard forearm into Marty Conner, knocking him to the floor. Christensen quickly moves back to the rising Frost, catching her with a swinging DDT! Christensen makes the quick cover of Frost.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!!

Dick Morosi: Sydney Christensen can't get Jaina Frost with that cover!

Christensen quickly tags in her partner, and then rushes across the ring, diving through the ropes and nailing Marty Conner with a suicide dive. Lenton steps into the ring, and quickly moves over to Frost, pulling her to her feet and taking her over with a quick snapmare, then firing a hard kick to the square of the back. Lenton moves to the corner, waiting for Jaina to climb to her feet. As she does, he charges for the 6:00! But Frost rolls out of the way and Lenton keeps his momentum crashing into Marty Connor to falls off the apron. He turns around but is Frost is waiting for him with a SHADOW KICK! Steve stumbles back towards his corner as Syd climbs in with a blind tag! But as Lenton tries to get his bearing back its Marty Connor who climbs into the ring going right after the much larger Lenton as the two begin to rumble in the ring.

Dick Morosi: And out goes Big L!

Sydney is a bit perplexed about what's going on but is blindsided by forearm from Jaina Frost, bullying her into the corner as she rolls the Revo Champion up in with a handfull of tights as the referee drops for the count!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

WINNERS: JAINA FROST & MARTY CONNOR

"Burn" continues to play, Sydney looking on at the ramp as Jaina cackles evilly, Marty smirking like he hit a huge victory all on his own. The two wave off their opponents all as we cut to commercial.

The cameras turn to the backstage area to one of the entrances to the RIMAC arena. Chuck Matthews is seen, walking into the building, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He’s staring at his phone, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. A voice oh so familiar to him snaps him back to reality.

Casey Faith: Charlie!

Chuck freezes, glancing up from his phone. He sees Casey Faith, his older sister, standing in the hallway. But that’s not the only person in the hallway, as the camera pans out and reveals the former EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion, Adrien Cochrane. The fans in the RIMAC cheers for the beloved New Orleanian, who clearly feels awkward about his girlfriend’s little brother showing up in the very hallway they were in.

Chuck Matthews: Well now...can’t say I expected you to be here. How’s it going, Je-

Casey looks at him, frowning. Chuck catches himself, and smiles.

Chuck Matthews: Casey. Right…

He glances at Adrien, then back to Casey, a thoughtful look on his face.

Chuck Matthews: Mr. Cochrane.

Adrien Cochrane: Mr. Matthews. Thank you for your invitation to your party this past Friday.

Chuck narrows his eyes, but smiles.

Chuck Matthews: Of course.

He turns his attention back to Casey.

Chuck Matthews: So you’re here with him, then.

It isn’t a question. Nevertheless, Casey looks at Adrien, a smile on her face.

Casey Faith: He invited me.

Adrien Cochrane: I thought she would want to watch both of us compete tonight.

Chuck looks at the two of them, nodding slowly.

Chuck Matthews: She may be the only person in the building who wants to see me win.

Casey Faith: It’s never stopped me before.

Chuck smiles...an uncharacteristically genuine smile. He bows his head slightly, as though humbled by Casey’s support. And, perhaps to her surprise, he says nothing.

Adrien Cochrane: Chuck here has been the mastermind behind all of the chaos you’ve seen here, Casey.

Chuck shrugs.

Chuck Matthews: I won’t pretend I’ve been some knight in shining armor...but I’ve done what was necessary. I don’t claim to be the hero of this story.

Chuck pauses. Then, as an afterthought:

Chuck Matthews: Not yet, at least.

Adrien Cochrane: At least you’re honest. Jess...I mean, Casey...I’ll meet you back at the locker room in just a sec, mmk, sweetheart?

Casey nods, and walks off down the hall. Chuck watches as she disappears behind the corner. He turns his attention back to Adrien.

Chuck Matthews: So you and Jessie, hm?

Adrien Cochrane: Yessir. And I do want to assure you that I really care about her and respect her.

Chuck Matthews: Of course. You and everyone else, right?

Adrien Cochrane: I guess there’s no way to verbally convince you otherwise.

Chuck frowns, shaking his head.

Chuck Matthews: Normally, I’d have something to say about...whatever it is you two are doing. But to tell you the truth, I have a dozen better things to do than pry into her social life.

He looks at Adrien for a moment.

Chuck Matthews: I’ve got big plans for this company, Mr. Cochrane...make no mistake about that. For now? You’re not on my radar. Do what you need to do...just leave me out of it.

Adrien nods his head.

Adrien Cochrane: I appreciate the fact that you are grudgingly allowing me and your sister to continue our relationship. I really do. But you may want to reconsider your radar if you don’t think that my allegiance isn’t with Jonathan Collins and EXODUS because I have fought for and defeated forces for them both on two separate occasions already. Jessica’s brother or not, I will defend my company.

Chuck Matthews: Someday, you’re going to come to realize: I’m not the bad guy here. I’m just the man making the tough calls.

Chuck adjusts the strap of his bag over his shoulder, and begins to walk off. He pauses as he passes Adrien, as though a new thought has just entered his mind.

Chuck Matthews: But you already knew that...you ARE dating a Matthews, after all..

He smiles to himself, and walks off. Adrien Cochrane watches him walk away.

Adrien Cochrane: Say what you want, the only thing you and Jessica have in common is a last name and a little DNA. You can try these minds games on everyone else, but it’s not going to work on me.

Adrien nods his head, smiles, then heads back to his locker room to warm up for his match with his girlfriend, and we go straight to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane is in quite a bind, isn't he?

Seth Ericson: At least she's better than Adrianna Rivers.

Dick Morosi: I'd take her over everyone but Brett Sands...and then it's a tossup. Regardless, we've got a match next! Johnny Cannon is up, and he's meeting one half of the former (R)Evolution Tag Team Champions, Duke Togo from Rush Hour...NEXT!

NORMAL MATCH
JOHNNY CANNON vs. DUKE TOGO

The RIMAC sound system starts up with the legendary theme of "Kaze-wa Mirai-nu Fuku." You see Togo coming out with his red sleeveless robe. He stands at the entrance and looks towards the audience, soaking it all in.

aoi sora no shita de
kaze wa mirai ni fuku
taiyou no hizashi wo
dakishimeru you ni

He slowly moves towards the ring, catching any hands left out for him. As he gets to the ring, he moves to the stairs and breathes in a bit.

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Tomigusuku, Japan...DUKE TOGO!

tada nagasareru dake
ashiato dake wo nokoshite
hoho wo naderu kuuki to nekorobu kusa ga areba
hoka ni nanimo iranai
michitarita egao de

He pulls himself up and vaults himself in the ring. He nods over to the referee and slowly takes his robe off, tossing it off to the ringside help.

Suddenly, the entrance tunnel is fixed with a bright purple spotlight, while the arena lights dim down to a purple tone as Cinderella Man by Eminem begins to play, starting off as a low ebb of drums before rising into a vast, vociferous crescendo of noise. The fans now lay claim to their hatred, bombarding the arena with unified chants of "Johnny Sucks!" while the entrance tunnel itself becomes surrounded by a shower of sparks. The Brit's silhouette emerges behind the sparks, only backed by another daintier image.

David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring...

On demand, bursting through the shower of sparks, emerges none other than Johnny Cannon. As per usual, the cocksure, megalomaniacal grin is obvious on the face of the Englishman as he pauses on the entrance ramp, head raised high and proudfully to the sky as he peers out at the incredibly one-sided EXODUS audience. Appearing just behind him is none other than his manager, Quinn Goodrich, who edges on the crowd. Wearing purple and black wrestling trunks, with matching boots and a knee brace (on his surgically repaired left knee), the Brit appears ready for action, not because of his attire, but due to the vindictive look in his eyes, which is revealed as he removes his Versace sunglasses. They are the eyes of a cold, calculating machine. Johnny places his expensive shades in his black track jacket with numerous insignias sewn on it in purple, and begins his haughty strut to the ring as David Zinkus reads off his introduction.



David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty-five pounds and hails from London, England; He is the self proclaimed ‘Greatest Man That Ever Lived’, 'Cinderella Man' and the ‘British Mamba'; Ladies and gentlemen... this is #MrEXODUS.... Johnny! CANNON!

Cannon struts to the ring, marching with an undeniable swagger, vanity, and pretentious charm, while Goodrich continuously edges on the audience, swinging his arms up and pointing out at the sea of fans. Johnny, ignores the onslaught of hatred from the fans on either side of them, no longer caring about their opinions or beliefs. He spurts forward toward the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, before launching himself to his feet and suddenly spinning to the center of the ring in a very Shawn Michaels-esque fashion, before positioning himself carefully in the middle. He unzips his track jacket, lowering it down his hands and to the canvas below him like a male stripper, before throwing up the offensive, British, two finger salute, eliciting tremendous heat from the crowd. From there, Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside; his face drops to a more solemn expression, and his eyes flicker with hundreds of ideas playing in his mind for the match.

Cannon immediately starts the match in cheap fashion, taking off his shirt and using it as a weapon as he wraps it around the neck of Togo and begins to choke him until the referee manages to break it up. The ref threatens to disqualify Cannon, but he just tells him to shut up and goes back on the attack, using his foot to once again choke Togo, this time across the bottom rope before letting go right before the referee counts to five. Cannon lifts Togo to his feet and delivers a couple knife hand chops, staggering him back into the corner, before he rakes his face across the top rope. The ref again yells at Cannon about his consistent underhanded attacks.

Cannon whips Togo off the ropes and goes for a back elbow, but Togo ducks underneath of it and nails Cannon when he turns around with a flying forearm smash! The two men get back to their feet at the same time and when they do, Togo delivers a series of stiff right hand punches to Cannon and starts to build momentum, but Cannon puts a stop to it with a poke to the eyes. Cannon tries for another irish whip, but Togo manages to reverse it and send Cannon off the ropes before nearly taking his head off with a big boot! Duke Togo goes for a cover.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

Duke Togo whips Cannon into the corner and runs towards him, drilling him hard against the turnbuckles with a clothesline. He then climbs on the second rope and begins to hammer away on Cannon with punches as the fans count aloud with delight.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

FOUR..

FIVE..

SIX..

SEVEN..

EIGHT..

NINE..

TEN..

Togo gets down as the fans cheer and he takes a dazed Johnny Cannon down to the mat with a snap suplex! Togo goes for another cover.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!

Duke Togo mounts Cannon and the fans cheer as he begins to beat the hell out of him with his fists, to the point that the referee has to break it up! Johnny Cannon uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, but he doesn't stay there long as Duke Togo dropkicks him out of the ring! Togo quickly follows and doesn't give Cannon a second to catch his breath as he whips him hard into the ringside barricade! Togo then picks Cannon up and drops him hard on the floor with a scoop slam. Togo takes a few steps back from Cannon and lines him up as he uses the stairs to pull himself up. The fans cheer loudly as Duke Togo charges towards Cannon and goes for a spear...BUT Cannon MOVES AND Togo CRASHES INTO THE STEEL STAIRS!

Cannon crawls into the ring, leaving an Togo outside on the floor as the referee continues the count which is now at 8.

NINE..

TEN..

ELEVEN..

TWELVE..

THIRTEEN..

FOURTEEN...

FIFTEEN..

SIXTEEN..

SEVENTEEN..

EIGHTEEN..

NINETEEN..

Duke Togo somehow makes it to his feet, holding the back of his neck which he appears to have injured after that collision with the stairs. He then crawls into the ring under the bottom rope, just before the referees count gets to 20! However as soon as he is in the ring, Johnny Cannon begins is a vicious assault, targeting the back of Togos neck with stomps. He then places his feet on the back of Togos neck and stands up, putting extra pressure on it. Cannon follows that up with a knee drop to the same area of Callways neck before he picks him up and throws him with a double underhook suplex, Cannon floats over into a pin.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!

Cannon yanks Togo by the hair and pulls him up into a seated position on the mat. He then stands behind him, taunting the audience to a response of boos before running towards Togo, flipping over him and snapping his neck back with a flipping neck whip. Cannon the picks up Togo and delivers a hangmans neckbreaker before going for a cover.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!

Cannon picks Togo up and continues to target the neck by delivering a second hangmans neckbreaker. He goes for another cover.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!

A frustrated Johnny Cannon, hoping that the third time will be the charm, yanks Togo back up and goes for the third in a trifecta of neckbreakers. But this time, Togo is able spin around and quickly counter with one of his signature moves, the SUNSET! The fans cheer loudly as Togo slowly manages to make the cover.

ONE..

TWO..

...KICKOUT!

Both men slowly get to their feet and begin to trade blows with one another. Togo begins to take control until Cannon sneaks in a kick to the gut and sets Togo up for a piledriver. Togo is able to reverse it by flipping Cannon over with a backdrop. When Cannon gets up, he goes to clothesline Togo, but Togo ducks under it and nails him with an spinning wheel kick! Togo drops down for the cover.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!

With Cannon still down, Duke Togo looks to go high risk as he heads over to the corner and climbs to the top rope. Cannon manages to get up in time and stop Togo by shaking the top rope, causing Togo to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. Cannon heads up top with him and sets Togo up for a superplex. However before Cannon can deliver the move, Togo fights him off with punches and shoves him down to the mat. Togo turns around on the top rope and comes flying off with an impressive flying elbow...but again, Cannon is able to step out of the way just in time, leaving Togo to crash into the canvas. Togo stands up and is stunned, which allows Cannon to kick him in the gut and deliver a bridging fishermans suplex. The referee counts!

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!

Johnny Cannon is now extremely frustrated and decides to reach into his bag of dirty tricks. As the referee checks on Duke Togo, Cannon sneaks a "foreign object" out of his pants and waits for Togo to get back to his feet. Duke Togo slowly stands up and when he turns around, Johnny Cannon takes a swing at him and connects with the "foreign object" in his hand. The fans boo as Togo goes down and Cannon disposes of the "foreign object" before going for the pin.

ONE..

TWO.....

KICK OUT!!!

The crowd erupts with cheers as a shocked Johnny Cannon throws a fit and begins to yell at the referee about the 2 count. While the Cannon is busy screaming in the referees face, Duke Togo manages to stand back up and looks fired up as he shakes his fists and lines up Johnny Cannon who finally turns around. Right in time to avoid an incoming EXTINCTION AGENDA from Duke Togo! Togo stops himself from connecting with the referee, which allows Cannon to take advantage of the situation and lock in British Cloverleaf. The crowd boos as after a valiant effort and refusing to give up, Duke Togo has no choice but to tap out!

David Zinkus: The winner of this match, Johnny Cannon!

Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon picks up the win!

WINNER: JOHNNY CANNON

Seth Ericson: Johnny Cannon scores a huge victory in the wake of Abby Park doing the same...and now you have to wonder what those two will have in store come The Autumn Effect.

Dick Morosi: It's an I Quit Match for the two former Short Change Heroes...last year they were against one another in a triple threat, and now it's a huge one on one for pride this year! While Cannon prepares himself, let's head backstage!

Backstage, Evangelista is getting a drink from a vending machine. As she turns around she bumps into a familiar face. He seems just as surprised to see her.

Evangelista: ...Oliver.

Oliver Creed: Leanne.

Evangelista looks understandably apprehensive in the HATE member’s presence.

Oliver Creed: It’s been a long time.

Evangelista: It has. Uh… many years it’s been.

Oliver Creed: Four and a half years. You and Laurel have done well for yourselves since then.

Evangelista: I, uh, I guess we have. And you…

She starts to say something, but stumbles on her words. The former GEW World Champion raises an eyebrow.

Oliver Creed: I what?

Evangelista: You, uh... well...

She sighs.

Evangelista: Guess we‘re both very different now.

Oliver Creed: I guess I must humor you and ask the question: what that’s suppose to mean?

Evangelista: ...You used to care so much about what was right. You used to trust in God’s plan… what the hell happened?

Oliver Creed: Along with everything in the world, things change. I have changed, in this day and age God’s plan isn’t enough. His plan, this blueprint for EVERYONE one of us, is a game of chance that he’s played with all of us. GOD...doesn’t exist in my world as far as that goes. And I don’t need a lecture of what I am...especially from you...Leanne. Need I remind you of how history played out with The Asylum?

Evangelista: We thought what we were doing in The Asylum was right. And… y’know… yeah, we... f***ed that one up, but we’ve tried to make things right! We’ve learned from what we did and stopped other people making the same mistake.

Oliver blinks two times before placing a hand over the corners of his mouth and wiping downward.

Oliver Creed: That, is guilt. Something that you have carried since GEW closed it’s doors. That onus that you feel, as if you have to make up for so many of your personal sins, is a delusional and quite frankly naive excuse for your actions. Mistakes come at a price, and you still carry the albatross around your neck like so many others in this company and abroad. Your guilt is heavy, but I have no guilt.

Oliver looks into Leanne’s eyes, there was a hesitant body language that emitted from her. Oliver’s blue gaze continued to stay locked on her, before she said.

Evangelista: Who’d have thought that a few years later we’d be on opposite sides?

There was a silence, Oliver looks off into the distance nodding his head lightly.

Oliver Creed: Hm.

With that Oliver leaves that familiar face to her own devices. She watches him leave, turning back to her drink. Suddenly she’s blasted from behind, hitting the vending machine hard and falling on the ground, sliding down it as she winces in clear pain. She grasps her head, her face in a cringe. Suddenly Oliver walks back into the frame, squatting down in front of her with a calm expression.

Oliver Creed: “Opposite sides” is what you said, correct? Well...the only problem is that whether side I choose, we will ALWAYS...win. I choose to fight this war, I choose to be the greater evil. Just like how you have a choice. Never lecture me again as if I'm some BOY...! Good seeing you Leanne.

Oliver stands back up leaving his former “friend” as she watching him leave in a pained stare, and we go to commercial.

We come back from commercial, and standing in an EXODUS ring for the first time ever are Mattias Jepsen and Gunnar Stahl, along with their unwilling ring girl Anna Giovanna. The two aren't completely hated, so a few cheers smatter along the boos, but Mattias quickly grabs the microphone and paces around.

Mattias Jepsen: Quiet, American college students! I am Mattias, he is Gunnar, and we are most manly Bloodsport! And tonight, we issue challenge for Galactic Pretty Boys to face us in a sweet moves contest! We are in no mood to joke around tonight! Submission fake goddess broke my heart, and now I will tapdance over the faces of not manly pretty boys and PROVE I AM MOST MANLY MAN!

Jepsen continues to stomp around, looking furious as Gunnar takes the microphone from him and starts to try to calm his friend down as Mattias shadowboxes, throwing in a few kicks as he is clearly agitated.

Gunnar Stahl: My partner is, how do you say, heartbroken? Well, Galactic Pretty Boys, we are a little over a week away from facing you for the RW Tag Team Titles, and tonight we will not only prove we are better submission artists and wrestlers, but also...we are much better and manly when it comes to sweet moves! Now come out here so we may prove this!

The lights in the entire arena slowly fade away, streams of different colored lights beginning to swirl across the entire arena before the spotlight shines on the center stage and the ramp, as the thirty-five second mark of “Orpheus” by Noriasu Agematsu hits the PA system in full blast, revealing two men with their backs to the cameras, dancing and singing accordingly to the beginning of the music before they turn around, revealing themselves to be the Galactic Pretty Boys – cue screaming fangirls as the two begin to sing.

Sing your song hanaretete mo wakaru yo
Hear my wind tsunagatteiru sora wa hitotsu…
kagirinai Brand-new sky bokura wa hitori ja nai kara
haruka na kimi no RABU SONGU habataite
shinjiyou Shiny days futari no zettaiteki na "Ai no Heart chain"…

At this point, the two of them are near the apron and with a nod, they begin to sing the chorus to their heart’s content as they take on a run, leaping from the floor onto the second rope in an impressive display of athleticism to the crowd watching…

We'll have an innocent dream. Feel me, touch me.
kono kodou ga mirai dakara sou, yoake wo matsu sekai e...
hibike Orpheus heart!!!

They springboard from the second rope to the inside of the ring, before taking center stage as the spotlight shines on them, finishing off their dance with a pose where Sugata has his right hand raised in the air triumphantly while Takuto is split-legged in front of him, posing with a sheepish smile on his face as the girls scream along with a few bits of heckling. The two break their pose and make their way to the center of the ring to confront both Jepsen and Stahl, taking the belts off their waist and holding them up in front of Bloodsport. Mattias looks set to kick them, but Gunnar stops it as he takes the microphone.

Gunnar Stahl: Okay, okay, we will go first! We will, as they say, set the stage so you will be impressed by our sweet moves! Hit our song of choice for this!

Immediately, "The Fox (What Does the Fox Say?)" by Ylvis starts to play, and not only does the crowd boo the song of choice, but they start booing as not only does the duo known as Bloodsport not dance, they begin doing practice martial arts like moves in rhythm to the music instead, not getting why people are booing their "sweet moves" which are so far from dancing, it's ridiculous. Midway through their routine, the music stops as the crowd boos, Mattias and Gunnar looking out at the crowd confused as Anna hands Gunnar the microphone.

Gunnar Stahl: WHY DO YOU BOO?! WE ARE SHOWING SWEET MOVES! WE HAVE THE MOST PERFECT MARTIAL ARTS FORM IN ALL OF THE COMPANY!!

The crowd boos, everyone jeering as Mattias and Gunnar fume and pout before the Pretty Boys take to the center of the ring. The lights dim...AND THEN SUDDENLY "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" by The Backstreet Boys starts to play, the Galactic Pretty Boys nailing their routine flawlessly...AND THEN THEY ARE SUDDENLY GREETED BY BACK UP DANCERS! The whole RIMAC is cheering and clapping along, and Stahl watches in small awe as Jepsen sits on a turnbuckle, arms folded and pouting like an angry child. The crowd is so into the dance routine....AND SUDDENLY IT IS BROKEN UP WHEN ONE OF THE DANCERS LOW BLOWS HOTARU! The lights come back on and the perpetrator continues to watch as Jepsen and Stahl start to make a move to attack both of the RW Tag Team Champions, kicking at them. Without hesitation, Jepsen goes to lock Shindo in his Shivan Dragon Attack, all while Stahl hits Hotaru with Stahling Time before putting the other half of the Tag Team Champions in the Gunnar Hook, all while the blonde who created the distraction (aka NOT ANNA) reaches under the ring and pulls out a gigantic card like an MMA fight round card, carrying it around the ring as it reads "#BLOODSPORT". The fans boo the events that transpire as referees finally start to get Jepsen and Stahl off of The Galactic Pretty Boys as they both raise their hands in anger and self-proclaimed victory before Stahl takes the microphone.

Gunnar Stahl: You boo our sweet moves...but our sweet moves just make Pretty Boys look like pansies! And next Saturday at the Autumn Effect pre-show...our sweet moves make Pretty Boys ex-champions.

The angry Icelander drops the mic, leaving the ring with Mattias and the other blonde, Anna following them as she tries to find out just what the hell got into her two good-natured friends.

Dick Morosi: I've been watching Bloodsport since their arrival in EXODUS, and this is the angriest and most aggressive I've ever seen them. What the hell happened to the two nice boys from Europe?

Seth Ericson: Well Dick, if you've been following Twitter, it's no secret that Mattias Jepsen has been making puppy dog eyes at Venus since his arrival in (R)Evolution. Now that Christian Kane has shown interest in her, Mattias was pretty much pushed aside for Venus taking the upgrade. I can't imagine that's done much for the boy's psyche or even-tempered demeanor. The Pretty Boys paid for his broken heart, and they may pay with their titles next weekend as we march toward The Autumn Effect!

Dick Morosi: Revenge seems to be a gigantic factor in a lot of things, including this upcoming six-man tag! Fiona Collins teams up with Carey Dean and Shinji Uchikawa to face Daisuke Iwakuma, Cassidy Carter, and Celeste Mallory...next!

SIX-PERSON TAG MATCH
FIONA COLLINS (HEC Women’s Champion), CAREY DEAN, & SHINJI UCHIKAWA vs. DAISUKE IWAKUMA, CASSIDY CARTER, & CELESTE MALLORY

The house lights go dark as "Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me the Horizon begins to blare through the speaker system. The lights remain dark for the first part of the intro, then white strobes flash to the beat as the intro repeats. The intro ends with a scream as a single spotlight illuminates the curtain as Cassidy Carter steps through, along with Celeste Mallory.

David Zinkus: The following is a six-person tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing the Sisters of Sin...they are the team of Cassidy Carter and Celeste Mallory!

Her face shows no emotion as she pauses in front of the curtain before walking down the aisle. She doesn't acknowledge the fans as she passes, even as they reach out for her. She walks coldly to the ring, quickly climbing the stairs and ducking under the ropes. She moves to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle as the spotlight fades out and she is illuminated by white strobes again. She looks over the crowd with icy indifference before jumping down, just waiting for the match to start alongside her "sister," as they wait for their partner.

Dick Morosi: Cassidy Carter has made the most of this opportunity, Seth. She's called out Fiona Collins, who personally paid a visit to (R)Evolution Wrestling to respond to Cassidy's taunts, and she's engaged in a war of words with Carey Dean, who seems to have some new life thanks to what happened with him and the War Machines earlier.

Seth Ericson: Well, here's hoping she can get along with her partner...

The lights dim in the arena as the sound of synthesizers and drums begin to reverb throughout the arena, all before smoke fills the entrance of the ramp.



Stepping out from the back, flanked by Audrey Lloris, is Daisuke Iwakuma! Slowly looking around with disdain and disgust for the crowd, he smirks almost malevolently, slowly making his way down to the ringside area.

David Zinkus: And their partner...from Kôtô, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 234 pounds...accompanied by Audrey Lloris, he is The Perfect Evil, DAISUKE IWAAAAAAAAAKUUUUUUMAAAA!



Iwakuma slowly follows Audrey up the ring steps, who walks to the apron and holds the ropes to let him in. After all that, he drops to his knees and holds his hands in a praying position before nodding as he stands back up and climbs to one turnbuckle, outstretching his arms as if he was seeking strength from the heavens above. Stepping down and having Audrey remove his jacket, he smirks as he looks out, waiting for the match to begin.

Dick Morosi: This is going to get real interesting, because these three people have a very common bond. It's time to see what they're made of.

Seth Ericson: Bring on The Sentinel!

The lights in the arena dim once the opening acoustic strums of "Waiting On a War" by 36 Crazyfists starts...



The lights go bright as soon as the heavy riff starts, Shinji Uchikawa stepping out from the back! As soon as the drums reach a steady beat, Uchikawa pumps his fist and starts making his way down the ramp, accompanied by his friend and manager, Tom Higashikata.

David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from Hiroshima, Japan, weighing in at 221 pounds...he is UCHIKAWAAAAA....SHINJIIIIIIII!!!!



As the chorus kicks in, Shinji reaches the bottom of the ramp, having spent time slapping the hands of a few fans the whole time. Looking up at the ring to size up what's ahead of him, Uchikawa nods and hops up onto the apron, stepping into the ring before hopping up on the turnbuckles, raising his hands up to salute the crowd and get them behind him. The opposite trio looks to attack him, but referee Katie Hanneman makes a point to send them back to their corner. Suddenly over the PA System...

"People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the f***ing lot."

And as soon as the quote finishes, a new song starts with a heavy guitar and beat, and the crowd turns toward the entrance at the sound of "Breaking Skin" by Nonpoint!

I NEED MORE THAN JUST BLOOD AND AIR TO SURVIVE!
THERE'S A HOLE SO DEEP AND COLD, IT WILL NEVER SEE
THE LIGHT OF DAY!
UNTIL YOU...FEEL THE SKIN...BREAK!

And as soon as the chorus starts, the crowd erupts as the standing figure at the entrance way is Carey Dean! With a bandana over his face from the nose down, hood over his head from his sleeveless hoodie, wearing his War Machines t-shirt given to him by the original group. At his side is Cailey Carter, holding a microphone for him as the two slowly start walking down to the ring, his eyes cold and focused on the ring in front of him before he takes the microphone from Cailey, pulling the bandana down from his face.

Carey Dean: EXODUS Pro, my name is Carey Dean. Over the past couple of months, they've given me a lot of names in (R)Evolution Wrestling. They've called me The Son of Disaster. They've called me the Black Sheep of the family. Now they're calling me the Next Gen War Machine...but those three chuckleheads in the ring are about a few seconds from calling me Daddy, because I'm going to rip them a new one as soon as that bell rings!

The crowd cheers as Carey slowly steps up the ring stairs to come stand next a focused Shinji, making sure to pound fists with Tom before he gets in the ring.

Carey Dean: Now I don't know if you were born stupid, Cassidy, or if it's a skill you've carefully cultivated over the past few months of your life, but you've made a point to threaten a former Triple Crown champion and call me out for a fight in the past couple of weeks on Twitter. Now it's all fine and dandy that you wanna make a name for yourself, but I'm gonna make it real clear to you, Cassidy...I'm going to hurt you. I'll hurt you tonight, I'll hurt you if they get us in a ring at The Autumn Effect 2, and I'm going to hurt you for everything you've done to manipulate your sister! I told you before, and I'm telling you flat out again. All three of you, tonight? You can expect...to get wrecked! Now bring on our partner!

The lights in the arena start to dim, and the crowd begins to stir as the opening riffs of "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive begin to play!



As the chorus begins, standing at the entrance way, Fiona Collins starts to look out at the crowd in her gear and a black hoodie with her Shinigami logo on it. Nodding her head to the beat, she finally gives a small grin as she runs to one side of the stage to look at her fans before jogging to the other side to look out for them and salute. Finally, getting back to the center of the stage, she starts crouching down, hood still over her head all as the song plays.



As that second verse plays, Fiona starts to make her way to the ring, an intense look on her face. Glancing at a young fan, she nods and touches foreheads with them as she pulls off a glow necklace from her neck and gives it to the fan. As the chorus repeats, she flips off the hood and hops up onto the apron. Once she looks out and surveys the crowd, she turns to face the ring before springboarding over the top rope, flipping over it and landing down on her knee, hand touching the mat as if she landed like a superhero! Quickly heading to a corner, she climbs up and once again holds up one finger to the air to get the crowd into everything. Looking back at the people in the ring, Fiona starts to remove her hoodie and look ready as she mentally prepares herself for the match...but she gets no time, because Iwakuma, Mallory, and Carter come in to attack! The trio come after to attack Fiona and the students trained by Jonathan Collins, leaving a huge brawl to start, no bell having been rung. All six people continue to fight, Fiona against Cassidy, Dean against Mallory, and Shinji against Iwakuma while things escalate. As Katie Hanneman tries to separate Carter and Fiona after it seems Cassidy is trying to choke the former World Champion, Audrey reveals that still in the possession of Daisuke is the baton that belongs to Andreas Lasiewicz!

Dick Morosi: ARE YOU SERIOUS?! He's going to use it?!

Without hesitation, Daisuke grabs it and swings for Shinji's knee, taking him down. The referee finally turns around, sees Shinji clutching his knee, and she holds everyone away from Shinji, Katie calling for medics who quickly rush down with a stretcher to help Uchikawa. The medics load him up and start wheeling him to the back, Tom starting to look concerned for his friend, Carey looking at Tom and telling him to go if he wants to look after Shinji, because Cailey is here.

Seth Ericson: I don't know if I like what Carey and Fiona are thinking, Dick...

Dick Morosi: I'm almost positive those two are legitimately telling Katie Hanneman they're going to go at this with the disadvantage!

The two nod at one another, looking intensely at the trio of Daisuke, Cassidy, and Celeste, Katie calling for the bell. Carey insists to start the match, waiting for Cassidy to take him up on the offer to meet him first, only for her to tag in Celeste, making Carey start the match against her. Carey chuckles as he instantly comes in, starting to pelt Celeste with lefts and rights, all before she whips him to the ropes. She tries to clothesline him on the rebound, but he ducks under and hits the ropes again, coming back forward and leaping up with a huge Thesz press to start pounding his fists into her face, all before the referee breaks it up after only getting to four on the customary five count. Carey backs up from her, starting to pace around before he comes back and starts to attack her again, pulling her up and bringing Celeste to his corner to tag in Fiona. The two tag as Carey whips her to the ropes, Carey hitting the floor as Fiona leaps up and nails the prettiest dropkick in EXODUS that isn't Adrien Cochrane's! Fiona kips up and throws Celeste into her team's corner, forcing her to tag in Cassidy Carter, who leaves Fiona smirking, gesturing to come get her some. Cassidy charges in and Fiona hits a drop toehold on the member of the SOS as she looks to pick up Cassidy and whip her to the corner, before Cassidy whips it and comes in with a quick backflip kick to Fiona's gut. Cassidy quickly rolls Fi out of the corner, tagging in Celeste again, who leaps in and hits a huge flip splash on the fallen Fiona. She picks up Fiona and whips her to the ropes, nailing a standing dropkick of her own, clearly focused on taking her out as well. She backs up to the ropes and bounces off to hit Fiona with a running leg drop, but a blind tag from Daisuke brings him in and nets him a few dirty looks from Cassidy and Celeste.

Dick Morosi: They may have earned the advantage from taking out Shinji Uchikawa, but it seems like the three of them can't manage to get on the same page.

Seth Ericson: Well they better, because if there's one thing I know, Daisuke Iwakuma is the last person on earth I'd want to be on the bad side of.

Daisuke goes to pick up Fiona, lifting her up and dropping her with a jawbreaker, quickly nailing a diving elbow. Daisuke gets back to his feet and smirks as he grabs her and hits a STO. Daisuke gets to his feet and extends his arms to soak in the jeers and hatred from the fans before Cassidy tags herself back into the match, earning Daisuke's ire. Before he can react to Cassidy's move, Katie Hanneman urges him back to his corner as Cassidy picks up Fiona, getting her set to hit The Fall From Grace! Cassidy makes the cover!

ONE!











TWO!


















CAREY MAKES THE SAVE BEFORE THREE!

The referee starts to admonish Dean for interfering, but Carey starts yelling, Cassidy and Celeste beginning to attack Fiona, who tries to fight back from the two RW students. Fiona manages to push one off, but Daisuke invites himself to the party, slingshotting in with a clothesline before rolling out and allowing Cassidy to resume her work, getting Fiona in a side headlock. She wrenches the hold, starting to try to cut off the blood supply to Fiona's brain as Fiona tries to move herself to get into a place to either force her to break the hold or with much more relief, all while Carey stands in his corner, slapping the turnbuckle to get the crowd behind his partner. Cassidy quickly tries to reach for Fiona's arm, starting to attempt to transition into the Fabulock, but Fiona manages to get to the ropes to break it. Cassidy breaks her hold on Fiona at four, reminding the referee she has five seconds. She quickly hits Fiona along the back, smirking at her work so far. She starts to try to choke the Triple Crown winner with the top rope, and as Fiona struggles, she manages to elbow Cassidy, who is surprised to see Fiona roll to her corner and leap, tagging in Carey Dean! Carey comes in as a house of fire, and noticing the concern, Daisuke motions for something at the entrance, the arrival of "The Imperfect Evil" Eve now imminent. She slowly starts making her way down, emotionless face set on the ring.

Dick Morosi: It's bad enough Fiona and Carey are without Shinji Uchikawa, but this is about to get worse.

Seth Ericson: And you have to think Eve can't be happy Carey Dean stopped her from clawing the face off the Masked Salaryman earlier.

Eve looks at Daisuke, who is already ordering her to attack Fiona and help make this a 1-on-3 affair, but Eve just remains there as he screams, Carey doing his best trying to now fight off a double team attack from both Cassidy and Celeste...AND SHE SIMPLY GOES TO STAND IN THE CORNER WITH FIONA, STRETCHING HER ARM OUT TO BEG CAREY TO TAG HER IN!

Dick Morosi: Has Eve betrayed HATE?!

Seth Ericson: I DO NOT LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING!

Eve glances at Fiona briefly, screaming for Carey to make the tag when she turns her head back toward the ring, watching Carey get nailed with a Pretty Little Kiss from Celeste, all before she goes to tag Cassidy back in, who seems to have left momentarily to bring a chair into the ring! Daisuke goes to Katie Hanneman, arguing that Eve shouldn't be allowed to team with Fiona and Carey, all while Cassidy starts to measure Carey to be hit with a chair...ONLY FOR SOMEONE TO STOP HER! CAILEY CARTER HAS STOPPED HER SISTER! She's yelling at Cailey, screaming at her for "betraying her" for not allowing her to harm Carey! The two sisters are yelling, and Cailey is holding her own, standing up to Cassidy for her actions. Cassidy starts yelling at her sister...ONLY FOR CAILEY TO SLAP HER! Cassidy seems stunned and slaps her sister back even more forcibly, knocking her off the apron, only for her to turn around to see Carey charge at her, spearing Cassidy out of the ring, all as he tries to attack her for harming Cailey. Carey has completely lost it to his rage, attacking her and pummeling Cassidy as it's now Eve who comes in, taking out Celeste, her daring Daisuke to meet her in the ring! The whole thing has broken down to a brawl, every person fighting as Carey starts to throw Cassidy back into the ring! Fiona has finally thrown Daisuke out of the ring all before she leaps over the ropes, nailing a gigantic corkscrew plancha to wipe him out! Eve has gone on to attack Celeste still outside of the ring, all as Carey starts pacing around the ring to wait for Cassidy to get up as he starts slamming his fists into his head, screaming in rage and almost pulling out his hair as he waits for Cassidy to get up....AND HE NAILS HER WITH A STRUCK A NERVE! Carey quickly lifts her up into a fireman's carry, looking for In Bl--SHE FLOATS OVER AND ROLLS HIM UP, HOLDING A HANDFUL OF JEANS!

ONE!


















TWO!







































THREE! "Can You Feel My Heart?" starts to play and Cassidy Carter has STOLEN a win for her team!

WINNERS: DAISUKE IWAKUMA, CASSIDY CARTER, & CELESTE MALLORY

The brawl continues after this six-person tag, Carey and Cassidy brawling up the ramp, with Eve and Celeste having fought into the audience of the RIMAC, Daisuke still fuming over it. Daisuke and Fiona continue to brawl, him trying to hit Fiona with the baton of Andreas Lasiewicz, all until JONATHAN COLLINS runs down to stand by his wife, starting to pull Daisuke off of her, Jonathan extending his arm to go for the ZERO Hour, but Iwakuma starts to back off, Audrey at his side as he looks on, pacing as he starts reaching for a microphone.

Jonathan Collins: Boy. Boy, oh boy, oh boy...have you really managed to irritate the crap out of me, Iwakuma.

The crowd erupts as Jonathan looks irate, approaching the ropes to get closer to Daisuke.

Jonathan Collins: We got fourteen days left, you and me. And both of us have been talking like we know what this is. And we’re both talking like we know this is the end. And I’m not going to give you some line about boxing with God, because this is what it is. I’m not afraid to die, Daisuke, because I’ve dodged that literal and proverbial bullet for the better part of the last eighteen years! Lance Sterling! Chris Davison! Alexander Haven! Seraph! Tony Millennia, god rest his soul! ANDREW GODDAMN ASHTON! FOR EIGHTEEN YEARS, I’VE HAD A MILE LONG LIST OF PEOPLE WHO SAID THEY WERE GONNA KILL ME AND PUT ME DOWN FOR GOOD, AND YOU ARE NOT AS GOOD OR AS VILE AS ANY OF THEM, IWAKUMA! You are trying to kill an entity that cannot die! You are trying to kill an idea, and there is nothing more impossible to kill than an idea.

The crowd erupts as Jonathan continues to pace, the RIMAC crowd that is pro-Sekigun chanting “ALL WILL BE WELL!” along with the corresponding rhythmic claps that go with it.

Jonathan Collins: So here’s the deal, Daisuke. Two weeks. You wanna kill me? Well you better be prepared to go full tilt. You’re going to have to go all the way. You and me in a little bit of a match I’ve been thinking of called a Funeral Procession match. See, I thought a casket match wasn’t literal enough. So I decided to add a hearse to the mixture. If you want to beat me, you’re going to have to lock me in a casket, wheel me up the aisle to a hearse, and drive my ass out of the RIMAC dead and gone. If I’m gonna beat you, I’m gonna have to do the same thing. The fact is real simple, Daisuke...we’re going to test your resolve and the courage of your convictions. In short, I’m gonna give you the bullets and the gun...so you better make your shot count.

With that, the crowd’s opinion seems to divide as someone has appeared on the stage, Daisuke still at the foot of the ramp. Andreas Lasiewicz has made his presence known, and Daisuke simply smirks, taking a bow to his opponent for The Autumn Effect, marching up the ramp with Audrey Lloris. Looking at Andreas for an intense moment, Daisuke simply mouths the words “Thank you, m’lord,” before dropping the baton in the injured man’s lap, chuckling as he walks off, leaving the two former friends and Godfathers to their devices. The Morning Star stares at the baton for a moment, turning his head then to the exiting Daisuke. He picks up the baton and gazes upon it like a long lost friend, before raising a microphone and glaring at his former brother in arms.

Andreas Lasiewicz: It would have been the utmost pleasure to have been the one to strike you down with this, Jonathan. God, have I waited so, so long to do so. Ever since you abandoned me, stabbed me in the back and left me as wounded prey for the vultures to feast upon… God did I want to pummel you with this very weapon. But alas, on that fateful night that, once again, you promised ‘all would be well’... All was… as a Lasiewicz struck you down with this very weapon. Seems dreams do come true after all.

The Morning Star laughs as he finishes his sentence. He twirls the baton in his right hand, his death stare never leaving Collins.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Maybe it was fate, maybe it was coincidence, but this very weapon, the symbol of the Turks being the one to cast you down was ever so fitting, don’t you think? How did it feel, Jon? How did it feel to have the cards turned against you? When you went all in, all of your chips on the line. Your heart must have been racing, you were so, so sure of victory. Against all the odds, against all logical thought the ‘Last Scion of Hope’ was going to vanquish his foes and all of EXODUS would rejoice… But you should have known better, Jon… After all we have been through, you should have known, a little voice crying out in the back of your mind was telling you, pleading with you to simply… Stop!

Lasiewicz pauses as he glares at the ring.

Andreas Lasiewicz: The house always wins, and this has not been your house for a very long time. Since the rebirth of the Sekigun, it has slowly slipped out of your control. And it is the Sekigun that is at fault for all this. Because the original Sekigun followed your advice instead of mine, Magnus Gunner was allowed to go free. I said kill em all, I said it on many an occasion. But you gave mercy, mercy to a man that didn’t deserve it. You kept myself and Sally away from the main battle, when we could have ended it before it even began. And thus Gunner became Furor… And the rest then falls into place.

He points the baton at the Saint of Violence, a malicious tone to his deep, Eastern European accent.

Andreas Lasiewicz: The Sekigun’s actions, fuelled by your words, left me for dead. The Sekigun’s actions, fuelled by your selfishness, turned Sally against you. The Sekigun’s actions, fuelled by their idiocy, has pulled more and more people into this war. Every single
time a new foe appears to take down EXODUS as a whole, it is because of a Sekigun member’s actions. You allowed Furor to live, you gave him the perfect opportunity to manipulate Sally. This allowed him to bring yet more followers to his cause, Taylor, Kira, the list continues. The problems you’ve had in Revo has stemmed from this, the evil that is brewing there caused by your inability, in the Sekigun’s inability to manage this war. Their inability to finish the damn job. EXODUS has become weak, it has become a carcass of what it once was.

Lasiewicz glares out now into the crowd, his eye catching something, but the cameras can’t quite pick it up.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Take my sister for example. I placed her in a safe haven many moons ago, trying to help her overcome her heartbreak after she was tricked by your new ‘WEAPON’... She fell into madness after the taunts and abuse she received from the supposedly reformed Christian Kane, and after what you allowed to happen to me, the ONE man who could have ended it all… I couldn’t stop her coming back. And what did Strike do? Rather than simply man up and say no… He put a ring on her finger. Her breakdown is complete now, all thanks to the Sekigun’s actions. And tonight, before you all, she may unravel and destroy your last hope in this war.

He breathes in deep, his eyes closing for the merest of moments.

Andreas Lasiewicz: It could have been so different. If only you listened to me, if only you allowed the Sekigun to support me. If only you had allowed me to finish the job against Furor. I beat him, Jon. I beat him clean. I didn’t need to resort to that ‘darkside’ that you always worried about. I simply beat him. Could you? Could Lenton? Could Kane, Wulf, or any of the rest of your cronies? Could you, Fiona? Could poor little Darrin Stearns? The answer is no… It was always going to be a no, Collins. I have beaten Furor in every match I have had with him. And yet you wanted someone else to… You wanted someone else to end the war. You wanted it to be glorious, you wanted it to be something to celebrate.

The baton is once again pointed right at him.

Andreas Lasiewicz: WAR IS NOTHING TO CELEBRATE, JON! It’s not glorious, it not something to celebrate. It is cold, it is ruthless and people DIE! And people will die, the Sekigun will die, Gods & Monsters will die, HATE will die… EXODUS will die… The walls are closing in. A few spotlights, if you please…

Andreas motions to the back, as the lights in the arena slowly dim, and several spotlights begin to shine out, blitzing their way around the RIMAC. They all suddenly stop, all of them focused on security guards around the arena. But these are not the usual EXODUS security, these are the black clad ones that have been spotted backstage over the past few weeks.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Look, Jon… They’re here. Not hiding in the back, not sneaking around but right here, in the crowd, in plain sight. Soon enough, they will be in that very ring. They are spreading like a virus… and the one cure you had, the one dose of chemotherapy that could have ridden EXODUS of this cancer… You neutralised. Now everything you are doing, sending Strike off, setting up Fiona versus Sally, FINALLY mustering up the courage to face Daisuke… It’s all just too little… too LATE!

Jonathan looks at Las, sighing as he takes a deep breath and seems ready to talk again.

Jonathan Collins: You know, I really don’t want to dignify your ranting with a response, because I’m starting to feel these monologues are rather one-trick pony. It’s always an angry rant about how we let you down, Andreas. I don’t know how to tell you this, but EXODUS isn’t you, and you are not EXODUS. This company has nothing to do with yo--

Jonathan is suddenly surprised with a tap on the shoulder, the smiling face of his wife asking for the microphone. Fiona takes the microphone she is handed in one hand while the other reaches up, lovingly touching the cheek of her husband with a slight nod.

Fiona Collins: Step aside please, my love. I have some things I need to say to Andreas.

Jonathan raises an eyebrow, looking at Fiona who seems pretty dead set on saying what she needs to say. With that, Jonathan concedes to Fiona, taking a step back to allow her the platform to speak.

Fiona Collins: Hey there, Las. How are you? You doing alright? You need anything, a soda or a snack or something? No? You good? Okay then. Let me just remind you of who I am: Fiona Collins. You know, the same girl you almost killed during that big Honor Cup match? Yeah. That one. I’m here right now, on behalf of everyone here in the RIMAC and all those others tuning in at home, to ask in the nicest way possible…...OH MY GOD, WHO THE HELL CARES?!

Fiona stares at Andreas waiting at the ramp exasperatedly while the crowd begins to cheer and yell in agreement while those few sided with G&M boo her loudly. Meanwhile, Jonathan looks at her, turning his head almost surprised as he raises an eyebrow, stunned at this sudden turn from Fiona.

Fiona Collins: Seriously, you’re starting to sound like a broken record. It’s like, every two weeks you come out here or throw a tantrum in the back yelling and screaming about what you think we are or how we’re all destined to fail miserably. God, you’re like Statler and Waldorf, except they were actually hilarious and had a balcony. You just sound like a bitter old man or a sad panda with pleasant looking sideburns. Please don’t hurt me for that one, Meta.

The crowd erupts into laughter, Fiona covering her mouth, feigning innocence from what she just said. Andreas simply glares at her.

Fiona Collins: In all seriousness though, your ego is why we’re standing here ready to fight while you continued ranting and raving about how EXODUS will fall. Your ego is why you stood alone and why you’re still alone in this fight. You’re much too proud to accept any help from Jonathan or me or the countless others who would have fought alongside you when it came. Your arrogance is why you’re too blinded to consider anyone of the Seikigun your equal to help in this war!!

Fiona is glaring now as she grips the microphone, pacing in the ring before she steps forward to lean on the ropes and stare Andreas down. The crowd now is starting to largely get behind Fiona, a mixture of a hushed surprise and stunned shock seemingly the reaction that she would stand up to Andreas Lasiewicz.

Fiona Collins: We stand here now down one person. One person who could have helped finish this much sooner than it has gone one now if he would have just swallowed down his damn pride and realized that it wasn’t just about the petty desires of others but about EXODUS. But your pride is still blinding you even now. You’re too incapable of seeing that people have pushed aside those petty differences to side and stand beside one another. Look at Strike and Kane, for God’s sakes! They were two men who couldn’t stand the sight of each other, who were warring at each other’s throats just a year ago but now, they’re standing together to defend EXODUS. Darrin Stearns couldn’t even stand on the sidelines anymore. He LITERALLY GAVE HIS BODY to defend his friends and family in this company. The man lost everything in this war!! He lost his wife, he lost the ability to walk right forever. He gave it all for what this place means to him and for the man that he loves and who he calls a brother because EXODUS is his home and he loves what it has given him and the bonds that he’s made here. He BLEEDS for this company!! However, the only person who couldn’t give so unselfishly like that is the man who stands back and calls the rest of them self--

At that moment we hear Andreas’ voice break over hers.

Andreas Lasiewicz: And not ONE person needed to forge new alliances, not ONE more person needed to BLEED if you had only gone and list--

Fiona raises a hand, effectively cutting off Andreas in the middle of his sentence with her eyes glaring daggers at the man.

Fiona Collins: Nope. You’ve had three long and tiring months to speak and I wasn’t even close to being finished. DON’T INTERRUPT ME AGAIN.

The crowd seems silent now, almost stunned that Fiona hasn’t just stood up to Lasiewicz, but had the courage to force him silent by calling him out with authority and a lack of fear standing up to a man that had been allowed the reign of free speech since his return at Ascendancy. Even Jonathan seems surprised, turning his head and raising both eyebrows in surprise as shrugs and continues to let her speak.

Fiona Collins: Despite your attempts to bury all of us from the outside, we’re still here, Andreas. We’re still still standing just as tall as we were before. And tonight, we’re still going to stand. Then at Autumn Effect, we will STILL BE STANDING AND BE UNITED. EXODUS is going to see the end of a New Age that night. You want to know why? Because Strike is going to live to fight Furor and finally defeat him and his reign of terror and I am going to make sure I remind Sally Talfourd who the hell Fiona Collins really is. And if you don’t like it….well, then maybe this won’t be a country for bitter, old men. I’ve said everything I needed to say though because even I know that in two weeks time, words won’t matter anymore. It’s time for action so you should watch in two weeks because that’s the night myself and the Seikigun do what you as a Turk couldn’t….and that’s complete the mission.

Fiona drops the microphone now as the crowd erupts into a frenzy. She remains staring at Andreas, a calculated smirk curving her lips before she faces the crowd and raises her arm in the air. Andreas lifts his microphone, a look of pure disdain and hatred boiling within him, but as he goes to speak, he pauses. He looks out into the rabid crowd, frantically cheering on Fiona and the Sekigun. He then looks at the mysterious security force, then back to the ring. In a surprising movement, he simply drops the microphone and begins wheeling his way to the back as we cut to commercial.

Dick Morosi: Up next, The Masked Salaryman continues his battles with HATE - in the form of Daisuke Iwakuma’s (R)evolution Wrestling disciple, Eve.

Seth Ericson: It’s been a pretty easy ride for the Salaryman thus far. Marty Connor threw everything he had at the masked man, and Salaryman showed his JAPANESE FIGHTING SPIRIT to survive being dropped on his head and hitting that devastating S5 of his. It seems to have gotten Daisuke Iwakuma’s attention, because this week, he’s got to deal with Eve, one on one.

Dick Morosi: That woman’s a sadist, Seth - not surprising considering she’s one of Daisuke Iwakuma’s disciples. I don’t know if she’s here to try and defeat the Salaryman, or just injure him - something she’s most certainly capable of.

Seth Ericson: It all adds up to an interesting test for our Salaryman, so let’s go up to David Zinkus and see how it all shakes out!

NORMAL MATCH
THE MASKED SALARYMAN vs. EVE

David Zinkus: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

As the opening line of "The Happy Song" comes over the loudspeakers, the fans begin to boo, already knowing who is about to appear. As Marko Saaresto begins to insist "Really I'm a psycho" and the song kicks into full gear, Eve appears on top of the ramp wearing a pair of headphones, seemingly unaware of everything around her.

David Zinkus: Coming down the ramp, hailing from Ellum, she is the ImPerfect Evil, she is EVE!

She begins down the ramp, walking slowly, continuing to pay no attention to the fans heavily booing her, until she reaches the ring. She pulls herself onto the apron and enters the ring, moving to stand in one of the corners and reaching up to pull the headphones off, suddenly aware of everything, especially across the ring from here where her opponent will be.

Dick Morosi: I wonder what’’s playing in those headphones of hers.

Seth Ericson: “MAIM THE SALARYMAN” on a ten hour loop, maybe?

David Zinkus: And, her opponent!

The enka stylings of “Ore no Wasuremono – Kazenban-” begin to fill the arena's sound system, as spotlights begin to pan the arena. One of them finally finds the Masked Salaryman standing, high up in the stands, striking a heroic pose in his cape. His right hand clutches an attache case, raised triumphantly over his head.

David Zinkus: On his way to the ring at this time, hailing from San Diego, JAPAN --

Dick Morosi: That’s...not an actual place, is it?

David Zinkus: He stands six foot four, and weighs two hundred and eighty six pounds! This is the MASKED SALARYMAN!

As the Salaryman makes his way down the stairs towards the ring, he slaps hands with the crowd on either side of the aisleway. Coming to the barricade, he leaps over it with surprising agility before diving in the ring under the bottom rope.

Seth Ericson: I don’t know if we can get a shot of this, folks, but there’s a group of suit wearing older gentlemen in the second and third rows going INSANE right now.

As the camera pans over to them, they let out an even louder cheer, and attempt to get a “KA! RA! O! KE!” chant going, to little avail.

Dick Morosi: I’ve seen everything now...

After another heroic pose, he removes his cape and places the attache on the ring apron, ready for the match.

Seth Ericson: Here we go, folks! Let’s see how this one shakes out!

*DING DING DING!*

Dick Morosi: This is our first time getting a proper look at a lot of the (R)evolution Wrestling talents, folks, so bear with us if we need to consult some of our notes on the ImPerfect Evil.

Eve charges the Salaryman at the bell. The big man plucks her as she charges, looking for a Bossman slam, but Eve deftly hooks his head in the process, whirling around to PLANT the Masked Salaryman with a vicious swinging DDT!

Seth Ericson: WHOA!

Dick Morosi: She got ALL of that! Salaryman got SPIKED, head-first to the canvas.

Only now does Eve even begin to crack something resembling a smirk. There’s no cover, though, as she carefully measures the downed Salaryman, throwing a series of kicks to his ribs, and then one to his face that causes the front row to wince, and the Salaryman to turtle to hands and knees.

She delivers a vicious axe kick to the back that makes him rethink THIS strategy, too, and he makes his way back to his feet, weathering a storm of strikes all the while.

Seth Ericson: Salaryman’s got a live one on his hands! Iwakuma doesn’t back slouches, and Eve’s got the speed and agility needed to give the masked man a LOT of problems!

The ImPerfect Evil charges again, but this time, Salaryman snatches her up, and gorilla presses her overhead. He doesn’t waste time, transitioning immediately into a HUGE slam that rocks the ring. The Masked Salaryman measures her, dropping down with a big elbowdrop across the chest, following up with a second.

Dick Morosi: Salaryman, though, comes out ahead on that exchange! He’s got the power advantage, and the size advantage. He needs to throw his weight around - Eve’s chest cavity can’t take too many instances of the Salaryman dropping ALL of his weight on it!

A grimacing Eve hauls herself up to her feet, only to walk right into a big headbutt from the Salaryman! It knocks her back into the ropes, and a followup headbutt by the masked man sends her careening out between the ropes. To her credit, she lands on her feet, beginning to walk off the pain as the crowd yells in approval.

Seth Ericson: The Masked Salaryman has control of the ring right now, but he’s got to be careful. This Eve looks dangerous if she gets on track, and she’s putting distance between herself and the Salaryman right now to get back ON track.

The Salaryman doesn’t follow her out - perhaps out of respect for her HATE membership and training by Iwakuma. As such, she has plenty of time to recover, taking until the official’s “8!” to get back in the ring. Her face looks morose as ever as she regards the Salaryman, walking right up to him this time in more measured fashion.

Dick Morosi: The Hell is she plannin-

The masked man is equally confused, until Eve simply hauls off and kicks him SQUARE in the kneecap! The Salaryman screams in pain, both hands going down to the injured joint, and Eve takes full advantage, hooking a front facelock and DDTing the Salaryman.

Seth Ericson: Another HUGE DDT! Eve’s finding ways to mitigate the size advantage!

Dick Morosi: But here’s one bit where she CAN’T, really - she has to roll the Salaryman over to pin him!

With considerable difficulty, the nearly one-hundred and fifty pound lighter Eve DOES, for the first cover of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Seth Ericson: That girl is smart beyond her years in the ring, folks.

With the Salaryman down, she seems focused on keeping him there. Grabbing hold of the bigger man’s leg, she lifts it up, before ramming it down into the mat, quickly locking on a makeshift legbar on the big man.

Salaryman is able to make the ropes, but he has to drag Eve’s (admittedly slight) weight there in order to do it. She holds on for a four count, only breaking when the threat of disqualification is imminent. The masked man grabs the ropes, using them to pull himself up, but Eve promptly kicks out his leg, forcing him right back down to the canvas.

Dick Morosi: She is, Seth. I didn’t expect this - I don’t think anyone did. This crowd is getting awfully quiet.

Except, of course, for the suit-wearing Salaryman boosters, who stomp their feet and start up a “LET’S GO SALARYMAN!” chant, which, this time, actually gets some takers from the rest of the RIMAC.

Seth Ericson: The crowd’s trying to get behind the big man here!

Eve continues to focus on the leg, kicking at it twice more. The Salaryman yells in pain, lunging out with blows to try and keep the ImPerfect Evil at bay. Eve bends down to try and follow up further, but the Salaryman lashes out and catches her with his good leg, boot in the face to knock Eve back several paces.

Dick Morosi: The Salaryman has to get back to a vertical base here - on his back, he’s no match for the more technical Eve.

Salaryman sits up, and then gets back to his feet, testing out the gimpy leg. Eve charges in, but the Masked Salaryman sees her, scooping her up, and catching her with a big sidewalk slam! The masked man gets back up, limping around a bit, shaking his leg out, as Eve struggles her way up.

Seth Ericson: Salaryman’s size makes EVERY move he hits potentially match altering!

By the time Eve’s up, Salaryman is back on her, Irish whipping her into the corner. He charges from halfway across the ring, throwing his bulk into her with a HUGE avalanche!

Dick Morosi: SALARYMAN SANDWICH! Eve just got SQUISHED in the corner!

Seth Ericson: Don’t say squished - Anastasia Starling’s backstage somewhere and getting traumatized again.

Eve’s slender form slumps down in the corner, and the Masked Salaryman backs up, all the way to the opposite side of the ring this time. Calling out to the crowd, he charges the full length of the ring, looking to crush Eve one more time.

Dick Morosi: INCOMING!

Salaryman gets some height this time, but Eve drops down and away, sending the Salaryman careenning stomach first into the turnbuckle!

Seth Ericson: But just when he gets momentum, Eve takes it away! Salaryman’s sucking oxygen - he has to be after the wind got knocked out of him!

As the Salaryman totters out of the corner, bent over, Eve manages to lock on a crude full-nelson. The form isn’t the best, but as she points the Salaryman’s head straight south, Dick Morosi recognizes the manuever.

Dick Morosi: Wait a minute. Seth...that’s...you know what that’s setting up, right?

It takes Ericson a moment, but as Eve uses her admittedly slender weight to drive the big man head-first into the mat with what can only really be called a full-nelson DDT, Seth has no doubts.

Seth Ericson: That’s the Goddamned Static Lullabye! She dropped the Salaryman like a bad habit with it!

Once more, Eve has to struggle with a face-down Salaryman, exerting the effort to roll the huge hero over to his back in order to make her cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THR-NO! KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: It’s the fiscal fourth quarter for the Masked Salaryman! He’s up against it here - in the form of a woman who’s pulling tricks out of the pages of the early Jonathan Collins playbook!

Seth Ericson: ...do any of our fans know what fiscal years and quarters actually are?

The Masked Salaryman seems dazed and confused as Eve is forced to simply let him try to stand up due to his size. Once he reaches one knee, she moves into action, butterflying his arms, and trying to grapevine one of his legs with hers.

Dick Morosi: That’s...it’s modified because of Salaryman’s size, but…

Seth Ericson: It’s the Wingless Angel - someone’s been watching early Collins footage..no, wait, someone associated with Daisuke Iwakuma’s been watching early Collins footage!

Eve tries to drop down to the mat to complete the DDT variant, but the Salaryman wraps both arms around her waist, to block the hold. She leaps, to try and get leverage, but no dice, as Salaryman holds her up, extricates his head, and simply drops Eve to the canvas.

Dick Morosi That...that WAS gonna be the Wingless Angel, wasn’t it?

Seth can only nod, as the Salaryman tries to get back on the offensive. Eve, though, just keeps looking impassive as ever. She flies at the Salaryman, evading his attempted forearm blow and slipping through a leaping headbutt, dropping the Masked Salaryman to both knees clutching at his nose.

Dick Morosi: The Salaryman’s size has stymied most of what she’s wanted to do! He blocked the Wingless Angel! But now, she’s going up top...what ELSE does she have in this seemingly limitless playbook of hers?

She ascends facing the crowd, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder at the rising Salaryman. As he begins to stand, she leaps, with picture-perfect form, backflipping towards him.

Seth Ericson: Man, that’s a PRETTY moonsault!

As she crashes into the Salaryman, though, the big man shifts his weight, catching her across one of his broad shoulders.

Dick Morosi: But the Salaryman plucks her out of the sky with it!

The Salaryman struggles a bit to steady himself on his gimpy knee, but finally does so. With a roar of JUSTICE, he hoists her up, taking her from perpendicular across one shoulder to parallel across both.

Seth Ericson: He’s countered the moonsault - into the Super Sensational Sake Shooter Special! All he has to do is snap it off!

Twisting his body, the Masked Salaryman swings her lower body around - and puts a little bit of extra oomph and throw on the move. Eve’s arms shoot out, trying to hook the Salaryman’s head, but the distance is too much, and Eve crashlands gracelessly, face-first, into the canvas.

Dick Morosi: She was looking to counter it into another DDT! Salaryman saw the counter coming, though, and he sent her far enough away that she couldn’t! That’s pretty impressive on BOTH of their parts!

The Salaryman crawls the distance over to Eve, and rolls her over. Throwing himself across her, he hooks the leg for what is, in fact, his first cover of the match.

ONE!



TWO!




THREE!

Luckily for him, it’s also the only one he’ll need.

*DING DING DING!*

Seth Ericson: That’ll do it! The big moonsault counter from the Salaryman into the S5 is enough, and pushes him to 4-0 in EXODUS Pro!

David Zinkus: Your winner of this contest, THE MASKED SALARYMAN!

WINNER: THE MASKED SALARYMAN

The Salaryman staggers to his feet, still favoring his knee, to get his arm raised by the official. The big man basks in the approval of the audience, turning to bow to each side of the ring before he once again salutes the crowd.

Dick Morosi: The big guy’s made a case for getting on the Autumn Effect card, folks. He made his debut in a dark match at Absent are the Saints, but I think our own superhero’s pushing for his iPPV debut.

Seth Ericson: Things certainly haven’t been going HATE’s way, that’s for sure! Jonathan Collins and Daisuke Iwakuma are on a collision course, but the Masked Salaryman’s been doing his part to take down Daisuke’s subordinates. Maybe, just maybe, Collins will get Iwakuma one on one.

Dick Morosi: As nice a thought as that is, Seth, if you believe that, I’ve got a bridge to sell you. Nonetheless, a huge win for the Masked Salaryman! We’ll be--WAIT! Eve continues to attack The Salaryman, going after him brutally for humiliating her and pinning her. As she brings him down brutally, she starts to try to rip off the mask of the resident superhero...BUT SOMEONE RUNS TO THE RING...CAREY DEAN?! Carey slides into the ring and quickly tackles Eve off of Salaryman, holding her and not attacking her, but almost as if he's trying to restrain her after this fit of rage she's displayed. She keeps screaming in anger and agony at the Salaryman, who slowly slides out of the ring, Carey trying to calm her down, seemingly whispering something in her ear, hoping that she would relax and eventually come to her senses. With that, no words are said, we just move on...and we come backstage, and sitting in his office, going over a few things, is Jonathan Collins. Sorting things out, and the unusual sign of an office half packed, he seems to be looking around, content with things. A knock on the door breaks his silent thought, and a curious face turns into a smile.

Voice: HEY!

Quickly, bursting into the room to hug Collins, is his long time friend and Phoenix Wrestling star, Ashlyn DeLuca. The two friends quickly hug one another, Jonathan letting her go as he looks at her.

Jonathan Collins: Hey, you finally made it! Good to see you, Ashlyn. I know we've been waiting for this moment for a while.

Ashlyn DeLuca: Well, you know, I'm a busy and important lady with all these commitments. However, you said something about retiring, so I figured I'd come around and give you a hard time before you go sit in a rocking chair for the rest of your life.

Ashlyn laughs as Jonathan shakes his head, glancing at her while he sits on the edge of his desk.

Jonathan Collins: It's time, you know? I'm not saying I don't have the itch, but it's not right here anymore. It's more important to let everyone else have this, and I'll sit back and occasionally kick kids off my lawn. The industry's for people like you know, Ash. Time to show the world that.

Ashlyn DeLuca: Yeah, well...before you go, I kind of have a bone to pick with you.

The response to that leaves Jonathan rolling his eyes for a moment, chuckling as he glances at her.

Jonathan Collins: Okay, I'll bite. What's on your mind?

Ashlyn DeLuca: So you told me you're retiring, and one of your regrets is us not facing off one on one, eh?

Jonathan Collins: That sounds about right. I think you and I could have had a hell of a match.

Ashlyn DeLuca: Well...you got your bag here I see...and I did happen to bring my bag and it's out in the car...what do you say?

Jonathan Collins: Wait...

Jonathan chuckles as he glances at her, an eyebrow raised in the direction of his friend.

Jonathan Collins: Are you implying that tonight, Ashlyn DeLuca goes one on one with The Saint of Violence?

The crowd cheers, clearly, Ashlyn gives her friend a smug grin and nods.

Ashlyn DeLuca: That is, if you're feeling froggy on the last show before The Autumn Effect 2.

The crowd gets even louder, Collins pursing his lips and nodding.

Jonathan Collins: Okay, you got it. You go change, I'll get my gear on in a bit...tonight, let's do this.

The crowd erupts as the two friends shake hands and we go to commercial.

After the last commercial break of the evening, we find ourselves back in the office of Darrin Stearns. Jonathan Collins, Christian Kane, and Chris Strike remain in the office, all still silent. Darrin and Jon have loosened their ties, the tension now having left the two men in suits sweating and frustrated, Darrin turning over his flask to find it now bone dry. Kane and Strike remain in their gear, still unwilling to look at one another long. Strike and Kane glance at one another, when finally it looks like someone's going to finally cave in! Strike opens his mouth and Kane just smirks at him before Strike starts to look on again in frustration.

Chris Strike: Yup.

More silence and finally Kane realizes maybe he should buck it up before he looks over at Strike, and...

Christian Kane: Yup.

One more time, Darrin and Jon sigh, looking around as Collins shakes his head before he looks back at Darrin who doesn't seem to be able to deal with the bull of the moment right now as he looks at his long time friend.

Darrin Stearns: Yup.

Finally, Jonathan concedes that he cannot get these two on the same page for the night, sighing as he finally eases into the seat, prepared to watch them go into war in this mood.

Jonathan Collins: Yup.

He starts to put his arm down on the arm rest of the chair he was sitting in before....a head with a tiny turban pokes itself out from right next to Jon. To everyone's (and maybe nobody at all's) surprise, it is resident jokester, BJ Mandeep III.

Blowjob: HELLLLLLLLLOOOOOOO!

Everyone just sort of looks at Blowjob, the entire attention of the room now focused on him as he suddenly realizes now may have been a bad time to make his presence known.

Blowjob: ....YUP.

Christian Kane: Okay, maybe we should all go.

Chris Strike: Yeah, it's main event time.

The duo get up to leave and after they do, Jonathan watches them walk off, Darrin trying to catch up to pump up his friends, all before Jonathan looks at the little guy and reaches into his wallet to hand the tiny man a $100 bill.

Jonathan Collins: Thanks, chief.

Blowjob: I CAN GETS MORE HOT DOGS WITH THIS?!

Jonathan Collins: Off into the world you go, sir!

Blowjob scampers off and Jonathan grins, content with his work as we go back to Dick & Seth.

And as it becomes even more awkward and tense, we go back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: So the key to fixing it all along was...Blowjob?

Seth Ericson: Looks like a little head went a long way!

Dick Morosi: ............

Seth Ericson: THAT WAS FUNNY, MOROSI.

Dick Morosi: Well we don't have time to laugh, because a main event with huge implications is next! It's the Sekigun duo of Chris Strike and Christian Kane to meet Savannah Taylor and Christum Furor of Gods & Monsters...NEXT!

MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM MATCH
Christian Kane & Chris Strike vs. Gods & Monsters (Savannah Taylor & Christum Furor)

The lights in the arena start to dim and flash, and we all know what's coming, a majority of the RIMAC starting to boo. The lights immediately blackout with the exception of a few lights around the entrance tunnel which pulsates in response to the introductory alarm sirens, and drums that drown out the entire venue. Knowing exactly what’s on the horizon, the audience appears to be split, torn in half with boos and jeers while the older demographic cheers as “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot blares throughout the P.A. system.

"THIS IS THE YEAR WHERE HOPES FAILS YOU
AND THE TEST SUBJECTS RUN THE EXPERIMENTS
AND THE BASTARD YOU KNOW, IS THE HERO YOU HATE..."

"....BUT COHESING IS POSSIBLE IF WE STRIVE
THERES NO REASON, THERES NO LESSON
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT, TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE, WHAT HAVE YOU GO TO LOSE
EXCEPT YOUR SOUL...."

"WHO'S WITH US!"

Savannah Taylor and Christum Furor slowly make their way to the ring, clearly reveling in the mixed reaction. Both wear G&M t-shirts as they start to get into the ring, both of them climbing turnbuckles and holding up their respective titles to let the crowd see, not doing themselves any favors.

Dick Morosi: These two have a date with two of the toughest men in EXODUS right now, and if they can keep Chris Strike and Christian Kane from getting on the same page, I have a bad feeling about their chances.

Seth Ericson: Dick, Christian Kane will never forget that railroad spike that went into his face by the hands of Chris Strike...this won't bode well for the Sekigun duo.

As Savannah and Furor wait, the sounds of "Can't Kill Us" by The Glitch Mob start. As the music continue to builds up, the duo wait as nobody comes out. It leaves the Gods & Monsters duo laughing and then finally, the music dies out.

Dick Morosi: Maybe this thing imploded before it--



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 whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks.

David Zinkus: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! First, from TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA...WEIGHING IN AT 215 POUNDS...HE IS THE HANDSOME DRIFTER! HE IS THE CANADIAN SENSATION! HE IS THE LEADER OF #STUDLIFE...CHRISTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN KAAAAAANE!

With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp, acknowledging certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. Christian stares at the ring, a stoic, focused expression that eventually turns into a smirk as Kane makes his way up the steps, the crowd cheering for him all the while over his music.

From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more.

After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead.

Dick Morosi: And I'm pretty convinced this thing just picked up even more now!

The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water!

Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly, seas increase
And then fall again…

As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.

This world is spinning around me…
The whole world keeps spinning around me…
All life is future to past…
Every breath leaves me one less to my last!

David Zinkus: AND HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER! From São Paulo, Brazil! He weighs in at 215 pounds...THE WAR MACHIIIIIIINEEEEEE....CHRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!

Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring as the fans begin to sing along with the chorus.

Pull me under! Pull me under!
Pull me under I'm not afraid!
All that I feel is honor and spite,
All I can do is set it right!

Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…

Dick Morosi: The number one contender is finally getting his opportunity! He's been waiting over a year to get his moment against Christum Furor, and the two weill meet at The Autumn Effect 2! However tonight, the two will square off in tag team action!

Seth Ericson: And if Strike is lucky, this won't become a 3-on-1.

Furor and Taylor discuss things, and Savannah concedes the opening of this match to the World Champion, while Strike and Kane argue over who's going to face him first. Eventually, the two seem to settle on Strike going in first, but as the two start circling the ring to lock up, Kane blind tags himself in and hops in, Strike looking at his partner in disbelief! Referee Brian Lowery starts making the count for Strike to leave the ring as Kane waves him off, the two of them starting to look prepared to argue with one another as Furor just seems to go to the center of the ring and sit, cackling that they're breaking down in front of him! Finally, Strike concedes and returns to the corner for Kane and Furor to lock up, Kane starting to lead him towards the ropes. The referee starts to count for them to break it up, Kane getting blind tagged by Strike, who quickly hits Furor from behind as Furor winces in pain as the knee hits his back, Kane arguing at Strike to give him a chance to get a hold of Furor!

Christian Kane: This is personal for what he did to Darrin!

Chris Strike: You'll get a chance if you stand the hell back!

Strike quickly picks up Furor and whips him to the ropes, Strike going to the opposite ropes to bounce back, but Kane again blind tags, and as Strike charges, he sees Furor charging with a lariat, leaving him to duck, but the legal man Kane springboards in with a huge dropkick, sending Furor flying and rolling over to his corner to tag in Savannah, who is greeted by a huge arm drag from Kane, who quickly gives her another one as she gets up and charges back! She gets up and a huge dropkick sends her over the ropes and her and Furor now are on the outside, fuming as it seems not being on the same page is actually benefitting Strike and Kane! The two try to talk strategy, but are quickly greeted as Kane dives over the ropes to land on the two of them, all before Strike gets up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off himself as all three finally get up and collect themselves! The whole crowd is on their feet for the Sekigun team, Strike throwing Furor in!

Dick Morosi: Was this a ruse from Kane and Strike all along?!

Seth Ericson: I really don't know, but it played right into the hands of those two, and Taylor and Furor are reeling!

Strike quickly tosses Furor into a corner, coming in quickly with double knees to the chest of the champ before he quickly goes back to his corner where a waiting Christian Kane stands for a tag, Strike tagging him in before he and Strike double whipping Furor to the ropes before Strike picks up Furor for an atomic drop and Kane charging forward again to hit the STKO! The crowd is firmly behind Kane, and Kane goes to pick up Furor before Furor rakes the eyes and quickly stumbles over to tag in Savannah Taylor. Taylor comes in and starts pelting Kane with chops to the chest before leaping up and hitting a huge hurricanrana before keeping her legs wrenched in and trying to squeeze the life and oxygen out of Kane's lungs! Kane is reaching and trying to get to the ropes, but it's to no avail as he starts fading, Savannah smirking as the refereee is distracted with Kane reaching, allowing Savannah to reach for other ropes for leverage. Kane is starting to fade, and the referee notices, forcing Savannah to break the hold at 4. She quickly drags Kane over and tags in Furor, holding him for the World Champion who kicks him in the stomach as he enters the ring, all before he picks up Christian and drops him with a cradle DDT! He quickly grabs Kane and drops his throat over the ropes as he starts to choke him, Kane struggling to breathe as the referee begins to count again, Furor quickly dropping after hoisting him on his shoulders with an electric chair into a german suplex, his Chaos Theory! He quickly goes for the pin!

ONE!









TWO!









TH--STRIKE WITH THE SAVE! The referee starts moving Strike back to his corner as Furor quickly allows Savannah to take his place in the ring, a "tag" sound being made by Furor clapping his hands together above his head. The Las Vegas Siren quickly grabs Kane and holds him in place before running back and bouncing off the ropes, leaping to hit a curb stomp on him! Taylor quickly doesn't hesitate before starting to size up Kane for The Gamble. She goes for it, but Kane pushes her off and toward the rope before she bounces back---ONLY TO BE CAUGHT WITH THE DANGER ZONE! That swinging backbreaker puts both him and Taylor down, and the two are looking to go for a tag! Furor is reaching! Savannah is reaching! The two are crawling, but Savannah gets there before Kane can, Furor running in and pulling Kane away from Strike! He quickly flips off Strike before lifting Kane up, dropping him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Furor waits for Savannah to compose herself before tagging her in again, this time holding Kane in place and allowing her to finally hit The Gamble before she goes for the cover.

ONE...


















TWO!


































TH-STRIKE WITH THE SAVE!

Dick Morosi: CHRIS STRIKE NARROWLY WITH THAT SAVE!

Seth Ericson: The Sekigun won't quit tonight when it counts!

Kane is trying to get to the ropes as Furor glares daggers at Strike. Strike starts slamming his hand on the top turnbuckle to get the crowd behind Kane as he starts crawling. Furor quickly picks up Kane and attempts to hoist Kane for the Hammer of Dawn, but as he starts dropping him from the Gory Bomb position, Kane lands on his feet before taking him down with a Complete Shot! Kane and Furor are down, and as Furor quickly tries to recover, having had less pain to endure, he gets up and makes it over to Taylor for the tag before Kane makes a leap....AND TAGS IN CHRIS STRIKE! Strike gets in the ring and nails Taylor! Furor gets u p and he gets nailed! Taylor comes back and gets a clothesline! SHOTEI TO FUROR! ALL FOUR ARE BRAWLING AND THE CROWD IS FIRED UP!

"LET'S GO CHRIS STRIKE!"
"G AND M!"
"LET'S GO CHRIS STRIKE!"
"G AND M!"

The crowd is hot for the match, and as the two teams continue to brawl, Kane and Furor and Savannah and Strike, Kane hits a huge clothesline to send Furor out of the ring, sliding out of the ring to start brawling with him around ringside! Kane continues to brawl with the World Champion, leaving Strike in the ring with Savannah! The San Diego Bay champion rakes the eyes and sends Strike reeling, all as she tries to hop up and get him ready for the Siren's So--Strike floats over and applies a full nelson...RELAMPAGO! HE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!
























TWO!


































THREE!

"Pull Me Under" starts to play, but the crowd jeers because Lady Magdalena and Sally Talfourd aren't far behind after the bell, the match now becoming a 4-on-1 beatdown! Quickly, the match has become a nightmare for the winners, but the crowd starts to stir when another person starts lumbering down with a hood over their head.

Dick Morosi: What the...

Seth Ericson: I think I recognize that movement...

The man starts to sneak up behind Furor...AND HE GRABS HIM UP FOR AN OLYMP--STRAIGHT TO HADES?! THE HOOD COMES OFF AND IT'S...IT'S...

Dick Morosi: JAIME ALEJANDRO! THE STRONG STYLE SAINT IS BACK!

Jaime starts to go after Lady Magdalena, hammering her with fists as the shock from what happened to Furor stuns Talfourd and Savannah, leaving Kane and Matthews to help clear the ring! The three men stand tall, and as Alejandro dares the group to return to the ring and face a fair fight, we fade to copyright!

WINNER: CHRISTIAN KANE & CHRIS STRIKE