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We return from commercial to an empty ring, and a confused crowd wondering why nothing was happening. That confusion soon turned to cheers as "Rocket Dive" by hide hit, signalling the segway-assisted entrance of the owner of EXODUS Pro, Nicholas Gray! He rides his way down the ramp and begins to ride squares around the ring, for seemingly no reason than to allow people to continue to cheer his reappearance. Finally he slowed to a stop and hopped up onto the ring rope, entering the ring and producing a microphone and proceeding to allow the crowd to cheer him some more before finally gesturing them to go quiet.

Nicholas Gray: Two years. In just a few short weeks, we'll be marking the fact that this place has survived 2 years. Despite every dime store conquerer that's walked through those doors, we're still standing!

The crowd has their moment to go wild before he continues.

Nicholas Gray: And through those two years, through every hardship and triumph, you've all been there! More than anyone else, the ones who should be thanked for us reaching 730 days is all of YOU!

Again the crowd has their moment to cheer, this time harder because people love nothing more than loving themselves.

Nicholas Gray: And so, because of that, we're going to reward each and every single one of you that's flown our banner and supported us these past two years! And that's in two ways. Hey, you guys excited for Autumn Effect 2?

The crowd goes wild.

Nicholas Gray: That's what I thought! Well, because this is undoubtedly our biggest show in our history, it makes sense to have it in a special venue. Now, there was some very nice buildings that were interested in having us for this show, but to be honest, I didn't really feel any of them. They were too far from this building here, and for our anniversary, I wanted us to stay close to our home. But, at the same time, just having it here in the RIMAC itself, I didn't feel. That wasn't really special enough....so you wanna know where we're having this show? Just look outside the window. We're having Autumn Effect 2 right outside, on the campus of UCSD!

The crowd goes mad at this announcement, but Gray holds up one finger.

Nicholas Gray: Oh man, you guys think that's awesome? Hang on just one second. We need to talk admission price. Now, this is the biggest show, so obviously, it should cost a lillllll bit more than normal....

The crowd seems to deflate a bit at this, but Gray only smiles.

Nicholas Gray: Don't worry, it's not so bad. Here, lemme show you how much a ticket will cost for the show.

He reaches into his pocket, retrieving his wallet. He opens it and upends it...and nothing comes out. The crowd just looks on confused as Gray grins.

Nicholas Gray: Guys, come on, this is a thank you. Did you really expect this to cost anything besides "free"?

There is silence a moment as the crowd processes this, and then shit hits the fan, as the cheering reaches a truly deafening crescendo. Gray just nods.

Nicholas Gray: S'what I thought. Us surviving this long is all thanks to you, so this is our thank you to all of you. So look forward to Autumn Effect 2, it's gunna be a riot!

He winks at the camera at this stealing of Wulf Erikssen's catchphrase before sliding out of the ring and getting back onto his segway, starting to ride a square around the ring again to slap fans hands before going up the ramp and disappearing behind the curtain, the fans still going wild as we fade to backstage...

We come backstage after that, and after all the insanity that kicked off the show, Jonathan Collins finally has a chance to sit back in and catch up with friends and allies. Coming into the office of Darrin Stearns, he finds a very silent trio of Darrin, Christian Kane, and Chris Strike. There's a weird pall around the room, an aura that is awkward and uneasy. Kane and Strike occasionally exchange glances, leaving Darrin to sit in between it seems, confused as to what to say or do at this point.

Chris Strike: Yup.

A brief pause of silence as both Stearns and Collins look over at Kane.

Christian Kane: Yup.

With that, Jonathan shakes his head and sighs, taking a seat and trying to figure out a way to ease the tension. While he does that, we move back to Dick & Seth.

Seth Ericson: This sounds ridiculous at the moment.

Dick Morosi: Unless that tension is eased, we're going to see things get exceptionally awkward for Chris Strike or Christian Kane tonight when we get to the main event tag team match...but if you want some tag team action now, you're in luck! It's a battle of former Tag Team Champions as Trouble meet Dragons Unleashed...next!

NORMAL MATCH
TROUBLE (Wulf Erikssen & Steve Lenton) vs. Dragons Unleashed (Evangelista & Laurel Anne Hardy)

Multicoloured spotlights swirl around the entranceway as the martial-sounding intro to Glass Candy's "Candy Castle" comes across the PA. As the beat kicks in Laurel Anne Hardy bursts through the curtain, cavorting energetically and twisting a feather boa around like a dancing partner. A moment later Evangelista walks through and stands beside Laurel, placing her hands on her hips as she surveys the auditorium with a smile.

David Zinkus: From the United Kingdom, at a combined weight of two hundred and eighty-one pounds and representing The Asylum...

The two young women share a good luck hug, then start down the aisle and head in opposite directions when they reach the bottom - Evangelista focused on the task ahead and absently tagging a few outstretched hands, Hardy dancing back and forth and interacting with the fans much more with hugs, high fives and handshakes. After completing a circuit of the ringside area they regroup and Evangelista slides under the bottom rope while Laurel leaps over her onto the apron, and somersaults over the top rope. They run up opposite turnbuckles and pose, then drop and repeat their actions in the other two corners. Hardy throws her boa into the crowd, prompting a scrum to catch it.

David Zinkus: They are "The Prodigal Daughter" Evangelista and "The Living, Breathing Installation Event Of The Millennium" Laurel Anne Hardy... DRAAAAGOOONS... UNLEASHED!

They both moonsault down to standing positions in the centre of the ring. Laurel takes a deep, theatrical bow while Evangelista crosses herself and warms up.

Dick Morosi: This has been a very polarizing team in the eyes of the fans. While they’re members of the Seikigun, seems like Laurel has had a tendency to go lone wolf on her vendetta against fellow Seikigun member Chandler Scott.

Seth Ericson: And poor Evangelista has had the misfortune of being caught between the two.

The arena lights fade to black. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Suddenly, at full volume, Oh No You Didn't kicks in.

Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no...
Oh no you didn't!

With that, the entrance lights fade up in Royal Blue, Red and White as Steve Lenton, Wulf Erikssen and Stacey-X enter the arena. Steve moves to the right of the entrance way, Wulf to the left, with Stacey remaining in the middle. Each man raises a solitary arm in salute to the crowd, as Stacey raises both arms to indicate both performers.

David Zinkus: “Introducing, weighing in at a combined weight of 481lbs, “Big L” Steve Lenton... “Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... they are TROUBLE!”

Both men head down the ramp, Steve with his trademark strut, Wulf giving high fives to the crowd as he passes. As they reach the ring, Stephen stops for a moment, reaching out to the sides to allow the fans to reach in and touch him, whilst Wulf slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Steve quickly climbs onto the apron, and straight up the turnbuckle, whilst Wulf runs up to the diagonally opposite corner, both men lifting their arms in salute to the crowd again. Meanwhile, Stacey walks around the ring to the teams corner. The pair then drop down into the ring, meeting in the centre where they greet each other with a chest bump, before peeling off back to their corner.

Dick Morosi: One of the most prolific tag teams this company has ever seen.

Seth Ericson: And a very odd couple that has worked wonders here in EXODUS Pro Wrestling! Let’s see these four duke it out as the bell sounds to start the match.

Dick Morosi: We have Evangelista and Lenton starting things off for their respective teams and they are locking up in the center of the ring now.

Lenton shows off his amazing power as he knocks Evangelista off her feet and sends her about five feet backwards. Evangelista is quick to her feet and dives at the Big L’s knees and takes him down to one of those. She bounces off the ropes and hits a quick bulldog.

Seth Ericson: Lenton’s power vs. Evangelista’s speed.

Dick Morosi: It’s a wonder to watch!

Evangelista is back up and tries a crossbody but Lenton catches her and turns it into a power slam. Tag to Wulf. Wulf whips Evangelista and attempts a spinebuster, but she is able to counter into a quick hurricanrana. Both are back to their feet again and Wulf gets to see one of Evangelista’s feet up close and personal as she lands a spinning toe kick.

Dick Morosi: Evangelista told Wulf “Hey, do you like my shoes?”

Seth Ericson: No, Dick. Just don’t…don’t do that. No…

Tag to Laurel. A Pele kick takes down Wulf again. As soon as he is close to getting back to his feet, he finds himself being hit by a Whisper in the Wind. Cover by Hardy.

ONE!!

TWO!!


THR..NO!!

Dick Morosi: Lenton is cheering on Wulf and telling him to come tag him in.

Seth Ericson: Wulf is looking back at Lenton and he looks like he wants to handle this himself.

Dick Morosi: Will his pride backfire?

Seth Ericson: Maybe if you stop interrupting, we will see!
 

Erikssen is back up and catches the spinning heel and trips Hardy’s other leg. Evangelista sneaks a tag and darts into the ring, trying a spear, but this time, Wulf lands his thrusting spinebuster. Hardy is back up. She tries a springboard corkscrew senton, but Wulf sidesteps and elbow drops her on the way down. The legal woman, Evangelista tries to german suplex, but Wulf gets behind her and attempts to lock in the Monster Killer, but Laurel Hardy gives both of them a push, knowing it was better to shove her partner than to let her fall victim to Erikssen’s finishing submission.

WULF! WULF! WULF! WULF!

Wulf gets back up, finally tags in Lenton, and the two double clothesline Laurel Hardy, knocking her out of the ring. Lenton then turns to a rising Evangelista and lands his signature Game Changer!

TROUBLE! TROUBLE! TROUBLE! TROUBLE!

Lenton gets the cover.

ONE!!


TWO!!




THRE…NO!!

Dick Morosi: Evangelista showing so much heart kicking out of that.

It takes a few moments for Evangelista to get back to her feet as Lenton waits in the opposite corner. Hardy and Erikssen are back to waiting in their respective corners. Lenton charges for the blitz, but Evangelista dodges and rolls him up.

ONE!!

Seth Ericson: THIS COULD BE A STEAL!!

TWO!!


TH…NO!!!

Dick Morosi: Another near fall as Evangelista tags in Laurel Hardy who is climbing the top rope.

Seth Ericson: This could be trouble for Trouble. Missile Dropkick!

Dick Morosi: A dropkick that looks like it could have been delivered by Adrien Cochrane!

Seth Ericson: Hardy with the cover on Lenton!

ONE!!!


TWO!!!



THRE…NO!!

Lenton is out of it again. He tries to dive for his partner, who is eagerly reaching in the ring for the tag. He misses and is hit by yet another strike, this time a baseball slide to the head. Laurel climbs the top rope and flies.

And misses.

Dick Morosi: Signs of life from Lenton!!

Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex by Lenton on Laurel. Lenton finally dives and gets the tag. The fans erupt in cheer as Wulf Erikssen enters the ring. He knocks down Evangelista with a lariat. Once Laurel Hardy is back on her feet, she goes up and back down to the mat.

Dick Morosi: Bar Room Bomb! Bar Room Bomb! Wulf hits his finisher!

Seth Ericson: And Evangelista is down on the outside. She won’t be able to break up the pinfall.

Dick Morosi: Speaking of pinfall, Wulf has the cover!!


ONE!!!




TWO!!!







THREE!!!!

DING DING DING!!

The bell sounds as Oh No You Didn’t plays as Lenton and Wulf raise each other’s arms in victory.

WINNER: Trouble

Dick Morosi: Trouble picks up a huge one! The former tag team champions return to action and show the EXODUS faithful they can still compete for those titles!

Seth Ericson: Dragons Unleashed were game tonight, but Trouble were hungrier to get back into the title picture!

Dick Morosi: While they celebrate with the hometown faithful, let's go backstage!

Daisuke Iwakuma could rarely be accused of being one of the happier, more chipper people on the EXODUS Pro roster. Tonight was no exception, as the Perfect EVIL and leader of HATE was in an even more foul mood than usual, courtesy of his spokeswoman Audrey Lloris, in spite of both his own and Sally Talfourd’s best efforts, tapping out to Fiona Collins’ Undertow.

Unlikely to make Iwakuma much happier, though, was the man powerwalking towards him.

Once again making a very expensive suit look very awkward was the man who’d been showing up in such suits rather than wrestling gear lately, one Seymour Almasy.

Iwakuma was in such a foul mood that he didn’t even notice Almasy approaching, and walked head on into the Final Fantasy, the two men colliding. When Iwakuma looked up, he rolled his eyes.

Daisuke Iwakuma: …move.

Almasy, though, shook his head at the Perfect Evil.

Seymour Almasy: Can’t do that, Iwakuma-san. I’m going to need to take a few minutes of your time. And, believe it or not, you might find what I have to say worthwhile.

Daisuke Iwakuma: A goody-two-shoes like you has something to say that I want to hear? You must be dreaming. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to tend to Audrey.

Iwakuma took a sharp step to the right - only for Seymour to mirror it.

Seymour Almasy: Our medical staff is tending to Ms. Lloris as we speak. She will be fine. I must insist on five minutes of your time. I’m not here to criticize you, Daisuke. I’m here to tell you that things are going to get better.

The look on Iwakuma’s face likely couldn’t have been more doubtful if Almasy had told him the Earth was flat.

Seymour Almasy: Look. I know you don’t believe me, but I’ve been discussing discipline in this company with Cleon Gray for much of the past month, and this company’s discipline is in shambles. People are getting to run roughshod without any consequences, and that leads to the sort of disarray that EXODUS is in right now.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Your point being?

Seymour Almasy: My point’s this - Jonathan Collins and Seikigun are as, if not more, out of control than HATE or Gods & Monsters. This war that has waged back since you brought LEGION to this company has made EXODUS impossible to control. For control to be re-established, proper discipline has to be instilled. And if that means that someone has to go after Collins and the Seikigun...so be it. If needed, I will bear the cross and hatred of these people, because it is the right thing to do.

The sour face of the Perfect Evil brightens - if only for a minute.

Seymour Almasy: Feel free to tell Gunner - Furor. He won’t talk to me - neither will Talfourd or Taylor. He thinks I’m an enemy, but I don’t have to be. I called myself the Judge Magister when I walked into this company. It’s about time, I think, that I lived up to that.

Almasy claps Iwakuma on the shoulder - contact that Daisuke instinctively flinches from.

Seymour Almasy: Oh, and you can find Ms. Lloris in the training room. She’s going to be fine.

With that, Almasy is off, walking down the hall in the opposite direction, leaving Daisuke Iwakuma with something to think about on his walk halfway across the arena to collect his spokeswoman, and we go to commercial.

The RIMAC crowd starts to erupt after the opening package that remains “With Me Now” by Blacklite District! The signs are everywhere and the regulars remain faithful as ever, erupting with applause as soon as the opening of a familiar tune starts!



“Jungle” by X Ambassadors & Jamie N Commons continues to play, the crowd clapping along with the beat still as Jonathan Collins makes his way down the small ramp and toward the ring!

Dick Morosi: Welcome to EXPRO On FX! I am Dick Morosi, and Seth Ericson is with me tonight as always...and we’re kicking things off with The Saint of Violence!

Seth Ericson: It’s been a strange couple of weeks for Jonathan Collins, hasn’t it? He hasn’t exactly been loud and about, but I suppose in these unusual times, everything is feeling like that.

Dick Morosi: Maybe that’s what he’s here to address. Let’s head to the ring, he’s got a microphone.

The camera cuts to Jon, who seems to hop up to the top turnbuckle in one of the corners and sits down, thinking for a moment. Jonathan, to nobody’s surprise, is dressed in a nice suit, looking more contemplative and pensive than we’re normally used to seeing him.

Jonathan Collins: This is a hell of a day, isn’t it? It’s four weeks out from The Autumn Effect 2, and you guys barely know what’s coming. How about I give you something to look forward to for the show? First off, I promised Johnny Cannon that he was going to get what he deserved, and I’m keeping that promise. See, John, professional wrestling is a very “what have you done for me lately?” business. So if I’m to go back and look at your recent history, I don’t see anything that warrants me giving you a raise or a World Title shot. In fact, I don’t see anything that warrants me giving you a match on The Autumn Effect 2, period. However, a personal plea from Abby Park had me changing my mind, Johnny. At The Autumn Effect 2 in four weeks, it’s going to be you and Abby...in an I Quit match!

The crowd stirs and cheers as Jonathan hops down from the corner, starting to sigh and pace.

Jonathan Collins: But wait...there’s more. See, EXODUS has always had a sense of honor and tradition in what we do. That’s not to say we don’t evolve with the times, but...TLC is returning to The Autumn Effect! For the first time since last year, we’re going to see this match as The Generation of Miracles defends the belts against TROUBLE and Dragons Unleashed! Is that enough for you guys yet?

The crowd continues to react positively to the news before he sighs and leans against the ropes.

Jonathan Collins: That being said, I have one more match for your minds to feast on for now. I think it goes without saying that this match is a year in the making. Christum Furor and Chris Strike have been angling at one another for months and months and after all of this, it’s coming to a head. Chris Strike will be meeting Christum Furor for the World Title!

The crowd erupts for the news, even a small “WAR MA-CHINE!” chant breaking out, leading Jon to smile.

Jonathan Collins: But there’s one thing that needs to happen. For the past several months, I’ve been accused of relegating the work in this battle between all these outside forces to other people. When I go into war with them, I get accused of taking the glory. There is a situation that’s just simply a no win one for me. It irritates me to no end, because the same people accusing me of being a coward are the ones that are too afraid to face someone in the ring. A long time ago, I said that EXODUS wasn’t about me. Over the past year, I’ve stepped into the ring far too many times than I would like to have, considering I’m supposed to be an executive here. I’m not ducking challenges, I’m doing my job. If it’s wrong of me to to put the lessons I learned from my business mentor Rufus Frost to work, then I’m glad to be wrong. However, i will not stand someone trying to tear down my dream, a company that is not only on the forefront of professional wrestling, but remains grounded in the roots and tradition of this industry. This is a company that has been built from the ground up, and I will not let someone just rip that from the people who have made it what it is. However, this is something that I need to do. Something only I’m capable of doing. At the Autumn Effect 2, I will be stepping into the ring for the final time in EXODUS history...and my career...because I will be meeting Daisuke Iwakuma once and for all.

Daisuke, I want you to listen to me very carefully. For the past two years, you have been a spectre that has tried to haunt me in ways to destroy my hope and my spirit, and yet I still remain! Daisuke, in four weeks, you and I will long settle what you have tried to settle with me by attempting to destroy EXODUS, by attempting to cripple my wife, and by every other nefarious mean you have attempted! You’ve made it clear that I have something you want, Iwakuma, and I will tell you this only once.

If you want it? You’re going to have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.

No time is wasted as “The New Cult King” by Mushroomhead starts to play and the crowd jeers as the HATE contingent of Daisuke Iwakuma, Norihiro Akashi, Eve, Marty Connor, and Audrey Lloris slowly begin making their way to the ring. Almost smirking, Jonathan goes back to leaning against one of the corners, adjusting his tie as he looks on while Daisuke takes his time getting to the ring and letting himself and Audrey in. With a smirk, Daisuke chuckles as he approaches Jonathan and takes a microphone from his own.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Well hello darkness, my old friend. Have you finally consumed The Saint of Violence so we can have this dance?

Daisuke chuckles, in street clothes himself having the night off. Wearing a HATE t-shirt and some nice jeans, he looks at Jonathan and smirks, nodding.

Jonathan Collins: This is the only way we can do this, Daisuke. We both know that. This has to end once and for all, and I’m not going to just let you win.

Daisuke Iwakuma: But you should, Jonathan. Don’t you see? You’ve lost the confidence of the fans and the locker room. The little faith left in you is a cabal of men and women who can’t put aside their collective differences to support you and prove to the world that your little blue light of hope rings eternal. Everything around you now is no longer hope, or will, or even faith, Saint of Violence...what’s left in EXODUS is not hope. It’s HATE. And that HATE will consume your Sekigun and bleed them out. Do I need Chuck Matthews’ money? No, but I have what I need. I have Cleon Gray and Brianna Singer on strings for what I need. They terrorize and disenfranchise the students you’ve sculpted. While Furor has whittled away at your front line defense, your young lions no longer believe in you, Jonathan. I’ve infected your company in a way far more clever than Furor ever could, and he’s my greatest weapon against you. Can’t you see it, brother? I have won. Give up and give me what is mine!

Jonathan steps closer, and as he does, he notices that Marty, Eve, and Akashi all start to climb up to the apron as he looks out at all of them, chuckling as he slowly seems to remove his jacket before taking the microphone again.

Jonathan Collins: I see what this is, Daisuke. Good. Now I know you’re afraid.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I could easily show you fear.

The group starts to swarm Collins, the Director starting to take the defensive, all before the overzealous Marty Connor jumps in to attack Jonathan Collins first, leading him to start trying to defend as the remainder of HATE swarm Jonathan with the exception of Audrey. It’s ruined by the sounds of “The Ocean” by Tonight Alive, leaving the crowd to cheer and little surprise the person coming to his aid is none other than his wife Fiona! In her new Stardust Seraph t-shirt and her gear, Fiona runs down and leaves the group to swarm except for Daisuke and Audrey. She quickly spins Daisuke around and hits a Shinigami to send him flying, leaving Audrey as the lone HATE member in the ring! Jonathan looks out towards the timekeeper before waving towards the back, bringing a referee down as Audrey looks like a deer in headlights when she realizes just what the story is.

Seth Ericson: You don’t think…

Dick Morosi: This match scheduled for later tonight is on! Audrey Lloris to meet Fiona Collins! But Jonathan has waved down the referee and he’s calling for the bell. This match is happening right now!

NORMAL MATCH
Fiona Collins (HEC Women’s Champion) vs. Audrey Lloris

Fiona comes closer to Audrey, and before she can run, Fiona catches her by her top, pulling her back in and hitting a huge backdrop suplex to Daisuke’s emissary! Fiona gets up and isn’t hesitating to keep on things as soon as Audrey steps up! Elbow smash to the face...palm strike to the chest...dropsault! Clear Eyes, Full Heart, Can’t Lose! Audrey is reeling and looks to be on the verge of tears from the pain as Fiona starts looking to size her up! Audrey holds up her hands as if in defense, shielding her face from Fiona and her fists while screaming. Fiona starts getting the crowd behind her as she starts calling for the Shinigami...but Daisuke Iwakuma tries to hop on the apron and rescue her! Daisuke hasn’t left ringside the whole time, and neither has Jonathan Collins, leaving him to approach Daisuke to attack him and prevent him from interfering in the match! Referee D’Artis Johnson does his best to break up the two men, but that leads to a bigger issue…

Seth Ericson: Somehow, I shouldn’t be surprised…

Dick Morosi: It’s Sally Talfourd! What the hell is she doing here?

Seth Ericson: She’s been after Fiona Collins for the better part of a year and you’re wondering what she’s doing here? C’mon, dude.

In the midst of Fiona sizing up Audrey and the referee preoccupied with Daisuke and Jonathan fighting, Sally slides into the ring, hitting Fiona with an Implant Buster out of nowhere! Jonathan finally throws Daisuke into the guardrailing as the referee turns around to see Fiona down and Audrey crawling over to the fallen Fiona to make a cover…

ONE…





TWO!







THR--NO! FIONA KICKS OUT! Audrey is freaking out, scared out of her mind as to what will happen next, and Fiona grabs her wrists….UNDERTOW! FIONA LOCKS IN THAT SUBMISSION HOLD AND AUDREY TAPS OUT WITHOUT HESITATION! “The Ocean” starts again, and the crowd cheers as Fiona gets up afterward, turning her head toward the ramp to see Sally observing and fuming she was unable to cheat Fiona! Clearly pissed off, Fiona goes over to the ropes and motions for David Zinkus to give her a microphone, which he does, giving the former EXODUS World Champion a moment to talk.

WINNER: FIONA COLLINS

Fiona Collins: You already know exactly what is coming, Sally. Don’t you? You know that I’m going to get my hands on you, the way I’ve wanted to FOR MONTHS!!! I’m sure you’ve wanted the same thing. Well guess what, Sal? IT’S GONNA HAPPEN.

Fiona begins to pace around the ring, her hands clenching into fists as her jaw tightens with growing anger. The crowd is eating it up, their screams growing louder for the Stardust Seraph. She finally turns back to face Sally, eyes glaring fire.

Fiona Collins: You know, for the past five months, I’ve had to endure verbal abuse from you, Sally. You’ve threatened me. You’ve threatened my daughter. You’ve threatened my relationship and my integrity without any kind of release whatsoever. We never can seem to share a ring without you running scared or dodging the bullet when it comes to facing me. You know what though? That all stops right. NOW. I’m putting my foot down and I’m going to put you in a position where you can’t run or hide from me anymore, Sally. I’m putting an end to these stupid head games of yours and I’m going to shut you up for good.

Fiona turns to look down at her husband standing at ringside, her finger pointing in Sally’s direction again.

Fiona Collins: I want Sally in this ring in four weeks at The Autumn Effect. I want it, just her and me, with no interferences and no distractions.

She looks back at Sally as she leans against the ropes, smirking.

Fiona Collins: And when we’re finally in that ring together, Sally, you’re not only going to find out why I’m the Ace of EXODUS but you’re going to find out why I’m a goddamn Sailor Scout. Deuces….BITCH.

“The Ocean” by Tonight Alive starts to play again, and the crowd erupts as Sally starts shouting at Fiona, who only holds the ropes open to invite her into the ring. Sally continues to argue and Fiona simply motions for her to step inside. She is then joined by her husband who tries to calm her down, and in a moment of boldness in the direction of The Last Clairvoyant, Fiona hops up and wraps her legs around the waist of The Saint of Violence and kisses him deeply before she hops down and screams in Sally’s direction that she’s his.

Dick Morosi: The gauntlet has been thrown down! Fiona Collins has challenged Sally Talfourd for The Autumn Effect!

Seth Ericson: According to my promotional notes, it's The Autumn Effect 2: No World for Tomorrow! And after all the things we've heard for the show already, I have a feeling it's only getting bigger from here, especially if Fiona gets her wish!

Dick Morosi: It's a match that's been almost a year in the making, and we're hopefully going to see it in four weeks at The Autumn Effect 2! Also, I'm super impressed you paid attention to your notes.

Seth Ericson: I have my moments.

Dick Morosi: You sure do, bud! Let's see if you'll have another one in this what is essentially our next match after that opener! The Masked Salaryman returns to EXODUS to meet HATE's Marty Connor next, but first let's head backstage!

We come back from commercial with a graphic for next week's show...Darrin Stearns has hand selected Chuck Matthews' opponent...and it's CHANDLER SCOTT! Let's go to Dick and Seth!

Dick Morosi: Chandler Scott has to be chomping at the bit now! He's meeting Chuck Matthews in a couple of weeks to get a measure of honor back!

Seth Ericson: And considering things as of late, I'm sure he's welcoming the chance to prove his loyalties.

Dick Morosi: Speaking of loyalty...up next folks, Wulf Erikssen and Steve Lenton, the former EXODUS Pro World Tag Team Champions, reunite under the TROUBLE banner to face off against two threats to this company.

Seth Ericson: Chuck Matthews and Justin Brooks have, to my knowledge, never teamed two on two before, but on paper, the pairing has a lot of merit. It’s the brains of Chuck and the brawn of Big Bad Brooks against two of the best brawlers in the business. TROUBLE was a tough team to contend with, so I’ve got to think the matchup favors Seikigun on the surface.

Dick Morosi: Matthews always has a plan, though - and with TROUBLE having gone its separate ways to take care of its own business, you’ve got to think Matthews and Brooks are here to upset the apple cart in any way they can. However, for now, take it away David Zinkus!

NORMAL MATCH
TROUBLE (Wulf Erikssen & Steve Lenton) vs. JUSTIN BROOKS & CHUCK MATTHEWS

David Zinkus: This contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!

The heavy bridge of "Brains" erupts through the speakers as spotlights race across the crowd. Chuck Matthews steps out onto the stage, looking around at the people in attendance. He smiles, taking in the reaction of the fans. Casually, Chuck begins his walk towards the ring. He moves calmly, but quickly, making no effort to interact with fans until he reaches the apron. At this point, he climbs up, leaning with his back against the ropes, looking out at the crowd. He winks, and steps between the ropes before climbing one of the corners. He raises his arms in his signature horns before hopping down. He rolls his wrists and neck, waiting for the match to begin.

David Zinkus: First, representing team number one...CHUCK MATTHEWS!

And with that done, now something a little different.

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring, his partner...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks!

[Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide

A large chorus of boos erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on his lips as he places his hands on his waist. “By Any Means” by Wale continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd as run his tongue over the front of his teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle.

The arena lights fade to black. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Suddenly, at full volume, Oh No You Didn't kicks in.

Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no...
Oh no you didn't!

With that, the entrance lights fade up in Royal Blue, Red and White as Steve Lenton, Wulf Erikssen and Stacey-X enter the arena. Steve moves to the right of the entrance way, Wulf to the left, with Stacey remaining in the middle. Each man raises a solitary arm in salute to the crowd, as Stacey raises both arms to indicate both performers.

David Zinkus: Introducing, weighing in at a combined weight of 481lbs, “Big L” Steve Lenton... “Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... they are TROUBLE!

Wulf looks at Steve. Steve looks at Wulf. Both men regard their foes in the ring, and simply charge, Stacey cheering them on from the aisleway. Wulf and Lenton criss-cross once they hit the ring, Lenton going right for Chuck Matthews, Erikssen after Justin Brooks.

Dick Morosi: Here we go, folks!

*DING DING DING!*

The referee calls for the bell, not having much choice in the matter. Lenton DROPS Matthews with a stiff right hand, and Chuck decides that discretion is the better part of valor, rolling out under the bottom rope. Brooks, on the other hand, exchanges lefts and rights with Wulf, until the Wulf gets the better of the exchange. Three shots leave Brooks tottering on the ropes, but Matthews grabs Brooks’ ankle, pulling him down and out of the way of the coming clothesline as the two men decide to plot out a better strategy on the floor.

Seth Ericson: That’s what TROUBLE brings to every match they’re in, a high impact, high intensity work ethic that is very, VERY hard for most tag teams to match up with. Remember, folks, these two took the tag belts from Andreas Lasiewicz and Sally Talfourd, a duo we thought were basically unbeatable.

The official begins his count, as Chuck Matthews and Justin Brooks have what appears to be a very animated discussion out on the floor. By the count of four, though, they seem to have a plan in place. Matthews hops up to the apron, leaving Justin Brooks to roll back inside the ring to start for his team. Erikssen is all too happy to start for TROUBLE.

Dick Morosi: Let’s see if Matthews and Brooks worked anything out on the floor.

Wulf looks to continue the battering, but Justin sidesteps and SLAMS a big meaty right into the ribcage of the Bar Room Hero. Erikssen doubles over, and Brooks is right there to work him over with a pair of big clubbing forearms to the back.

Almost immediately, Brooks grabs a headlock, and tags in Chuck Matthews. Justin holds Wulf open for a kick, and Matthews quickly takes over, hooking in a Thai plum to throw some sharp knees to Erikssen’s midsection.

Seth Ericson: The strategy seems clear - focus the attack on Wulf’s midsection. Not a bad plan, I don’t think.

Dick Morosi: Not at all, Seth. Wulf’s not the Adonis that Steve Lenton is, and a lot of Erikssen’s offense is explosive - and you need your core in order to explode.

Wulf reels from the onslaught, but catches Matthews with a pawing jab that snaps Chuck’s head back. Chuck lunges, scoring with a sharply angled elbow to the face. Two more set Erikssen tottering back into the ropes. Matthews quickly Irish whips the Bar Room Hero, catching him on the rebound with a powerslam, which is held for the first cover of the contest.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Matthews shrugs at what appeared to be an expected kickout, and then clamps on a Dragon sleeper. He uses his free hand to throw half-force, but still annoying, forearm blows towards the ribcage, as Lenton on the apron and Stacey on the floor try to rally the RIMAC faithful behind Wulf Erikssen.

Seth Ericson: As much as I agree with the strategy..Steve Lenton was basically built as a professional wrestler to get a tag when his partner’s in trouble and go annihilate people.

Dick Morosi: Which is another thing that makes TROUBLE dangerous - they’re two excellent singles wrestlers who took the time and dedicated themselves to tag team wrestling. They took their lumps against the Turks, but that combined experience has made them a very dangerous combination.

Seth Ericson: All the more reason why it’s smart to keep them apart. We may loathe Chuck Matthews, but the dude’s bright. Like, super bright.

Erikssen manages to bridge up, and twist around. He uses his new position to drive forward with his legs, taking Chuck Matthews into a neutral corner. Wulf opens up with a pair of sharp shoulder tackles, driving Chuck into the buckles, before standing up and DRILLING Matthews with a headbutt that sends him careening to the seat of his pants.

Dick Morosi: EXECUTING that plan, though, is easier said than done!

Wulf wheels around, heading for the TROUBLE corner, but Justin Brooks hits the ring from the apron, spearing Erikssen from behind! The move sends Wulf careening to the canvas, and Brooks quickly escapes the ring, before the official can chastise him, heading right back to his corner and taking hold of the tag rope.

Seth Ericson: It’s more manageable, of course, when you’re willing to bend the rules.

The crowd boos as Matthews grins, pointing to his partner in the corner and applauding. Chuck grabs the downed Erikssen’s ankle, and begins to pull back towards his own corner. From the seat of his pants, Matthews tags in Brooks, and keeps hold of the ankle, keeping Wulf motionless for Brooks to come into the ring and drop an elbow across the back of the neck.

Dick Morosi: With that said, I’m impressed. Matthews and Brooks, after the early hiccup, have been able to wrestle their kind of match. They’ve kept Lenton on the apron, and kept Wulf in the ring. For all we’ve said about TROUBLE’s tag team acumen, let’s be honest - they are at their best when it’s all four guys in the ring and a brawl. Matthews and Brooks are avoiding that eventuality at all costs.

Justin Brooks picks Wulf up across his shoulders, and slits a thumb across his throat. Chuck Matthews hits the ring, charging Steve Lenton in what seems an effort to take out the Big L, but Lenton drops levels, burying his shoulder in Chuck’s gut.

Seth Ericson: Brooks has the Hook N Ladder set up!

Lenton leapfrogs Chuck, and takes two strides across the ring before leaping to NAIL Brooks in the jaw with a huge bicycle kick! Wulf tumbles to the canvas from the impact, but Justin Brooks is in far less good shape.

Dick Morosi: The Big L making himself known in this contest in a big, BIG way!

Matthews recovers, and tries to size Lenton up for the Hollywood Impact, but Lenton snatches Chuck mid-lunge and sends him ass over teakettle, courtesy of the L-Plex! Matthews hits the mat and bounces out under the bottom rope, as the official has officially lost all control of the contest.

Seth Ericson: This is where TROUBLE’s at their best! Lenton used the chaos to buy Wulf time, but the Bar Room Hero’s gonna have to make the tag!

Lenton is back to the apron, quick as a flash, exhorting Wulf to make the tag. Erikssen has to crawl over the downed body of Justin Brooks to do it, but Justin is able to snatch the ankle, pulling back desperately even as Wulf kicks at the head of Big Bad Brooks, finally freeing his ankle for one big lunge.

Dick Morosi: Matthews is trying to get back to his corner! No one’s there to stop Erikssen!

Hand on hand echoes throughout the RIMAC as Wulf tags in Lenton. The Big L gets right back in the ring, where Justin Brooks is trying to pull himself up in the corner. Lenton flattens Brooks in the corner with a big avalanche, and lets out a roar to the crowd.

Seth Ericson: This is, pardon the pun, TROUBLE for the Matthews/Brooks team!

Chuck Matthews rolls back into the squared circle. He homes in on Lenton, and waistlocks the bigger man, executing a German suplex, dumping the Big L on his head. The official continues to try in vain to control the contest, but Matthews seems to ignore him. Seeing Wulf Erikssen recovering on the apron, Matthews launches into a spinning heel kick!

The blow catches Erikssen on the jaw, sending him flying off the apron, and careening into the guardrail at terminal speed.

Dick Morosi: But just as quick, Chuck Matthews, the illegal man, able to turn things back in his favor! He implied heavily that this sort of chaotic environment would suit him just fine, and that seems to be the gospel truth!

Brooks begins to shake free the cobwebs. Realizing that Chuck has given him a two on one advantage, Justin moves quickly to cover the downed Lenton. With two legal men in the ring, the official drops to count.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Seth Ericson: It’s not often that one offensive move keeps the Big L down for two, but Chuck caught that German suplex high and tight.

Dick Morosi: Brooks knows he’s got to get the win now, while Wulf’s still out of it.

Stacey hovers over Erikssen on the floor, doing her best to get Wulf back up and ready to fight. Justin makes the tag to Chuck, who enters the ring immediately. Grabbing the downed Lenton, Matthews sets him up, and lifts the larger Lenton up for a piledriver.

Seth Ericson: Deceptive strength there from Matthews!

Brooks is there, too, to help steady Lenton’s weight...and then push down on Steve’s boots to complete the stuff piledriver. Matthews goes for the cover, and only once Brooks leaves the ring does the official drop down.

Dick Morosi: The piledriver got spiked! Erikssen’s nowhere in sight!

ONE!


TWO!


THR--NO!

Seth Ericson: Referee says two! I didn’t see a kickout, though!

Dick Morosi: Lenton got the foot on the rope! The positioning in the corner was just a hair off!

Foot on the rope or not, Steve Lenton is in a bad way. Matthews drags him free of the corner, and then covers again, cinching the leg tight.

ONE!


TWO!


THR--KICKOUT!

Seth Ericson: Matthews forcing another kickout - and forcing the Big L to use energy. Lenton’s taken two big, HEAVY, high impact moves since entering the ring, both focused on the head and neck!

Matthews lifts the Big L back up, clapping on a front facelock. From there, he takes Lenton right back down to the canvas with a picture-perfect swinging neckbreaker. Chuck immediately drops into another cover, cinching the leg deep.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO! KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: Another kickout from Lenton! Steve’s hanging tough, but Matthews and Brooks just relentless in working him over!

Chuck tags out again, quickly, bringing Justin Brooks back into the ring. With Lenton down and hurt, Justin sees his chance again, fireman’s carrying the Big L.

Seth Ericson: Here we go again! Hook N Ladder - and there’s no Wulf Erikssen to save him!

Lenton, for his part, kicks and struggles, finally managing to land down behind Big Bad Brooks. Steve pushes, hard, sending Brooks careening into the turnbuckle headfirst. Both men fall to the canvas, and Lenton looks up - to see Wulf Erikssen, making his way back up to the apron, arm extended for the tag.

Dick Morosi: Wulf’s back in the game! Lenton needs the tag - the momentum will shift 180 degrees of Erikssen gets back in this!

Seth Ericson: Are you sure about that? He took a beating in there - and he damn near split his head open on the guardrail courtesy of Chuck Matthews.

Lenton crawls, as does Justin Brooks, who grabs hold of Lenton a split-second too late. The Big L makes the tag, and a fired up Wulf Erikssen enters the ring, prying Lenton off of his partner.

Dick Morosi: We’re about to find out!

Erikssen hits a pair of jabs, and then winds up. The crowd knows what’s coming, and roars out “FALCON!” as Wulf follows through with his version of the Superman Punch, screaming out “PAUNCH!” to complete the move.

Seth Ericson: Erikssen got the Falcon Punch on Brooks! He might have knocked him out with it!

Wulf Erikssen covers Justin Brooks, and the crowd counts along.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

…

FOUR!

FIVE!

It’s just the crowd counting, though, because Chuck Matthews has the official all kinds of tied up, complaining about his counts and hairstyle.

Dick Morosi: This is over, but Matthews has the referee distracted!

Chuck finally lets the official go. As the referee returns to the pinning predicament, Matthews slips a pair of brass knuckles out of his tights and onto his hand. By the time the official gets there, Wulf has given up on the cover. He sees Matthews across the ring, and knows that Chuck needs to be neutralized.

Wulf charges - and is promptly punched, full force, in the face by Matthews. Matthews drops down to the floor from the force - all the better to discard the brass knuckles on his hand, as Erikssen falls like a lightning-hit tree.

Seth Ericson: Matthews nailed him! And the referee didn’t see the knucks on his hand! That was a straight shot to the jaw!

Justin Brooks crawls over, and, seeing Wulf unconscious, makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!



THREESAVETOOLATE!

Lenton was, indeed, a fraction of a second late, which meant one thing - the end of the match.

*DING DING DING!*

David Zinkus: Your winners of this match, Chuck Matthews and Justin Brooks!

WINNER: Justin Brooks & Chuck Matthews

Brooks rolls free of the ring, collecting Matthews on the floor in the process, as Lenton appeals to the official about the infraction.

Dick Morosi: Chuck and Justin stole one here tonight, folks! It’s as plain as that!

Seth Ericson: As dishonest as it might be, the record book is going to put it down as a win!

Dick Morosi: Fair enough...let's take a commercial break and we'll be right back!

After commercial break, the scene cuts to Tom Matheny and his signature sheepish smile as he stands in front of a television bearing the animated logo of EXPRO on FX. Once he gets his cue, EXPRO's ace interviewer begins to speak...

Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, with me right now is Chandler Scott…

Chandler Scott walks into the picture to a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. Part of the crowd still supports Chandler after he stood side by side with close friend Jonathan Collins and the rest of the Sekigun. But the other half still boos Chandler for his refusal to fight a certain Gods & Monsters member.

Tom Matheny: Chandler, you’ve got a huge match coming up against “The Perfect Evil” Daisuke Iwakuma. This is arguably one of your toughest opponents since coming to EXODUS....

Chandler nods his head, acknowledging the damage that Daisuke is capable of both in and out of the ring.

Tom Matheny: I’m sure you’re focused on him, so I’d hate to throw you off your game with this. But I’ve got to ask… just what is going on between you and Savannah Taylor?

Chandler immediately looks off to the side and smirks at the mention of her name.

Tom Matheny: We all saw what happened nearly a month ago during the Triple Threat Match between the two of you and Samantha Raine. It’s no secret that the two of you have “gotten acquainted” with each other outside of EXODUS. And during the all out war at Long Way Down, there were three different times when the two of you didn’t even want to fight each other in that match. It was definitely an awkward situation to watch. So I could only imagine what was going through your head when all this was taking place.

Chandler rubs his forehead as he recalls that night.

Chandler Scott: Yeah, awkward would probably be an understatement. You know, going into that match, I said all the right things. I tried to convince everyone that I’d be committed 110% percent. But all of that changed once I found myself in that ring and saw her staring across the ring from me. After all those times when I ended up tagging out or she ended up tagging out, I thought there was a mutual understanding. But I knew I couldn’t let my fee--... I knew that regardless of what I was thinking, I had to do the right thing. For my partners. For the Sekigun and for EXODUS as a whole. I tried to force myself to fight her. I really did. But when I approached her that last time, Tom, and I saw that look in her eyes… when she pushed me away from her and kept shaking her head, I knew I couldn’t go through with it. I knew I had to go back on my words to Jonathan, Chris and Steve. So I tried to tag out and let Steve or Jon deal with her. But the next thing I know, I’m getting rolled up for the three count.

Tom Matheny: Sounds like you were taken for a ride.

Chandler raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side, as if to say, “Yeah, well…”

Tom Matheny: It certainly looked like that’s how you felt. I’m no lip reader. But it looked as though Savannah was trying to apologize to you. But you didn’t want to hear any of it. You didn’t even want to be interviewed by me when I tried to catch you backstage. Is that accurate?

Chandler Scott: That’s pretty accurate. There were a lot of emotions running through my head at that point. I was embarrassed. Ashamed. I was angry at her. But most of all, I was angry at myself. I allowed myself to be put in that situation. I let myself be vulnerable. I let my guard down and ultimately paid the price for it. Had I been thinking with the head above my waist, none of that probably would have happened.

Tom Matheny: So it’s safe to say that you pretty much want nothing to do with her after this, right?

Chandler purses his lips.

Chandler Scott: I mean… that’s what I thought. But I was talking to Angela Jameson recently and she brought up a very good point. Instead of assuming, maybe I should try and see both sides.

Tom Matheny: See both sides? I don’t mean to overstep my boundaries, but what happened at Long Way Down seems pretty cut and dry to me.

Chandler Scott: It did to me, too, Tom. But maybe Angela is right. She says she’s been in this situation before. So maybe I need to do a little more investigating. Maybe I need to get all the facts before writing people off.

Chandler stops and thinks for a moment as the camera looks at him before we cut back to Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: You have to wonder just how Chandler Scott is really taking this.

Seth Ericson: Whether he wants to admit it or not, Chandler Scott has Savannah Taylor in his head. He's going to have to find a way to exercise that ghost quick if he's going to get past her, and maybe even Daisuke Iwakuma tonight.

Dick Morosi: He's not the only one who's going to need to have eyes in the back of their head tonight. Abby Park is going one on one with Christian Kane, and you know she has to still be looking out for Johnny Cannon! Let's head to the ring for this match!

INTERNATIONAL TITLE #1 CONTENDER'S MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE VS. ABBY PARK



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 Kane 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: Now coming to ring…hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada….CHRISTIAN KANE!

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.

The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in.



"Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music.



Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear.



Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell.



Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end.

Dick Morosi: We are ready for a sure fire barn-burner, as Abby Park takes on Christian Kane.

Seth Ericson: Christian Kane has to beat Abby if he wants to march towards that International Title shot against Lexy Chapel.

Park and Kane go head-to-head with Park initiating the grapple and Kane pushing her back with pure power! Park stumbles backwards as Kane stands up straight with his hands on his hips.

Seth Ericson: Christian Kane, proudly bragging about his power game!

Dick Morosi: Well sure. But to be fair Abby Park IS giving up about eight inches in height and one-hundred-thirty-three pounds…kind of easy to overpower someone with that kind of size differential.

Park cautiously gets to her feet as Kane approaches her and locks up again. Kane picks her up into the air with a suplex, but Park slips out the back door! Kane turns around, and gets blasted by a dropkick to the face!

Seth Ericson: Ouch! Look at him reeling after that shot!

Park doesn’t look though, instead continuing the onslaught with a double axe handle smash to the back followed by a chop block to the knee in quick succession! Kane crumples under the impact of the combo, and Park hooks the far leg. Chris Dawson drops down in perfect position to count.

ONE!..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Park gets back to her feet and stomps Kane to keep him down. A sickening, vicious stomp to the chest has Kane reeling, and a second stomp has him trying to cover up! Park stomps him a third time, but stops, and instead moves around to his head and sends the final stomp to the Canadian’s face! Kane covers up his face spark points to the corner. She climbs up on the top rope and stands straight up, staring down at Kane. She points at him and jumps – she drops the beg leg across Kane’s throat! Park recoils from her hard landing before crawling to Kane and covering him with a lateral press. Chris counts the fall.

Dick Morosi: What a move by Abby! Beautiful execution.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

Seth Ericson: Kane still managed to dig down deep and KICKOUT though!

Park looks up and holds up three fingers but Chris insists it was just a two count. She looks back at Kane who is just starting to stand up. Park jumps to her feet and “helps” pull Kane up, but Kane responds by taking Park to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep! Park screams out as Kane falls back to the mat, breathing heavily.

Dick Morosi: That was just to buy time and let Kane catch his breath!

Seth Ericson: Looked more like desperation to me.

Park clutches her back as the sting from the move is real, while Kane pushes himself to his feet. He looks over at Park and smirks. He lays a single stomp to Park’s chest, to which Park howls out in pain! A second stomp which only enhances the howl! And finally a third stomp, but Kane stops. He moves over to Park’s head, and delivers the third stomp with brutal accuracy to the bridge of Park’s nose! Park holds her face in both hands as she lets out a scream…although it was hard to hear since her hands muffled the sound quite a bit.

Seth Ericson: Kane got to return the favor with stomps of his own!

Dick Morosi: Park looks like she got the worse of the two of them, by far!

Kane calls Chris over as he drops down on top of Park, hooking the far leg in the process.

ONE!

TWO!

……NO!

Abby Park won't die! She refuses to quit, and as he starts to get her up, looking to go for the SSK, the referee is distracted by the arrival of Quinton Goodrich! Goodrich starts to yell at the referee as he starts to get on the apron, both Kane and the official telling him to go away. While the two are distracted, Johnny Cannon slides into the ring and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick to Park! Kane turns around to see it, delivering a huge SSK to Cannon that sends him flying out of the ring, and now he looks at Park, conflicted! It's only for moment before he goes to make the cover!

ONE!


TWO!





THREE! Christian Kane has won this under controversial circumstances, whether he wanted it or not!

WINNER: Christian Kane

Dick Morosi: Christian Kane pulled off a victory under dubious circumstances, but you have to wonder just how happy he is with it.

Seth Ericson: Kane is going to welcome the match whether he likes it or not, but it's clear that he's got a future date with Lexy Chapel for that International Title...it's going to be interesting to see where it goes from here.

Dick Morosi: While he celebrates that victory, let's take a commercial break. We'll be right back!

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.

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.

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Tokyo, Japan...THE MASKED SALARYMAN!

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



The somber tones of "All Saints Day" ring out through the arena as Simon Reed makes his way to the ring. He gives only the slightest of acknowledgment to the crowd as he rounds to make his way up the steps. He pauses on the apron momentarily to wipe his boots before ducking between the ropes, stepping inside with a flourish. He heads to the hard camera side, stepping up on the middle strand with one foot and raising a fist to the crowd as the hint of a smirk plays across his lips, fading as quickly as it came when he hops down and brusquely heads to his corner to do his usual regimen of pre-match stretches.

NORMAL MATCH
The Masked Salaryman vs. Simon Reed

The bell sounds and The Masked Salaryman wastes no time as he charges towards Simon Reed and runs right through him with a leaping shoulder block! Salaryman picks a stunned Reed up to his feet and throws him halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. Salaryman quickly goes for the pin.

Dick Morosi: What strength!

Seth Ericson: He nearly threw Reed to the other side of the building!

ONE!..

TWO!..

KICKOUT!

Salaryman picks Reed back up to his feet again and delivers a headbutt before he Irish Whips him into the ropes and bends down for a back body drop, but Reed counters by kicking Salaryman in the chest. Reed runs back off the ropes for momentum and goes for a flying forearm smash, but Salaryman is able to catch him in mid air and drop him down hard with a spinebuster. Salaryman goes for another pin on Reed.

Seth Ericson: Salaryman almost drove Reed through the canvas with that spinebuster!

ONE!..

TWO!..

KICKOUT!

Salaryman shows his power as he lifts Reed off the ground and into the air with two hands with gorilla press before he tosses him into the corner. Salaryman begins to chop away at the chest of Reed, who manages to stop the assault by raking the eyes of Salaryman. Reed heads up to the top rope, but Salaryman recovers in time to grab Reed while he's up there and hoist him up onto his shoulders for the S5!

Dick Morosi: The Masked Salaryman calls that move "Super Sensational Sake Shooter Special"!

Salaryman goes for the cover and the referee counts.

ONE!..

TWO!..

THREE!..

David Zinkus: The winner of this match, The Masked Salaryman!

WINNER: THE MASKED SALARYMAN

Dick Morosi: The train keeps on rolling! The Masked Salaryman gets a huge win on his FX debut!

Seth Ericson: I don't know who this guy is...besides being The Masked Salaryman, but he's looking real impressive!

Dick Morosi: And now as he celebrates, let's go backstage!

We come backstage after an exciting match, where we once again sit in a fine dressing room. It's dark and candles are lit all around as a man sits in a chair, kendo stick in his hands. Smirking as he looks down, the focus is clear soon enough that it's a familiar and undesirable face to EXODUS fans, Daisuke Iwakuma. At his feet, on her perfect knees, is Audrey Lloris.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Do you have faith, Ms. Lloris? Do you believe in HATE?

Audrey smiles adoringly up at Daisuke, her hands on his legs. She does as she is told always, the ever-adoring servant to her master.

Audrey Lloris: Always, my liege. I always believe in HATE.

Daisuke looks down at her, taking her hand as he nods.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I once made you break your own finger to prove your loyalty to me. Are you ready for your next test?

Audrey Lloris: Of course, my liege. I'm ready. What will you have me do?

Daisuke Iwakuma: Remove your blazer.

Audrey keeps her eyes on him as she deftly unbuttons her blazer, removing it finally.

Without hesitation, Daisuke reaches over and produces a kendo stick, looking down at her.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I am leading us toward peace, Audrey. Through this madness, I am bringing us all an era of serenity where I am king. However, to know peace, you must know suffering. And you, Audrey, have you ever truly suffered?

Audrey nods her head as she sits up on her knees, eyes bright and shining but also slightly crazed. She was willing to do anything and go the extra mile.

Audrey Lloris: Yes, master. I have suffered greatly.

Daisuke Iwakuma: And you will suffer tonight, just to truly know I am the way.

Daisuke doesn't hesitate to rear back before slamming the kendo stick into the woman's back.

Daisuke Iwakuma: You will deliver the message to the Collins family that they will suffer as the leaves turn to ash and The Autumn Effect is on us!

Audrey stares into her master's face intently, she doesn't notice the stick wielding above her until the sharp snap against her skin and the searing pain registered in her mind. She screamed loudly before she fell into a heap on the floor.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Get up.

She still doesn't, and he sneers as he looks down again.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I said...GET UP!

Audrey whimpers in pain but inhales sharply, hearing his anger. She never wants to make him angry or upset. Slowly, she pushes herself to sit up before tilting her head back, peering up at him through the dark curtain of her hair.

Audrey Lloris: Ye--yes, Master?

With that, Daisuke slams the cane against her back one more time, showing no remorse for his actions towards the delicate woman who has devoted her life to serving him.

Daisuke Iwakuma: And you will go to them tonight and tell them that is but a fraction of the pain that awaits the Seraph and the Saint. Is that clear?

Audrey grits her teeth as she sees the glint of evil in her master's eyes before the second blow lashes her skin. She bites her lip tightly, blood welling on her lips as she arches her back and tightens her body to take the blow again.

Audrey Lloris: Yes. It's clear.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Good. Now get ready, you have a match to accompany me for.

Audrey nods her head slowly, watching him step around her and walk away. Slowly, she pulls herself up to her feet and sways before she watches his retreating back, the smile of adoration curving her lips before we fade to commercial.

Dick Morosi: Folks, we've had a hell of a night, but we're hoping you have it in you to give it your all to enjoy just one more match.

Seth Ericson: And tonight we're going to have an amazing main event. It's Gods & Monsters against the Sekigun...next!



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 shows no mercy as they are only happy to voice their extreme displeasure 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!"

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is your MAIN EVENT of Long Way Down! It is an 8-man Elimination Tag! Introducing first, the team of the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion Savannah Taylor, "The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd, Lady Magdalena, and Christum Furor...the faction known as GODS & MONSTERS!

The crowd inside of the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino erupt into the loudest chorus of boos imaginable as the figures of The Last Magician Sally Talfourd and the San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor make their way out from behind the curtain. Both stand at the top of the ramp and look around at the crowd before Sally goes to the left and Savannah goes to the right. They both point to the curtains and out from behind emerges the reigning EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight champion Christum Furor, alongside the newest member, Lady Magdalena. Christum steps out and to the center of the stage, his head cast downward and his title fastened around his waist. After a few seconds of standing there, he unfastens his belt and clutches it in his right hand, his arms jutting out to the sides and his gaze turning skyward. He returns the belt to his right shoulder and his head to normal as he leads his two faithful disciples, the pillars of his New Age, down to the ring. Quickly, the quartet enters and look around, getting boos from all over the RIMAC, even more than before considering many G&M fans have turned their back on Furor and company for selling out.

Dick Morosi: Gods & Monsters have made no friends, Seth, and now I'm starting to wonder what Furor's next move is.

Seth Ericson: Simple. Tonight, you beat Jonathan Collins and the Sekigun. Take Jon out first and rip out the heart of the company.

The group starts to gather and stir, and suddenly...the lights blacken, only a few blue lights starting to pulse along the entrance way, flashing in time with the drums of the familiar anthem for the new iteration of the EXODUS Sekigun. "Can't Kill Us" by The Glitch Mob continues to play, all building up while you can see several fans have brought blue lights to help add to the hope in the darkness, all as the song builds up, the lights flashing on as the song explodes! The crowd goes crazy as standing out alone at the entrance first is Jonathan Collins in a black and darker blue variation of his ring and entrance attire, soon joined by Chris Strike, Chandler Scott, and Steve Lenton! All of them seem to be in the motif of wearing blue as they start making their way down the aisle. The four slowly make their way down the ramp and aisle before sliding in, Gods & Monsters dispersing before the Sekigun stops to pose, blue streamers everywhere!

David Zinkus: And their opponents! They are the team of "The Big L" Steve Lenton, "The War Machine" Chris Strike, and the team of Chandler Scott and Jonathan Collins....THE EXODUS SEKIGUN!

Dick Morosi: Seth, look at it! This crowd is firmly behind the Sekigun!

Seth Ericson: Dick, this crowd will either go crazy tonight when the Sekigun wins, or this might be the last nail in that coffin. Personally, and I rarely say this...but I'm hoping for the former.

Both sides are huddled in their respected corners, discussing last minute tactics before the battle commences. At last, Christum Furor steps forth from the Gods & Monsters corner, eager to begin the match. He begins taunting the Sekigun, and each member seems determined to start the match, but it is Steve Lenton who pushes his way to the forefront as the crowd goes wild.

Dick Morosi: The Big L wants in first!

Seth Ericson: Who doesn’t want in first? But the crowd—WOW! They are going wild right now!

Dick Morosi: It looks like he is the people’s choice to begin this match… AND THERE’S THE BELL! HERE WE GO!

The pair begins with a traditional collar and elbow tie up, both of them jockeying for an advantage. Things seem quite even for a moment until Lenton uses his height and strength advantage to throw Furor across the ring, to the approval of the fans in attendance. Furor bounces into the corner, looking seriously aggravated by what has just happened. He screams at the fans, telling them to shut up as he dusts himself off. But the fans only cheer louder as Lenton strikes a pose in victory.

Seth Ericson: He just tossed the World Champion like a ragdoll!

Dick Morosi: And the EXODUS faithful loves it! The Big L with the huge power advantage, arguably the strongest man in Ex-Pro history!

They clash again, going back to tie up. Lenton seems to be gaining the advantage again, but Christum throws a sharp knee to Lenton’s lower area that the referee misses. The crowd boos loudly as Steve is stunned by the low blow. The World Champion quickly charges at Lenton, easily overpowering him with a series of blows to the face. Christum continues to drive a series of punches to Lenton's face until his back is in the turnbuckle.

Seth Ericson: The champ is just vicious!

Dick Morosi: He wants to end the Sekigun once and for all tonight, and it’s his best opportunity as his New Age is facing up against four of its most prominent members.

Furor begins stomping away at the Big L, each boot becoming more and more ferocious. The crowd are fully behind The Big L, willing him to get up and fight back. But Furor is relentless, forcing the referee to begin making a five count. As the ref gets to four, he suddenly backtracks as Furor begins stalking him.

Seth Ericson: Not even the referee is safe!

Dick Morosi: I have no doubt about that, he is a brave man to try and get inbetween Christ—OH MY GOD!

Seth Ericson: 3:00 outta nowhere!

The audience are on their feet after Lenton sprung out of the blocks, pouncing upon his opponent and sending him flying across the ring in a desperation move. Furor is lucky, however, as he bounces right into his own corner and into a quick tag from Sally Talfourd! The former Last Magician gets right into the action, nailing the recovering Lenton with a sharp single leg dropkick, followed by another, then another. Lenton is dazed by the much smaller, yet much quicker Talfourd, who pulls The Big L up and sends him right back down with an Implant Buster.

Dick Morosi: Big trick out of the bag there by the former Magician!

Seth Ericson: And a tag to Savannah Taylor. Smart tactics by G&M, I’m afraid to say!

Dick Morosi: And quickly to the top she goes!

Savannah knew exactly what she wanted to do and lands beautifully onto the Big L with a stunning Frog Splash and cover.

ONE…

TWO…

But Lenton kicks out! His teammates had obvious faith in him as they didn’t move a muscle. Taylor keeps on the assault with a smooth standing moonsault.

ONE…

TWO…

Another kickout by Lenton. But Taylor isn’t finished. She waits for her moment, stalking the Big L as he tries to get up.

Seth Ericson: CURBSTOMP!

Dick Morosi: And another cover!

ONE…

TWO…

THR--

Seth Ericson: Not this time!

Dick Morosi: But brilliant tactics by G&M. Keep the big man grounded, quick tags and make him use up his energy with regular covers. The champion has obviously given a smart team talk before the battle, much to the dismay of the Sekigun and the EXODUS faithful.

Savannah takes this opportunity to tag out to Lady Magdalena, who dives right on Lenton and begins dealing some vile punches to the back of his head, following it up by grabbing his head and ramming her knees right into his face. Lenton is trying to force his way up, but Mags keeps on striking.

Seth Ericson: The Big L is trying his best out there!

Dick Morosi: He sure can overpower The Fair Lady, but those knees of hers are lethal. Pretty sure Steve’s nose is bust.

Seth Ericson: Words have been quite personal between these two over the past few weeks, doubt this is what Lenton had in mind for their encounter though.

Magdalena continues with her knee strikes, Lenton trying to block them. He defends one, then another slips through, defends another, then one knocks him square in the jaw. The Black Swan begins to pull Lenton back towards her corner, but Lenton remains steadfast.

Dick Morosi: Lenton is trying something here. He can’t let Magdalena drag him into G&M’s corner. Doing so could mean an early elimination for one of EXODUS’ favorites!

Lenton begins to block more than what he receives, using those massive arms of his as a shield. Magdalena seems to be tiring, looking over to her corner for a split second like she is ready for a tag. Lenton uses this brief and uncharacteristic lapse in concentration to his advantage, diving for a tag. But Mags manages to grab his heels just in time.

Seth Ericson:So close there, but the Black Swan was right on him!

Lenton manages to kick Magdalena off with his feet, powering through to push her to the ropes! She bounces right back into his waiting arms, and with all his remaining strength flips her over his head with a belly to belly suplex!

Dick Morosi: But Mags lands right on her feet! Brilliant agility there!

Seth Ericson: And she turns into… BLITZ!!! BLITZ!!! BLITZ!!!

Dick Morosi: And Magdalena is crumbled on the mat now! Can Lenton make the tag?

Lenton is there on the mat, reaching out with all he has, blood pouring from his nostrils from the vile and punishing strikes. Magdalena is beginning to stir herself, clutching her ribs as she does so. He’s reaching out, but Mags grabs his leg!

Seth Ericson: But he makes the tag! Barely makes it right to…

Dick Morosi: CHRIS STRIKE!

Strike dives into the ring, but stops suddenly as he realizes Magdalena isn’t going for a tag.

Seth Ericson: Now… this is awkward! Are the star crossed lovers going to do battle?

Dick Morosi: I’m sure Strike is. Not so sure about Magdalena though.

Both of them pause, simply staring at each other. The crowd are slowly growing silent, quite unsure what is going to happen.

Seth Ericson: I-I have no idea what is going to happen here. Magdalena is clearly infatuated with Strike, and we all know what happened between the pair a few weeks ago. But Strike, he has been silent on the matter since then. He hasn’t spoken a word about this entire situation.

Dick Morosi: Well, we are going to find out. Mags claims they are engaged, and… is she wearing a diamond ring? Damn, how has the ref not spotted that? No wonder those punches did so much damage to Lenton. She is armed!

Magdalena makes the first move, a simple step forward to her supposed fiancé, a sweet yet ever so sly grin upon her face. One step, then another until she is face to face with Strike, who simply glares at her. She then wraps her slender arms around his neck as the crowd begins to boo. The booing then intensifies as she plants her lips upon him!

Seth Ericson: And there’s what they call the ‘French Liplock’, a devastating submission move!

Dick Morosi: Shut up, Seth!

Strike simply stands there, seemingly not responding. Magdalena gives him a little wink, flashing her engagement ring at Strike before sliding back and tagging in Sally Talfourd. This motions Strike into life as Talfourd charges in, only to be met with a perfect rolling wheel kick as the crowd goes wild!

Seth Ericson:That’s more like it!

Talfourd pops right back up, meeting a firm roundhouse from Strike, followed by a Shotei! She bounces down, before rolling away to tag in Savannah Taylor. Taylor sees that lightning does strike twice when it concerns the former God of Thunder as he repeats the same trio of moves on her. Wheel kick, Roundhouse, Shotei. The crowd are chanting Strike’s name now, and as Savannah flees to the corner, Strike draws a line in the sand and begs Furor to come and cross it.

Dick Morosi: He’s taunting the World Champion now! But Furor isn’t making the tag, Savannah is reaching, but he isn’t taking it.

Seth Ericson: The anticipation is at fever pitch now. They wanna see this!

Furor begins laughing mightily at Strike, who is growing frustrated by Furor’s reluctance to enter the ring… But is distracted enough by it all to miss Talfourd diving in with the Winter Rain! And then all hell breaks loose!

Dick Morosi: IT’S ALL OUT WAR!!!

Seth Ericson:O…M…G!

Jonathan Collins is the first to charge in, violently knocking down Talfourd with the Parallax Shock! This brings on wave upon wave of assaults. Taylor is pushed forward by Furor, and she charges into Jon, who gets taken down by Savannah’s The Gamble, Taylor gets taken down and turned inside out with a Game Changer from Lenton, then Lenton is knocked senseless by a Brain Aneurysm from Furor, who is sent flying over the top from a Harvard Hammer from Chandler Scott! Everyone is on the outside, fighting and brawling and punching and kicking right next to the barricades. Anything and everything is being used as a weapon, the barricades, tables, the ring posts, the steps.

Dick Morosi: The ref has lost complete control over this match! It’s hell on earth right now.

Seth Ericson: And Strike is still out in the centre of the ring… Oh Christ, here comes Mags!

Magdalena has begun to crawl on all fours towards the fallen Strike, licking her lips as she does so. It’s anarchy outside the ring, Jonathan Collins showing an incredible and uncharacteristic mean streak as he slams Talfourd down onto the ring steps. Taylor knocks Lenton into the barricade with a Yakuza Kick, only to be responded with a Game Changer. Scott and Furor are literally battering each other with stiff shots to the head, Scott gaining the advantage with some hard European uppercuts.

Dick Morosi: All is well for the Sekigun on the outside, playing Gods and Monsters at their own game.

Seth Ericson: But now Magdalena is on top of Strike!

Indeed, Mags has crawled right on top of Strike, attempting to wake him up by whispering something in his ear. She straddles him now, a look of pure ecstasy upon her elfin face. As Strike begins to awaken, the first thing he sees is her. He panics then pushes her off of him, causing her to laugh hysterically before blowing him a kiss.

Dick Morosi: She is just a completely different kettle of fish!

Seth Ericson: I thought the French were frogs?

Magdalena struts right over to Strike, hips swaying to and fro as she takes him by the hand, motioning for the back.

Dick Morosi: Is Mags… Is she suggesting that they just up and leave?

Seth Ericson: To be honest with you, I would. It’s mayhem out here and I don’t care how crazy that broad is, she’s gotta be giving Strike something special for him to be so conflicted like this!

She takes him by the hand, a broad smile upon her face as she begins to lead him out of the ring… But Strike doesn’t budge. Instead he grips Mags by the hand tightly.

Dick Morosi: Wait a minute… WAIT A MINUTE!

Mags pauses, her face growing a whiter shade of pale as she gulps. She slowly turns to her ‘love’, who is grinning like a maniac.

Seth Ericson: KESAGIRI CHOP!!

Dick Morosi: A spinning one at that! Thank God for Strike! And Mags goes right down to the mat!

The crowd are going mental at this, cheering Strikes name as Mags retreats to the corner, tears streaming down her face. Strike just glares at the sobbing Black Swan, screaming ‘No More!’ Magdalena begins to rock back and forth, crying hysterically.

Seth Ericson: About time!

Dick Morosi: You were saying he should go for it!

Seth Ericson: No, I was saying I should go for it! There’s a difference.

Dick Morosi: But—LOOK OUT!

Strike is floored from behind by Christum Furor, Chris’ head bouncing off of the ring post as he crumples to the mat. Strike is soon up though, the ref having sorted some semblance of order is back in the ring and clearly states that Furor is the legal man. But at this moment, Collins tags himself in.

Seth Ericson: Strike was lucky to get out of there, he was in trouble. But here comes the boss!

The pair just stare daggers into each other for what seems like an age. Suddenly, both men dive forward, locking up collar and elbow in the middle of the ring. Collins immediately slips behind Furor, wrapping one arm around the torso and trying to get another around the neck, but Christum locks onto the arm around the torso, wrenching at Jon’s elbow. Jon nails a couple of elbows into Furor, then quickly pushes ‘Christ Madness’ away into the ropes to break the hold. As Collins ducks down for the Body Drop, Furor sees it coming and leapfrogs, rebounding off the opposite ropes and ducking the Zero Hour!

Dick Morosi: Sooo close!

He rebounds once more, and comes back charging at Collins, only to be met with a massive Spinning Heel Kick, taking Furor both by surprise and clear off of his feet. Collins quickly capitalises, locking Furor in a Headlock as he starts to stand and dragging him into the Sekigun corner, where his team are ready and waiting, allowing Lenton to get the blind tag into the match. Jon knows what he’s planning and ducks down as The Big L slingshots over him, nailing Air L, going right for a pin on the G&M Messiah!

Seth Ericson: Here comes the pin!

ONE...

TW-…

Dick Morosi: Nowhere near enough, but great teamwork there from the Sekigun!

Furor kicks out with minimal effort, rolling straight through and onto his feet. Lenton charges once more, but is met with a swift kick to the face from Furor. The Big L stumbles back into his corner and a tag from Strike! Strike gets right in there with flying fists, but they come right back at him from Furor. They are back and forth, back and forth. Furor begins to get the advantage and whips him to the ropes. He catches Strike coming back…

Dick Morosi: Furor has him!

Seth Ericson: BUTTERFLY EFFECT! HE HAS HIM UP!

Dick Morosi: NO! STRIKE!

Seth Ericson: HE SLIPS THROUGH!

Dick Morosi: Narukami?

Seth Ericson: NARUKAMI!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Dick Morosi: Was it?

There is a silence from the crowd, every single one of them on their feet, hand on mouth. Strike looks perplexed, Furor is glaring at the referee, both teams in each of the corners have their hands on their heads.

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… CHRISTUM FUROR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

The crowd breaks out into rapture; the building literally shakes by the ovation from the EXODUS faithful!

Seth Ericson: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

Dick Morosi: CHRIS STRIKE… CHRIS STRIKE!!!

Seth Ericson: HE JUST PINNED THE CHAMPION! THE CHAMPION IS THE FIRST TO GO! MEGA SHOCK!

It is deafening in the RIMAC, everyone going absolutely mental! Fans are throwing drinks in the air, setting streamers off, somewhere at the back a fan has set off a blue flare as the faithful chant Strike’s name! Furor is arguing with the referee, screaming that it was only a two, but the ref is having none of it! Strike is shouting at Christum, telling him to get the hell out of the ring when…

Dick Morosi: NO!

Seth Ericson: Out of nowhere!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

From the highest of highs, the crowd are stunned once more into silence.
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… CHRIS STRIKE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Dick Morosi: That… T-that witch!

Strike is laid out, Magdalena laid on top of him wailing away like a banshee as she cries her eyes out, ripping clumps of hair from her head.

Seth Ericson: Our Lady Peace… Magdalena just ran in and nailed Strike.

Dick Morosi: For the first time in weeks, for just a single split second, Chris Strike took his eyes off of Lady Magdalena. And he has paid for it and paid dearly!

The silence quickly turns into boos as Furor begins to viciously stomp upon the prone Strike. This brings anarchy back to the match as everyone charges in and they all begin trading lefts and rights. In all the madness, Furor manages to pull out Strike and they begin brawling around the ringside area, security charging down to attempt to break it all up to no avail.

Seth Ericson: The Sekigun has lost its WEAPON!

Dick Morosi: And Gods & Monsters have lost their leader!

The Big L gives Sally a fierce lariat, sending her reeling back into the ropes and over. Jon tackles Savannah out of the ring as Chandler Scott takes over in the ring as the legal man and begins battering the screaming Magdalena nonstop. He screams “Shut up, bitch”, much to the amusement of the ringside fans who could pick his voice up, which breaks the mood slightly. He follows it straight up, grabbing The Fair Lady’s feet and lifting her up and sling shotting her into the turnbuckle. He makes a quick tag to Jon, who holds Mags up. Scott climbs to the second turnbuckle before leaping off and hitting her with the Harvard Hammer, folding The Black Swan in half.

ONE…

TWO…

But Sally breaks up the pin! Jon grips hold of Sally and tries to hurl her out of the ring, but she drags him with her. Chandler, no longer the legal man, stays in the ring and tries to get hold of Magdalena… But Savannah climbs through the ropes.

Seth Ericson: Now this is going to be interesting!

Dick Morosi: Unlike any of the others in this match, these two are not exactly enemies.

The pair of them stare at each other for a second, quite unsure what to do. The look of doubt on each of their faces is apparent to everyone in attendance.

Seth Ericson: Which one is going to make a move? Will it be Chandler or Savannah?

Both of them back up, exiting the ring at their respected corners, Lenton looking confused by all of it. The ref has managed to split Jon and Sally up, but just barely after Jon began ramming Talfourd into the ring post.

Seth Ericson: Well… that was a cop out!

Dick Morosi: Not entirely sure what is happening between those two, but I sure know what is happening with Collins! He is showing a mean streak I haven’t seen from him before right now!

Collins slides back into the ring, a moment too late though as Mags has managed to reach her corner and tag Savannah into the match. Taylor leaps off of the top rope, taking Jon down with a Dragonrana!

Seth Ericson: Welcome to Sin City, Jonathan Collins!

Jon staggers back up and is met with a quick fire DDT from Savannah Taylor. The San Diego Bay champion looks for the Ace of Spades, but is kicked off by the Saint of Violence. Collins suddenly kips up and goes for the Zero Hour, but Taylor pulls a page out of the Matrix, using her flexibility to lean right back to avoid the move. Jon spins right around and is floored with the Siren’s Song!

ONE…

TWO…

THR--…

Dick Morosi: Dammit!

Seth Ericson: No! Chandler Scott in the nick of time to save his fellow Godfather!

Chandler Scott got there just in time, breaking the pinfall and possibly Taylor’s heart in the process. He goes back to his corner, only to be slapped on the back by the recovering Collins. Reluctantly he climbs into the ring to face the Las Vegas Blonde.

Dick Morosi: Scott has been pulled back into this!

Seth Ericson: Take two!

Savannah looks on at Chandler, then decides against it and tags in Sally Talfourd.

Dick Morosi: Again?

Seth Ericson: I don’t think they’re going to fight each other, Dick!

Sally comes after Scott, using her speed to slide through his legs, then onto his shoulders into a Victory Roll!

ONE…

TWO…

A kick out in the nick of time! Scott swings at Talfourd with a wild clothesline, but she flips around him into a flying crucifix!

ONE…

TWO…

And another kick out by the Harvard Graduate! Sally runs to the ropes and comes back with a leg lariat, but Chandler just drops and she goes flying right over him! As she gets up he nails her hard with a Tilt-a-whirl Sidewalk Slam! He drags up up by the hair as the crowd goes wild, slamming her down to the mat with the Valediction!

ONE…

TWO…

Dick Morosi: That she-bitch Magdalena!

Seth Ericson: She moves in silence just like her brother!

The ref sends the irate Magdalena back to her corner, giving Sally vital seconds to recover. Chandler tags in Lenton. He holds her up as Lenton leaps over the top rope and goes air born with Air L! Sally looks in bad shape already as the other two G&M members scream at the referee. Steve continues the assault with a quick slam, followed by a bear hug, squeezing the life out of Sally Talfourd.

Dick Morosi: Sensible move by Lenton, keeping the much quicker and agile Talfourd grounded.


The referee checks on Sally, but she refuses to give up. Lenton knows he has her where he wants her and with the greatest of ease, he hoists her above his head for a suplex, one arm out urging the crowd to count along with him as he flexes his muscles!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Dick Morosi: What a show of strength by Lenton!

Seth Ericson: The fans are chanting the count along with him!

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX…

Dick Morosi:This is showmanship at it’s very best!

Seth Ericson:I guess this is why he is one of the most beloved stars in EXODUS right now!

SEVEN…

EIGHT…

NINE…

Dick Morosi: NO! Magdalena just dived in with a Striking Spear!

Seth Ericson: She got sick of the showboating from Lenton! This is war!

Mags has been ordered out of the ring by the referee, but Sally is lying on her front allowing The Big L to take control and exert his dominance as he swings around to the top of the South Korean, capturing her in a front facelock. But Sally rolls through, simultaneously seizing Lenton’s nearest arm. Having escaped her predicament, and he stills holds onto the captured appending and rises to his feet, whilst dragging him to a vertical base. Before Steve can even contemplate a way to protect himself, Sally rolls over him and dives for the tag to Taylor, who charges right in with a picture perfect dropkick that sends Lenton into the corner right into Scott! And the ref announces a tag!

Dick Morosi: And here comes Chandler!

Seth Ericson: But it’s against the Las Vegas Siren again!

The crowd aren’t sure how to react to this third ‘exchange’ between the two. Chandler walks right up to Savannah, staring her right in the eyes. Taylor can’t seem to look him in the face, trying to push him away whilst shaking her head. Scott seems ready to strike, but just can’t bring himself to do it. So he turns back to his corner.

Dick Morosi: WAIT!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… CHANDLER SCOTT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Seth Ericson: Savannah just rolled him up!

Dick Morosi: Scott turned his back! Savannah is actually trying to apologize to Chandler of all things!

Lenton is all fired up from this, using Savannah’s brief moment of apology to charge in with the 6:00!

Seth Ericson: WHOA!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Dick Morosi: SHE’S OUT OF HERE!

Seth Ericson: Wait, her feet are on the ropes! The ref says it’s a two count!

Lenton can’t believe she made it to the ropes, then notices Mags had pulled her leg to the ropes. With her back turned he runs to the ropes…

Dick Morosi:No… DON’T DO IT STEVE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NO!

Seth Ericson: INCOMING BLITZ!!!

Ringside is an absolute mess! The fans in Section B are all over the place, Magdalena a broken mess surrounded broken pieces of the barricade.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton just threw caution to the wind and went flying through the ropes!

Seth Ericson: And he crashed into Lady Magdalena, smashing her right through the barricade! That’s it, she’s dead! No wedding for Strike!

After checking on the fans, Lenton rolls back into the ring, his adrenaline too high to let it affect him. He grabs hold of the prone Taylor, lifting her up for the L Plex!

Dick Morosi: BLIND TAG!!!

Seth Ericson: Winter Rain!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… STEVE LENTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

The crowd boos the announcement as Talfourd rolls off of Lenton, knowing now that Jon Collins is about to face a three on one assault.

Dick Morosi: This couldn’t possibly get any worse for Jonathan Collins!

Seth Ericson: He might have a chance… MIGHT! Mags is down and out, Taylor isn’t looking so good. If he can get Sally out of the equation, he MIGHT stand a fighting chance!

Jon Collins throws caution to the wind as he charges in, clocking Sally off of the apron with a clothesline. He dives on the prone Taylor and begins to simply punch her in the head repeatedly. He then sprints to the ropes before coming down with a senton.

ONE…

TWO…

NO! A kick out by Taylor! Jon is not relenting! He pulls her up…

Dick Morosi: OMEGA 16!!!

Seth Ericson: YES!!

He has it locked in, dead centre of the ring! This is his moment! Savannah is trying to hold on… But just can’t.

Dick Morosi: This is it! Savannah is going to tap out. Jon might have a fighting chance! Come on Jon! You’re fighting for EXODUS now!

Just as she is about to tap out, the referee is pulled from the ring!

Dick Morosi: Wait… What?

Seth Ericson: Magdalena?

The ref looks around, not realizing that Mags was the one to do so as she plays possum by laying down in the debris of the smashed barricade. Which has given Talfourd the perfect opportunity to slide into the ring, steel chair in hand!

THWACK!!!

Dick Morosi: No! No! NO!

Seth Ericson: Damn that Talfourd!

She tosses the chair away, pulling Taylor, who was at this point tapping to the corner. She makes the tag then sprints to the ropes and nails Jon with the Broken Hopes!

Seth Ericson: It’s over… Damn, it’s all over!

ONE…

TWO…

THR--…

Dick Morosi: Whose that at ringside? Talfourd stopped the pin! She’s pointing at someone on the ramp! She’s going nuts!

Seth Ericson: IT’S FIONA COLLINS! FIONA IS HERE!

Talfourd is going absolutely ballistic that Fiona Collins is at ringside. Fiona is warned by the referee not to enter the ring or Jon will be DQ’ed. Instead she stands there taunting Sally, begging her to exit the ring and bring the fight to her. Talfourd just leans over the ropes hurling abuse at her.

Dick Morosi: This could end badly if Fiona steps through the ropes!

Seth Ericson: But look at Jon!

Dick Morosi: This is just the time he needs!

Seth Ericson: ZERO HOUR!!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… SALLY TALFOURD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Talfourd is then pulled right out of the ring by Fiona, and the two begin trading blows. The EXODUS faithful are going wild as the pair begin brawling by the broken barricade and into the crowd!

Dick Morosi: Sally and Fiona are brawling out into the audience! Fiona was enough distraction for Jon to get the pin! And Taylor is ripe for the beating now!

Seth Ericson: COME ON JON! YOU CAN DO IT!

Collins looks exhausted, but pulls Taylor back into the ring. He props her up into the corner, then takes a few steps back. The crowd are on their feet, knowing what is coming!


Dick Morosi: The Zero Hour! He can even this match up with this move!

Seth Ericson: Com—WHAT NOW?

The crowd’s cheers turn to boos as they see a figure at ringside staring daggers into Collins!

Dick Morosi: DAISUKE!

Seth Ericson: What does he want?

Daisuke tries to get into the ring, but the referee gets inbetween the pair of them, ordering The Perfect Evil to leave the area.

Dick Morosi: Wait… Did Daisuke slide something into the ring just then?

Seth Ericson: I didn’t see anything!

Magdalena, out of nowhere, dives into the ring to gather whatever Daisuke threw in there.

Dick Morosi: That’s… that’s a baton!

Seth Ericson: That’s no ordinary baton… That’s Andreas Lasiewicz’s baton! What the hell is Daisuke doing with that?

Dick Morosi: LOOK OUT, JON!

The crowd all begin screaming for Jon to turn around. He notices this and does so, catching The Black Swan charging at him out the corner of his eye. Out of pure instinct he spins to nail the Zero Hour!

Seth Ericson: HE GOT HER!

Dick Morosi: BUT SHE GOT HIM!

Mags sprawls to the mat, the baton going flying out her hands and out of the ring. Jon is busted wide open as he staggers backwards into the waiting arms of Savannah Taylor!

Seth Ericson: NO!

Dick Morosi: SIREN’S SONG!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

The crowd begin raining boos down on G&M as Pulse of Maggots begins to echo out into the arena.

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… JONATHAN COLLINS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Therefore… the survivors of this match, giving victory to GODS & MONSTERS… LADY MAGDALENA AND SAVANNAH TAYLOR!

Dick Morosi: Damn them! Damn them!

Seth Ericson: I… I thought Jon was going to pull it off!

Dick Morosi: You did, I did, the whole arena did! If it wasn’t for G&M’s tactics and that damn Daisuke!

Seth Ericson: I’m still in shock, Dick!

Dick Morosi: Ladies and Gentlemen, that’s all we have time for right now. There are going to be a lot of questions asked in two weeks’ time. What does this mean for EXODUS? See you soon!

The show itself ends as Daisuke looks on laughing at the fallen Saint of Violence. Magdalena and Savannah are making a sharp exit to the back as the crowd hurl trash at them. The camera picks up an image of Lasiewicz’s baton on the floor, a baton that Daisuke picks up and lifts in mocking victory.


WINNER: GODS & MONSTERS