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Dick Morosi: Interesting developments there on the side of the Sekigun.

Seth Ericson: Even more interesting how Kamijo can be found anywhere!

Dick Morosi: It's the little things like that which prove nothing is sacred here in EXODUS. The king of making things personal is about to get in the ring with two people who want to give him some serious payback next! Daisuke Iwakuma meets Angela Jameson and Wulf Erikssen next!



The fans in the arena are eagerly anticipating the next thing to happen when all of a sudden, the lights are cut off sharply, causing the fans to murmur among them as to what is happening. As they continue to wonder, a solitary guitar riff echoes throughout the arena, furthering the confusion of those in attendance. As the riff keeps playing, the clash of a bass guitar and the beat of drums chime in, and red spotlights begin to pulsate in perfect sync with the beat of the music. While this is going on, the eerie voice of Tom Araya breaks through, reaching the audience.

"An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time.

Unsuspecting victims, no warnings, no signs.

Judgment day the second coming arrives.

Before you see the light you must DIE!!!"

David Zinkus: Now approaching the ring...hailing from Savannah, Georgia...Angela Jameson!

[As soon as the final word is uttered, the loud crash of the drums and guitar signal a brilliant white light to take over the arena, truly kicking off “South of Heaven” by Slayer. Once the light fades out, it has been replaced by blood red lights. Spotlights frame the aisle and begin to pulse with the music. A few seconds pass and out from behind the curtains emerges ‘The Fallen Angel’ Angela Jameson. She steps out onto the stage, clad in her purple and black entrance robe, the hood coming down to just below her eyebrows. Her crystal blue eyes show little emotion as she stands there, surveying the scene for a moment before moving slowly down the aisle, the fans showering her with a loud chorus of boos. Her arms remain at her sides as her laser-like gaze remains focused on the ring as she climbs the steps slowly. She stands on the apron, with her back resting slightly on the ropes and glances to her right and left before reaching up with her right hand and yanking back the hood. As soon as she yanks the hood back, the lights slowly return to normal. Angela then steps through the bottom and middle ropes. Standing up tall in the ring, she quickly undoes her robe and hands it to the stagehand before slowly pacing around the ring as her music starts to fade out.]

Dick Morosi: And we are getting ready for our triple threat match as Angela Jameson gets ring inside of the ring!

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Romford, Essex, England...the BARROOM HERO...Wulk Erikssen!

The opening words of "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys echo around the arena as the entranceway becomes illuminated in red and white light. As the music kicks in, Wulf enters the arena with a bottle of beer in his hand, escorted by Stacey-X. Wulf walks about the entranceway, drinking from the bottle whilst saluting the crowd, as Stacey eggs the crowd on, clapping her hands. He then downs the remainder of the bottle, before smashing it over his head. Following this, he sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises an arm in salute to the audience, as Stacey walks down to ringside. Wulf then turns to face his opponent, cracking his knuckles as he waits.

Seth Ericson: And while Wulf is a definite fan favorite...I got my money on this man everyone wants to beat!

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



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

David Zinkus: And finally...hailing from Koto, Tokyo, Japan...Daisuke Iwakuma!



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

The bell rings, and Angela rushes over to Daisuke immediately, who catches Angela, taking her overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex. Wulf moves over to Daisuke and the two begin to trade punches before Diasuke overtakes Wulf catching him with a hard toe kick and throws him head first into the corner. Diasuke follows up by firing away with right hands in the corner before pulling Wulf into the center of the ring, by the head and dropping him hard with a Reverse DDT. Daisuke is quickly back on his feet, as is Angela and the two square off trading right hands. But knowing the strength game wasn’t in her corner, Angela gets the advantage by taking Daisuke to the mat with a back suplex after ducking under a off the mark right hand from Daisuke.

Seth Ericson: There are no alliances in tonight's match! But something is going to have to give tonight!

Angela and Wulf trade right hands and Angela, like she did with Daisuke, ducks underneath and goes to whip Wulf. But Wulf reverses, whipping Angela hard to the ropes, catching her with a hard clothesline on the return. Wulf kicks at Angela a couple of times, before turning to the rising Daisuke, catching him with two hard rights hands and tosses Daisuke into the ropes. Daisuke ducks under the clothesline attempt from the Englishman, bouncing off the ropes and catching Wulf with a yakuza kick!

Dick Morosi: The former Tag Team Champion just ate a hard boot to the head!

Before Daisuke can make a pinfall, Angela cuts him off with a Fisherman suplex, floating over into an armbar submission. Daisuke moves quickly, getting his foot on the bottom rope, forcing the break. Angela gets back to her feet quickly, kicking hard at Daisuke a couple of times before turning back to Wulf, who's still on the mat trying to shake off the effects of the Yakuza kick. Angela rushes over, hitting him with a couple hard stomps to the ribs before pulling Wulf slowly to the mat. Wulf throws a couple of right hands, but Angela blocks them easily, firing off a couple hard chops across the chest, before taking Wulf to the mat with a quick neckbreaker. Angela quickly moves over, locking Wulf into a single leg crab.

Seth Ericson: Wulf Erikssen is in some rough waters right now, just barely staying afloat.

Daisuke breaks Angela' hold with a boot to the side of the head, knocking Angela to the mat. Daisuke lays the boots into Wulf, before moving over to the rising Angela, catching her hard in the side of the head with a knee. Angela rolls under the ropes and onto the arena floor, as Daisuke pulls Wulf to his feet, pushing him hard into the corner. Daisuke lays into Wulf's ribs with several shoulder thrusts, before pulling him back to the center of the ring, dropping him hard with a full nelson slam. Daisuke gets back to his feet, moving to the corner as he measures Wulf up. Wulf moves to his feet slowly, and Daisuke charges out of the corner, drilling him with the DEVIL MAY CRY! Daisuke moves quickly, hooking a leg for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Angela breaks it up!

Dick Morosi: Wulf was down, and maybe out, but Angela broke it up.

Angela and Daisuke are both on their feet, brawling away in the middle of the ring. Daisuke catches Angela with a right hook to the head, while Angela responds with a roundhouse to the chest. Angela fires off two more roundhouse kicks in rapid succession, knocking Daisuke back into the ropes, as Angela follows up quickly with a hard elbow smash to the jaw. Daisuke slumps against the ropes, as Angela fires off a couple of hard rights, before nailing Daisuke with a bionic elbow that knocks her to the ground. Angela turns back to the rising Wulf, and fires off a hard roundhouse to the head, but Wulf ducks under it at the last moment, grabbing Angela and taking her to the mat with a hard snap suplex.

Seth Ericson: The Barroom Hero comes alive!

Wulf gets to his feet, shaking the cobwebs out of his head as he pulls Angela back to her feet. He fires off a couple hard rights, before whipping Angela into the ropes, catching her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Wulf gets back to his feet, firing up, and he waits for Angela to rise. Wulf doubles her over with a toe kick, then sets up for the GRENDEL SUPLEX but Angela hooks her leg around Wulf's, blocking him. Angela gets an arm free, firing off several hard rights to the kidneys of Wulf, before spinning out of the hold behind Wulf, hopping onto his back and locking in a Rear Naked Choke. Angela gets Wulf to the mat, holding on tight as she gets him into a body scissors, cinching in the hold. Wulf starts to fade, as Chris Dawson checks on him.

Dick Morosi: Angela Jameson has that choke hold locked in tight, this could be it!

Diasuke Iwakuma breaks the hold, kicking Angela hard in the ribs. Angela rolls to her feet quickly but is grabbed by Diasuke, who pushes Angela through the ropes out to the floor, turning back to Wulf and making the quick cover.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

Diasuke gets back to his feet, pulling Wulf roughly to his. He kicks Wulf hard in the stomach, doubling him over, before grabbing Wulf by the neck and throwing him hard, face first, into the turnbuckle. Diasuke follows up with a quick Reverse DDT, making a cover by hooking the leg.

ONE...

TWO...

Angela breaks up the pinfall!

Dick Morosi: Both Angela and Diasuke refuse to let the other win!

Angela and Diasuke are back on their feet and Diasuke goes for a hard clothesline, but Angela ducks under it, catching Diasuke in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick. Angela is back on her feet quickly and she pulls Wulf up to his, measuring him up for a hard roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Wulf slumps to the mat, as Angela gets caught from behind by Diasuke, who fires off a couple hard forearms to the back of the neck, before taking Angela to the mat with a back suplex. Diasuke turns to Wulf, waiting for him to rise. Diasuke charges with lunging clothesline but Wulf ducks underneath it. Diasuke catches himself on the ropes, but Wulf charges in, clotheslining Diasuke over the ropes to the floor.

Seth Ericson: That had to be a painful landing!

Wulf turns around, just in time to sidestep a charging Angela, grabbing her by the neck and tossing her through the ropes, like a missile, right into Diasuke! Both competitors lay on the floor on the outside, as Wulf steps through the ropes to the floor, pulling Diasuke to his feet. He drives Diasuke's head into the ring apron hard, and Diasuke slumps slightly, leaning hard on the apron. Wulf pulls Angela to her feet, grabbing her by the head and throwing her hard into Diasuke, like a battering ram, as both crumple to the floor. Wulf pulls Diasuke back to his feet, sliding him into the ring.

Dick Morosi: Wulf Erikssen is taking no crap from anyone right now.

Wulf slides into the ring, and waits for Daisuke to rise, doubling him over with a toe kick, then lifts him up and drops Diasuke hard to the mat with the GRENDEL BREAKER! Wulf falls to the mat, making a quick cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Diasuke gets a foot on the ropes!

Wulf gets to his feet, waiting for Diasuke to rise. He charges in, flattening him with a short arm clothesline. Wulf pulls Diasuke back to his feet quickly, laying into his with three, hard right hands. He gets Diasuke back against the ropes, firing off a hard chop across the chest, before whipping Diasuke across the ring into the ropes, locking him into a cobra clutch on the rebound. Diasuke falls to his knees to escape, but Wulf blocks him with a knee to the back, and cinches the hold in tight. Diasuke slumps to the mat, as Angela Jameson fires into the ring, breaking the hold with a dropkick to the back of Wulf's head.

Seth Ericson: Angela Jameson saves the Barroom Hero!

Angela fires off a couple quick kicks to Wulf, before dropping him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Angela signals out to the crowd, as he waits for Wulf to rise. Angela whips Wulf hard into the corner, and Wulf staggers backwards, right into a toe kick from Angela, who spikes Wulf to the mat with a spike DDT! Angela makes a quick cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Diasuke breaks it up!

Dick Morosi:: Angela Jameson so close to winning! That was hers!

Daisuke and Angela are both on their feet, throwing wild right hands at each other. Angela back Daisuke into the corner, and fires a couple of hard kicks to the ribs, before lifting Daisuke up onto the top rope. Angela sets up for a superplex, but Daisuke cuts her off, firing off a couple of hard right hands to the midsection. Daisuke catches Angela with a hard headbutt, sending Angela down to the mat. Before Diasuke can move, Wulf moves to the corner. Daisuke tries to kick him from the top rope, but Wulf blocks his leg, pulling Daisuke with a slam off the top rope onto Angela Jameson.

Dick Morosi: Wulf Erikssen is using both of them as a weapon against the other.

Daisuke rises up slowly to his feet, as he does Wulf rises up in front of him. Angela stands behind Wulf. Daisuke charges at Wulf, but he dodges out of the way, and Daisuke runs flush into Angela face with a running Yakuza kick to the face, which knocks Angela down to the mat. Daisuke looks down at Angela with a smile and a simple shrug of his shoulders, settling for either one. Wulf pulls Daisuke around throwing him out of the ring.

Dick Morosi: What has Daisuke done?

Seth Ericson: He was aiming for Wulf but he’ll settle for Angela just as well!

Dick Morosi: Certainly seems that way.

Wulf signals to the crowd, as Daisuke gets to his feet slowly. He lifts him up into the air, holding him for a moment, but suddenly Audrey Lloris starts to distract the referee! As he begins to argue with her, dashing out from the back is Marty Connor! The newcomer to EXODUS slides in as he kicks Wulf in the back before grabbing him...WRIST CLUTCH EXPLODER! Audrey hops off the apron and Marty looks on as Daisuke covers!

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!!!

"The New Cult King" begins again and Daisuke smirks as Norihiro Akashi helps pull him out of the ring, all while he celebrates.

WINNER: Daisuke Iwakuma

Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma STEALS IT!

Seth Ericson: That kid Marty Connor helped him ROB Wulf Erikssen and Angela Jameson here!

Dick Morosi: And you can bet neither of them will be quite pleased over it when they realize it. For now, let's go backstage.

We go backstage, and standing with Tom Matheny happens to be Audrey Lloris and Daisuke Iwakuma.

Tom Matheny: Daisuke Iwakuma, you're just moments away from facing both Angela Jameson and Wulf Erikssen, two people you've gone through great lengths to upset and hurt in very personal manners over the past few months. Are you prepared to face them tonight at Long Way Down?

Before Audrey can speak for her master, a voice comes from off camera.

“I’ll take it from here, Thomas.”

Both Tom Matheny and Daisuke Iwakuma look towards the source of the voice. Marty Connor, the new acquisition of EXODUS Pro, enters from the left, wearing Vans sneakers, jeans and a black t-shirt with a picture of Deadpool. The Canadian youngster takes off his sunglasses and shoots a sarcastic smile towards Matheny.

Marty Connor: You heard me, boy? I will take it from here. Hit the… showers? Or whatever.

He waves the interviewer off and he indeed walks away. Daisuke still stares at Marty with a poker face.

Marty Connor: Daisuke.

He puts his hand on the shoulder of Iwakuma.

Marty Connor: Mother. Fucking. Iwakuma.

Connor takes the hand off and folds arms across his chest.

Marty Connor: I can’t even say how much of an honor this is for me, Mr. Iwakuma.

Daisuke raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

Marty Connor: See, Mr. Iwakuma, my name is Marty Connor, and apart from being a strong style enthusiast and biggest wrestling talent to come out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada in the past few years… I am your big fan.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I apologize, but I do not have time to indulge fans. That is for someone like Steve Lenton and Fiona Collins. People who care about others, child.

Marty Connor: Haha, you know I want something completely different, sir. You know, ever since my debut, I was always the good kid. And it gave me nothing, and ultimately made me sick. I’m coming into EXODUS with a whole new attitude. No more being a hero for the people who I don’t even know. Time to be the villain.

Iwakuma looks Connor in the eyes.

Daisuke Iwakuma: And just why should I be concerned with your desire to be a villain?

Marty Connor: Well… who can teach me those ways better than the man who they call The Perfect Evil?

There is silence for a while as Daisuke still looks at Connor’s confident face. Suddenly, Iwakuma smiles wide.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Come with me, child. Perhaps we can find some use for you after all.

Daisuke smirks as he slowly walks off with Marty as we cut back to ringside with Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: Marty Connor is looking to make a very dangerous friend in EXODUS Pro.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but I sincerely doubt that Daisuke Iwakuma is going to see that as a friendship.

Dick Morosi: Friendships don't always last long in EXODUS, just look at this next match! Abby Park and Johnny Cannon meet up in a battle of the former Short Change Heroes...next!



David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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. She doesn’t even make it halfway down the ramp when she is jumped from behind by her opponent, Johnny Cannon. Immediately the music stops and the lights come back on as Johnny bashes his forearm across her upper back. The smaller of the two wrestlers stumbles a bit before turning around and launching herself at Cannon. The force was enough to knock him to his back onto the steel ramp as Abby pummels his head with lefts and rights. Cannon raises his arms up to cover his face as he slowly manages to slide himself out from under Abby. Once the two are both back to their feet, the lefts and rights continue to fly between the former members of the Short Change Heroes. As the fists fly, a bevy of EXODUS security begin t fly down the ramp. They manage to separate the two, but the cease fire doesn’t last long as Abby wiggles out of the grasp of the guard holding her and launches herself at Cannon once more. She only manages to land a few more punches before security catches her again. The guards holding the two wrestlers apart slowly try to move them towards the back as David Zinkus stands in the middle of the ring looking confused as to what just transpired.

WINNER: No Contest

The camera flickers to backstage, showing Heather Halliwell walking quickly. She's not paying attention to where she is going, as her focus is on the papers in her hands. She's so engrossed, she doesn't even notice when Andreas Lasiewicz comes around the corner. Before he can wheel himself out of the way, Heather runs into the side of his wheelchair. She tumbles into his lap as her papers fly out of her hands and scatter all around them on the floor. She looks up at Las's face, her cheeks turning red.

Heather Halliwell: I... Sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!

Andreas simply stares at her, looking deep into her eyes with those piercing blues of his. His stare breaks, looking up and down at the newly dyed red head perched upon his lap. Andreas tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, allowing him to get a full view of the obviously flustered ‘Pretty Lil’ Texan’. After that, he doesn’t move a muscle as an age seemingly passes. Finally, he speaks to her very softly in his gritty Eastern European accent.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Comfortable?

Heather blushes an even deeper red as she slides easily from his lap. She straightens out her white knitted tank top and smooths out her Daisy Dukes. She runs her fingers through her hair, tripping over her words.

Heather Halliwell: I was, actually... Uh, sorry though. I guess I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.

She kneels swiftly with her dancers’ grace, and begins collecting the scattered papers. She allows her hair to fall into her face in an attempt to hide the rosy color in her cheeks. When she looks up, Andreas is still studying her. She smiles nervously.

Andreas Lasiewicz: It is extremely rare to find you at these events, Miss Halliwell.

Heather Halliwell: I was getting a bit homesick, I suppose. Besides, all my friends are here. I shouldn't stay away for long periods.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Friends who have proven their disloyalty as of late. Friends who invite their dear ones into a mine field. This isn’t a safe place to be, Miss Halliwell. Especially for yourself…

Andreas strokes his hand through his hair. It is somewhat shorter now, and the beard that was slowly growing out of control has been trimmed down to something shorter and more fashionable. He wheels his way closer to the Texan, his eyes still studying her figure.

Andreas Lasiewicz: It has come to my attention that you have been mentioning a pair of individuals on social media as of late. For some, it slipped under the radar. For them, it may have too. But if you continue with those words, they may drag you into something you do not want to be a part of. As you can see, people are getting hurt.

Lasiewicz pointed to himself, and his current condition. He was wearing a plain, yet well-made suit in black and he straightened his tie as he spoke. He reached out, taking Heather’s hand in his own.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Whatever your thoughts… I’d leave them by the wayside.

Heather looks down at Andreas's hand in her own. She thinks of her recent outburst over Twitter and her eyes visibly glisten with unshed tears. She blinks them back and clears her throat before looking back at Andreas, gently squeezing his hand.

Heather Halliwell: I... I wouldn't worry too much about that. One party either forgets or is pretending I don't exist. And the other thinks I'm just as crazy as...

Heather trails off, her eyes widening slightly as she remembers who she's talking to. She clears her throat again.

Heather Halliwell: Well, needless to say, the other party has left any care he had for me in the past... If he ever truly cared at all. Which I've honestly been putting into question.

Heather snaps her mouth shut for a moment, giving Andreas a wry smile.

Heather Halliwell: Of course, none of this is anything you care about. I assure you, Mr. Lasiewicz. I won't be interfering in this sordid love story.

A smile appears on the grizzled veteran’s face, not one that is sly or born of ill intent as most are accustomed, but one that is warm. He nods his head in appreciation.

Andreas Lasiewicz: That is good to hear. If a certain someone is made to remember what has occurred before, it could prove to be quite damaging for you. The last thing we need is another victim in this mindless genocide.

Andreas takes in a deep breath, taking away his hand as he looks up at Heather.

Andreas Lasiewicz: It has been a long time since you battled with the likes of LEGION, since you competed for the biggest prize in this sport. Whatever the motives behind your retirement, it would be best that you do not reconsider those motives. I had this niggling feeling that was going to be the case, considering your recent comments. I’m glad that is not the case. But you should know, some of your former allies and supposed friends may well attempt to wrap you up in all of this once more. I would ask you not to agree to their plea.

Andreas’ eyes wander for the briefest of moments as he chooses his next words carefully.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Your figure… It is no longer one of a combatant, it is one much more suited to your current role as a dancer...

Heather's blush returns full force, as she is suddenly her aware of her tan legs and flat belly showing. She chuckles nervously and shakes her hair out over her shoulders.

Heather Halliwell: You know, it was a surprisingly easy adjustment. I guess this little body if mine was always meant to carry the dancers build. Hey, you know, you should come by the school someti...

Heather pauses as she looks down at Andreas in his wheelchair in front of her. She covers her mouth as she turns her deepest shade of red yet. She uncovers her mouth and the look of contrition on her face brings a soft chuckle from Andreas. She holds out a hand in supplication, backtracking quickly.

Heather Halliwell: You know... To watch or uh... Something.

Andreas shakes his head as she stumbles over her wording.

Andreas Lasiewicz: You know… I never considered joining the physically integrated dance movement…

He begins to wheel his way past her, handing her one of the documents that had also spilled onto his lap. As she nervously takes it from him, he holds onto the paper, scanning it quickly before looking up to her face.

Andreas Lasiewicz: … that’s not my kinda dance…

He lets go of the paper, shrugging as he does so.

Andreas Lasiewicz: I’m afraid I’ve taken up too much of your precious time, Miss Halliwell. I must depart. But I’m sure we will see eachother again down the line… or… ‘something’...

He bows his head to her as he begins to wheel away once more, a knowing grin upon his face. Heather turns back to say something else, but she is at a loss for words from the interaction. She turns and takes a few steps forward before pausing and turning back in the Silver Eagle’s direction. She lets out a breathless chuckle and shakes her head turning back and walking off with a slight dance in her step.

The Masked Salaryman v. Cthulu Jones

Tonight's lone dark match entertained the crowd as everyone's favorite detective/luchador faced the debuting masked man of Glorious Nippon values! Cthulu started the match off with a handshake before things got pretty interesting! The Salaryman certainly had a size advantage over Cthulu, and used it to his advantage, though Cthulu's speed certainly helped him turn the tides for a while! Just when Cthulu thought he was the only speedster in the ring, the Salaryman shocked with some agility of his own, moving quickly to dodge a quebrada from Cthulu! The end came when everyone seemed surprised that the Salaryman took to the top turnbuckle, delivering The Salaryman's Super Splash (aka the S3)! Salaryman got the three count and picked up a win in his debut!

Winner: The Masked Salaryman



We're quickly greeted to an opening video package set to our pay per view theme, "Long Way Down" by Haste the Day!



We start with a face to face meeting between Christum Furor and Chris Strike, quickly cutting into the shot of Sally Talfourd joining Gods & Monsters at Absent Are the Saints!



We cut to Naoki Arishima absolutely creaming half the main roster with his elbows of doom, going quickly to Sydney Christensen holding up the (R)Evolution World Title victoriously!



Quickly comes shots of Dragons Unleashed and the Generation of Miracles fighting, also going with Daisuke Iwakuma delivering the Dead Space to Stacey-X! Then comes him and Angela Jameson in a stare down, the smirk on The Perfect Evil's face, all before we then see Justin Brooks putting Zack Lifer through a table!



Next comes Fiona & Jonathan Collins attacking Gods & Monsters after their one on one match! A montage of SSKs from Christian Kane! Chuck Matthews posing at the end of the last EXPRO On FX! And on that, we cut to a live shot of the sold out crowd at the RIMAC, going nuts for EXODUS Pro!

Dick Morosi: Folks, we are live! Here at the RIMAC Arena in beautiful San Diego, California...we're here for Long Way Down! I'm Dick Morosi, and with me as always is my partner Seth Ericson! We've got an amazing night of matches with you, all leading up to the main event! Gods & Monsters meets the EXODUS Sekigun in an elimination tag match, and this could either be the night the Sekigun turns the tide or G&M puts down the Sekigun for good.

Seth Ericson: There's a lot of pride on the line tonight, and that's why it's Long Way Down, Dick! Zack Lifer and Justin Brooks meet in a Barbed Wire Massacre match, Christian Kane meets Chuck Matthews, and Lexy Chapel and Kerry Windsor square off in what's looking to be as good of a match as their first go around!

Dick Morosi: We've got nine amazing matches here on tonight's show, so for now, let's go to the ring for our opening contest! The (R)Evolution World Championship will be defended on this show, as Sydney Christensen makes her V1 Defense against Aries Reed! Let's go to the ring and David Zinkus! Take it away, kid!



Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice.



The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling. Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and sneers as he starts getting himself ready for the match mentally.

Dick Morosi: Aries Reed has not endeared himself to anyone in RW as of late, making a lot of enemies.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, well sometimes talent speaks and lets you say the things you can't verbally. Unfortunately, Aries talks so much, his talent doesn't often get to speak!

Dick Morosi: Well his opponent has enough talent to speak, and here she comes!

Suddenly, over the PA System, a voice.



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



Sydney starts to make her way down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way as the chorus begins. The look on "The North Star" says it all, and that's she's here to win! With a fist pump, she hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring before pointing her finger upward to a flare light going off above her, signaling the arrival of The North Star, all before she climbs the turnbuckles to get applause from the crowd! Finally, we go to David Zinkus!

David Zinkus: The following is the opening contest of Long Way Down, scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and it is for the (R)Evolution Pro World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! He is from Atlanta, Georgia, and he weighs in tonight at 235 pounds...he is "THE BLACK SUN" ARIESSSSSSSSSSSSSS REEEEEEEEEEEED!

The crowd jeers as Reed raises a hand and smirks, looking right at Sydney, not taking his eyes off the prize.

David Zinkus: And now intorducing the next participant! She is from Calgary.......Alberta, Canada!

Seth Ericson: Why the hell was there a long pause there?

Dick Morosi: Shut up!

David Zinkus: She is the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion! Tonight, she attempts to make her V1 Defense, and she is..."THE NORTH STAR" SYDNEYYYYYYYYYYYYY CHRISTENSENNNNNNNNNNN!

Syd raises the title high before handing it to RW's head official Katie Hanneman. Syd comes to the center of the ring, and Aries stands there, glancing at him and keeping a firm eye on him as he nods, waiting before coming to the center of the ring and staring her down. Hanneman hands the belt to the time keeper before she calls for the bell and this match is on! Syd and Aries exchange some jawing before Aries just smirks and pie faces the champion, smirking as he looks at her. The agitated champ looks at him for a moment, seething...AND THEN SHE TAKES HIM DOWN, STARTING TO PLANT PUNCHES IN HIS FACE! She continues to pound away at the face of Aries before the referee admonishes her to back off, leading her to aggressively pull away, clearly unhappy with being asked to do so. Coming back over to attack Reed, he pulls her toward the corner, her face eating turnbuckle before backing up and coming in, hitting her with a vicious knee to the back of the head! Reed quickly picks her up and puts her in a waistlock before rearing back and going for a German Suplex! He bridges for an early pin!

ONE!




TWO!






KICKOUT!

Syd rolls off and as soon as Aries sees her get up, he drops her with a clothesline with such force, it takes himself of his own feet! Reed quickly comes over and starts to work over her ribs with knees to the side, leaving Syd wincing as he continues to hammer into her before backing up and coming back toward her, leaping up and dropping a huge knee onto her back! Aries quickly gets up and grabs her again, picking her up and dropping her with a t-bone suplex! Aries smirks as he has her down by the corner, all before he runs over and grabs the ropes, lifting himself up...ALL BEFORE SPLASHING DOWN ON HER! Reed smirks and tries to go for another cover!

ONE!
















TWO!
























TH--KICKOUT!

Syd is showing some fighting spirit tonight, and as soon as she kicks out, Aries glares at the ref before getting up and whipping Syd to the ropes, Syd reversing and catching him with a huge discus clothesline on the rebound! Syd quickly grabs Aries and lifts him up before she runs toward the corner and lifting...TORNADO DDT! Syd is winded a bit and looks like she's trying to recover, but as she goes over, Aries catches her with a thumb to the eye before nailing her with a jawbreaker! He pulls back and stops to posture as he looks around at everyone, chuckling at how good he looks right now!

Dick Morosi: Aries Reed is proving himself to be a talented competitor in this match!

Seth Ericson: And quite frankly an ass, but who's looking at that?

Aries watch as Syd struggles, looking to come over again and hook her for the Chaos Theory, which he does as he runs towards the corner...BUT SYD WALKS UP THE TURNBUCKLES AND FLIPS BACK, CATCHING HIM WITH A SHIRANUI! Aries is down and Syd is wincing while she tries to recover! Syd pumps her fist and goes to grab him, looking to hook him in an Argentine backbreaker position, but he rakes her eyes, leaving her to let him go...ARIES GRABS HER AND LOCKS IN THE DRAGON SLEEPER! REED CINCHES THE HOLD IN, AND HE SQUEEZES TIGHT TO TRY TO GET THE SUBMISSION! He's wrenching it in and Sydney just seems to refuse to give in! She starts to swing her leg up...and again...and again....AND ON THE FINAL SWING UP, SHE KICKS REED IN THE HEAD, FORCING HIM TO LET HER GO! Reed is stumbling, and Syd quickly grabs him...THE REMEDY! SHE HITS THE REMEDY AND COLLAPSES ON TOP OF ARIES AND HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!





TWO!













THREE!

"The Future Is Now" starts to play and the bell rings as a successful defense is made!

David Zinkus: Here is your winner, and STILL (R)Evolution World Champion...SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN!

WINNER (and STILL (R)Evolution World Champion): Sydney Christensen

Dick Morosi: That kid is something else! She gave it all she had and came out on top!

Seth Ericson: Say what you will, but Aries Reed proved he was just as capable of competing with the big names, and he proved it tonight. Sydney came out on top, but we'll hear big things from Aries Reed soon enough.

Dick Morosi: How do you disagree with that? You don't, really. While the champ celebrates, let's head backstage.

EXODUS PRO WORLD TITLE MATCH
CHRISTUM FUROR (EXODUS Pro World Champion) VS. DARRIN STEARNS

EXPRO on FX #22 returns after the final commercial break, setting the stage for the final and most anticipated bout of the evening. The Hardrock Hotel and Casino is vibrant with electricity and anticipation for what has become a bitter and bloody feud between EXODUS World Champion Christum Furor and (R)evolution Director Darrin Stearns. The backstory had the patrons already on the edge of their seats, and completely bloodthirsty as they were very much eager to witness what was being built up as a slobber knocker. The camera cuts around the arena to display the aforementioned spectators, before cutting to the ring where we see David Zinkus ready to provide the formal introduction.

David Zinkus: The following contest is your Main Event, and is a San Diego Bay Street Fight for the EXODUS World Championship.

Suddenly, “The Quiet Place” by In Flames hits the P.A. system to a loud, resounding, and vociferous chorus of boos. The velvet curtains slowly part, and emerging from behind them is none other than the leader of Gods & Monsters and the most hated figure in the company - Christum Furor. The madman pushes a shopping cart, rolling it a few feet down the aisle as he stands at the apex of the ramp, donned in his usual ring attire. The champion adjusts the EXODUS World title which is wrapped around his waist before slowly posing in his infamous crucifix pose.

Dick Morosi: And here is the EXODUS World Champion, Christum Furor. He promised tonight would be the end of Darrin Stearns, and he seems to have brought the necessary tools to get the job done.

Seth Ericson: Furor has competed in some of the most barbaric matches in EXPro’s brief history. This is legitimately his playground. Of course he was going to bring his favorite toys.

David Zinkus: Introducing first. From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds. Ladies and gentleman, he is the EXODUS World Champ-

Before Zinkus can conclude his introduction, he is interrupted by a commotion back up top the ramp. The curtains are thrown in disarray, as the challenger, Darrin Stears bursts onto the scene quickly clubbing the champion in the back of the head, sending him tumbling forward and down the ramp. The shopping cart runs down the aisle, meanwhile a reeling Furor stumbles back to a stand, only to be greeted by a stiff kick to the midsection by his nemesis. Fighting with nothing held back, Stearns lunges forward, and lowers his shoulder - his shoulder blade makes like a dagger and stabs the champion in the solar plexus, sending him to the ground. Having left his foe supine from the Spear, Stearns mounts his target and commences to unload on him with a barrage of stiff piston like fists. Darrin climbs to his feet to a pandemonium of cheers, then leans over to grapple Furor by the head before pulling him back to his feet. With hate in his eyes, Stearns whips Christum hard into the barricade. The nearby audience voices their enthusiasm before backing away in preparation for the brawl spilling into their vicinity. And that in fact does happen, as the Phoenix charges forward with a Clothesline; his extended arm clashes into Christum’s collarbone, the force behind the blow to the champ’s clavicle enough to send both competitors over the security wall.

Dick Morosi: Darrin Stearns is all over Christum Furor right now and the bell hasn’t even rung. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on him, Seth.

Seth Ericson: So much that he jumped him from behind, which I’m willing to overlook for the simple fact that he’s kicking his ass.

The Hardrock security team proceeds to set a perimeter around the two combatants to protect them from the crowd, and vice versa. As Stearns gradually regains a vertical base, Furor slowly slithers his carcass across the floor toward a nearby steel chair, looking to use it to turn things around and shift the brawl into his favor. Darrin notices this out of the corner of his eye, and immediately makes a beeline for the kneeling champion. He lifts his leg into the air, blasting Christum in the cheekbone with a vicious Yakuza Kick that sends him collapsing to his side in a dazed stupor. While his braincase absorbs the impact, Furor watches as Darrin acquaints himself with very piece of furniture he had his heart set out on. Stearns playfully twirls the handle in his right hand, and with his left, taunts the battered World Champion, almost begging and pleading for the bastard to rise just so he could put him back down. Obliviously, Christum accepts the invitation, as he staggers to a vertical base. Skulking behind his prey, Stearns swings the chair across his body with tremendous force; the weapon impinges the spine of the World Champion, eliciting a loud yelp and groan of pain upon impact as the shot sends a crippling shock throughout Furor’s vertebral column.

Seth Ericson: Good Lord Darrin Stearns is fighting like a man possessed, Dick. He doesn’t look like he has any ring rust at all.

Dick Morosi: He doesn’t, granted you don’t need much skill to beat someone to a pulp with a chair.

Hell bent on dishing out more punishment with his foreign object, Darrin raises the chair overhead, however in doing so, a small window of opportunity is presented to his foe. Christum exploits the advantage, throwing his leg up to kick The Phoenix in the breadbasket. The chair slips through Stearns’ grasp, crashing to the floor below much to the delight of the defending champion. Having caused his adversary to double over, Christum grapples him by the head before striking him with a blistering European Uppercut that leaves him staggering in place. Afterward, Furor grabs Darrin with both hands, one clutching his hair, and the other seizing the rim of his pants. He then proceeds to launch the challenger over the barricade, sending him plummeting to the ringside floor. Despite Furor gaining the upperhand, the crowd remains at a fever pitch, having their appetite for carnage satisfied so far due to the pre-match skirmish. Having earned the opportunity to rest, Christum takes a moment to recuperate and catch a much needed breather, before unstrapping the EXODUS World Championship from around his waist and heaving it haphazardly toward the timekeeper’s table. With his energy replenished, Christum slowly scales the barricade, perching himself on the security barrier whilst he sneers down at his assailant. Darrin slowly climbs to his feet, his head spinning from side to side as he tries to shake the cobwebs. As he turns around, Furor leaps forward; thinking quickly, Stearns catches him with a Spinebuster, slamming him onto the floor with tremendous authority. Darrin climbs up to a knee, his face in a grimace as he shows signs of fatigue. He wipes a heap of sweat from his forehead, and raises a fist into the air to rally the passionate crowd as they cheer and howl exuberantly.

David Zinkus: This match hasn’t even officially gotten underway, yet these two have already beaten the holy hell out of each other.

Seth Ericson: I’ve never seen something like this in my life. Darrin Stearns is dominating Christum Furor right now, Dick.

Stearns lifts Furor to a vertical base before tossing him into the squared circle. The challenger takes a moment to catch his breath, burying the air in the bottom of his lungs before kneeing up onto the apron. Upon reaching his feet, he attempts to enter the ring. With Darrin halfway through the ropes, the astute and opportunistic champion suddenly springs to his feet, then connects with a Buzzsaw Kick. His boot vigorously and maliciously collides with Stearn’s temple, shifting his brain as he is left leaning over the ropes. The devastating maneuver leaves the vindictive World Champion in the driver’s seat, and proves efficacious in leaving his foe dazed and confused. With Stearns left stupefied, Furor captures him in a Front Facelock before reclining back to pull him forward and spitefully spike his skull into the canvas with a Draping DDT. Following the vicious move, the bell chimes thrice (finally) signaling the official start of the contest, albeit the action has already started off hot. Christum slides out of the ring, marching to the timekeeper’s table to grab a steel chair before reentering the squared circle. Meanwhile, Darrin attempts to regain his bearings, slowly crawling toward the nearby corner. Smelling blood in the water, the World Champion backpedals into the center of the ring, leaning into a three-point stance. With Stearns’ back turned to him, Christum suddenly charges toward the turnbuckle - he leaps into the air, sliding the chair underneath his feet before driving his legs forward to skate the chair into his foe’s head, compressing his cranium between the seat of the chair and the turnbuckle padding. Much of the audience responds with “OOHS!” while the rest of the crowd simply cheers in response to the innovative maneuver - despite who the deliverer of it is.

Seth Ericson: Furor just smashed Darrin’s head like a watermelon. He used his skull like a half-pipe. I suppose he’s a skateboarder is his pastime, along with recruiting beautiful women to be his minions.

Dick Morosi: Darrin has a history of concussions, hell he just suffered one last month at the hands of the champion himself. Furor isn’t just trying to win tonight Seth, he’s trying to cripple and incapacitate Stearns.

Christum Furor watches as Darrin lies lifelessly on the canvas, his eyes almost unblinking as he stares up at the ceiling lights. Stearns is literally motionless, and visibly stunned from the chair assisted Dropkick he was on the receiving end of moment’s ago. Discontented with his work like most artistes, Furor exits the ring and climbs onto the apron before climbing the turnbuckle and ascending to the top with his chair still in hand. Getting ready to fly despite not being an aerial specialist by any stretch of the imagination, Christum holds the chair in his left hand right in front of his knees before leaping off. The Michigander bends his knees in midair whilst holding both ends of the chair, the intended destination of his descent being Darrin’s cranium. Stearns rolls away at the last second though, causing the World Champion to land on the chair with nothing to cushion his fall. Furor immediately bounces off of the steel piece of furniture and writhes on the canvas, clutching his knees in pain. Meanwhile, Stearns slowly gets to his feet.

Seth Ericson: The World Champion just attempted to end Darrin’s life with that chair, Dick. However he missed, and his knees landed right on the chair. Now he knows what it feels like to be Andreas Lasiewicz.

Dick Morosi: You better hope that The Morning Star didn’t hear that.

Stearns leans over to see the shopping cart, the holy grail of violence that the champion provided for tonight and advances toward it. The Phoenix drops down when he reaches the ring ropes and slithers his upper body under them to reach into the ringside cart and pull out a lighttube. The crowd approves of the potential for upcoming violence, and Stearns pleases them by reaching his hand in to pull out another. Sliding back into the ring and putting the tubes on the ground, Darrin gets up and pulls the glass weapons with him. Furor slowly pulls himself up on the ring cables as Stearns approaches him. Christum gets to his feet and turns around to be greeted by a lighttube that smashes down on him from his foe’s left hand, sending him falling back onto the ropes in a rush of surprise and sudden pain. Stearns grips the lighttube in his right hand tightly, while his left grabs his opponent’s left wrist, then he leans back to pull Furor up and whip him across the ring. Christum bounces off the far ropes as Stearns readies the tube for a home run swing, but the World Champ ducks causing his opponent to whiff. Furor emerges on the other side of Darrin, then grabs his wrists. The madman then resorts to drastic measures to gain control, as he pushes the lighttube against Stearn’s forehead before headbutting him to smash the glass between their respective faces. Stearns flinches as a new cut opens up on both men’s foreheads whilst Furor clutches Darrin’s hand tightly. Christum pulls him down to the ground, quickly pulling the broken tube out of his foe’s grasp before sitting down to apply a scissored armbar.

Seth Ericson: Christum is well versed in the hardcore arts, so much that he’s incorporated some technical moves into his gameplan tonight. He intends to teach this old dog some new tricks before he takes him out back Old Yeller style.

Dick Morosi: The World Champion is one sick and twisted individual. Lord knows what he has brewing in that psychotic mind of his.

Christum holds the arm in place with his legs, then reaches to his side and grabs the broken lighttube at it’s unbroken end. He then proceeds to turn the weapon upside-down before driving the jagged edge into the bottom of Darrin’s forearm, only to twist it to increase the damage being dished out. Stearns screams in pain as two simultaneous maneuvers appear to be debilitating and torturing his arm. After a few prolonged seconds of glass grinding into soft flesh, Furor releases the tube and gets up with his foe’s arm still in hand, then places the glass across Darrin’s chest before stomping it. Christum releases the arm now as Darrin writhes in pain, the World Champion looking to inflict more pain instead of going for the win. It’s clearly not about victory - it’s about putting Darrin out of his misery. Darrin rolls toward the chair that was nearly used to decapitate him minutes ago, and grabs it while Furor slides out of the ring to rummage around in the shopping cart for some more toys to carry out his devilish ambitions. Darrin plants the head of the chair into the canvas as a support to get to his feet, shaking off the pain in his arms and sternum.

Christum Furor finally reveals his new weapon for the night, a box cutter that one would use for well, cutting cardboard boxes. The crowd pops for the mayhem that the sharp blade heralds as it’s demented bearer slides back into the ring. Christum holds the cutter in his left hand, while his right is balled up into a fist for quick jabs. Stearns slowly approaches with his chair ready to throw or swing, Furor in striking stance with the box cutter on his front hand. The veteran steps forward with his chair, lowered enough to where the top of his chest is exposed and vulnerable. This influences the champion into throwing a jab with his left, but Darrin quickly lifts the chair to parry the blow. Christum’s hand recoils from the impact of meeting the chair, whilst Stearns lifts the chair overhead and, CRACK! The steel instrument slams onto Furor’s scalp sending him down to the mat beside the ropes.

Dick Morosi: What a chairshot! Darrin Stearns just avoided getting carved like a turkey with that box cutter.

Darrin takes a sigh of relief, thinking he has KOed the World Champion. Pitching the chair to the side, he leans down to get a hold of Christum’s legs before pulling him from the ropes. Afterward he drops down for the lateral press as referee Brian Lowery makes the count.

“ONE!”

Seth Ericson: Furor is on dream stream. The New Age is done for.

”TWO!”

Furor lifts a shoulder up, then throws a forearm into Darrin’s temple to get him off his chest. The next thing Stearns knowns, Christum is holding his leg and is placing the boxcutter across the Phoenix’s kneecap. Christum then steps to the side of his opponent while still holding the leg and the cutter in place before putting his calf on the back of the cutter so it fits in the enclave of the handle. Christum pulls up with the boxcutter, the blade digging in to create a brutal knee bar that cuts instead of breaking bone. Darrin howls in agony as the sharp metal burrows into the skin of his knee, blood beginning to appear around the area being stabbed. After a few seconds, Christum lets go of the leg and allows it and the boxcutter to fall to the mat. Darrin rolls away from Furor, howling in severe agony, clutching his knee whilst the World Champion grins.

Seth Ericson: Look at that twisted look in his eyes. The word insane may be too light of a term to describe this man. He just tried to dig his way through Darrin’s knee.

Dick Morosi: He’s not a human being, Seth. He’s just not…he’s a sick, twisted individual… a monster.

Furor walks to the ropes, chucking the boxcutter back into the cart because it had served it’s purpose. Christum has something much more nefarious in mind, though. The champion grabs his foe’s left ankle since his right leg is currently in no shape to kick him in defense, and drags Stearns out of the ring, taking care to let him land on his two feet. Unfortunately for the World Champion, as soon as his feet hit the ground Darrin hits Christum with a desperation right hand right to his bloodied face. The collision of fist and countenance is audible as Furor staggers back. Furor retains his footing as Darrin reaches to his side to grab a bat wrapped in barbedwire from the cart before swinging it overhead. The wire and wooden weapon slams into Christum’s left shoulder, dropping the champ to his knees as his shoulder is ripped by the wire. Darrin then puts his hands on both ends of the bat and holds it around waist level, then backs up a few paces. The veteran and retired wrestler of over a decade runs into his younger opponent bat-first, driving the barbs into Christum’s visage causing the champion to collapse the rest of the way onto the floor. Stearns throws the bat back into the cart and then proceeds to grab Furor by the arms, dragging the incapacitated World Champion toward the steel ring steps. The crowd watches in silent anticipation as they await what Stearns has planned, Furor now being sat up with his back against the side of the stairs. His knee now feeling more mobile, Darrin grabs the handle of the shopping cart then backs it up to align it with his target before charging forward. He rams the front of the cart into Christum’s face, sandwiching his head between steel and more steel as the crowd cheers loudly.

Dick Morosi: Cleanup on Aisle 3, Dick! Who knew Darrin was such an angry shopper? Haha.

Seth Ericson: Christum’s head was just smashed by that cart. Darrin Stearns has taken the fight and given it back tenfold.

Furor sits slumped up against the ring steps, the expression on his face difficult to discern due to the crimson mask he’s wearing as Stearns backs the cart up slightly, as a “This is Awesome!” chant builds up. The Phoenix leans forward on the cart, looking inside at what still lies within it that hasn’t been used to annihilate his foe. A particular weapon peaks his interest - a thumbtack chair, and more importantly the one Furor used to assault him with a month ago. Darrin grabs Furor by the hair and pulls him to his feet before lifting his dead weight onto the apron and rolling him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. With the thumbtack chair in hand, Stears first slides the weapon into the ring before reentering himself. The exhaustion can be seen setting in as Darrin slowly gets to his feet, panting heavily due to both the fatigue and excitement created by the prospect of defeating his foe, stopping the New Age and ending the war ravaging his best friend’s company. The fallen monster slowly but barely begins to stir, showing signs of life as his once lifeless frame begins to convulse. Stearns leans down to pull Christum up to a kneeling position. At this point, the desperation begins to set in for Furor, who seemed to be on the cusp of defeat. As a means to survive Stearns’ onslaught, the sociopath drives his forearm between Darrin’s legs, testing his testicular fortitude as the low blow, a normally illegal maneuver but obviously irreprensible in such circumstances, leaves Stearns wincing in pain.

Dick Morosi: And a low blow from the champion stops Darrin in his tracks.

Christum releases a sigh of relief and twisted satisfaction while his adversary collapses into the ring ropes. Climbing back to a vertical base, Furor leans over and grabs the thumbtack chair by it’s handle, playfully twirling it in his fingertips with a deep rooted, and overtly psychotic fascination. The leader of Gods & Monsters stalks his adversary like a predator ready to pounce on it’s wounded prey. As Darrin begins to pull himself up using the ropes as leverage, Furor cocks the chair over his shoulder, while Stearns hisses through his teeth and winces in preparation.

*CRACK*

The steel instrument descends from it’s apex over Christum and slices through the electricity in the air to careen across the side and top of Darrin’s crown with a resounding and reverberating ruckus. The patrons gasp and groan, sympathizing for the victim on the receiving end of the most adept and deadly chair-swinger in the business. The Michigander glares at his opponent who remains standing, almost in defiance albeit gingerly as his knees begin to buckle from the pressure of holding up his deadweight. The World Champion scoffs slightly at the image of Stearns’ fighting spirit before raising the chair up again.

*CRACK*

Christum beans Darrin once more with the chair, the second time being the charm as Stearns collapses to the canvas; the camera on the hardside of the ring focuses in on the freshly inflicted wounds on the peak of the Phoenix’s head, the blood beginning to cascade from the tack filled holes on the side of his head, parting over the crest of his ear. Slamming the chair into the canvas, Furor slowly drags Stearns to his feet, bending him over before apply a standing gutwrench.

Seth Ericson: Oh not this. He softened Stearns up with those chairshots, and now he’s about to drop the hammer, Dick.

Christum proceeds to hoist Stearns onto his shoulders. In spite of the fact that he just participated in a human version of whack-a-mole, Darrin somehow wriggles free. He charges for the ropes, then bounces off with a Spinning Backfist, using his hand as a weapon which clashes into Furor’s temple, knocking him off his feet and sending him down in one fluid motion. Both men lie on the canvas, Furor on his back, seemingly out cold, while Stearns lies on his chest. The crowd is on it’s feet, having exploded in response to one of the most recognizable finishing maneuvers in EXODUS Pro, and wrestling history. Despite every aching bone in his body, Stearns attempts to lift himself up off the canvas - but to no avail, he’s just in too much agony. Still, the cheers and chirps of the crowd remind him that if he could just crawl over and make the pin that he will become the EXODUS World Champion and destroy Gods & Monsters for good. Smearing the blood on his face in a futile attempt to discard his crimson mask, Darrin begins to crawl. Finally, he reaches his destination, draping a shoulder over Furor’s chest for the pinfall.

Dick Morosi: ZERO HOUR! Darrin Stearns is going to do it, Seth!

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THR- NO!”

There seemed to be nothing that would stop Stearns from getting the victory - that is except for Naoki Arishima. The sword of the New Age had run down to ringside just in time to pull Darrin off of his savior, dragging him out of the ring to stop the count.

Seth Ericson: There he is again, that menace from (R)evolution Wrestling. He’s Furor’s right hand man, and he just saved the champion’s skin.

Arishima quickly drives his shoulder into Darrin’s gut then drives him back first into the apron. Naoki grabs Stearns by the arm and pulls him off the apron before whipping him toward the steel post - the challenger crashes head first into the unforgiving structure, then staggers back into the BFK2H, nearly taking his head right off his shoulders as he is laid out on the floor. Naoki drags Darrin to a stand and tosses him back inside the ring before climbing in after him. The audience boos vehemently as Arishima stands tall, while the rest of Gods & Monsters slowly makes their way out to ringside to join in on the festivities.

Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd, Savannah Taylor, and even Lady Magdalena! G&M is about to put Darrin Stearns on the shelf, for good.

Seth Ericson: What’d you think was going to happen, Dick? He had his cohorts sitting in the batter’s box just in case things got out of hand.

The three aforementioned disciples of Christum Furor join Naoki inside of the ring, and the four surround Stearns whilst Furor begins to stir, lying in the corner. With the best seat in the house, the World Champion watches as his pack of wolves begins to pick Darrin apart, commencing to lay the boots to him. Stearns is in no physical condition to defend himself, and he is helpless as boot after boot crashes down onto his battered body. G&M appears to be on the precipice of stomping Stearns into oblivion - that is until the cavalry arrives! The crowd ignites as the Sekigun in the form of Fiona and Jonathan Collins, Christian Kane and Chris Strike charge to ringside led by the “God of Thunder” himself. The four horsemen of EXODUS so to speak immediately descend on the ring, taking the fight right to Gods & Monsters as all hell begins to break loose.

Dick Morosi: The EXODUS Sekigun has arrived, Seth. They’ve come to the aid of Darrin Stearns and they’re once again proving to Gods & Monsters that EXODUS will not go quietly into the night.

Seth Ericson: Lady Magdalena wants no parts of Chris Strike. They’re doing more than evening the odds they’re turning back the tide.

Indeed, the Sekigun has G&M reeling. Fiona and Arishima. Collins and Talfourd. Kane and Taylor. Strike and Magdalena. The heroes have stormed into the Hardrock Hotel and Casino and they’re giving Gods & Monsters all they can handle. Shinigami! Zero Hour! SSK! Narakumi! G&M is laid out all over the ring to a chorus of loud and resounding cheers. The Sekigun stands united, and seems to have gained the upperhand and stopped the G&M menace once and for all…

Until “The New Cult King” by Mushroomhead starts, the crowd starting to stir as The Perfect Evil and his conglomerate emerge. Audrey Lloris and The Dreamcatcher, Norihiro Akashi flank Daisuke Iwakuma, as the faction known as HATE quickly begin their march down to ringside. Iwakuma and Akashi slowly and cautiously climb onto the apron as their theme music quickly ends. On the outside looking in, the two men stare into the ring at the EXODUS Sekigun, the four heroes now looking over their shoulders and back again to survey the landscape. Gods & Monsters having regrouped, stands on one side, while HATE slowly enters the squared circle on the other.

Dick Morosi: What in God’s name is going on here, Seth? HATE has come out to ringside, and they along with Gods & Monsters have the Sekigun surrounded.

Seth Ericson: I have no idea. This entire arena is shocked. This is bad, Dick.

Realizing just how perilous their predicament is, the Sekigun opts to go down swinging as they charge at both factions that oppose them. The four of them fight valiantly, trying their hardest to draw back the tide but their efforts are quickly negated by the numbers game. HATE and G&M have the four Sekigun members cornered and commence to beat them down to the mat. Fists. Boots. The crowd looks on in horror and disdain as the degenerates they’ve come to abhor lay out their heroes.

Dick Morosi: HATE and Gods & Monsters are working… together to take out the EXODUS Sekigun, Seth. I never thought I’d see the day.

Seth Ericson: They have a common threat, Dick and it’s clear- wait a second… what’s Audrey Lloris holding?

The aforementioned harlot holds a small bag in the air, then hands it to her lord, The Perfect Evil. Iwakuma digs into the bag, then removes a pair of handcuffs, holding it for everyone in the arena to see before passing out the contents to the rest of the jackals in the ring. The two factions begin to handcuff the four members of the Sekigun to the ropes, preventing them from fighting back any further. With the four heroes helpless to defend themselves, HATE and G&M continue to work them over, stomping mudholes into them until their fires are respectively extinguished. There’s a few foot chokes thrown in for good measure, but for all intents and purposes the Sekigun seems to be thoroughly beaten down. Having recovered now from his battle scars, the EXODUS World Champion joins the mob of villains that have laid waste to his enemies.

Dick Morosi: They’ve cuffed them to the ropes, Seth. Jon, Fiona, Kane and Strike… they’re all defenseless. This is sick… this is barbaric… somebody has to stop this madness!

Furor and Iwakuma now stand face to face, with the latter grinning devilishly at his former disciple. Christum stares daggers at Daisuke, then looks around to gaze at everyone standing in the ring, everyone who has come to join him in burying the EXODUS Sekigun. The bloodied brawler’s face now lights up with a malevolent yet satisfied twinkle in his eye, realizing that once again he was proven right. The Sekigun was put down, and Darrin Stears was about to be laid to rest, and nobody was going to stop that…. except for two men - one with the mental aptitude and cunning necessary to reach the end of the tunnel despite seemingly insurmountable odds, and one with the heart and determination to carry out his mission of saving EXODUS.

All eyes turn to the entryway, the masses of humanity have their attention captivated by the sudden riff to "Brains" as it blasts through the speakers. Chuck Matthews and Zack Lifer storm onto the stage, carrying steel chairs in their hands.

Dick Morosi: ....I can't say I was thinking of THIS man, but...here comes the "Smartest Man in Wrestling!" And he’s come with backup!

Seth Ericson: I never thought I'd say it...but thank God Chuck Matthews is here! He and Lifer have come to tip the balance.

Chuck and Lifer rush the ring with reckless abandon, a determined look on their faces as they charg ringside. The crowd slowly begins to cheer them on, until the roar is almost deafening by the time Lifer reaches the apron. The Archangel slides into the ring, chair tight in his hand, Matthews not far behind. Furor measures up The New Iron Saint, his eyes darting to HATE and his G&M cohorts, both of whom immediately encircle him. The Chicago mastermind pauses, his adrenaline rush subsiding as he begins to look around the ring, immediately coming to the realization that his act of heroism may have been ill-advised as he stares at seven deadly sinners led by the fearsome EXODUS World Champion who has several bones to pick with him. While he scans the situation, Lifer remains coiled and ready to strike.

Seth Ericson: For the Smartest Man in Wrestling, this may have been a really stupid move. Even he knows that they’re out matched. Two men against seven?

Dick Morosi: Maybe he's got a trick up his sleeve? I don’t know.

Lifer stares nose to nose with the EXODUS World Champion, knuckles white around the leg of the chair. Christum steps forward from the pack, his hands balled into fists, his eyes narrowed with antipathy as he appears right on the precipice of leading the charge of the massacre of The New Iron Saint. Hearts are racing, and tempers are flaring as the other six mobbers flank Furor on either side, almost ready to jump out of their skin at a moment’s notice. Matthews looks at all seven of them, his arms shaking as a million thoughts begin to race through his brilliant mind - a mind that is now contemplating how he’ll survive this encounter. Matthews cocks the chair back as far as he can, seemingly having made his mind up that if he’s to go down with the rest of the Sekigun that he’ll be taking somebody with him…

*CRACK*

Zack Lifer drops to the canvas like a sack of potatoes from a vicious chairshot to the back of the head!

Seth Ericson: What the hell?

Dick Morosi: Wait a damn minute… that slime!

The chair descends to Chuck’s as the Smartest Man in Wrestling looks down at the unconscious Archangel, then his gaze turns to the crowd. Finally, he smirks, and suddenly offers his hand, which Furor clasps in a handshake. Instantly, the cheers of the arena turn to resounding boos and jeers as the two men nod in approval and acceptance of one another. Savannah Taylor hands Chuck a microphone. Matthews nods his thanks to her, and surveys the carnage around him. Slowly, Chuck paces the ring, stopping in front of each member of the handcuffed Sekigun.

Chuck Matthews: A little brutal for my taste...but very effective.

He lingers a moment longer in front of Jon Collins. Chuck crouches down, getting on eye level with the man, and making a point to look him full in the face as the Saint of Violence grits his teeth in rage and frustration.

Chuck Matthews: Yeah....very effective...

Chuck gets to his feet, nodding his approval at Furor and the men and women who surround him. Chuck sets up his chair in the ring, just next to the beaten body of Darrin Stearns. Matthews takes his perch on the back of the chair, his feet planted on the seat itself. He looks down at Darrin, sneering at him with the most condescending expression imaginable on his face.

Chuck Matthews: You couldn’t leave well-enough alone, could you? You had to be the hero. Had to stick your nose where it didn’t belong. I’m sorry it had to come to this...but I suppose you knew this was coming.

The crowd boos vehemently and feverishly, somehow, even louder than before. Chuck scratches his chin, seemingly oblivious to the jeers of the crowd. He rests his elbow on his knees, tapping the microphone thoughtfully against his lips. Finally, when the crowd begins to simmer down, he speaks.

Chuck Matthews: Does the accused have a chance to speak?

He’s immediately answered by a fresh wave of boos from the crowd. Chuck smiles, and lets them get it all out before he continues.

Chuck Matthews: Let me tell you all a story. Let me tell you a story about a man from Detroit...a man who worked hard at his job. Who was very GOOD at his job. A man who would become champion. A man who would become a WORLD champion. A man who would do it TWICE. A man who would become one of the most feared and hated men in his business, and...for what, exactly? Because somebody...somebody whose name I will not give...decided that he wasn't 'the guy.' Because one man decided that this immensely talented star from Michigan wasn't...wasn't WORTHY of respect. Does that sound like anyone we know?

Chuck looks at Furor who listens intently to what the Chicagoan has to say.

Chuck Matthews: Does this ring any bells for you?

He snaps his attention to Collins, across the ring.

Chuck Matthews: How about you, JON? Any comments, JON? Anything you'd like to say?

He waits for a response he knows won't come. Jon merely chomps at the bit while Chuck smiles.

Chuck Matthews: No? Nothing to declare? Then please, let me continue.

The Smartest Man in Wrestling clears his throat before carrying on.

Chuck Matthews: Now, let me tell you a story about a young man from Chicago...a man who, too, worked hard at his job. A man who was revered not for his talents, but for his ability to learn. To understand. A man who impressed others not with his strength of body, but his strength of mind. A man who meant no harm. A man who only wished to help. But, of course...there stood that one obstacle. There stood Nero at the gates of Rome...who decided this this poor chap from Chicago MUST be up to no good. That he MUST be plotting something malicious. Like I was some GAUL at the gates, looking for a way to take what was never his. And for what? Because someone got a nasty feeling? Because some jealous, overprotective rat didn't like me talking to his stupid wife? Eh, Mr. Stearns? Does this ring any bells to you?

Chuck sneers at Darrin, still lying on the mat.

Chuck Matthews: Well...if it's any consolation to you, you were right. I WAS up to something! I guess you knew it all along, didn't you? Ain't that a kick in the head?

Chuck frowns.

Chuck Matthews: Ooh...that was a bad choice of words, wasn’t it?

He sneers at Darrin, then looks out at the crowd.

Chuck Matthews: I came here to bring this company to the next level. To build EXODUS bigger, better than it's ever been. But...unfortunately, in order to do that, we had to destroy its foundation. We had to get rid of....you, actually, Jon. You, the man who hinders this company's progress. You, the man who punishes anybody who doesn't share your views. You, the man who has held back men like Christum Furor. Like Johnny Cannon. Like Zack Lifer. Like Justin Brooks. The list just keeps getting longer and longer. Do you know what I'VE been doing all that time?

Matthews looks at Jon now, his tone of voice sounding like a man who is comfortable with what he has done. A very satisfied one.

Chuck Matthews: I've been funding the efforts of Gods & Monsters. I've been prodding HATE, preparing them for one final attack. I have helped to ensure that Christum Furor won the EXODUS World Championship. Hell, with my funding, he did it TWICE. And, with my backing, he did something that he was never before able to accomplish: He beat your wife, Jon. And HATE! Let's not forget them! As if they needed any more reason to take you out? They were an atom bomb, unstable as ever, and just waiting for some lunatic to come along and push the button. Would you like to guess who that was?

Matthews taps his head with a huge grin, then shrugs his shoulders.

Chuck Matthews: I want you to look at what has transpired here tonight: I've broken you, Jon. Without so much as laying a finger on you, I've broken you. I've orchestrated a war, absorbed all your attention, all your energy, and when you were looking left, I hit you from the right. HATE? G&M? All of those niggling little setbacks that never seem to let up? Who do you think was the mastermind behind it all? You see...A tired mind is a mind that makes mistakes, Jon, and for the better part of the last six months, all I've done is tire you out. No breaks. No pauses. No room to breathe. And when you were finally finished, when you were finally too exhausted to continue, too beaten down to get back up again...I came in to deal my finishing blow.

Chuck hops down from the chair, stepping over Darrin's body.

Chuck Matthews: You know that feeling, Jon? That nagging sensation in the back of your mind? That stroke of bad luck that just wouldn't go away? That nasty tendency for things to suddenly go wrong just as they seemed to be tilting in your favor? That incessant feeling that there was someone behind you for months, poking you in the back with a stick?

Chuck crouches down once again, grabbing Jon's chin and forcing him to look him in the face.

Chuck Matthews: I'm that stick.

Chuck stands, slowly retreating to his position behind the chair. The crowd boos vehemently as Matthews finishes his speech. HATE and G&M applaud, and celebrate as they survey the landscape, regarding the carcasses they have left lifeless - save for one. Darrin Stearns lies at the feet of the EXODUS World Champion, garnering a frustrated shaking of the head from Furor. Christum motions to Arishima who grabs Darrin around the head before pulling him up to his feet, only to subdue him with his huge tree trunk like arms to keep him from doing anything - not that he could. Stearns looks like a man on his last legs, only able to stand due to Naoki holding him up, yet his persistence peaks the interest of the Michigander who takes the mic from his economic benefactor, wiping the blood from his visage as he looks at Stearns in complete befuddlement.

Christum Furor: Why… Why… Why Darrin?

The EXODUS World Champion appears to be visibly confused, unable to fathom what is driving Darrin to keep going even when his body has been broken, even when his friends have been beaten, even when he stands outmanned and outgunned.

Christum Furor: Why, after everything that has happened here tonight… after everything you’ve been put through… why do you continue to resist the inevitable?

Darrin’s knees buckle, his body trembling in pain as his head hangs low, finding it impossible to even lift it up due to his condition.

Christum Furor: Why would you fight a battle that isn’t yours… why would you fight for a lost cause… to fall on the sword of a man that would not reciprocate the gesture… for a man that would leave you for dead if it benefited him? He dragged you into a conflict you were not prepared for, and got your wife taken away from you because he refused to confront his own inner demons. TIFFANI IS GONE! Yet here you are, still standing by this sorry excuse of a human being. Despite my infinite wisdom I still do not understand why you continue to give everything to a man who has left you with NOTHING!

Christum shakes his head, the bewilderment written on his face becoming stronger with each passing second.

Christum Furor: Why Darrin… why would you fight… for Jonathan Collins… when you know… that you’ll only die?

Stearns pants, and coughs, blood running down his face, dripping off his lips as he finally musters the strength to look into the eyes of the man questioning him. With tired, weary, and beaten eyes, Darrin stares at Furor, and slowly offers his answer.

Darrin Stearns: Because… he’s… my friend.

The madman is speechless. The expression on his face undergoes a metamorphosis, changing from one of confusion to one of pity. After a brief moment to take it all in, Fuor nods prompting Arishma to spin Stearns around from a Ripcord grapple hold, before executing a Rolling Elbow Smash, smashing his elbow into Darrin’s mug with all the force he can possibly muster, knocking him out clean with the Lightning Blade. Christum drops to his knees, folding Darrin’s arms over the other like you would the deceased as Brian Lowery begrudgingly makes the count.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

As the bell sounds to signal the end of the bout, Christum looks in the direction of Chris Strike now, who remains cuffed to the ropes whilst being fondled by Lady Magdalena, much to the Brazilian’s chagrin. There’s a bitter scowl on Strike’s face as he looks at the carnage that has been caused by the man he refers to as the Smiling God and his associates. Strike is momentarily distracted by his former lover, who caresses him, and runs her hands through his thick hair, kissing and licking him on the cheek and neck to further infuriate him. Chris tries to break free, but there’s no use and he immediately realizes this. His gaze returns Furor now, who brings the microphone back to his lips.

Christum Furor: Because the idea of love exists in this world, sacrifice is born… and sacrifice breeds hatred… and when one knows these feelings, then they comprehend what PAIN is. But that does not mean that we can come to an understanding… to understand someone is to know their pain… to feel their pain… to share their pain. So tell me… DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME NOW?

The infamous villain’s voice echoes through the arena as he looks out into the capacity crowd, then at the bodies strewn along the ring, first to Kane, then to Fiona, to Jonathan, and now back at Strike - the man who returned at Absent Are the Saints under the guile of WEAPON with the hope of beating him once and for all.

Christum Furor: DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY PAIN?

The World Champion looks down at Darrin’s lifeless carcass, passing his hand over Stearns’ eyes to shut them.

Christum Furor: This cruel business… this broken system which is exploited by crooked politicians like Jonathan… they took EVERYTHING away from me. They took my hope away. They took my spirit away. They took my dreams away. THEY TOOK HAVEN AWAY AND LEFT ME WITH NOTHING!!! And the PAIN of loneliness… of desolation… it drove me INSANE because I couldn’t bear the pain… Magnus Gunner couldn’t bear the pain… and so he DIED. But from his ashes rose the man who became the SAVIOR OF THE WORLD! The man who became a GOD… and that GOD has come to bring down a wrath upon EXODUS and those who live to build themselves up by tearing down everyone else… who lie, and deceive those around them to pursue their own selfish ambitions… WHO DESTROY LIVES TO PRESERVE THEIR OWN EXISTENCE!

The madman washes his hand over Darrin’s crimson mask, wiping the blood across his chest, and then his own face as he stares at the members of the Sekigun.

Christum Furor: And that God’s name is CHRISTUM FUROR…. and THIS… IS… THE NEW AGE!

The EXODUS World Champion outstretches his arms in the crucifix pose, while HATE and G&M all follow suit as a still and ominous shot to end the telecast.


WINNER (and STILL World Champion): CHRISTUM FUROR

We come back from commercial with a confirmed match for Long Way Down! It's one more time, the Generation of Miracles and Dragons Unleashed in a two out of three falls match!

Dick Morosi: It's the final chapter in that rivalry in a few weeks at Long Way Down! Dragons Unleashed and The Generation of Miracles one more time for the Tag Team Titles!

Seth Ericson: Laurel Anne Hardy and Evangelista are looking to become two-time Tag Team Champions, but they have to get past the Generation of Miracles. It's becoming a full blown rivalry.

Dick Morosi: There's a rivalry there, but also a good deal of respect. Our next match has a lot of the same, but these two only want one thing! Wulf Erikssen and Angela Jameson are up next, with the winner to face Daisuke Iwakuma at Long Way Down. Let's go to the ring!

NORMAL MATCH
ANGELA JAMESON VS. WULF ERIKSSEN

David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The fans in the arena are eagerly anticipating the next thing to happen when all of a sudden, the lights are cut off sharply, causing the fans to murmur among them as to what is happening. As they continue to wonder, a solitary guitar riff echoes throughout the arena, furthering the confusion of those in attendance. As the riff keeps playing, the clash of a bass guitar and the beat of drums chime in, and red spotlights begin to pulsate in perfect sync with the beat of the music. While this is going on, the eerie voice of Tom Araya breaks through, reaching the audience.



[[As soon as the final word is uttered, the loud crash of the drums and guitar signal a brilliant white light to take over the arena, truly kicking off “South of Heaven” by Slayer. Once the light fades out, it has been replaced by blood red lights. Spotlights frame the aisle and begin to pulse with the music.]]

David Zinkus: Introducing first, now residing in San Diego, California, she weighs in at 125 pounds….”The Fallen Angel” Angela Jameson!!

A few seconds pass and out from behind the curtains emerges ‘The Fallen Angel’ Angela Jameson. She steps out onto the stage, clad in her purple and black entrance robe, the hood coming down to just below her eyebrows. Her crystal blue eyes show little emotion as she stands there, surveying the scene for a moment before moving slowly down the aisle, the fans showering her with a loud chorus of boos. Her arms remain at her sides as her laser-like gaze remains focused on the ring as she climbs the steps slowly. She stands on the apron, with her back resting slightly on the ropes and glances to her right and left before reaching up with her right hand and yanking back the hood. As soon as she yanks the hood back, the lights slowly return to normal. Angela then steps through the bottom and middle ropes. Standing up tall in the ring, she quickly undoes her robe and hands it to the stagehand before slowly pacing around the ring as her music starts to fade out.

Dick Morosi: Angela looks fired up tonight.

Seth Ericson: Really? If you ask me, she looks irritated.

Dick Morosi: She has been chomping at the bit to get her hands on Daisuke Iwakuma. For that to happen, she has to face the man who is about to make his way out.

The opening words of "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys echo around the arena as the entranceway becomes illuminated in red and white light. As the music kicks in, Wulf enters the arena with a bottle of beer in his hand, escorted by Stacey-X. Wulf walks about the entranceway, drinking from the bottle whilst saluting the crowd, as Stacey eggs the crowd on, clapping her hands.

David Zinkus: David Zinkus: And her opponent, from Romford, Essex, England, he weighs in at 224 lbs… He is “The Bar Room Hero” Wulf Erikssen!

Wulf then downs the remainder of the bottle, before smashing it over his head. Following this, he sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises an arm in salute to the audience, as Stacey walks down to ringside. Wulf then turns to face his opponent, cracking his knuckles as he waits.

Dick Morosi: Wulf is very popular with the crowd here tonight.

Seth Ericson: No wonder Section B loves this guy. He’s practically one of them!

The two meet in the middle of the ring as Wulf extends his hand, which Angela shakes. The two back up a few paces, both with determined expressions on their faces. As referee Chris Dawson is about to ring the bell when “New Cult King” by Mushroomhead starts to play over the sound system. The crowd is confused as Daisuke Iwakuma, Norihiro Akashi, Oliver Creed and Eve, collectively known as HATE, make their way down to the ring.

Dick Morosi: What the heck are they doing out here??

Seth Ericson: Scouting, perhaps? One of the two in the ring WILL face Daisuke at Long Way Down.

Dick Morosi: I don’t have a good feeling about this, Seth.

Wulf and Angela glance at each other as HATE climbs into the ring. With a slight nod, the two charge at the four aggressors. Wulf has squared off with Akashi and Oliver Creed, while Angela was dealing with Eve and Daisuke. Both EXODUS loyalists were holding their own against the HATE members, with lefts and rights being traded back and forth at a blistering pace.

Dick Morosi: Wulf and Angela are holding their own despite the numbers against them!

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but how much longer can they keep this up?

No sooner had Seth spoken that things began to change in the ring. Akashi nailed a kick to the right knee of Wulf. That knocked him down but he kept on swinging. Eve had nailed a stiff kick to Angela’s stomach, which caused her to lurch forward. Daisuke reached out and grabbed her right arm, twisting it around and dropping an elbow down on her previously surgically repaired shoulder. As HATE turns the tide on Wulf and Angela, a team of referees hustles down the ramp and slides into the ring, trying to break the fighting up.

Seth Ericson: Oh come on. Let them fight!

Dick Morosi: Finally some law and order among this chaos.

Seth Ericson: You sound like Brianna Singer.

Dick Morosi: Shut up, Seth.

The referees struggle at first, but manage to separate the warring factions. A couple of attempts by Wulf and Angela to break out of the referees’ grasp and lunge at HATE were thwarted. While this was going on, the sight of a Segway riding down the aisle causes the fans to give a little cheer. Their cheers grow louder when they see it is not Cleon, but Nicholas Gray. He stops at the end of the aisle and produces a microphone that he had taped to the front of his Segway for reasons we don’t quite understand.

Nicholas Gray: Well isn't this a shame! Because of that villainous, nasty HATE, there was no winner! And without a winner, there can't be a match at Long Way Down! Oh nooooooooooo!

He presses his hands to his face in an expression of extremely exaggerated sadness.

Nicholas Gray: Whatever can we do now? What answer is there....besides to Oprah it.

The members of HATE, who all seemed quite pleased with themselves, look among themselves in confusion now.

Nicholas Gray: Cause guess what?

He points at Wulf.

Nicholas Gray: You get a Daisuke!

He points at Angela.

Nicholas Gray: And you get a Daisuke!

He then points at Daisuke.

Nicholas Gray: And you get a Wulf AND an Angela! And the grand prize winner, these fans, get a triple threat between the three of you at Long Way Down!

Daisuke begins to freak out, screaming angrily at Gray, who just gives him a slow wave.

Nicholas Gray: You have fuuuuuuun now, asshole!

He then segways away, leaving Daisuke continuing to shout at him as Angela and Wulf both are left smiling.

WINNER: NO CONTEST

We cut to commercial with Daisuke looking irate as both Angela and Wulf on the outside of the ring grinning at the news from Nicholas.

We cut backstage and Tom Matheny seems to be knocking on a door. When we see it open, it's clearly someone who looks more agitated than she's ever been: Fiona Collins. Tom seems taken aback by this, and he almost seems reluctant to ask his question.

Tom Matheny: ...a moment, Fiona?

Fiona sighs heavily and loudly, shaking her head before she reluctantly opens the door wider and slips outside to stand beside him. Her hair is a mess of waves, as if she hadn’t stopped running and tugging her fingers through it. Her eyes seemed to have dark circles under them, like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Grumbling, Fiona folds her arms over her chest and stares at Tom.

Fiona Collins: Well, what is it, Tom? What do you want to ask me?

Tom Matheny: I just wanted your thoughts on how Gods & Monsters tried to attack you and Jonathan two weeks ago.

Fiona rolls her eyes, becoming visibly annoyed before she looks at Tom again after a couple deep breaths.

Fiona Collins: My thoughts? You want to know my thoughts? Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m sick and tired of Gods & Monsters trying to tear down this company; the company I’ve loved and seen grow from the ground up. I’ve seen the chaos they’ve caused for weeks now and it’s time for it to end. I know that every week someone tries to stop them and it fails or backfires but this time? I’m done. I’m ending this for good. I’ve seen the problems and chaos that Furor’s protege, Naoki Arishima caused alongside his mentor.

She pauses, staring at Tom, before she turns her head to stare into the camera, eyes blazing and jaw tight with anger.

Fiona Collins: And I want Arishima at Long Way Down in two weeks. It’s time to put an end to this. For good.

With one last look at Tom, Fiona turns and heads back into her locker room where she slams the door closed where she leaves behind a bewildered Tom before cutting to Dick & Seth.

TAG TEAM MATCH
THE GENERATION OF MIRACLES VS. FIONA COLLINS (HEC Women's Champion) & CHANDLER SCOTT

David Zinkus: This is is a non-title match, scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit!

The lights dim inside of the arena, the Tron beginning to display black and white frames of two very different women beating opponents senseless with various amount of strikes, as a fierce beat alongside a low whistle is heard over the PA system, an inflatable NFL-like tunnel on the center of the ramp as the lights begin to flash white, red and gold all over the arena, the spotlight shining on the tunnel as “Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan starts through the PA system and the RZA’s voice blasts through the system.

BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHER, BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!

Bursting out from the inflatable tunnel to the roar of the crowd are Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade. Both are geared up in their respective attires made of gold and black colors with red trim in Leander’s and white in Vanessa’s. As Cade executes a 360 spin with her right elbow leading, Leander raises his fist and hooks his arm around Vanessa’s as streamers of gold, black, white and red fire off behind and over them. With that both competitors make their way to the ring, staring down the ramp with every intent of making things happen.

David Zinkus: Introducing first...weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy-five pounds, they are Vanessa Cade and Leander Apollo and they are the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions…the Generation of Miracles!!!!!!!!!!

The Generation of Miracles get inside the squared circle, the crowd showing their support accordingly as Vanessa and Leander ascend to the top rope on each side, Vanessa bringing her arms high up and gloves together to form her own logo within it while Apollo extends his arms to the side, basking in the crowd support. The two hop out of the top rope and begin their preparations for the contest ahead.

Dick Morosi: The Tag Team Champions are looking to gain some extra traction before their match against Dragons Unleashed at Long Way Down.

Seth Ericson: Well all the luck to them, because they drew some tough opponents!

And with that, "Flight of the Valkyries" starts to play and suddenly the crowd starts to erupt with louder than normal cheers (and a few jeers based on some of his recent events) as the presence of Chandler Scott is at the entrance! Chandler starts to walk down the ramp before he looks up at both Cade and Apollo before pointing to the entrance as soon as "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive starts!



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



As that second verse plays, Fiona starts to make her way to the ring, an intense look on her face. Glancing at a young fan, she nods and touches foreheads with them as she pulls off a glow necklace from her neck and gives it to the fan. As the chorus repeats, she flips off the hood and hops up onto the apron. Once she looks out and surveys the crowd, she turns to face the ring before springboarding over the top rope, flipping over it and landing down on her knee, hand touching the mat as if she landed like a superhero! Quickly heading to a corner, she climbs up and once again holds up one finger to the air to get the crowd into everything. Looking back at the people in the ring, Fiona starts to remove her hoodie and look ready as she mentally prepares herself for the match.

Dick Morosi: Jonathan Collins and Chandler Scott were the GFC Tag Team Champions at one point. I think Chandler is hoping he and Fiona have the same kind of chemistry.

Seth Ericson: I think Chandler's got this on lock, but I'm hoping he's loyal enough to Fiona Collins. It's one thing to be loyal to the Godfathers, it's another when it's a fellow Sekigun member and someone Savannah Taylor seems to be in direct odds with.

Cade starts for her team, and after a glare to the corner of the opponent, she seems to be getting her wish as Fiona Collins tells Chandler she will start for her team! Stepping into the ring, Fiona looks over at Vanessa Cade, the two of them glaring at one another! The two start to circle around one another before locking up in the center of the ring, neither of them gaining an early advantage! Cade slowly starts to back Fiona to a corner, but Fiona manages to shift, gaining the advantage of putting her in a side headlock! Vanessa pushes her off toward the ropes, and looks to go for a forward flip, and she handsprings off the ropes, but Cade ducks in anticipation for the Shinigami...BUT FIONA REMAINS ON HER HANDS BEFORE KICKING HER IN THE HEAD! Cade hits the ground as Fiona gets to her feet, looking to end it quick with the Shinigami, but Cade hits the ground to avoid it, all before Fiona spins and lands on her feet before Vanessa kips up and the two stare one another down! The crowd applauds for both women, and Fiona smiles and claps along with them! She reaches her hand out to show some respect for Vanessa, who looks to be extending her hand as well, before she pulls it away at the last second, getting some jeers from the crowd!

Dick Morosi: Vanessa Cade's had some long standing aspirations to take the head of Fiona Collins.

Seth Ericson: I can think of a lot of people who would take more than her head if she wasn't married...

Fiona looks to go lock up with Vanessa again, but this time Cade gets the advantage by giving her a quick thumb to the eye before whipping her to a neutral corner. Cade charges in, but Fiona swings away from the corner, leaving Vanessa to eat turnbuckle before Fiona quickly comes in to roll her up!

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KICKOUT!

Vanessa gets up and comes in, quickly hitting a huge elbow to Fiona's jaw! Fiona reels for a bit and Vanessa starts to lick her lips, realizing she's got Fiona early. She goes to hoist her up, dropping her with a fireman's carry gutbuster, nailing it as she goes to take in Leander. Apollo comes in and the two whip her to the ropes, the two hitting her with a double dropkick! Fiona tries to crawl to her corner, Chandler with his arm stretched out for the tag, but Apollo pulls her back and brings her toward the center of the ring, working on driving his knee into the back of the one she injured about a year ago! Apollo lifts her up and drops her down quickly with a dragon suplex before looking to tag in Vanessa again. Vanessa happens to be salivating over the idea of an injured Fiona, coming in and dropping a knee on her to keep her down before backing up and coming in as Fiona starts to stand again, hitting her with a Gold Rush knee!

David Zinkus: Five minutes gone by, five minutes!

Dick Morosi: Vanessa Cade's taking a sick pleasure in this.

Seth Ericson: Vanessa's had a long standing desire to take out Fiona Collins, and she may just get her chance tonight!

Vanessa looks to be sizing her up and going for the Golden Elbow, but as she charges in, Fiona ducks, spins her, AND HITS A HUGE ELBOW OF HER OWN TO THE FACE! PALM STRIKE! DROPSAULT! Clear Eyes, Full Heart, Can't Lose to Vanessa Cade gives Fiona just enough of a healthy distance as Cade tries to charge back toward her, but Fiona rolls under...AND SHE TAGS IN CHANDLER SCOTT! Chandler comes in and hits a huge lariat on Cade! She rolls out for Apollo to come in...LARIAT TO HIM! Chandler cleans house, and the crowd erupts in favor of the Harvard grad! He picks up Cade and whips her to the ropes...SPINEBUSTER! Chandler pops up and the crowd goes wild! He looks to start setting Vanessa up for the Varsity Blues, but Leander comes in out of nowhere with a huge Yakuza kick, taking down Scott before Cade jacknifes...

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TH--FIONA WITH THE SAVE!

A huge dropkick from the Stardust Seraph prevents the three count from happening, and as soon as Cade gets up, she's met with a huge Soul Caliber jawbreaker from Fiona! Cade stumbles around...LEAVING CHANDLER TO PICK HER UP AND START SPINNING HER FOR THE VARSITY BLUES! Fiona looks to be sizing up Vanessa to hit her with the Shinigami as soon as Chandler puts her down, and she leaps off a springboard from the ropes...ONLY TO BE MET WITH A SPEAR FROM APOLLO! Chandler sees Leander and comes toward him, but Apollo ducks and picks him up after getting behind Chandler...HYAKU SHIKI!

David Zinkus: Ten minutes gone by, there are five minutes remaining!

Apollo happens to be the only one remaining, and he looks around, looking to get the crowd behind him! He grabs Chandler quickly...LEOPLEX! He tries to go for the cover, but Fiona breaks it up with a sliding dropkick to get him away from Chandler. She waits until he's on his feet...SHINIGAMI! Fiona celebrates and she tries to go for the pin, but Cade pulls her off and lifts her...GOLDEN ELBOW! Cade dusts her hands off as she tries to go for the pin, but before she can hook the leg, CHANDLER HITS A HUGE HARVARD HAMMER AND NOW ALL FOUR COMPETITORS ARE DOWN! The crowd is roaring its approval of this match, and as the quartet tries to stir, the crowd knows the time is of the essence!

Dick Morosi: Time is ticking down, and no one is up!

Seth Ericson: This is friggin' great, Dick!

Fiona starts to get to the ropes, using them to help her get to her feet...

David Zinkus: THREE MINUTES REMAIN!

Vanessa gets to her feet, and Leander slowly gets to his, along with Chandler. The four are all in individual corners now...AND THE FOUR ALL GO CHARGING IN FOR A BRAWL! CHANDLER SQUARING OFF WITH LEANDER AND VANESSA WITH SCOTT! The four continue to trade punches, and at this point, limbs are just flying everywhere to get some offense in! Chandler whips Vanessa to the ropes, and Fiona hits her with a huge dropkick, all before Leander hits a major DDT on Chandler! The four aren't even looking at the time clock, and the bell starts to ring!

David Zinkus: The fifteen minute time limit has been lapsed, this match has been declared a draw!

The four start to settle down as the crowd boos and asks for five more minutes, but the referee is waving it off as he hands the belts back to the Generation Of Miracles. The four meet again in the center of the ring, and it seems like Fiona still wants to shake the hand of Vanessa Cade, who looks like she wants to blow off Fiona again. Leander is trying to tell her to show some respect and do it...while conversely Chandler is telling Fiona that if Vanessa doesn't want to be respectful, she should just kick Cade in the face! The two stare one another down and the tempers seem to be flaring at the words exchanged...BUT THE TWO RELUCTANTLY SHAKE HANDS! Cade yanks her hands away, and the four seem to tap fists and let it out of their system.

Dick Morosi: That may have been just the thing the Generation of Miracles needed to get themselves prepared for Long Way Down.

Seth Ericson: They're hoping at least. In a couple of weeks, it's going to be no joke!

WINNER: TIME LIMIT DRAW

As the quartet shake hands and raise each other's arms in respect, we cut to commercial.

We come back from commercial, and Tom Matheny stands backstage, clearly waiting for someone.

Tom Matheny: Here.

He steps out in time to block the path of Chuck Matthews, who happens to be walking by.

Tom Matheny: I've been meaning to talk to you, Chuck.

Chuck looks at the camera for a split-second, then to Tom.

Chuck Matthews: No.

He pushes past Tom and continues his way down the hall. Tom pursues him, armed with his microphone and camera crew.

Tom Matheny: Just a few questions.

Chuck Matthews: No.

Tom Matheny: You just came off another crushing defeat, this time at the hands of Lexy Chap-

Chuck stops. He turns towards Tom.

Chuck Matthews: And?

Tom Matheny: And this is two losses in two matches, and neither one has been close. Does that concern you?

Chuck Matthews: Why would that concern me?

Tom Matheny: Aren't you always saying nobody can figure out the trick to beating you?

Chuck Matthews: Apparently the trick is 'wait until it's convenient for Chuck to lose.' Is that the answer you were looking for?

Tom Matheny: You know what I think?

Chuck Matthews: I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway.

Tom Matheny: I think you're just trying to save face. I think it's a cheap cop out so you don't have you admit that you can't actually wrestle. I think you know very well you're not good enough to beat EITHER of them, and now that you've been demolished by both, you'll go back and say you never meant to in the first place.

Chuck shrugs.

Chuck Matthews: That's a valid point. But are you really prepared to put all your eggs in THAT basket?

Tom Matheny: I suppose that would rely on this "plan" you never stop talking about.

Chuck Matthews: See? Now you're getting it.

Tom Matheny: Speaking of which, what IS your "master plan?" Will we ever actually see what it is you've been planning?

Chuck smiles.

Chuck Matthews: To tell you the truth, I'm a little disappointed you haven't already. The clues are all there, Tom. You just need to put all the pieces together.

Tom Matheny: And your comments about Lexy Chapel? Those were part of this puzzle?

Chuck Matthews: You know what I like about Lexy? She's a clever girl. She's learning. She seems to have grasped this simple concept that nobody else really understands.

Tom Matheny: And that is?

Chuck Matthews: Everything I do, I do for a reason. There's a sophisticated thought process behind every action I take, and every word I say. But what Lexy has learned is that there is one thing that is just as important as the things that I say...and that's the things I DON'T say. Lexy has learned to read between the lines. She realizes that if I come at her with one simple word, there's a reason for it. I did not just decide on a whim not to speak. Whether I talk for twenty minutes, or don't talk at all...there is always a reason. Always a motive.

Tom Matheny: So it wasn't a sign of disrespect?

Chuck Matthews: I'd imagine it could certainly be construed as one, but no. That was not the point. On the contrary, I have the utmost respect for Mrs. Chapel. Not for her personality, or her show, or for how badly she whooped my ass tonight...but because she's a fighter. She understands that this business goes beyond what happens in a ring. And while I may not agree with the decisions she makes or the idols she chooses to keep...I absolutely agree with the fact that she'll make those decisions for herself. That shows a spine that I'm afraid so few people show these days.

Tom Matheny: Would you care to elaborate on that?

Chuck looks at Tom and smirks.

Chuck Matthews: Not really, no.

Tom Matheny: So what about Christian Kane. Rumor is that he's specifically requested you at Long Way Down. Any thoughts?

Chuck Matthews: Not particularly.

Tom Matheny: You don't see Christian Kane as a threat?

Chuck Matthews: Truth be told, I don't think HE sees ME as a threat. So you tell me: Who's the bigger fool in this scenario?

Tom Matheny: With your recent losing streak? I'd have to say you.

Chuck smiles.

Chuck Matthews: Fair enough. We'll see what happens, won't we?

Tom Matheny: One more-

Chuck shakes his head.

Chuck Matthews: Nice chat, Tommy-boy, but I've got places to be. Maybe another time, hmm?

Chuck winks at the interviewer and strolls off down the hallway, whistling a tune to himself as the show cuts back to ringside.

Seth Ericson: Are you ready for one of the longest entrances in Exodus Pro?

Dick Morosi: Not particularly...

Seth Ericson: Well too bad because it's happening anyway! Time for a San Diego Bay Title match!

SAN DIEGO BAY TITLE MATCH
SAVANNAH TAYLOR (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) VS. SAMANTHA RAINE

[ The arena suddenly goes darkens which stuns all the fans in to a hushed silence as they don’t know what to expect. The crowd just continues to be silent as the stage crew in charge of the lighting starts to simulate the look of lightening flashing within the arena as the sound system starts to broadcast the sound of a rain storm as white and blue confetti start falling like rain on both sides of the entrance. The sound of the rain storm is momentarily broken up by the sound of Samantha Raine saying… “No rain on this parade…” which is followed by “Sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about, What's the deal with this pop life and when is it gonna fade out?” as the large screen comes to life showing Samantha standing out in a pretty looking field when all of the sudden she’s caught in a down pour.]



[ As the video continues to play Sam to stand in the field with out running for cover. Instead, she looks up at the sky allowing the rain to pelt her face as she raises both of her arms up and for a quick moment several times the footage flips to Sam doing that same motion, but to hold up either the GDW Heavyweight title and half of the tag titles or the GDW Undisputed titles. The fans in the building some start cheering while the others start booing wildly as N*Sync’s “Pop” continues to blast through the speakers.]



[ When Sam finally steps out from behind the curtain she is not alone as she is joined by Ashley Chase as the video changes once again, but this time it starts to show clips from her greatest matches with Angela Jameson, Feature Presentation, and Jasmine. The cheering actually gets just a little bit louder as the former GDW Undisputed Champion as she stands at the top of the entrance ramp right in the center of the confetti falling around her in her "Supergirl" themed attired that's even adorned with a red cape that falls just to her lower back and Ashley who is seemingly dressed up as "Lois Lane". Sam smiles widely as she starts to make her way down to the ring.]



[ Sam alternates between the left and right side of the ring as she stops to take pictures with the fans, sign a few autographs, and for the younger fans giving a kiss on the cheek.]



David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...Samantha RAINE!

[Once she reaches the ring she walks over to the ring stairs and then jaunts up them on to the apron. She moves over to the center of the apron where she looks at all the fans with a smile on her face before she enters the ring, but she stops when she is just half way in to the ring. During that slight pause in her entering the ring she wiggles her ass very much to the male fan‘s delight. Once she is in the ring she walks around the ring a bit doing her best to blow kisses out to all of the fans with both of her hands, but the sheer number of fans makes it impossible.]



[Though the fans just continue to cheer her attention turns from them as she starts to stretch herself out a little bit more to get ready for her match, but not before allowing Ashley to remove her cape from her shoulders.]

Seth Ericson: Sweet....Jesus...

The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries a solid black leather riding crop. She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out.

David Zinkus: And now in the ring...she is the REIGNING...the DEFENDING...the Exodus Pro San Diego Bay Champion...Savannah Taylor.

Dick Morosi: Raine and Savannah are becoming familiar with each other.

Seth Ericson: Well until a few weeks ago they were the only two women. We've got more now. So exciting! I'd rather watch them wrestle than two dudes.

Dick Morosi: Times like these you really creep me out.

The ref calls for the bell as the two size each other up. Savannah offers her hand to shake and Raine shakes it.

David Zinkus: I love the respect these two women have for each other.

Seth Ericson: I'd rather them get on with the match.

Savannah goes for a quick rib kick but Raine catches her right away. Raine shakes her head no and shoves Savannah onto her back. Raine grabs Savannah's other leg and turns with her back to the corner and slingshots her into the turnbuckle. Savannah hits facefirst and grabs at her face as Raine gets up. Raine grabs Savannah by the head and runs up the corner hitting a Shiranui. Both women get up and Raine rolls Savannah up with a small package.


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KICKOUT!


Both women get up again and Savannah goes for a high roundhouse but Raine ducks it and Savannah spins all the way around. Raine hits Savannah in the back of the leg with a chopblock. Savannah drops down and Savannah grabs her by the head again and this time jumps off the middle rope hitting Savannah with the Rain Shower (Diving Neck Breaker). She rolls her over for another cover.


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KICKOUT!


Dick Morosi: Savannah needs to get back in control.

Seth Ericson: Those missed kicks are adding up.

Savannah gets up slowly as Raine gets up quickly. Raine backs Savannah against the ropes and whips her off them. As Savannah comes back Raine lowers her shoulder but Savannah kicks Raine in the shoulder straightening her up. Savannah grabs Raine by the hair and throws her hard face down on the mat. The ref warns her about the hair and she apologizes but tries to catch her breath.

Seth Ericson: Unlike Savannah there, but desperation made her do it.

Dick Morosi: Whatever works right?

Raine gets up and Savannah jumps up and gives her a dropkick. Raine drops to a knee as Savannah gets up. Savannah sizes Raine up and kicks Raine right in the head with a roundhouse kick. Raine goes down and Savannah pulls Raine up and backs her into the corner. She lifts Raine up onto the corner and climbs up with her. She looks over her shoulder before leaping up and wrapping her legs around Raines head pulling her down with a hurricanrana. The crowd lets out an OOOH as Savannah crawls on top of Raine for the cover.


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KICKOUT!


Seth Ericson: Almost!

Dick Morosi: Savannah really wants this, but so does Raine.

Savannah gets up and pulls Raine to her feet. She whips her into the corner and follows with a Handspring into a back elbow! Raine doubles over and Savannah grabs her around the head and runs into the middle of the ring drilling her with a bulldog. Raine gets up dazed as Savannah rolls back to her feet. She runs at Raine and leaps up giving her a running knee to the chin! Raine goes down hard as Savannah gets up pointing to the corner.

Dick Morosi: What a hit!

Seth Ericson: She could hit me with that any day!

Savannah goes to the corner and climbs to the top. She looks down measuring up Raine laying in the middle of the ring. She leaps off and goes for the WELCOME TO SIN CITY (Dragonrana) as Samantha climbs to her feet, sending her across the ring. Savannah connects with the move and grabs her own ribs from the impact. She falls back on to Raine and makes he cover.


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THREE!!!


David Zinkus: Here is your winner and STILL Exodus Pro San Diego Bay Champion...Savannah Taylor!

WINNER (and STILL San Diego Bay Champion): Savannah Taylor

Savannah gets up as the ref raises her hand in victory. Raine looks up disappointed in herself but nods at Savannah that she was bested tonight.

Dick Morosi: Good win for Savannah!

Seth Ericson: Every win is a good win, Dick. Now let's head backstage!

We cut from the ring to the waiting presence of Tom Matheny!

Tom Matheny: Ladies and Gentlemen…I give to you at this time, The Monster of the Bay, Justin Brooks.

Stepping into the frame, Justin Brooks stands to the right Tom, with his hands stuffed into the front pocket of his black hooded sweatshirt with the phrase, ‘MONSTERS ARE REAL’ printed on the front in large red letters. He looks past Tom for a moment before finally meeting Tom’s gaze with his own with a acknowledging nod of his head.

Justin Brooks: Tom.

Tom Matheny: Justin, it’s good to see you there are a lot of questions that a lot of the Exodus faithful would love to get answers too. First off…Zack Lifer.

The mention of Lifer’s name, brings a smirk over Justin’s lips as he shakes his head slowly in annoyance of the man known as Zack Lifer.

Tom Matheny: He had some choice words for you after EXPRO On FX 21 where you were the victor over him and Evangelista with Daisuke Iwakuma in your corner. Any comments for him?

Justin Brooks: Zack Lifer should be more worried about me than Cleon Gray. Zack Lifer should be start to really get worried because while he wants to think that I’m just some nameless henchmen running around for Cleon, he found out a few weeks ago that’s not the case. Cleon doesn’t call the shots when it comes to the issues that I have with Zack Lifer. The only person pulling the strings is Justin Brooks and Zack is right on point to think that once Cleon is long gone that I’ll be standing here because like I told him that whatever his dreams are EXODUS Pro that I’m going to make sure that I turn them into nightmares.

Tom Matheny: You promised Cleon that you were going to make sure that Zack Lifer is never seen in Exodus again.

Justin chuckles to himself, remembering that colorful conversation he had with Cleon not long ago.

Justin Brooks: And Tom, I’m a man of my word because honestly, I’ve had enough of Lifer and I’m going to do what Collins is too pussy to do, what Gunner is busy too deal with, what the rest of Exodus is too incapable to do and that’s put a end of Zack Lifer and everything he stands for. He wants to call himself ‘The Archangel’ well we are going to find out how far an angel can fly when I rip out his wings with my bare hands. I will leaving in a bloodied heap in the middle of that ring at Long Way Down.

Tom Matheny: Are you accepting his challenge? Are you accepting Zack Lifer’s challenge for a Barbed Wire Massacre Match?

Justin takes the microphone from Tom’s hands as he looks dead into the camera with a sneer curling up on his upper lip.

Justin Brooks: Zack Lifer…the Archangel of Exodus…you had the balls to challenge The Big Bad Brooks at Long Way Down to a Barbed Wire Massacre? Well, I accept. You want to think that I’m stepping into your playground, my friend, you’ve done nothing more but step into your final resting place. I accept your match on your terms because I want to beat Zack Lifer within an inch of his life and leave no excuses for you when wake up bloodied, beaten, and broken. You’ll know that Justin Brooks just isn’t some hired muscle…not some henchmen…not to mindless good running around the locker rooms.

Oh no, Justin Brooks is the Mad that you wish you could be. Justin Brooks is the Bastard that you can’t be. Justin Brooks is the Monster that will step into your world and make it his own. Mark my words, Zackary…I will hurt you, I will beat you…and I will make you suffer like never before and if you're lucky…if you say your prayers…then maybe JUST maybe…

Brooks. Will. Kill. You.

Slamming the microphone in the chest of Tom Matheny with a soft thud, Justin doesn’t even give Tom an acknowledging nod of his head as he walks off screen as we go to commercial.