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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 1, 2014 11:52:41 GMT -6
There was a heavy knock at the door as Cleon looked up from his paperwork after commercials, removing the thin reading glasses from his face, placing them on the desktop. Yet before he could open his mouth to grant permission, the door to his office slings open with little resistence. If it was anyone else, Cleon would immediately have to put them on the list for Future Discipline but yet this was different, stepping into the office was man known as Justin Brooks…the one who Cleon Gray had dubbed his Hall Monitor. Yet, Justin wasn’t too keen on the idea of a suit and tie, instead settling on black hooded sweatshirt with the phrase ‘MONSTERS ARE REAL’ on the front. The sleeves are pulled up passed his elbows, showing his heavily taped hands that extended halfway up his forearms.
Cleon Gray: Ah, Mr. Brooks, thank you for meeting with me tonight. We need to talk.
Justin Brooks: What the [CENSORED] do we need to talk about, Cleon?
Slowly, Cleon adjusts in his large black leather chair as rolls his shoulders forward, looking up at Justin who stands in front of him with his large arms crossed over his chest. Justin doesn’t smile or give Cleon the satisfaction of knowing what was going on inside of the head of Monster of the Bay.
Cleon Gray: Mr. Brooks, please…there’s no need for the foul language. I wanted to speak with you because I would like to congratulate you on your most recently victory over Evangelista and Mr. Lifer. I had the utmost confidence in your abilities; I just needed you to realize it.
Justin huffs and rolls his eyes, holding back a snicker bring a soft smile to lips of Cleon.
Cleon Gray: While, my methods to some may seem a bit unorthodox but they are effective and its proven system, Mr. Brooks. Two weeks ago, you were brought to such a state of rage that you were only mere seconds from tearing this desk apart and me along with it. Instead you went to that ring, along with Daisuke, and showed everyone on that EXODUS Pro roster what I already know…that Justin Brooks isn’t to be trifled with.
Justin Brooks: If you came up here just to blow smoke up my ass, Cleon…then save your breath. I don’t need to stand here and listen to your bullshit; like I told you then I’m going to tell you again. My vendetta against Zack Lifer isn’t for you…it isn’t because of some twisted sense discipline that you have. Hell, you don’t even have majority stake in this company…let alone enough power to make major moves…
His last statement wipes the smile from Cleon’s lips, leaving it in a smirk that is none too pleasant.
Justin Brooks: …and when the time is right, I’m not going to just destroy Zack Lifer, at Long Way Down, I’m going to make sure that he leaves out of EXODUS Pro on a stretcher. So don’t get it twisted, Cleon, I’m not doing for you, I’m doing it for me.
Cleon Gray: For your sake, Mr. Brooks, I hope that you deliver with such grandiose promises. I can understand the type of jubilation that you may be feeling coming off of your victory two weeks ago but I hope it doesn’t blind you to the goal at hand, which is Mr. Zachary Lifer.
For once, Justin smiles in the direction and begins to laugh. Yet it’s nothing that’s menacing…or sadistic…or anything carrying any negative connotation. It’s a laughter that’s usually reserved for those closest to him, such as the woman who recently became his wife, it’s a laughter of pure amusement.
Justin Brooks: Cleon, you don’t get it, do you? I don’t need you…you need me. It took several weeks and few shots to the head to see it but I finally see it. I don’t need Cleon Gray to become the Monster that Justin Brooks has always been. Cleon Gray needs Justin Brooks to be the Monster that he’s always been because without Justin Brooks, there isn’t a soul that’s going to stand between them and you. You think that Savannah Taylor is going to come and save you? You think that pretty little face is gonna leave Magnus Gunner's side to come save you when Zack Lifer…Kerry Windsor…and everyone else that you’ve crossed starts knocking at your door?
Another soft bit of laughter escapes his lips as Justin shakes his head slowly. Cleon doesn’t respond but he doesn’t too, the seed of doubt has already been planted as Justin just continues to smile and laugh to himself softly.
Justin Brooks: You need me, Cleon…not the other way around, remember that. I’m the Monster you need to keep the other Monsters at bay and off your doorstep. It would do you well to remember those who provide you with that peace of mind that tucks you in at night. You don’t want me on that Cleon…you need me on that wall, so sit there and shut up while you enjoy the serenity that I afford you. Now, if you’ll excuse me…I have a Dragon to destroy.
Justin smile fades from his lips as it’s replaced with the look of a man who’s willing to go where no one else was willing or wanted to go. A place where the price of admission was too high for most but not for this individual, Cleon Gray and others would want to think that Justin Brooks was nothing more but a mad dog off of his leash on let on the loose. But Justin was more much more dangerous and much more devastating that some rabid dog…Justin was a Monster and he was a Monster on a Mission. Before turning to leave, Justin reaches towards Cleon’s desk grabbing a apple-cinnamon granola bar from the small stack in his large hand before making his way towards the door.
Justin Brooks: I [CENSORED] love Granola…
And with that, we cut back to Dick & Seth.
Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is starting to put a little bit more fear into the game of Cleon Gray.
Seth Ericson: Ever since the news broke about how little power Cleon actually has, things have become a lot more interesting in EXODUS Pro. Who knew how bad this really was?
Dick Morosi: And things are about to get even more interesting next, when The Big L meets Zack Lifer...next!
NORMAL MATCH
STEVE LENTON VS. ZACK LIFER
A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Heroic hues floated over the entryway, the ramp and of course the audience, audible cheers as they hear the words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only.
From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!
As the lights of gold and white beam down against the crowd, searching up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they notice a familiar silhouette. A pop from the fans resurfacing, signs of various positive remarks stretching across the ocean of 'Lifer Addicts' as well as a few anomaly signs that don't fit in with the others. Adorn in a white sweatshirt with his signature demented smiley face logo on the back, he makes his way down the stairs, high fiving a couple people on his way down.
Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?
Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before Lifer hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could only be considered impressive, a hint of confidence in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more towards the steel steps. His eyes dart to the entrance way as he trudges up the few stairs, not looking away as he watches the curtain for just a couple seconds. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder as he climbs the turnbuckle, a triumphant fist rising as high as he could, a laugh exiting his lips as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage, the location of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on as it screeched loudly as it cut across the arena air, another pop from the crowd.
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
The camera zoomed out from the scene of Zack's arm raised with the firework shooting by swiftly in the background and watches as he gets on the outside apron again. He quickly hops the top rope effortlessly in one movement, his eyes searching the excited crowd as a smirk crosses his face. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress.
The sounds of cheers are heard around the arena. The fans wait in anticipation, almost eager for him to come out. The lights flash a royal blue and suddenly "Aw Naw" (Remix) by Nappy Roots ft. POD blares. The crowd begins to sing along with the opening part. Lenton busts through the curtains. The fans bust into a defying scream of cheers. Lenton is talking to the crowd jumping up and down on the stage, walking from one end to the next. The camera zooms in on his face, "Listen to that!" Lenton exclaims with a smirk. He walks up the ramp with a slight strut, looking out at the crowd.
He stops short and looks around for a moment. He takes it all in, listening to the fans cheer for him. Some of the fans hand touch him. Stephen slaps the hands and continues to make his way up the ramp with his eyes glued on the arena again. Once he makes it to the apron, he looks at the ring and then climbs up on it quickly and stands up on the turnbuckle. The lights around the arena then turn into a spotlight. Lenton's eyes turn towards his opponent eyes locked on directly, staring intensely.
David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...from Hampton, Virgina by way of Washington DC...he's the BIG L...STEVE LENTON
The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton turns back to the crowd, forms a smirk on his face and lifts his arm in the air with enthusiasm. He wipes his mouth and leaps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the ring, circling it. He decides to hit the turnbuckle again standing on it lifting his right arm in the air the same way he did. He takes in the cheers, looking around slowly. Stephen leaps down and stands in his corner, getting ready to fight.
Dick Morosi: We're almost set for this Pick Your Poison match, as two Former ExPro International Champions in Zack Lifer goes up against BIG L Steve Lenton. Referee Chris Dawson calls for the bell, and we're underway.
Lenton and Lifer move out of their corners, and Lifer immediately fires away with a hard right hand, stunning the bigger Lenton. Lifer fires away with rights and lefts, and Lenton covers up to protect himself. Lenton fires back with a couple hard rights of his own, before grabbing Lifer in a headlock, taking him down to the mat. Lenton tries to hold on to the grounded headlock, but Lifer slips out of it, firing a couple of hard kicks into Lenton's knee to try to keep the bigger man well grounded. Lenton quickly scrambles to his feet, but Lifer kicks him hard in the knee a couple of more times, knocking Lenton off his feet. Lifer sizes him up as Lenton gets back to his feet, shooting in with hard right hands, moving Lenton back against the ropes. Lifer fires off a couple more right hands, before drilling Lenton with a throat thrust, knocking Lenton to the mat.
Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer showing a lot of aggression in the early going.
Seth Ericson: He's trying to get the pace going quickly, trying to wear out that knee of Steve Lenton, a nice little strategy especially with Justin Brooks looming in the wings.
Lifer waits for Lenton to rise, firing away with hard forearms to the side of the head. Lifer drills Lenton with a toe kick, before catching him with a hard palm strike to the face. Lifer follows up with a quick kick to the back of the knee, knocking Lenton to the mat. Lifer grabs a hold of the leg of Lenton, drilling him in the knee with an elbow drop. Lifer is back to his feet, Lenton's leg still in hand. He catches him with a couple of hard kicks to the back of the knee, before dropping another elbow. Lifer quickly ties up Lenton's leg into a legbar.
Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer getting a little technical right here.
Lenton throws a couple of right hands, and Lifer breaks the hold, getting back to his feet, waiting for Lenton to rise. Lenton gets back to his feet, and Lifer shoots in close, but Lenton backs him up with a jab to the cheek. Lenton follows in with a couple of hard right hands, before pulling Lifer close, taking him to the mat with a hard uppercut. Lifer is quick to his feet, but Lenton is on him quickly, throwing three hard right hands, knocking Lifer back against the ropes. Lenton pulls him away, quickly taking him over with a hard Russian legsweep. Lenton is back on his feet, waiting for Lifer to rise. He whips Lifer hard into the ropes, taking him over with a hip toss on the rebound.
Dick Morosi: Lenton showing his power, throwing Lifer to the ropes like a rag doll.
Lenton drops a hard knee to the side of Lifer's head. Lenton is back on his feet, lining up Lifer, dropping a second hard knee. Lifer rolls and gets to his feet slowly, but Lenton is on him, catching him with a hard toe kick, before whipping Lifer hard into the corner. Lenton charges in, catching Lifer with a hard clothesline. Lenton steps gingerly out of the corner, as Lifer staggers out. Lenton lifts Lifer up onto his shoulder, dropping him with a hard powerslam. Lenton is on his feet, waiting for Lifer to rise. Lenton steps in, catching Lifer with a hard chinbreaker, knocking him back to the mat. Lenton hooks the leg for the cover.
ONE...
TWO..
kickout!
Dick Morosi: Lenton using some of his powerful moves to slow down the pace of this match.
Both men are back to their feet, and Lenton fires in with a couple of hard right hands, taking Lifer overhead with a vertical suplex. Lifer is quickly back to his feet, and Lenton shoots in with a hard back elbow. Lifer staggers a moment, and Lenton whips him hard into the ropes, catching Lifer with a hard powerslam on the return. Lenton hooks a leg for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
kickout!
Lenton is back on his feet, waiting for Lifer to rise. He fires off a standing clothesline, but Lifer ducks under it, turning and catching Lenton with three hard right hands, following with a hard forearm to the side of the head. Lifer catches Lenton with a hard knee to the midsection, before whipping him to the ropes. Lenton reverses it, swinging with a hard clothesline on the rebound. Lifer ducks under it, bouncing off the ropes again, catching Lenton with a hard elbow to the jaw. Lifer follows up by trapping the arms of Lenton, firing away with hard headbutts to the face. Lenton staggers, as Lifer steps in with a hard kick to the back of the knee, sending Lenton to the mat. Lifer stomps away at Lenton's knee, who tries to move out of the way. Lifer keeps the assault going, before stepping onto the second rope, jumping off with a hard stomp to the knee of Lenton.
Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer has found a weakness and he is hitting it with everything he's got.
Lenton uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, and Lifer quickly moves in, catching Lenton with a couple of hard right hands. Lifer pulls Lenton away from the ropes, and goes for the Makin It Rain (Reverse STO), but Lenton blocks him, whipping Lifer hard to the ropes, catching him with a back body drop on the return. Lenton beats his chest, firing up, as Lifer slowly gets back to his feet. Lenton fires in with three hard rights, then follows up with a standing clothesline, knocking Lifer back to the ground.
Seth Ericson: Lenton starting to feel the energy.
Lenton waits for Lifer to rise, catching him with a hard elbow, before firing away with right hands. Lenton quickly takes Lifer to the mat with a DDT, but Lifer gets to his feet quickly. Lenton takes him to the mat with a second DDT, this time, keeping Lifer down. Lenton moves to Lifer dropping a knee across the forehead, but Lenton gets to his feet gingerly afterward, favoring his injured knee. He waits for Lifer to rise, moving quickly to scoop him up and slam him to the mat hard. Lenton points one finger high into the air, and crouches, waiting for Lifer to rise again. He doubles Lifer over with a toe kick, then begins to hook an arm for The Drop Zone. Lifer scrambles quickly, dropping to the mat and quickly rolling out of the ring.
Dick Morosi: The World Champion, wise to get out of the way of the Drop Zone.
Lifer stands on the outside, catching a breath. Lenton starts to step through the ropes, but Lifer moves quickly, clocking Lenton in the side of the head with a hard right hand. Lifer pulls Lenton through the ropes roughly to the floor. Lenton gets up slowly, and Lifer grabs him by the side of the head, throwing Lenton hard into the barricade. Lifer grabs Lenton's leg, resting it on the barricade, before jumping high into the air, landing seat-first on the knee of Lenton. Lenton clutches his knee in pain, as Lifer kicks away at the knee. Lifer pulls Lenton roughly to his feet, pushing him under the ropes, before sliding in behind him. Lifer covers, hooking the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
kickout!
Dick Morosi: Lenton, fighting through the pain, manages to break the pinfall.
Lifer measures Lenton up, bouncing off the ropes and drilling Lenton with the FORCED SUICIDE, but Lenton falls flat to the mat as Zack overshoots his mark, he turns quickly looking to reload but Big L has other ideas as he springs to his feet and leaps with the GAME CHANGER that folds the Archangel inside out! Lenton falls on top of Lifer for the pin...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
David Zinkus: The winner of this match Steve Lenton!!
WINNER: Steve Lenton
Dick Morosi: WHAT A MATCH! It's a huge win for Steve Lenton!
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton picks up a huge win with two weeks to go until Long Way Down!
Dick Morosi: And just where does this leave Zack Lifer on the eve of his Barbed Wire Massacre match with Justin Brooks? Let's head backstage!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 1, 2014 11:15:57 GMT -6
We come back from commercial to where Darrin Stearns happens to be getting ready for his match, and there's a strange silence in the room as he starts to tape his fists up until he looks up and sees who it is. Darrin Stearns: ...you haven't visited me in ages. Heather Halliwell is panned into the scene to a loud cheer from the crowd. She looks pensive as she stares Darrin in the eyes. Heather Halliwell: I don't like this, Darrin. Darrin Stearns: Someone needs to stand up to him. Someone needs to take the violence to him, Heather, and I have nothing else in this world to lose. Heather narrows her eyes as her arms cross her chest. Heather Halliwell: Your friends? Your family? There's still people that want you around. People that lo- Heather's breath catches in her throat as her voice hitches. Her expression softens and she takes a step closer to Darrin. Heather Halliwell: People who love you. You may think you have nothing to lose, but some of us would hate to lose you. Darrin Stearns: Tiffani is gone. I don't have anything left. I owe this to EXODUS and all my friends that put their heart and soul into this, Heather. Darrin approaches Heather and places a hand on her cheek. Darrin Stearns: I'm sorry that I wasn't enough. I wanted to be everything to you, and now I...I don't know what to do at the moment. All I know is that facing Furor is the only answer to help everyone I still care about. Heather sighs, her lip trembling slightly. She puts her hand over Darrin's. Heather Halliwell: I know I can't talk you out of this, so I won't try to. But I want you to know... Um, what I'm trying to say is... Heather trails off. She throws her arms around Darrin's shoulders and pulls him into a tight hug. Heather Halliwell: I messed up, not you. Darrin feels legitimately taken back at the moment, sighing as he wraps his arms around her, closing his eyes. Darrin Stearns: It's gonna get crazy tonight, but I need you to know that if it goes south, the kids are gonna need someone to back them. Heather nods into his arm. Heather Halliwell: You know I won't let them fall. The future is in their hands and its approaching fast. Heather reaches up on her toes. She kisses Darrin softly on the cheek before backing away. She holds onto his hand for a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze. Heather Halliwell: Try to come back in one piece, will ya? Darrin stops and thinks for a moment before reaching for her hand and squeezing it. Darrin Stearns: I've never come back from one of these in one piece. That doesn't mean I don't win. Heather grins a little. Heather Halliwell: Never said you wouldn't. Just come back. Darrin Stearns: I can handle that. Darrin smiles and reaches for her hand again, stopping to kiss her knuckles. Darrin Stearns: Best of luck to you. Heather stares him deep in the eyes and nods. Heather Halliwell: And to you. Darrin nods as he starts to get ready again and we go back to Dick and Seth at the commentary table. Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell back in EXODUS tonight, and she clearly has a lot on her mind. Seth Ericson: The past with her and Darrin Stearns says it all, and she's clearly concerned about Darrin. Dick Morosi: History can either be a good thing or a bad thing. Just ask the ladies in this next match! It's Kayla Jones, the former wife of Andreas Lasiewicz, meeting his sister Lady Magdalena...next! SPECIAL GRUDGE MATCH
KAYLA JONES VS. LADY MAGDALENAThe lights turn a violent shade of red for the next contest, as strobe lighting goes off. The intro to Within Temptation’s “The Howling” kicks in as the big screen lights up with the name ‘Kayla Marie S. Jones’. We've been seeing what you wanted,
Got us cornered right now
Falling asleep from our vanity
May cost us our lives
I hear them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow
(Wanna be awakened right now) Out from behind the curtain steps Kayla Jones, a broad smile upon her face as she stretches out a fist in the air. She slowly begins to make her way down to the ring; arms outstretched as she high fives some of the fans at the barriers. When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
We've been searching all night long
But there's no trace to be found
It's like they all have just vanished
But I know they're around David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts… KAYLA MARIE S. JONES! I feel them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow
(Wanna be awakened right now) Kayla reaches ringside, making a lap around the ring as she meets and greets some of her fans along the way. She hops up onto the apron, rising her fist in the air once more before flipping over the ropes. She spins on the spot, before dropping to her knees, arms stretched into the air as a blast of pyro emits from each of the four turnbuckles. When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
When we start killing!
I feel them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind Seth Ericson: And here is Kayla Jones in a long awaited one match appearance in EXODUS! Dick Morosi: Most diehard EXODUS fans would know that Ms. Jones regularly came to our events a couple of years ago whilst she was dating former Heavyweight Champion, Andreas Lasiewicz. She has never competed here, but is a well-known and highly decorated star in her own right. A former two-time World Champion and known tag team specialist in multiple federations. Seth Ericson: But it is due to her former relationship with The Morning Star that she is here now. After they spilt, there was known animosity between Magdalena and Kayla, which really exploded on social media after Mags’ comments about the Jones wrestling family two weeks ago. And she is here to silence her. The lights begin to dim before flashing out in brilliant reds and greens as the haunting ‘Ahhhh Ah. Ahhhh Ah’ sounds out from the P.A system. The bright lights dance seductively to the classic Annie Lennox tune ‘Little Bird’, glittering strobe effects accompanying it. I look up to the little bird
That glides across the sky
He sings the clearest melody
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to sit right down
And cry cry cry
A tall feminine figure slowly slides out from behind the curtain, all wrapped up in long feather boa that complements her outfit perfectly. She pauses, simply standing there at the top of the ramp with her head bowed. Her only movement is her impatiently tapping her left foot to the beat of the music. She lifts her head slightly, revealing the sly smile of wrestling’s ‘Black Swan’, Lady Magdalena. I walk along the city streets
So dark with rage and fear
And i...
I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
I wish I had the wings to fly away from here David Zinkus: And her opponent, from Lourdes, France… LADY MAGDALENA!! The music kicks into high gear as Magdalena begins strutting down the ramp as if she was upon a Parisian catwalk, stretching out the feather boa over her shoulders as if she was carrying a cross. The hesitation she had before seems to be slowly fading away as she swings her hips down towards the ring, her head tilted back in some form of religious ecstasy. But my my I feel so low
My my where do I go?
My my what do I know?
My my we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I've just got to put these wings to test She reaches the ring apron and with a move taken right from the royal ballet, pivots on the spot then struts up the stairs towards the ropes. She uses her long legs to climb through the middle ropes, pausing for a second to flash her smile and give a cheeky wink to the cameras. Her sense of doubt is seemingly subsiding as she enters the ring. Seth Ericson: And here comes the love of Chris Strike’s life! Dick Morosi: That is somewhat doubtful. But anyway, here comes Lady Magdalena in HER debut EXODUS match! Magdalena, who has associated herself with G & M as of late, is also a former World Champion back in the days GDW toured the World, winning that belt in London, England. Now, she has not competed, at least publicly, in quite some time. Will we see any signs of ring rust from ‘The Black Swan’? For I am just a troubled soul
Who's weighted...
Weighted to the ground
Give me the strength to carry on
Till I can lay this burden down
Give me the strength to lay this burden down
Down down yea
Give me the strength to lay it down , lay it down, lay it down She climbs up one of the turnbuckles, wrapping herself up in her feather boa once more as she flutters her eyelashes at the camera. She then drops her boa to the ground, letting out a manical laugh that resembles the wail of a banshee as she drops down from the turnbuckle and begins to ready herself for her match. Seth Ericson: Now THIS is an interesting addition! Dick Morosi: Interesting indeed. From out the back, Chris Strike slowly makes his way down to ringside, his focus purely on the raven haired lady in the ring. Seth Ericson: He’s come to support his lover, just as he promised! Dick Morosi: Strike did mention on Twitter this week that he would escort Magdalena for her match, but I’m inclined to believe that is more to ensure that Gods & Monsters do not get involved. But my my I feel so low
My my where do I go?
My my what do I know?
My my we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I've just got to put these wings to test Seth Ericson: And there’s the bell! Dick Morosi: This match is going to be a personal one! Kayla has readied herself for battle, but Magdalena seems more concerned with the man who has escorted her to the ring. Strike is telling Mags that the bell has rung, but The Fair Lady merely ignores it, wanting to shower the Brazilian in compliments. Kayla waits patiently in her corner, though she begins to tap her foot after a few moments. Mags is currently leaning over the top rope, asking Strike for a good luck kiss. Chris looks a little reluctant, but reaches up to give her a polite kiss on the cheek. This, however, is not what she wants and she grabs his face, smothering his lips with hers in a passionate embrace. Seth Ericson: The Liplock of Doom! Dick Morosi: Don’t think that is what Strike came down here for! Seth Ericson: After what he got two weeks ago? I think he wants more, even if she is a crazy lady! Strike is a little shocked and embarrassed by this as he is finally let go, but needs to react quickly as Kayla has finally had enough, running over and tipping Magdalena over the top rope and right onto him. He manages to catch her, but tumbles over as he does so, falling to the thinly padded flooring below. Mags is spread right on top of him, in a quite provocative position, one that simply delights her. Seth Ericson: And Kayla with the assist. Strike, after some time seemingly considering his options and losing his trail of thought, convinces her to get off of him and climb back into the ring, especially seeing as the ref, Katie Hanneman, has already reached the count of five. She rolls back into the ring, yet her focus is still on the former God of Thunder, allowing Kayla to take advantage and dropkicks her into the turnbuckle. Mags bouncing right back and is nailed with a sharp DDT from the flame haired Bostonian. Yet again, The Black Swan bounces up, seemingly dazed by the sudden assault, but is floored once more by the Kaytastrophe! Seth Ericson: Outta nowhere! Dick Morosi: I’ve watched Kayla in action for many years and I’ve seen her put down many a foe with that variation of the Shining Wizard! And here comes the cover. Magdalena kicks out at two, her anger beginning to grow as Kayla tries to mount some offence with a couple of quick leg drops. She then sprints to the ropes and nails another Kaytastrophe that hits the mark. Instead of going for the cover, she heads up to the top rope. As Mags struggles to her feet, Ms. Jones nails her off the top with a spinning heel kick! Seth Ericson: Kayla is dominating here! Mags doesn’t know what’s hit her! Dick Morosi: Kayla, although making her debut in an EXODUS ring has actually competed before for the EXODUS World title! That was on a GCW show in which their version of the World title was on the line at the same time. That was in a losing effort against Andreas Lasiewicz, though she came close to picking up the victory with that very move there! Seth Ericson: Can we even mention that company? Kayla is now waiting in the corner, tapping her foot impatiently for Magdalena to rise. When she does, she comes out with a flash, her foot flying at her with the Kaylan Wind Kick Version 1.0! Seth Ericson: IT’S ALL OVER! Dick Morosi:NO! Magdalena ducks under and rolls out of the ring in the nick of time. Good ring awareness by the Frenchwoman. Lady Magdalena has indeed rolled out of the ring just in time, heading to the barricade to regroup. It’s at that moment that she is showered with what seems to be iced soda from a member of the crowd. Seth Ericson: Well, there’s Magdalena’s version of the Ice Bucket Challenge! Dick Morosi: We need security out here! Magdalena is going berserk, grabbing hold of the brunette fan by the hair and trying to rip it out. Strike has run over to try and pull Mags back, just as the security team arrives to try and separate them, taking hold of the fan and escorting her to the back as Mags screams obscenities in her native language. Seth Ericson: That got intense pretty fast! Least security got there fast. Could have got really ugly and that fan could have wound up a mess! Dick Morosi: I’m going to have to remind all fans, please do not try to get involved in EXODUS. We know the actions of some of our stars have angered some of the fans both at home and at broadcasts, but please, please don’t get involved. Strike is having all sorts of trouble calming The Black Swan down, but backs off as Kayla comes charging over to halt Mags from climbing over the barricade and into the Section B area of the arena, only to meet a face of steel as Mags grabs her head and viciously begins to slam her head into the barricade over and over again. The younger sibling of the former World champion is wailing away like a Banshee, violently smashing Kayla’s face to pieces upon the rail. She then tosses Kayla into the ring by the hair, she face twisted into a look of lunacy. Mags dives into the ring and begins to ground and pound Jones’ face with sheer brutality. She finally rolls off, only due to Hanneman’s count. She rolls back up, waiting in an “Eagle’s Claw” stance. Seth Ericson: And the tables have quickly turned. She’s crazy! You can tell she’s a Lasiewicz! Dick Morosi: Magdalena is simply vicious! Mags grips Kayla by the forehead with her ‘claw’ hand, pulling her to her feet then driving her right down with an Eagle’s Claw STO. She keeps the death grip locked in as Kayla lets out a short scream as The Fair Lady begins to drive vile knees into Kayla’s temple. Seth Ericson: This is getting disturbing, Dick. Kayla is getting messed up! Dick Morosi: You are very right, Kayla looks to be bleeding from the nose. Those legs of Magdalena’s are her fiercest weapon, and I’ve seen her use them to great effect during her bouts in Europe. Mags pulls Kayla up by the hair, locking her into a Maui Thai clinch and continuing the knees till it seem that Jones can no longer stand, blood pouring from her nostrils. She tosses Kayla over her shoulders in an Ippon Seoinage, but grabs the hair again, pulling her up and giving her a Snapmare Neckbreaker in the process. Once more, ignoring the referee’s pleas, she pulls up Kayla by the hair and tosses her into the corner, yanking out a clump of Jones’ luscious red locks. Seth Ericson: Now she’s ripping her hair out! Dick Morosi: The ref is trying to get involved here, we can’t have that happening in a match. Magdalena charges in, delivering some ferocious back elbows in the corner, before backing up and charging in once more with a Koronco Buster, throwing yet more shots with evil intent. The crowd’s mood has turned sour, knowing what a mess Kayla is in. Even Strike at ringside is beginning to grow pale. Mags backs up once more. Seth Ericson: This has become completely one sided… Dick Morosi: OUR LADY PEACE! Kayla simply slumps in the corner after the vicious kick from Magdalena. The Black Swan simply struts to her corner, blowing a kiss at her ‘beloved’ at ringside. Mags then walks right up to Kayla, picks her up and nails ANOTHER Our Lady Peace, one that causes Kayla to fall face first upon the mat. Seth Ericson: This is over, and fast! Dick Morosi: But Mags isn’t making the cover! Strike is screaming at Mags to just make the cover, Jones being lead upon the mat in a small pool of her own blood. Mags herself just shrugs this off, kneeling down next to Kayla and wiping up some of the blood with her index finger, smearing it upon her lips like it was lipstick, to the disgust of the crowd and especially Strike. Seth Ericson: That is… hot! Dick Morosi: That is disgusting! Stop the games, Mags and just make the cover! Jones is actually trying to get up, her body quivering as if she is simply going off instinct. The crowd, though impressed by her steely determination are willing her to simply lay down. Magdalena cackles, her head tilted in ecstasy as she does so. She grabs Kayla by the hair and plants her with a ‘Kiss of Death’, before pushing her off with a third and hopefully final Our Lady Peace! Seth Ericson: She just cheated on Strike! Naughty girl! Dick Morosi: Shut up, Dick! I am absolutely appalled by Magdalena’s actions. She is using Kayla to send a message to the Sekigun, and I guess that man at ringside as well! But Mags will not go for the cover; instead she rolls Kayla over and locks in the Merovingian Crucifix. There is simply no response from Jones, she is completely out and Hanneman has had enough, calling for the bell. David Zinkus: And the winner of this match, by referee stoppage… LADY MAGDALENA!!! Strike literally has to pull a screaming Magdalena off of the unconscious Kayla Marie S. Jones. Upon seeing Chris, Mags jumps into Strike’s arms, embracing him as her music plays on and the crowd shower her with boos. As the medical team begin to make their way down to ringside, Strike pushes Magdalena off of him, making her stumble back into the corner. She looks confused, but Strike just looks at her in disgust, shaking his head and rolling out of the ring. He begins walking back up the ramp to exit as she screams out to him, then begging for a microphone. Seth Ericson: And THAT is a message sent! Dick Morosi: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more dominating performance against a top level star in my whole career! But Strike is walking away now, obviously disgusted by what he has just witnessed. Magdalena finally gets hold of a microphone. Lady Magdalena: Chrissy… Chrissy, come back here! We have to celebrate now! I won… CHRISSY! GET BACK HERE, NOW! Get back here right now, or I swear… CHRISSY! Magdalena slams down the microphone and angrily begins stomping up the ramp after Strike. Seth Ericson: Magdalena is NOT someone you want to mess about with! Dick Morosi: Which makes me worry, not only for the Sekigun, but especially for Chris Strike! What has he got himself involved with? Kayla Jones is a top class athlete, and once Magdalena flipped she was simply destroyed. We will try to keep you up to date on her condition, but right now we have to head backstage. WINNER: LADY MAGDALENAThe scene opens with Tom Matheny and his signature sheepish smile as he stands in front of a television bearing the animated logo of EXPRO on FX. The fans are still buzzing in response to all the action they’ve already witnessed, and you can hear them all excitedly muttering between themselves as they watch the screen that this interview is being played on. Clearing his throat, Matheny raises his microphone to his lips and addresses the camera. Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentleman, please allow me to introduce my guest at this time… the former EXODUS World Champion, Johnny Cannon. The buzzing of the patrons turns to almighty booing as the camera slowly pans over to the aforementioned guest, whom as usual is accompanied by his confidant. Cannon stands there smiling into the distance, his eyes hidden behind a pair of Versace sunglasses. He is dawned in a crisp and fine tailored blazer as usual, with a “Team Cannon” t-shirt underneath as he continues to bare his pearly whites which shine brightly in the beams of the lights being shone on him. Beside him, Quinn Goodrich steps forward to say something to Matheny. Quinn Goodrich: For the last bloody time, Thomas. You are to refer to my client, the former World Champion, the only two time International Champion in company history, and the the most decorated Triple Crown Champion by his title - Mr. EXODUS! Tom rolls his eyes, realizing that going along with the flow is the better part of valor. Not taking much notice of Matheny, Cannon doesn’t even turn his head as the interview clears his throat and fires his first question. Tom Matheny: Cannon, you go into tonight’s match against Kliff Ulysses, knowing that the last time you two squared off you were defeated back in 2013. Will something like that be weighing on your mind at all during the match? The smile on Cannon’s face turns to a sneer as he slowly turns to Matheny who looks frightened by the intimidating figure standing before him. Johnny shakes his head, then looks at Quinnton who is equally as appalled by the inquiry. Instead of brutalizing the poor chap, Mr. EXODUS simply snatches the microphone and hands it to Goodrich who then brings the mic up to his height. Quinn Goodrich: Thomas, I’m afraid you have lost the privilege of ever interviewing my client again. How you can be so inept and still maintain employment is an indictment of this country’s job system, but that’s a topic for another time. Now, Mr. EXODUS can you explain to the audience what you’ve accomplished since 2013. Johnny nods, pretending to be contemplating his answer Johnny Cannon: Well Quinn, as I recall I carried Abby Park to greatness when I captured the EXODUS Tag Team Championship, belts I would have never lost if she didn't prove her futility by letting Lasiewicz put her on the shelf. After that I knocked off Steve Lenton for the International Championship. Hey Jon, Lenton has NEVER beat me, and he NEVER will. Yet that blokes on the Long Way Down poster and ads, and if that isn’t blatant Sekigun homerism I don’t know what is. Bloody hell, I seem to have gotten sidetracked, where was I Quinnton? Oh yeah, then I beat Jimmy Riley and Abby Park who had no business being in the match to begin with I might add… to become the only two time International Champion in EXODUS History. And later, much later I retired Andreas Lasiewicz to complete the Triple Crown at his expense, becoming the EXODUS World Champion to prove to all of these wankers on the roster, and in the stands that NOBODY can light a candle to me. Mr. EXODUS pumps his thumb into his chest as his smug grin widens on his face. Quinn Goodrich: And what has Kliff Ulysses accomplished in that same time? The former World Champion laughs loudly. Johnny Cannon: Well let’s see… I don’t know… nothing? Cannon’s eyebrows furrow with playful confusion. Quinn Goodrich: Ding… ding… ding… I think we have a winner! Kliff Ulysses has done absolutely nothing which begs the question - why is he even getting in the ring with you to begin with? What on earth qualifies someone of such low importance to even be in the presence of the Greatest Man That Ever Lived? I don’t get it. He doesn’t even deserve to be on the card, let alone have his name beside that of Mr. EXODUS. This is bollocks. Cannon’s demeanor changes now, as his eyes widen in anger. Johnny Cannon: Its because Jon Collins doesn’t know what the *BLEEP* he’s doing. The Brit removes his shades now, tucking them on the collar of tee as he looks into the camera now. Johnny Cannon: You know, I’ve got a few things I want to get off my chest, Goodrich. I’m tired of hearing the rubbish being spoken around the water cooler, or on social media about how Johnny Cannon has “sold out” and this, that and the third. It’s all a bunch of malarkey because the fact of the matter is I *BLEEPING* carried this company. I don’t say that just to blow smoke, I have a box full of Cuban Cigars waiting for me after tonight to do that. No, when I tell you that this is the house that Cannon built I mean it because for the last year and a half I’ve been the most consistent star in this company. I was here when we first opened our doors on December 16, 2012. and I’ve been busting my ass ever since. Not a goddamn thing was handed to me. I fought tooth and nails to get here, and I’ve had to fight even harder to keep my head above water. Jonathan Collins has worked me like a slave, and all that I ask is to be given the reparations that I’ve earned. You hear that Ted whatever your name is and the rest of you teabaggers that have been blowing up my mentions as if your opinions mean anything? I earned the right to complain because for the last year and a half I’ve been kicking ass and taking names. I’ve knocked off just about everyone in this company, so I’m well within my rights to question why management has knocked me down the pecking order when my resume suggests that I should be placed nowhere but the top. Cannon takes a deep breath to calm himself, before continuing. Johnny Cannon: Yet here I am, wrestling some crackpot clown who isn’t even in my league and I’m supposed to be appreciative? I’m supposed to go through the grind again and start at the bottom to prove to Jonathan that I’m worthy of being World Champion? I’ve proven that TIME and TIME again! I proved it when I was beating everyone in front of me for most of 2013, yet I was never given a World Title shot. I jumped through all his hoops and ran his imaginary obstacle course, but I still wasn’t good enough in his eyes. And that’s what the problem is. Jonathan either has his head too far up his own ass, or Fiona’s to see that I’m not just Mr. EXODUS… I AM EXODUS! Anyone with half a brain knows that. They know that if I would have run for the hills like Andrew Ashton, Johnny Blayze, Lexie Bonds, Jafreese Frazier, Adrien Specter, and so many others that this company would have gone under in a heartbeat. The only reason it didn’t is because I’m still here. I’m the real Ace of EXODUS. Hell, I’m the other four pitchers in the rotation, the batters, the coaches, the ball boy, and the mascot. I’M THE WHOLE DAMN TEAM! Smiling now, Cannon places his shades back on his face as he finishes his speech. Johnny Cannon: And as long as I’m here you wankers are going to show me the respect I deserve, or you’re gonna get your bloody heads kicked off! With that Mr. EXODUS and Quinn Goodrich walk out of the shot, leaving Tom Matheny to recompose himself as the feed goes to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 1, 2014 11:10:20 GMT -6
NORMAL MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE VS. MASON JOSEPHDavid Zinkus: …now in the ring, hailing from Toronto, Canada…Mason Joseph. Dick Morosi: And ladies and gentlemen we are ready for our first match of the evening as Mason Joseph is already in the ring. Seth Ericson: He didn’t even get an entrance…that’s never a good sign. Dick Morosi: No it’s not, Seth…no it’s not. Christian Kane will be looking to knock off Mason Joseph and bounce back from his controversial loss against Sally Talfourd two weeks ago. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks. David Zinkus: ...and his opponent from Toronto, Ontario, Canada....CHRISTIAN KANE! With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp, acknowledging certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. Christian stares at the ring, a stoic, focused expression that eventually turns into a smirk as Kane makes his way up the steps, the crowd cheering for him all the while over his music. From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more. After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful. As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. The bell rings and Mason instantly shoots out from his corner looking to catch Christian Kane unawares but instead catches a SuperSexyKick right beneath the chin! Kane chuckles to himself as he places a foot on Joseph’s chest and the referee drops down to count... ONE... TWO... THREE!!! As ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ starts up once again throughout the arena the fans in the sold out RIMAC show Christian Kane their appreciation as his hand is raised by the referee. WINNER: Christian KaneDick Morosi: Christian Kane didn’t even break a sweat tonight as he brutally and quickly swept aside Mason Joseph, Seth. Seth Ericson: I’ll be honest with you Dick, Christian Kane may not be in his own words, ‘BAD’ anymore, but he sure was impressive tonight. Suddenly however Kane rips his raised hand away from the referee and rolls out of the ring, heading for EXODUS Pro ring announcer David Zinkus. His music fades and as Kane approaches he shouts loud enough for those in close proximity to hear. Christian Kane: Get the f(BLEEP)ck off that chair! As Zinkus vacates the steel chair Kane folds it, and takes it with him, throwing it into the ring before grabbing a microphone. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring, speaking all the while. Christian Kane: Now Mason I said I’d take you out of EXODUS Pro for good, and I have no doubt after this embarrassing showing you won’t be invited back here. But I figure you’re not worthy to step into any ring, anywhere. So I’m going to take you out of this business for good. Christian tosses the microphone aside and picks up the steel chair, beginning to stalk the still lifeless Joseph in the middle of the ring. Dick Morosi: Kane’s heading toward Joseph with that steel chair! Seth Ericson: #STUDLIFE BITCHES! WOOOO! TAKE HIS HEAD OFF!! Once he reaches Mason however he doesn’t swing at him, instead he opens up the chair, feeding Joseph’s head through the opening before closing it shut and resting him a few feet away from the turnbuckle. Dick Morosi: Oh no...Christian Kane is going to break this kids neck! Don’t do this Kane! You’re better than that! Seth Ericson: This is heavy. But he did say he was going to teach the kid a lesson... Dick Morosi: Not like this! This isn’t just a career ender, it’s a life ender! Climbing up to the second turnbuckle Christian Kane looks around at the fans packed in the RIMAC arena, as half of them cheer for him to finish Mason whilst the other half pleads him not to. It feels like an eternity as Kane stands on the turnbuckle, making his choice. Seth Ericson: Here he goes Dick! Kane does indeed leap off the turnbuckle, but intentionally lands a small distance short of Joseph. Shaking his head in anger he rips the chair off of him and rolls him out of the ring. Kane now unfolds the chair and places it down into the center of the ring in it’s intended form. Picking up the microphone Christian then storms over to Mason Joseph, stomping on him a few times before rolling him out under the bottom rope. Christian Kane: GET OUT OF MY RING!The fans take a liking to the statement as The Handsome Drifter sits down on the steel chair, nonchalantly holding the microphone by the head before raising it to his mouth. Christian Kane: Is that all I get? Is that all Christian Kane gets? He looks around at the crowd, annoyed more than anything before pointing at where Joseph was, continuing. Christian Kane: That? That right there was probably the easiest match I’ve ever had in my life. Mason Joseph was probably the biggest joke I’ve ever wrestled in my life, and trust me I’ve been in the ring with a few jokes in my time. But that was the biggest one and I think I deserve better. I think over the past 10 years in the business I’ve proved that I am no gatekeeper, I am no veteran that’s solely used to teach stupid kids a lesson. That’s a waste of my time, and it’ll be a waste of all of yours because if I get put in another match like that I’m not going to show up. I deserve better, and more importantly you people deserve better. When you buy a ticket to watch EXODUS Pro Wrestling on a Monday night you want to see Christian Kane do what he does best and that’s wrestle. Tonight unfortunately, I didn’t give you that. With his voice trailing off in disappointment Kane shrugs. A member of #SectionB exclaims that they still love him which prompts a small smirk from Kane and a nod of acknowledgement. Christian Kane: I’ve got my gear on, and I came here to wrestle, so here’s what I’m going to do. I know for a goddamn fact that some of the guys that are in the back right now aren’t booked AND they have their gear, so if you’re not booked and you wanna grace the ring with the originator of the #STUDLIFE lifestyle then come on down to the ring right now, let’s go! Christian stands, kicking the chair over and pushing it out of the ring before waving the referee back into the ring. He paces back and forth across the ring until ‘Braveheart’ by Lupe Fiasco hits the speakers! Dick Morosi: Hey! We know who that theme belongs to don’t we Seth!? Seth Ericson: IT’S BLACK JONES! The audience turns their attention to the entryway where the curtains dividing the ringside and the backstage area are suddenly thrown back as the superstar behind the music emerges. May the Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive me for my fetishes, my purchases, my clothes
Allow me to catch my rhythm so the nervousness just goes
That's why I sound so certain in my verses and my flows
The verbiage just gets merciless, the wordsmithness just rolls.Black Jones scans over the audience while he stands draped in a hoodie vest with "Half Man- Half Amazing" written on the back before taking a deep breath; his eyes continue to survey the crowd until he suddenly begins to bounce around in place, making dodging movements as if he were fighting an imaginary opponent, a smile lining across his face. David Zinkus: On his way to the ring, from West Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... BLACK! JONESSSSSS! I've tuned into my pertinence, my purposes, my goals
The feeling when you realize you've been working for your foes
And the curtains have just opened and they worthlessness exposed
You remember where you've came from, where the purses was stole
There was nothing in the oven and just work up on the stove
And you blossomed from the bottom, yeah, you worked with it and rose
From nothing to a dozen and a garden now there grows. Tell em!Jones makes his way down the aisle with a steady march. His eyes remain focused and in front of him as he reaches ringside, "Braveheart" continues to blare through the speakers. BJ knees up onto the apron, quickly pulling on the top ring cable before using the elasticity of the ropes to propel himself off the apron and into the air. He somersaults into the ring, immediately exploiting the momentum into a roll before springing to a stand to excite the crowd with his athleticism and exuberance as Christian Kane watches on, a smirk on his face. Courage under fire, gave me a brave heart (That's me)
Courage under fire, gave me a brave heart
(Yessir) Brave heart
(Yeah I got that) Brave heart
(You know) Brave heart!Jones removes his vest, throwing it over the ropes before backing into the nearest corner. With his tune coming to an end, he strokes his fingers on his chin before cracking his knuckles and preparing for war. NORMAL MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE VS. BLACK JONESDick Morosi: And it seems you Christian Kane fans out there are going to be treated to his second match of the night as he looks set to take on Black Jones in singles action, and what an opportunity it is for the young (R)evolution Wrestling stalwart. Seth Ericson: Oh absolutely Dick, and we all know Christian Kane is Black Jones’ favourite wrestler, that had to have played a part in his decision to come out here for this match. Prior the ring of the bell indicating the start of the match the pair meet in the middle of the ring, exchanging a fist bump and a few friendly inaudible words before they back into their respective corners. Referee Chris Dawson calls for the bell and the match gets underway. Kane and Jones both circle each other momentarily before locking up the veteran Kane using his experience to push Jones into the corner, keeping him there until the referee begins his count. Backing up into the center of the ring Christian makes sure his hair his perfect before following up on Black who meets him with a forearm shot which sends Kane staggering backwards. Jones explodes out of the corner and charges Kane who misses with a clothesline as Black Jones ducks it and hits the ropes on the other side of the ring but immediately stops himself once he sees Kane raises his foot up for the SSK! He laughs and wags his finger at Kane who can’t help but grin. They meet up in the center of the ring again and Christian quickly moves to secure a chinlock and he successfully does so, forcing Jones down to the mat. Dick Morosi: Kane almost catching Jones with the SSK early on in this match up and now he looks to slow the pace down on Jones here. Seth Ericson: I spoke to Kane earlier today, Dick. He told me he likes to keep the pace nice and slow in the ring, but real fast and rough in the bedroom. He actually showed me, too! Dick Morosi: Wha- Seth Ericson: HE SHOWED ME A VIDEO! Mind out of the gutter, Dick! The referee asks Jones if he’d like to give up but of course the young Philadelphia native refuses and uses an excellent ground game to find his way out of the hold, behind Kane as the pair are both now on their feet again. Black delivers a hard forearm shot to the back of Christian’s head before running to the ropes and returning with a spinning sleeper slam which takes Kane down hard before Jones smartly jumps into the cover! ONE... TW- KICKOUT! The crowd respond with a loud roar in appreciation of both men as Kane kicks out just before the two count. Black now picks him up, looking to hit a DDT but is stopped by hard shots to the ribcage from Kane who then takes Jones over with a quick snap suplex. Taking advantage now Christian backs into the ropes and comes down hard on Jones with a knee drop, leaving his knee on Black’s face applying pressure momentarily before breaking it. Dick Morosi: Christian Kane really starting to take control of this match and you’ve got to think this is what he wanted, a challenge. Seth Ericson: Absolutely, and Black Jones is doing superb out there so far. As Black slowly gets to his feet, rubbing his eyes to try and gain back some vision Christian Kane flashes past him and comes off the second rope with his springboard roundhouse kick sending Black down to the canvas! Kane quickly covers him and the ref drops down to count! ONE.. TWO... THR- KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Kane almost got him Dick! Did you see that?! Crazy roundhouse kick TO THE DOME. Dick Morosi: A kickout just before the three count by Black Jones, and Kane must be thinking what does he have to do to keep Black down. Seth Ericson: Are you implying he’s racist? You make me sick sometimes. Christian looks up at the ref momentarily in a state of shock before going back to work on Jones, trying to keep him down as he hits him with hard shots to the head. Black however fight backs to his feet hitting Kane with a few hard shots, most noticeably kicks before his comeback is crashed to a halt as Christian knees him in the gut hard. Kane then takes down his opponent with a perfectly executed facebuster before leaping up, playing to the sold out crowd in the Hard Rock before picking up Black Jones and throwing his head between his leg. With Jones constantly dropping to one knee Kane powers him up into a powerbomb position but is left stunned as Black rains down on him with several 10-6 elbows! Taking advantage of the staggered Kane, Black flips his bodyweight backwards, sending Kane through the ropes and to the floor with a stunning hurricanrana! Dick Morosi: To the floor Kane goes, a picture perfect hurricanrana! Seth Ericson: You know those animated picture frames, Dick? I’m going to grab a clip of that move and put it next to my bed so I can watch it every night before I go to bed. Dick Morosi: Do you not think that’s a little strange Seth? Seth Ericson: Do you take me for an animal? I’m going to put it face down when I’m with the ladies, obviously! Dick Morosi: ...Obviously. As Kane is attempting to get back to his feet Jones struts over to the turnbuckle and gets the fans pumped up before hopping up to the top, preparing to come down with a pattented arial maneuver on Christian Kane. However those vital few seconds he took with the fans prove absolutely costly as Kane shows his athleticism, jumping up onto the apron and falling into the ropes, sending Jones crotch first down onto the turnbuckle. The (R)evo star winces in pain as Christian jumps back into the ring, hits the ropes and flies at Black with a busaiku knee kick, connecting with Jones right in the side of the head taking him off the turnbuckle, crashing down to the floor below!!! Dick Morosi: OH MY WORD WHAT A CONNECTION! STKO ONTO BLACK JONES AND TO THE FLOOR HE GOES! Seth Ericson: Yep, he’s dead. I witnessed my first death right here. Kane stumbles back into the far corner of the ring, regaining his breath whilst the referee begins the count on the motionless Black on the outside. One... Two... Three... Four... Christian Kane stays still inside of the ring, regaining strength whilst Black Jones still lies on the floor outside with the fans beside him desperately imploring him to get up and into the ring. Five... Six... Dick Morosi: At a count of six now and Black Jones hasn’t moved since getting hit with that STKO. Seth Ericson: I told you he’s dead! Seven... Eight... Ni- Shaking his head ‘no’, Christian Kane slides out of the ring to break the count, declaring ‘not like this’ as he picks up a Black Jones who has only just begun to stir. Kane hits him with a few knife edge chops before rolling Black into the ring and following him in quickly. Both on their feet, Christian goes deliver a hard shot to Black but he counters it before going for a kick to the gut which Kane catches! He throws the foot and Black goes to hit Kane with a dragon whip but Christian ducks out of the way, letting Black land on his stomach and immediately crossing his legs, moving to lock in the Canadian Maple Leaf! But Jones rolls through superbly, trapping Kane on the ground before coming down on him with a discus leg drop! Kane clutches his throat, meanwhile Jones doesn’t mess around this time, climbing to the top rope and coming off with a picture perfect moonsault...a feinted one! Black lands just next to The Canadian Sensation and goes to perform the second moonsault almost instantly but instead is caught with a roll-up by Kane! ONE... TWO... THR- KICKOUT!!! Dick Morosi: Black looking for the “Stay Schemin’” but Kane with a fabulous counter right as he landed and it almost cost Jones the match here Seth! Seth Ericson: These two are giving us a dream match Dick, I love it! Kane looks up at the referee, hoping he heard a three count but slams the mat in frustration when his worst fears are realised and Chris Dawson shows him two fingers. Holding his throat in pain once again as he stands up, Black Jones doing the same just across from him. They both go for each other but it’s Black who gets there first with a kick to the gut before dropping him with a butterfly suplex into a cross armbar! Dick Morosi: FOOD AND LIQUOR! This could be it! Seth Ericson: Firstly, yes I could go for some. Secondly, where? And thirdly, he could snap that arm! Kane screams in agony as he’s trapped in the hold whilst Jones drives his hips forward to increase the torque on the arm! The hold goes on for what seems like forever until Kane raises a hand in the air, looking just about ready to tap until Black Jones relents half of his grip, using one arm to try and drag the pair of them away from the ropes. That’s all the opportunity the skilled, crafty veteran in Kane needs however as he grabs that arm and uses it to flip himself out of the hold. He keeps Jones grounded, keeping a hold of that arm and spinning around him before rolling him up in a La Magistral cradle pin! But no! Jones moves his body weight backwards and lands on Kane! He hooks the leg! ONE... TWO... THR- KICKOUT!!! Seth Ericson: WHAT IS HAPPENING!? Dick Morosi: Black Jones almost steals it in the most terrific way here! This is why EXODUS Pro Wrestling is so great, Seth, it really is! Seth Ericson: I’ll drink to that! ...When I get that liquor I was promised! The fans explode, absolutely loving the amazing impromptu match they’re being treated to at the start of EXODUS Pro on FX #22! Jones jumps up, stunned whilst Christian Kane is holding his arm in pain, still on his knees. Seeing the opportunity in front of him Jones takes a step back and rushes forward to hit an Enzu Shining Wizard but Kane telegraphs it with a duck, hopes to his feet and as Black turns around he gets absolutely NAILED with a SSK! Jones flops to the ground unconscious, Kane shoots the half and covers him! ONE... TWO... THREE!!!! Dick Morosi: The SuperSexyKick and Christian Kane wins it, Seth! Seth Ericson: Christian Kane won it but GODDAMN Black Jones was GAME today! He put on a show people will never forget and with his hero no less! He might have lost but it’s gotta be good to be Black Jones right now! Dick Morosi: Absolutely. The fans erupt into a rapture of appreciation and applause for the winner Christian Kane and the (R)evolution Wrestling star Black Jones who both gave it their all in the match. Kane gets his hand raised by the referee but immediately goes over to Jones and raises his! After turning to all sides of the crowd Christian Kane removes his white latex arm sleeve with ‘#STUDLIFE’ printed on it in red and hands it to Black who happily accepts it, showing it off to the fans in attendance as the pair continue their celebration before we go to a commercial break. WINNER: CHRISTIAN KANEDick Morosi: Huge win for Christian Kane! Seth Ericson: Just the momentum he needs before facing Chuck Matthews at Long Way Down! Dick Morosi: Let's not forget just how great Black Jones looked here too! This kid may just be the best student in (R)Evolution Wrestling right now! As the crowd gives him a cheer, let's take a commercial break!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 1, 2014 10:51:30 GMT -6
 September 1st, 2014
Las Vegas, NVWe don't get our typical show open, or the video package that has "With Me Now" by Blacklite District. Instead, the PA System of the Hard Rock Hotel kicks off with "Zer0space" by The Kidneythieves, and out walks Darrin Stearns! The head of (R)Evolution Wrestling is dressed in torn blue jeans and a tattered All That Remains t-shirt. Starting to slowly approach the ring, he steps in and realizes that the crowd is cheering loudly for him! The crowd has embraced the man that has long stood beside his best friend in the world, and here he is now, taking the microphone so he can open the show. Darrin Stearns: Throughout the course of history, there has always been a counterculture. In professional wrestling, the counterculture has always been to cheer against who the majority of fans love. It's one of the reasons that even at our most despicable, Jonathan Collins and I had a following as members of The Inner Circle, or even the Street Syndicate. By definition, a counterculture is a subculture whose values and norms differ substantially from mainstream society, and often in opposition to mainstream culture. When Gods & Monsters began in EXODUS, it was a counterculture. Ryuji Kamigawa was disillusioned over the fact that fans would cheer for people who were shades of gray. The heroes were not so black and white, and even if some made no mistake in hiding who they were, Kamigawa felt it was time to find like minded individuals. How could you not find some in a college setting? The truth is that something like Gods & Monsters was destined to happen in EXODUS, an environment that combines the open minds of youth and the world of professional wrestling. The crowd stirs as Darrin nods, pacing around the ring. Darrin Stearns: Somewhere along the line, the leaders of the message perverted it. And while the collective guitar of EXODUS gently weeps, we remain a Sekigun divided. Issues amongst people trying to do the right thing for EXODUS, and I've been guilty of some of this myself. I'm not perfect, and neither is the Sekigun. For those of you who are expecting the heroes of this story to be flawless, you're asking for a two-dimensional story, and you can go tune into a Josh Eagles promo if you want that. The crowd stirs, laughing a little at Darrin's joke. Darrin Stearns: We're not perfect, but when EXODUS has been on the line, we've managed to get it done! Nobody can take that from EXODUS, the idea that we stand tall! Two weeks ago, in this building, we stood tall AND WE WILL STAND AGAIN TONIGHT AND END THIS WAR! So right now, Jonathan...please come out here. I have an important request. After a few moments of silence, "Jungle" by X Ambassadors & Jamie N Commons starts to play, and the look of concern on Jonathan Collins' face is obvious. In a pair of track pants and a sleeveless t-shirt, he comes down to the ring with a nervous look. The minute he steps in, the two best friends hug as he looks at Darrin, getting a microphone of his own as the music dies down. Jonathan Collins: Darrin, you know I wasn't thrilled at even giving you this match. Darrin Stearns: I know, Jon, but I know that if anyone can finish this tonight, it's me. I don't have anything to lose anymore. HATE took the only woman that's ever loved me. Gods & Monsters will not take my family from me. I need to finish this. You and I have gone through hell and back a million times over, Jon! We've bled for the things we've believed in! I was there the night Havoc almost killed you and Helena! I was there the night you became the King of Violence! You are my brother, and you are my best friend! Do you know how much it kills me to see you suffering like this? Jon, let me end this tonight for you. Jonathan sighs as he exhales loudly, his cheeks puffing as he looks at his friend. Darrin Stearns: Jonathan, tonight I can defeat Christum Furor. Tonight, I can end this war for my friend. The forces that are trying to destroy EXODUS took something incredibly important from me. Now it's time I take back, so please...make tonight's match a World Title match. The crowd erupts and Jon's eyes widen. Jonathan Collins: No! I can't do that to you! Jonathan sighs as he looks away from his best friend, Darrin clearly agitated. There's silence in the ring for a moment before Darrin steps up closer...and after a brief moment, he slaps Jon! Darrin Stearns: FOR FOURTEEN YEARS, I HAVE SUFFERED WITH YOU! Through every triumph and tragedy, I have stood with you! I haven't ever questioned why you and I marched into hell, into war, into greatness! I knew that for fourteen years, you would have my back no matter what! One night thirteen years ago, I said that I would trust you to have my back, even if I handed you a knife. This is that knife, Jon. Give me what I'm asking you for. I lost my whole world to stand beside you loyally, so please... Darrin looks almost on the verge of tears, extending his hand to Jonathan Collins. Darrin Stearns: ...please stand by me and trust that I can finish this tonight. Tonight, the Phoenix will rise. The crowd cheers loudly, Jonathan sighing as he looks back at the sky before shaking his head before turning back to his best friend and nodding. Jonathan Collins: Finish this, D. For Kane, for wherever Tiffani is, for me. More importantly, do this for yourself. I spent thirteen years leading you, at least in your mind. For many years, you were the only person strong enough to walk alongside me. Over the past year, we've found that others can walk that path too. Tonight, we stand united...and-- Darrin Stearns: ...ALL WILL BE WELL! "Zer0Space" starts again, and the crowd erupts as the two long time friends embrace, the crowd knowing what's become of tonight's main event. Dick Morosi: You heard it here first! That deathmatch later tonight between Darrin Stearns and Christum Furor has become a World Title match! Seth Ericson: I can only hope Darrin's abilities match his confidence tonight. Dick Morosi: We'll be right back folks with Christian Kane in action! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 12:42:29 GMT -6
NORMAL MATCH
CHRISTUM FUROR (EXODUS Pro World Champion) VS. KERRY WINDSOR
We come back from commercial, and we're outside the ring as Kerry Windsor continues to hammer away with Christum Furor against the barricade! Windsor quickly grabs Furor and whips him toward the ringpost, Furor hitting it as his head snaps back with a thud! Kerry begins pumping his fist as he quickly picks up Furor and throws him into the ring, looking to go for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Kerry gets up and looks toward the far corner. He picks up Furor and whips him in, charging him in to go for a high knee of his own, but as he charges, Furor bursts out of the corner like a locomotion, taking him town with a spear! Furor starts pounding into him with his fists as the referee tries to pull him away, Furor yanking his arm away from Katie Hanneman as he gets up and stomps around. By this point, all but Arishima have cleared the ringside area, keeping an eye on Furor. Furor goes over to Windsor and grabs his leg, starting to stomp on the surgically repaired knee of Windsor, quickly locking in an achilles lock as Windsor starts to wince in pain, reaching and scrambling for the ropes. The crowd watches as Windsor keeps clawing and pulling, Furor pulling Windsor back towards the middle of the ring.
Dick Morosi: Seth, I'm going to be frank here. I don't think this looks good right now for Kerry Windsor.
Seth Ericson: Rightfully so. Everyone knows Kerry Windsor can be very protective of that knee, and this is starting to look bad for a guy who has been a house of fire. He needs to dig deep now, because a win here might be the spark on the gasoline the Sekigun has thrown over Furor's New Age tonight!
Windsor continues to scream in pain as he tries to climb toward the ropes, but he still can't seem to get the advantage. Thinking fast, Windsor instead tries to twist and uses the momentum to swing out of it and kick Furor away, sending him towards the ropes! Furor bounces off and comes back as Windsor kips up and leaps forward, hitting Back to Square One! Windsor hits the mat and tries to crawl over to make the cover, but Furor rolls out of the ring. Windsor tries to go and give chase as Furor goes back over to Arishima before they notice Windsor is charging toward them before leaping over the ropes and hitting a huge senton! Windsor gets up and the crowd is roaring in favor of The Livewire himself! Arishima looks to be approaching Windsor, but he's taken off guard...BY SHINJI UCHIKAWA! SHINJI AND ARISHIMA START TO BRAWL UP THE RAMP, LEAVING WINDSOR AND FUROR ALL ALONE! Windsor continues to attack Furor, starting to pull them back into the ring, but Furor rakes the eyes of Windsor before whipping him into the steel steps so hard, Windsor practically flips over them and onto the ground! Without hesitation, Furor runs, leaping up onto the top of the ringsteps before leaping off and hitting Windsor with a MASSIVE DOUBLE STOMP! Windsor is down and clutching his ribs, all before Furor picks him up quickly...HAMMER OF DAWN! HE HITS THE HAMMER OF DAWN ON WINDSOR ONTO THE ARENA FLOOR! He gets up and quickly throws Windsor into the ring before he goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! NO! THERE'S STILL LIFE IN KERRY WINDSOR!
Dick Morosi: Kerry Windsor just doesn't know how to say die!
Seth Ericson: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!
Furor is furious, starting to yell at Katie Hanneman, who isn't afraid to yell right back that it was only a two count! He continues to yell and argue, but he shoves her out of the way as he goes towards Windsor, who quickly grabs him into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO!
Furor starts to pound away at Windsor, and the two of them look like they're practically having a knock down, drag out brawl around the ring as Windsor finally breaks free! Furor stomps around, glaring at the ref, and as he turns back and goes towards Windsor, he lifts him...LOWERED EXPECTATIONS! HE'S DOWN AND WINDSOR GOES FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THR---FUROR GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE! Kerry gets up and leans back, frustrated as he looks up at the sky, hands on his face for a moment before he tries to get up! He gets up and tries to go after Furor, who grabs him and gets him tossed through the ropes as he gets up! The referee again starts to yell at Furor, and again he shoves Hanneman, who has had enough and she calls for the bell! The World Champ has been disqualified, and he goes after Windsor on the outside of the ring!
Dick Morosi: We don't often see disqualifications in EXODUS, but you have to admit Furor deserved this.
Seth Ericson: You can't put your hands on the officials, but he crossed the line and did that. Kerry Windsor's gonna win this one by DQ, but you have to think he doesn't feel like a winner at the moment.
Furor reaches under the ring and grabs a chair, bringing one out as he rears back and clobbers Windsor over the head with the chair, hitting him again repeatedly. Windsor is down, and Furor is screaming, smirking repeatedly as Arishima, Taylor, and Talfourd come back down to help Furor at this time. The group starts attacking Kerry Windsor...BUT HERE'S THE SOUND OF "Can't Kill Us" by The Glitch Mob AND HERE COMES THE SEKIGUN! LENTON, WULF, STRIKE, FIONA, JON, AND THE RW KIDS ARE HERE, TAKING THE FIGHT TO THE GROUP! WAIT, HERE COMES HATE! DAISUKE IS MAKING A LINE FOR JONATHAN COLLINS, AND THE TWO BEGIN BRAWLING! IT IS ALL OUT MAYHEM! CHRISTIAN KANE HAS COME DOWN TO HELP EVEN THE ODDS! THE WHOLE THING IS BREAKING DOWN INTO CHAOS!
Dick Morosi: THIS IS MADNESS!
Seth Ericson: I don't think people know who they're hitting down there right now!
In the middle of all this brawling, Christum Furor manages to get out of the ring and grab his title, starting to head towards the entrance stage as he looks on, smirking at the chaos he created. Turning his back to the stage to watch it all unfold, he holds his World Title high as he looks on, smir---HE GETS HIT FROM BEHIND! FUROR GETS HIT FROM BEHIND...WITH A WEEDWHACKER?!
Dick Morosi: THAT'S DARRIN STEARNS!
Darrin Stearns stands there in just his slacks and shoes, looking down at Furor. Without hesitation, he starts to turn on the weedwhacker, starting to place the business end of that garden tool in the face of the World Champion! Turning it off, Stearns starts to lift it and continues to raise it, crashing it repeatedly over the ribs of Furor, only stopping when Christian Kane and Jonathan Collins come to him, trying to get him to calm down. As he looks on, the final shot of the night is Darrin Stearns in complete rage mode, screaming at Furor.
Darrin Stearns: YOU WANTED FIRE? YOU GOT FIRE! I AM PHOENIX!
And with that, we fade for the night.
WINNER (via DQ): Kerry Windsor
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 12:41:12 GMT -6
We come back to find an announcement for next week! Angela Jameson will face Wulf Erikssen, with the winner to meet Daisuke Iwakuma at Long Way Down! Dick Morosi: The fight is on! It's become exceptionally personal with Daisuke Iwakuma and these two over the past couple of months, and now it's time we see some scores settled. It looks like only one of them will be getting The Perfect Evil at Long Way Down, and we'll have to see who in two weeks. Seth Ericson: Why can't it just be Wulf? He's on the poster. Dick Morosi: That's not how it works. Seth Ericson: Well it should. Dick Morosi: Life doesn't always work out the way you want. Case in point: the fact that this match coming up next is even happening! Fiona Collins meets her husband Jonathan, coming up next! NORMAL MATCH
FIONA COLLINS (HEC Women's Champion) VS. JONATHAN COLLINSThe lights in the arena start to dim, and the crowd begins to stir as the opening riffs of "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive begin to play! I feel heavy, I feel weighted
And I feel hungry
I feel wasted, oh
I can't put my finger on my feelings,
Put my ear up to the ceiling
Where is that coming from?
Where are you coming from?
I'm just waiting for the walls of my insides to come clean
I've been praying for the day that my spirit is finally free
Some days, it feels like the ocean lies inside of me
Lies inside of me... 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. And I feel paralyzed, been cut down to size
I hardly have the strength to open up my eyes
'Cause I am swollen
And this has stolen my sanity
But it's hard to see beyond this
When it's fighting against me... 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: Seth, this woman looks more focused than ever. Even with the opponent she's about to face, she knows the score. Seth Ericson: Fiona's been one of the best, but you have to know that her opponent is going to go down as one of the greatest in this industry's history. As Fiona turns to the ring, suddenly...the opening notes of "Jungle" by X Ambassadors & Jamie N Commons starts, the lights in the arena going pitch black at the first drum beat! Well it's too long living in the same old lives;
I feel too cold to live, too young to die.
Will you walk the line, like it's there to choose?
Just forget the wit, it's the best to use.
WON'T YOU FOLLOW ME INTO THE JUNGLE? And suddenly the lights go back on, flashing brightly on the stage as there stands Jonathan Collins! In his black long jacket with a hood over his head, he stays at center stage momentarily before taking the slow walk down, flipping his head back to flip the hood off his head, revealing his half mask over his jaw. Taking a deep breath as he keeps his eyes on the ring, he slowly starts to approach the ring, slapping a few hands. Once he looks at the ring, he slowly starts to climb up to the apron before cleaning off his boots on the apron before stepping into the ring and keeping an eye on his opponent before coming to the middle of the ring and dropping to a knee, ripping the mask off and spitting blue mist up into the air! Quickly getting back up, Collins goes to his corner and stands on the middle turnbuckle, pointing out to the crowd to salute them, getting the love back in return! Hopping down, he begins to remove his jacket as he nods, keeping an eye on Fiona. Dick Morosi: Seth, the look in his eyes says everything. Jonathan Collins does not want to do this. Seth Ericson: He's had two weeks to take it in, so he better step up his game to prepare for this. Jonathan looks a little concerned as he approaches the middle of the ring, telling Fiona she doesn't want to do this. She approaches the middle of the ring too to confront him, and they talk a little, Jonathan explaining his case to her. After a little trading of words, Jonathan sighs and turns his head for the moment, trying to calm himself after the words did no good...ONLY TO BE SLAPPED BY FIONA! Jonathan brings his hand to his cheek, looking at her. He moves his hand and she slaps him again! The second slap sends him reeling, and she whips him to the ropes, only for Jon to duck under a clothesline attempt on his rebound. He flips forward to do a handspring off the rope, but Fiona ducks a cutter attempt from him, leaving Jon to land on his feet, ducking just in time to avoid a Shinigami from Fiona, only for him to stand up and swing his fist back, narrowly missing Fiona with the ZERO Hour, all before they stand up and look at one another, the two of them stunned at one another! Jonathan looks at her as he pleads his case, only for him to get met with a flurry of open handed punches and palm strikes from Fiona, Jonathan doing his best to block them and stay on the defensive as she backs him to a corner. Referee Katie Hanneman starts to count as she gets to four and Fiona backs away before slapping Jon in the face again! Dick Morosi: Jonathan looks absolutely crestfallen at this. Seth Ericson: I think the more important thing here is this different side of Fiona Collins we're seeing, Dick. Fiona comes back to the corner and charges in with a huge forearm smash as she whips him to the opposite corner, Collins hitting the turnbuckles hard. She comes charging in, but Jon swings out of the way by holding the ropes and going to the outside, holding the ropes as he swings his body to hit a rope assisted variation of her Shinigami! She stumbles back and he leaps in with a springboard, only to get hit with a dropkick in mid air! She rolls back onto her feet and kips up before going for a standing shooting star and then she goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THR--NO! Fiona looks frustrated at being unable to get the pin on her husband, Jonathan quickly trying to roll his way out of the ring. Getting down to the floor of the arena area as he tries to take a breather, Fiona runs to the opposite side and leaps out for a huge dive, Jonathan leaping up and grabbing her to hit a double knee facebreaker on her descent! Jonathan rolls on the floor in pain just as she does, Jonathan clutching his long bad knee. Taking a deep breath as he slams his hand on the ground, he slowly tries to get up and reach for her, throwing her into the ring. The Saint of Violence starts to back up again as he swings his arm, looking to go for the ZERO Hour again, coming forward this time as he swings his---FIONA LEANS BACK TO AVOID THE BACKFIST BEFORE LEAPING UP AND HOLDING HIS ARM FOR A CROSS ARMBREAKER! Jonathan is trying to keep his hands linked to avoid the move being completely cinched in, with him trying to roll so he can roll up The Stardust Seraph into a pinning combination. One! Tw--she rolls out and as soon as he sits up, she meets him with a huge knee to the face, busting open Jon's nose, practically exploding it! Jonathan Collins is bleeding all over and Fiona looks on at her husband with wide eyes once he sits up, seemingly finally moved by her actions. Fiona comes closer, looking to grab him for a standing shiranui, but Jonathan pushes her off and toward the ropes, and as soon as she comes back...END OF SILENCE! She's down and Jonathan rolls back before charging over...PARALLAX SHOCK! Collins starts pacing around the ring, looking absolutely conflicted! He looks at her for a moment, looking absolutely unsure of what to do...and he steps out of the ring again! Jonathan looks to be walking away from this fight, suddenly being greeted by his (R)Evolution Wrestling students Carey Dean, Shinji Uchikawa, Shozo, and Sydney Christensen. The trio seem to be checking up on Jon, who happens to be gushing blood from his nose, Shinji handing Jon a towel before Syd stops and goes over to Fiona to check on her. As she watches Fiona get up, she pushes Syd out of the way before she goes after Jonathan, hitting him from behind! She starts hammering his back as she throws him back toward the ring, sending him crashing into the ring steps! She quickly throws him back into the ring and climbs back up quickly and toward the top turnbuckle! She leaps off and hits a huge double knee drop to Jonathan as he sits up and he just lays on the mat, completely spent and dazed! Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins is displaying a never before seen aggressive side tonight! She's been on the offensive in the thrill of competition in the past, but I have never seen her take the fight to someone this badly, including busting open her husband! Seth Ericson: If this is the Fiona we're seeing, Dick, I'm worried just how much Furor has her ear right now. Fiona slowly comes over, looking to hook the leg! ONE! TWO! THR---KICKOUT! Fiona looks irate as she gets up and rubs her face, realizing she still couldn't put down Jonathan Collins! She gets up and grabs him by the head, looking to whip him to the ropes, but he reverses and as she comes back...JUMPING COMPLETE SHOT! HE HOLDS ON AND BRINGS HIS LE--SHE SCRAMBLES OUT OF THE OMEGA-16 BY GETTING HER LEGS AROUND THE ROPES! He pulls her away from the ropes by her head and tries to lift her, but she grabs his head...SOUL CALIBER! She quickly whips him to the ropes and follows him in...STEP UP ENZIGURI! Jonathan slumps down the mat in a seated position as she backs up and runs forward, hitting Jon in the face with a huge hesitation dropkick! The crowd seems positively stunned at the developments, and she quickly pulls him out of the corner and nails him with the Wide Awake--BUT HE SPINS TO DODGE AND GRABS HER FOR A BACKSLIDE! ONE! TWO! SHE ROLLS OUT AND GRABS JON FOR A LA MAGISTRAL! ONE! TWO! HE ROLLS OUT AND GRABS HER AS SHE GETS UP FOR A SUNSET FLIP! ONE! TWO! SHE ROLLS BACK AND GRABS HIS LEGS FOR A JACKNIFE! ONE! TWO! HE ROLLS IT INTO A--NO SHE ROLLS IT! NO, IT'S HIM! HER! HIM! HER! NEITHER ONE CAN KEEP THE OTHER DOWN FOR A ONE, AND THEY FINALLY BREAK FREE AND JONATHAN DIVES FORWARD WITH A ROLLING KAPPO KICK! THE TWO ARE DOWN AND THE CROWD IS STARTING TO STIR! "THIS IS AWE-SOME!" CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP "THIS IS AWE-SOME!" CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP Jonathan starts to get to his knees, crawling over to Fiona and telling her he doesn't want to do this anymore. The immediate response is a huge shove away from her, and as she comes charging in, he brings her down with a drop toehold...AND HE TRAPS HER ARM...IT'S THE ECHO-16! HE HAS NOT USED THAT IN OVER A YEAR! Dick Morosi: It's the trademark submission of the Sekigun, the ECHO-16, and he's cinched it in! The founding father of the Sekigun using its biggest weapon on the group's soul! Seth Ericson: Well she better find a way to combat it quick! She does by quickly kicking Jon off of her, sending him back. Without hesitation, she quickly scurries over to grab his own arms, all before rolling over...UNDERTOW! SHE HAS HIM SINCHED IN HER SUBMISSION AND HE'S TRYING TO LIFT HER...BUT HE CAN'T! Seth Ericson: LOOK WHO'S COMING TOWARD THE RING! Indeed, Christum Furor has come down to watch, along with Sally Talfourd. The two seem to be hovering around ringside, Sally uneasily joining some of the students in Jon's corner while Furor approaches Fiona's corner. Fiona seems to notice the new arrivals at ringside and slowly starts to let go, hearing Furor screaming at her to finish him off and save EXODUS once and for all. Fiona looks at him and nods, telling him to get up as she starts to move to a neutral corner, all while she waits for Jon. She starts to give the signal for the Shinigami as Furor stands in her corner now. Jon slowly starts to get up from the mat, beaten and bloody. She looks at him and she knows what she has to do. Fiona Collins: I'm sorry, I love you. Furor cackles in delight, knowing what's about to transpire...but they both turn their heads to him! A small smile creeps on the face of Fiona, the same smile on Jon's face as he nods....AND THEY CHARGE AT HIM WITH STEREO LEGITIMATE BUSINESSMAN KICKS! Dick Morosi: JONATHAN AND FIONA COLLINS STAND TOGETHER! Seth Ericson: DID THEY PLAN THIS?! Jonathan and Fiona quickly hug, touching foreheads, but it's on now! Sally slides into the ring and Savannah Taylor sprints down, but as soon as Savannah hits the ring, she's speared out of nowhere by SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN! Jon and Sally start to fight as Fiona goes out of the ring to chase Furor! It's only as he finally breaks away and starts to make a move to get back into the ring that she's greeted by a massive lariat from a new presence that has lumbered down to ringside! Dick Morosi: THAT'S NAOKI ARISHIMA! HE'S A (R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING STUDENT! WHAT'S HE DOING HERE?! Seth Ericson: Not making friends with his classmates, that's what! He quickly picks up Fiona again and grabs her arm, quickly spinning her around and nailing her with a massive ripcord Rolling Elbow! Fiona's down, and IN COMES SHINJI UCHIKAWA! Shinji goes after him, but another huge lariat takes down Uchikawa! And one for Shozo! AND HERE COMES CAREY DEAN! Carey starts nailing him with rights and lefts, but Arishima brushes them off as he continues to hammer them, bringing them down before he goes after Jonathan Collins himself, crushing him with a huge splash just as Talfourd rolls out of the way in the corner! Gods and Monsters has the advantage again over the students and the Collins family...BUT HERE COMES KERRY WINDSOR! Instantly, he goes after Christum Furor, looking to help his friends! Dick Morosi: Kerry Windsor has arrived to even the odds! Seth Ericson: He's gonna need a shotgun to stop that monster Arishima! Jonathan motions for the timekeeper to start Furor and Windsor as we go to commercial break! WINNER: NO CONTEST |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 12:37:12 GMT -6
The cameras catch back up with Samantha as she’s still walking around the Hard Rock avoiding not only her own dressing room, but Ashley Chase as well as she’s still in her “Super-girl” ring attire. She doesn’t really seem to be paying attention to much of anything, but when she comes up to a wall of security, that changes. Normally, she wouldn’t get involved in matters like this, but something was deep inside told her not to ignore this time. Man: Let me in! Security #1: No pass, no entry! The security guard said, and even without being able to see what was going on. Sam knew that the man was trying to throw a punch at the guard that just spoke, but luckily for that guard several other guards have a hold of the man’s arms and legs. Samantha Raine: What’s going on? Sam asked, one of the guards that’s hanging back in case the man manages to break free. Even though, Sam didn’t have to ask what was going on, because it was obvious what was going on. A fan was trying to get back stage without a backstage pass, but more than that… she had more than an inkling of who the “fan” was. Security Guard #2: Just some beach bum trying to waltz back here like he owns the place. Samantha Raine: Oh… Sam said, as she knew that the last thing he’d be called is a beach bum. Security Guard #3: Not only that, but he’s claiming to be married to Brianna Singer. Samantha Raine: Oh really… Sam said, but this time it was more like an automated response as she didn’t really hear what the third guard had said. She turns to walk back the way that she just came, because it was obvious that she wasn’t going to be able to go this way. However, she doesn’t get very far as the “man” gets a glimpse of her. Man: SAM! SAM, tell them what I’m saying is true! Hearing her name being called by the man was more than enough to get her to turn around or maybe it was the fact that the voice sounded familiar to her. The guards thin a little bit so Sam can see the man. Which the moment that she saw his face knew that it was, who she thought it was. It was in fact, Ryan Singer, the husband of Brianna Singer. Granted, he looks a little scruffier than normal, but then again having your wife turned in to a zombie could do that to a guy. Samantha Raine: It’s true guys and he’s with me. Sam says, and the guards look at her for a moment like she’s crazy, but let Ryan go. Who seems a little less pissed off now, but still totally pissed off for obvious reasons. Ryan Singer: Thanks Sam, now where’s that Cleon’s guy office? Ryan asks, before he starts to storm down the hallway to look for it himself. Ryan Singer: Nevermind, I’ll find it myself. Samantha Raine: Ryan, wait! Sam yelled, as she chases him down and blocks his path. Sam Raine: As much as I would like to see you destroy him, but I can’t let you go. Ryan Singer: Why the hell not? Samantha Raine: For one security will probably stop you again, but more importantly I don’t want to see you get arrested. Ryan Singer: Getting arrested is better than reading some of the tweets between my wife and that bastard! Samantha Raine: I know you feel that way right now, but think of your kids. Let me handle this. Sam said, in hope that it would calm the angry husband down a little, but even though she didn’t know how much good that she could in the situation. She’s the low woman on the totem poll here in EXODUS to where no one pays her any mind at all. The scene cuts back to the ring as Sam starts to lead Ryan back to the parking garage to hopefully get him on his way back home. Dick Morosi: Samantha Raine is trying to interject herself in this situation with Cleon Gray and Brianna Singer. Seth Ericson: She probably needs to worry more about herself than anyone else at the moment. She's lucky Chandler Scott didn't knock the rest of her brain cells back to the RIMAC. Dick Morosi: Even so, maybe she's trying to do the right thing before our next contest! It was supposed to happen two weeks ago on EXPRO On FX #20, but it's happening tonight! Lexy Chapel meets Johnny Cannon for the International Title...next! INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH
LEXY CHAPEL (EXODUS Pro International Champion) VS. JOHNNY CANNONDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EXODUS International Championship. Suddenly, the entrance tunnel is fixed with a bright purple spotlight, while the arena lights dim down to a purple tone as Cinderella Man by Eminem begins to play, starting off as a low ebb of drums before rising into a vast, vociferous crescendo of noise. The fans now lay claim to their hatred, bombarding the arena with unified chants of "JOHNNY SUCKS!" while the entrance tunnel itself becomes surrounded by a shower of sparks. The Brit's silhouette emerges behind the sparks, only backed by another daintier image. David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring... On demand, bursting through the shower of sparks, emerges none other than Johnny Cannon. As per usual, the cocksure, megalomaniacal grin is obvious on the face of the Englishman as he pauses on the entrance ramp, head raised high and pridefully to the sky as he peers out at the incredibly one-sided EXODUS audience. Appearing just behind him is none other than his manager, Quinn Goodrich, who edges on the crowd. Wearing purple and black wrestling trunks, with matching boots and a knee brace (on his surgically repaired left knee), the Brit appears ready for action, not because of his attire, but due to the vindictive look in his eyes, which is revealed as he removes his Versace sunglasses. They are the eyes of a cold, calculating machine. Johnny places his expensive shades in his black track jacket with numerous insignias sewn on it in purple, and begins his haughty strut to the ring as David Zinkus reads off his introduction. "Who can catch lightning in a bottle? Set fire to water?
Comin' out the nozzle on the fire hose, flier than swatters?"
"Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man." David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty-five pounds and hails from London, England; He is the self proclaimed ‘Greatest Man That Ever Lived’, 'Cinderella Man' and the ‘British Mamba'; Ladies and gentlemen... this is #MrEXODUS.... Johnny! CANNON! Cannon struts to the ring, marching with an undeniable swagger, vanity, and pretentious charm, while Goodrich continuously edges on the audience, swinging his arms up and pointing out at the sea of fans. Johnny, ignores the onslaught of hatred from the fans on either side of them, no longer caring about their opinions or beliefs. He spurts forward toward the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, before launching himself to his feet and suddenly spinning to the center of the ring in a very Shawn Michaels-esque fashion, before positioning himself carefully in the middle. He unzips his track jacket, lowering it down his hands and to the canvas below him like a male stripper, before throwing up the offensive, British, two finger salute, eliciting tremendous heat from the crowd. From there, Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside; his face drops to a more solemn expression, and his eyes flicker with hundreds of ideas playing in his mind for the match. Dick Morosi: The reaction from this crowd tells it all, Seth. Johnny Cannon, once a beloved figure in EXODUS has now become sort of a pariah. His recent actions have ruined the image he claims to care so much about. I never thought I’d see the day where an EXPRO crowd would boo the EXPRO Original out of the building. Seth Ericson: Mr. EXODUS feels slighted, and unappreciated. I can relate because that’s exactly how I feel sitting out here with you every two weeks. Dick Morosi: I won’t even dignify that with a response. However, what I will say is despite Cannon’s attitude he’s a world class athlete and one of the best wrestlers in the world today. That can’t be denied. He thinks that entitles him to handouts though, and I just can’t agree with that logic. Seth Ericson: I know of at least one person who shares your stance on the matter. She’s a redhead now, barely five feet tall, maybe you’ve seen her… she’s the star of a popular web series and she’s about to make her way out here to a hero’s welcome. As the spotlights flash across the stage and the video screens come to life, “Cynics and Critics” by Icon For Hire hits the PA system. “We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway” As the music continues blaring, Lexy Chapel walks out on to the stage carrying with her a camera-phone, along with the EXODUS Pro International Title. She walks to the left of the stage, filming the fans cheering, and then to the right of the stage, filming more fans cheering wildly before turning the camera around on herself and can be seen mouthing the word 'wow' in to the camera. After listening to the crowd reaction a moment longer she around and poses on the stage. . T H E . C H A P E L . S H O W . David Zinkus: And his opponent! Hailing from North London, England, standing at five foot-four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fourteen pounds. She is the EXODUS International Champion; Lexy! CHAPEL! As the music continues to play she begins to make her way down to the ring, filming the fans as she walks past them and posing with a few of them, holding the camera out in front of herself as she leans back in to a group of the fans. As the chorus of the song begins she slides into the ring and climbs up on to the turnbuckles, filming the fans again with her phone. “Oh this is all we know
Oh tragic and miserable
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Oh this is all we’ve got
Oh we do what we’ve been taught
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway” She leaps down from the turnbuckles and walks to the middle of the ring before spinning around and turning the phone back on herself again, kissing the lens of the camera and then putting it in to her pocket. She removes her ring jacket and slips it over to the ring attendant before jumping back on to the turnbuckles again and posing, then flipping off backwards and standing in her corner, readying herself for the match. Dick Morosi: Lexy Chapel is not one hundred percent, Seth. Still, her love for this company, this profession, and her integrity as a competitor and champion would not allow her to miss two consecutive shows. They are also the same qualities that she feels Johnny Cannon has forgotten, and she’s here to remind him of that. Seth Ericson: That won’t be an easy task though, Dick. You heard it from the man himself, Mr. EXODUS plans to bring it tonight, and as a former EXODUS World Champion he might give the young Chapel all she can handle and more. Dick Morosi: Do you see Lexy backing down, Seth? She welcomes the challenge. She’s a fighting champion, and I’m willing to bet the farm on her tonight because she has earned my respect while Johnny has lost it. Seth Ericson: I didn’t even know you had a farm, Dick. Nevertheless, this is gone be good. *DING-DING-DING*The clamoring of the frenetic fans in attendance reaches a fever pitch as the man officiating the contest, Chris Dawson signals to the timekeeper, the bell resounding and chiming thrice before fading into the background as the two Britons slowly move toward each other. The champion and challenger begin to stand off, Cannon looking very much downward at his smaller foe and smirking. The two time holder of the belt currently at stake suddenly drops down to both knees, as if to say that he’s stopping to Chapel’s level, laughing loudly to himself as he gestures for Chapel to “come at him”. Lexy initially regards Mr. EXODUS with a bitter scowl, but upon further enticing she throws a couple jabs at his face which the Englishman easily dodges. However, when she fire a kick straight at his cranium the former World Champion is forced to take more evasive measures as he rolls back on his heels, just barely avoiding being guillotined. Dick Morosi: Johnny’s taking Lexy lightly, and that’s stupid if you ask me, Seth. Sure, make fun of her size, toy around with her all you want. That’s just going to get him embarrassed. He’s in there with the International Champion and he needs to conduct himself with some semblance of class. Seth Ericson: Now wait a minute, Dick. What’s the difference between what Cannon’s doing, and what Kliff Ulysses or any other showman does? Dick Morosi: There’s a distinct difference: what they do is in good taste, what he’s doing is appalling. He’s showing Chapel absolutely no respect. Seth Ericson: And he’s being entertaining while doing so. Johnny’s eyes widen, his brow furrowed in shock in response to Chapel’s seriousness; she was all business tonight, and wasn’t going to put up with Cannon’s antics. Realizing this, Mr. EXODUS slowly pulls himself up with aid of the ropes, slapping his face a few times to refocus himself before stepping into the center of the squared circle. The EXODUS Original raises his hands in position for a Greco-Roman tie-up, challenging his much smaller adversary to show her bravery, if not her intelligence and technical ability. Presumably accepting said challenge, Chapel locks up, but instead of putting herself at a disadvantage by measuring her might against that of the British Mamba’s, the International Champion strafes to the back of her fellow Brit and slams a STIFF kick into the back of his hamstring. Johnny reels slightly and before can discern the whereabouts of his elusive foe, Chapel has him on his knees, having planted a series of boots into his midriff only to follow that strike up with an elbow to the back of the head. With her opponent kneeling on the canvas, Lexy backs up a few feet, then charges forward before extending her left leg skywards. Mr. EXODUS registers the attack though in time, having enough wits to throw himself to the mat before rolling out of the ring, much to the champion’s chagrin. On the outside looking in, Johnny motions for a time-out, garnering a chorus of boos from the Nevadans. Seth Ericson: Mr. EXODUS needs a breather and I can’t blame him. Lexy Chapel is breathtaking, just ask Spirit Z. She put the man in a hospital before because she’s just so damn nice looking. Dick Morosi: I doubt Chapel’s allure has anything to do with it, Seth. Cannon was getting more than he could handle and he needed to regroup. Maybe now he’ll take Lexy as serious as he should. Quinton Goodrich walks over to his client, and the two Briton’s have a brief conference whilst Chris Dawson begins the mandatory ten count. At about five Mr. EXODUS peels himself away from his manager, slowly kneeing up onto the apron yelling at the referee to keep Chapel back so that he can enter the ring in peace. Being subdued by Dawson, Chapel watches as Johnny wipes his feet on the apron before nonchalantly stepping through the ropes, rejoining her inside the squared hell. Just like the beginning of the match, both competitors are staring holes into one another before the staredown comes to a cease as they inch their way into the heart of the ring. Cannon hunches down slightly, whilst lifting his hand out to entice Lexy into a lockup. However, he was merely feigning the attempt to gain the advantage, waiting for Chapel’s hands to protrude far enough to present the window of opportunity to him. The British Mamba quickly scores with a kick to the midsection, then immediately takes hold of Lexy’s arm, twisting it over his head in a textbook arm wrench. The bombastic Brit doesn’t hold it in place long though, as he swiftly ducks behind his foe’s back before pinning her captured limb in a firm hammerlock. Chapel winces from the pain, her free arm reaching back in an effort to grab on to whatever part of Cannon’s anatomy that is within reach. Cannon moves out of harms way, whilst cinching up harder on the arm which forces Chapels body to lean forward. The weight shift seems to have been Johnny’s goal all along, as he reaches one foot forward between the Londoner’s legs, then sweeps it back to push his own weight forward. The takedown coerces them both to the mat, Lexy’s body being crushed under their collective weight, her arm pinned between the two of them. Once again she yells out in agony, and Johnny wastes no time in carrying out the rest of his planned attack. He reasserts his grip on the arm, this time pulling it into a vertically positioned armbar, strategically tucking it underneath his arm. He transfers over to the side, on one knee, perpendicular to Chapel’s body. The change in position wrenches the arm back even further, and he secures the position by bringing his lower knee atop Lexy’s head, pinning it down to further pull the stretch as the referee steps in to see if the champion will submit or brave through the discomfort. Dick Morosi: Cannon is exploiting his mat-wrestling skills, using that ability to get Lexy Chapel into a very precarious position. Seth Ericson: You told him to get serious, Dick. Well look he’s out wrestling the champion. Clearly his early antics were just a ploy to get into Lexy’s head, and it seems to have worked as he’s got her in quite a bit of pain. Knowing that she needs to turn the table somehow, Chapel, using her still-free lower body tries to inch backwards, aiming to get her foot on the ropes to break the hold. Enduring the excruciating discomfort long enough, the champion gets within a few inches of salvation; realizing how his foe is to the cables, Johnny opts for a different approach; standing back up, Mr EXODUS drags Chapel back to a vertical base, and with both competitors now standing the challenger applies a more standard arm wrench. Cannon gives a short hop in the opposite direction, jerking Chapel by the arm, a yelp a pin coming along with it. As she is pulled forward, her momentum is sent somersaulting forward as Johnny lowers his stance. The next thing she knows, she’s staring up at the ceiling lights, courtesy of a Northern Lights Suplex which the Brit bridges for the pin. ”ONE! TWO!” Lexy throws a shoulder up to break the count. Cannon immediately clenches his fist around the Featherweight’s long red hair and pulls her into a sitting position, then springs to his feet before throwing a vicious shin kick into Chapel’s back. The impact of the strike throws the starlet’s upper body forward before the Youtube Sensation recoils back onto the mat, lying down once again providing the British Mamba with another opportunity to gloat which he seizes - the egomaniacal Englishman sneers down at his foe, mocking her current state by pretending to take pictures with his hand amidst the booing of the EXODUS crowd. Seth Ericson: Look at Cannon, he’s taking mental pictures in there. You’ve gotta love the guy, when you’re down he makes sure you know it by rubbing it in your face. Dick Morosi: He’s making a spectacle of himself, Seth. He should be following up on the last maneuver, instead he’s wasting time and allowing his opponent to recover. That’s a mistake that’ll come back to bite him if he doesn’t wise up. Lexy Chapel’s head is grabbed again, this time at the sides as she is pulled up. Johnny greets her with a STIFF European Uppercut, then immediately reaches down to scoop her up. As she is being lifted, the champion throws a series of downward elbows, driving the sharp bone into the top of Cannon’s skull. Slightly dazing him, the fan-favorite forces her foe to drop her, Chapel quickly landing on her feet and backpedaling into the ropes. As she rebounds into a charge Johnny fires a back elbow, which she dodges before heading to the ropes for a second time. Upon her return trip, Lexy is scooped up into the air - Cannon using her momentum against her, only for the blue chipper to turn it into a Tilt-A-Whirl Armdrag in one fluid motion, sending the British Mamba somersaulting to the canvas. Both competitors simultaneously get up, Johnny charging without hesitation. Lexy’s swift instincts allow her to slip an arm under that of the Englishman’s and fall back whilst rolling to the side, throwing Cannon forward with another Armdrag that puts the challenger back-first into the spring-padded canvas once more. For a third consecutive time the combatants scramble to their feet, only Lexy is the aggressor; she quickly leaps into the air to jut out her feet with a Dropkick, planting her boots into the former World Champion’s visage sending him right back down to the mat. Reeling, Cannon makes the smartest move possible and rolls out of the ring. Soaking in the cheers of the audience, Chapel scans the outside area for the whereabouts of her opponent, watching as Johnny walks along the perimeter of the ring. Looking to keep the momentum in her favor, Chapel charges right at him, diving through the ropes with a Suicide Dive that drives Mr. EXODUS into the barricade. Dick Morosi: The crowd has been ignited, cheering on the champion who takes to the skies to leave Cannon in a world of hurt. Seth Ericson: Lexy wasn’t going to let Johnny take another breather. The International Champion seems hell bent on keeping up the pressure. The British Mamba clutches his head and neck, wincing and moaning in pain while the fans behind him continue to mock his condition, whilst others stand on their feet with praise for the aerial maneuver they just witnessed. Back on her feet, Chapel lights his chest up with a knife-edge chop, then another, and finally a third to loud “WOO” chants as the Londoner raises her fist for the fans before focusing her attention on Johnny again; this time to drag him to ringside before shoving him inside the squared circle. By the time Cannon has climbed to his feet Chapel is already on the top turnbuckle. The International Champion files off of her perch, kicking both feet out directly at her adversary. The self proclaimed “Greatest Man Who Ever Lived” receives two soles straight into his visage, which send him to the canvas with a thud. Lexy crawls over to the fallen challenger, and hooks his right leg to initiate the pinfall attempt. ”ONE! TWO!” Cannon pushes his right shoulder off the canvas, drawing a loud and frustrated moan from the Nevada crowd. Staying on the attack, Lexy pulls Cannon up to a vertical base and backs him into the ropes; she attempts to whip him across the ring, but Johnny counters with an Irish Whip of his own. When Lexy is within range, the former World Champion crouches down, planting his hands on her breadbasket to exploit her momentum against her. He springs up, the explosion of his hips channeling enough strength and leverage necessary for him to fling his much lighter foe into the air. Thinking quickly, Lexy wraps her legs around the challenger’s head during her descent, then reclines back to launch him forward with a Headscissors Takedown to counter the Cardiac Arrest. Reeling and flustered, Mr. EXODUS pulls himself up in the corner, meanwhile Lexy has already planned her next move. The charges right at him, only for Johnny to drop down to a knee and lift her up into the air. Cannon turns around to prop her up on the top turnbuckle, only to receive a kick to the face that sends him staggering back. Having forced some distance between the two, Chapel readies herself to take flight; she quickly leaps off the top rope flying at her foe who shuffles in his position - then swings an arm up with stupendous vigor to catch her underneath the chin with an artful forearm shiver. *CRACK* Seth Ericson: Jesus Christ! What a European Uppercut. He caught her in mid-freaking-air! Dick Morosi: The champion went to the high rent district and she paid for it, dearly. Cannon countered in a heartbeat, and he may have very well knocked Chapel out cold. As articulated by Morosi, Chapel had her jaw realigned by the Englishman’s forearm, is left seemingly unconscious, her brainpan scrambling to assimilate the damage that her beautiful face just sustained from the thunderous strike that didn’t lack in it’s execution or effectiveness. A cocksure grin begins to formulate on the challenger's countenance as he stands tentatively triumphant, beginning to flex the muscle of the arm that just delivered the devastating blow to vociferous boos. While a very dazed and debilitated Lexy drools on the canvas, Cannon finishes his posturing and runs to the ropes and bounces off. On his return trip, the British Mamba jumps up and bends his knees to land them both on the top of the champion’s cranium. The recipient of the blow flinches and rolls away whilst Johnny gets up. The merciless technician simply walks forward and drops a knee on Chapel’s head again, the only difference being the victim was lying facedown. Lexy rolls away in pain one more time, now inches away from the ropes. Quinn Goodrich positions himself just outside of the ring, slapping the apron with both hands to cheer on his client and friend. Cannon glances at his manager, then rolls Lexy onto her back before latching a hand onto the Featherweight’s throat. Chris Dawson steps in and orders Johnny to stop the illegal and vile choke, then begins counting when it’s clear that Mr. EXODUS has no intentions of doing so. ”ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR..” .- Cannon finally lets up to another wave of vehement boos, then climbs to his feet to receive an earful from the zebra clad official. The arrogant Englishman sticks his foot into Lexy’s ribs and shoves her out of the ring where the Londoner lands with a dull thud on the floor. The verbal rebuking from the ref continues on Johnny Cannon, allowing Quinn Goodrich to sneak in undetected with a foot on Chapel’s throat. More booing follows as Johnny dismisses his reprimander, replying with “I’m the reason you have a job, Chris” to buy more time for his manager to perform his dastardly deeds. Dick Morosi: Oh come on, this is ridiculous. This is how you want to win, Johnny? I shouldn’t be surprised, the man has no class, and no respect for either his opponent, or this crowd. Seth Ericson: You know the saying - it’s not cheating if you don’t get caught! At least that’s what I told my wife. That doesn’t sell in a divorce hearing, just so you know. Chris Dawson finally does catch Goodrich in the corner of his eyes and turns around. The Armani clad Brit backs away and lifts his hands innocently whilst shaking his head, pretending to be a good samaritan which only prompts more booing and jeering from the lively spectators. Cannon pressures the ref to start counting, and he does just that, lifting his arms and shouting ”ONE!” to begin the ten count. With a menagerie of sounds buzzing in her head, Chapel slowly stirs on the ground whilst clutching her neck, seething with a mixture of agony and anger. ”TWO!” The crowd looks on, somewhat in anguish as they see the poor shape their hero has been put on. They attempt to rally her, cheering which sends an adrenaline rush through the International Champion, and she forces herself up to one knee. Slowly, Chapel clutches the ring apron and uses it as a crutch to pull herself up. ”THREE!” Managing to get to a stand, the winded and groggy Chapel leans on the apron for a moment, Cannon raising his arms into the air to provoke another smattering of boos before charging forward with a Baseball Dropkick. Having no interested in eating the feet, Lexy flourishes her wherewithal and sidesteps, causing Johnny to slip out of the ring. As he scrambles to get his footing Chapel leaps onto the apron, then onto the middle rope letting her momentum push the wire as far as it will stretch. Once the elastic limit of the middle rope is reached, the Londoner is sent backwards, her athleticism on full display as she back-flips in mid-air to land on Cannon’s head sending him to the floor with an Asai Moonsault. Dick Morosi: What a move from the champion who’s proving she’s got plenty of fight left in her. And more important than that, a lot of heart which is something Johnny wouldn’t know about. Seth Ericson: And she needs it too. She’s practically wrestling two people right now - Cannon and Goodrich and you know what they say Dick, two heads are better than one. Dick Morosi: Not if they’re both full of hot air, which is the case when it comes to Team Cannon. Seth Ericson: They say the same thing about me and I seem to be doing just fine, so that kinda disproves your theory. The two competitors slowly begin to stir, showing the mental fortitude it takes to be the holder of the very championship they’re dismembering one another for. Cannon stumbles to a vertical base, slowly falling on the ring as his upper body stretches across the apron. Lexy pries her five foot, four inch frame off the floor and attempts to stand as well. The champion staggers and collapses into the guardrail, looking spent, while both appear to be worse for wear prompting Chris Dawson to begin another ten count. As said counts commences, Johnny pulls himself off the apron, his body once again upright, his eyes now being locked on his foe. ”ONE!” Lexy aided by the security barrier, struggles back to her feet. ”TWO!” Like a lion stalking a wounded gazelle, Johnny begins his charge. ”THREE!” Whether she had been playing possum or was legitimately being hampered by her injuries, Lexy overcomes the pain and suddenly leaps into the air. She wraps an arm around the back of Cannon’s head, then falls back to drag him off his feet; she drives the British Mamba face first into the guardrail, sending the crowd in a frenzy. Johnny slumps down on the guardrail, with his brains plastered across the unforgiving structure whilst Chapel lies on the floor. Dick Morosi: UNION JACK ATTACK! She drove him face first into the guardrail, Seth! Seth Ericson: Doesn’t she know he needs that face to sell tickets? Good Lord! Back on her feet now, Lexy grapples Cannon around the head, struggling to pull his deadweight toward the ring. And deadweight is exactly what Mr. EXODUS has been reduced to upon having his face smeared across the guardrail. ”FIVE!” With every ounce of strength she can muster, the Londoner rolls Johnny into the ring. Cannon stares into the ceiling lights, which are the only thing that prevent him from slumping into a state of unconsciousness. Sliding into the ring, Chapel slowly crawls across the ring, draping an arm over his opponent as Chris Dawson drops down for the pin attempt. ”ONE! TWO! THR- NO!”The British Mamba writhes his shoulder from the canvas, drawing loud and frustrated moans from the Nevada crowd. Lexy sits up, glaring at the referee as Dawson explains that Cannon broke the fall. After nodding in an reluctant understanding, she props herself up to vertical base before pulling Cannon up with him. As he is being lifted, Johnny suddenly breaks free from Chapel’s grasp, then lights her up with a staggering European Uppercut that sends her backpedaling into the ropes. Lexy has her arms hooked on the cables, visibly stunned and dazed from the debilitating strike, prompting the former World Champion to take advantage. With one hand taking a vice-like grip of his foe’s redhead, Mr. EXODUS begins to unload with STIFF European Uppercuts. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX! Johnny finally relents, the last withering strike knocking the champion through the ropes, her feet sitting on the middle cable while the rest of her body lands on the apron with a thud. Dick Morosi: What a vicious onslaught from the challenger. Those Uppercuts have left Lexy Chapel in bad shape. Seth Ericson: Johnny Cannon is arguably the best pure striker in the game, and he just reminded everyone of that right there. Having enervated Lexy with his combo of blistering strikes, Cannon slowly leans over the ropes and reaches down to grab Lexy by the hair. Mr. EXODUS drags the social media darling up off the apron, pulling her over the top rope. The challenger wraps an arm around her trachea, then claps his hands together. He applies tremendous pressure, then pulls her down across the top cable to restrict the blow flood to her head, using a rope assisted Guillotine Choke to further weaken the champion. Cannon knows he can’t submit her, but that’s not his intention - he just wants to make her suffer and he’s succeeding, forcing Chris Dawson to step in for a five-count. After four painful seconds, the British Mamba relinquishes his choke, leaving Lexy straddling the ropes, panting heavily like a fish out of water. Johnny steps back into the center of the ring now, curling his lips in a scowl before dashing forward, and quickly lifting his leg up level. The challenger’s boot washes the face of the champion, sending a heap of sweat flying off her mug as her head snaps back awkwardly from the concussive impact. Lexy falls off the ropes and lands on floor with a thud, with her brains oozing out of her ears and cascading down her head. The deliverer of the malevolent kick glares into the crowd while his leg hangs over the top rope. With a stroke of ego his smiles, seemingly in the driver’s seat courtesy of the vicious Yakuza Kick. Seth Ericson: Lexy is out of it, Dick. What a Big Boot from Mr. EXODUS who could be closing in on his third International Title reign. He’s on what they call a run in basketball, and not only does he have the lead, but the fourth quarter is almost over. Dick Morosi: True, however, let’s not forget he’s battling a woman who has made an early career of comebacks and buzzer beaters. Lexy Chapel is the International Champion because she fights like a champion. She has the heart of a champion. Johnny Cannon may have more experience, and more skill - but what he doesn’t have is her heart. Seth Ericson: Be that as it may, none of that’s going to matter if Cannon hits Lexy like that again. Dick Morosi: After witnessing that combo, it’s hard to disagree, Seth. The champion can’t afford to take that kind of punishment. Cannon slowly climbs out of the ring in pursuit of his seemingly unconscious foe. Johnny lifts Chapel off the ground and rolls her into the ring. Mr. EXODUS takes his good old time, arrogantly bypassing sliding into the ring to walk up the steel stairs. He wipes his foot on the last step, and for that he receives jeers from many of those in attendance. However, he doesn’t feel obliged to acknowledge the harsh response he’s receiving, as he merely saunters along the apron before ducking through the ropes. Having re-entered the proverbial killing grounds, Cannon backs into the corner. With slaps his left leg a few times, then proceeds to stamp his foot on the canvas which further riles up the spectators - they begin boo, knowing exactly what he has in store for their beloved hero. The British Mamba continues to stalk his prey, stamping his feet again and again, shaking the canvas and causing the International Champion to stir. Lexy’s body shrivels with ever vibration, as she slowly commences to climb to her feet. Her legs buckle and crumble underneath the weight of her body - her hands quickly protruding out in hopes of grabbing the ropes to aid her in standing. The cables hang just out of reach, too far in the stance, leaving Chapel standing on spaghetti legs. The scene of the Londoner standing on her proverbial last legs is enough to spur Cannon into action. Johnny steps out of the corner, quickly lifting his leg for his patented Roundhouse Kick - but he catches nothing but air, Lexy having enough energy and wits about her to dodge the possible match-ending maneuver. As Cannon is thrown off balance, Chapel makes a beeline for the ropes. She leaps onto the middle cable, then springboards back toward her turning foe, thrusting out a leg so that her boot collides into the British Mamba nasus, Cannon immediately going down to the ground like he’d been shot. Dick Morosi: DENTAL CHECK! Lexy Chapel just made the go ahead bucket, Seth! Seth Ericson: We don’t even need the basketball analogy, Dick. She kicked him in the face. That’s all that needs to be said! As the crowd erupts with a roar of approval, Lexy grabs Cannon’s legs then flips forward, pulling the hated Englishman’s legs back and capturing him in a Jackknife pin. Chris Dawson approaches and slides down to begin the count. ”ONE! TWO! THR- NO!”The crowd’s cheering turns into sighs and moans as Johnny somehow manages to power out of the pinning predicament. Irritating fanfare from Quinn Goodrich follows as Lexy sits up and scours her brain, doubt beginning to creep in as she wonders what she has to do to put Mr. EXODUS away. Maintaining her aggression, Chapel crawls toward Cannon, then slips an arm under his neck to apply a grounded front facelock. Chapel begins to get up, pulling Cannon to his feet as she does so. a few seconds pass as the two competitors reach a vertical base, and the opportunistic challenger throws a quick forearm into Lexy’s solarplexus before slipping his head free from her grasp. The former EXODUS World Champion the pats his right forearm before maliciously slamming it into his foe’s jaw, stunning her with a blistering European Uppercut. Using every last bit of adrenaline he has in his body, Johnny applies a front facelock of his own, hooking one of Lexy’s arms whilst he lifts her up into the air before falling back to drive her into the canvas with a well executed Single Underhook DDT. The British Mamba nails the Cannon Driver II, quickly rolling Chapel onto her back before hooking her legs. Seth Ericson: CANNON DRIVER II. Game. Set. Match. ”ONE! TWO! THR- NO!” Dick Morosi: She kicked out! The champion jerks her leg out of Cannon’s grip, and the challenger flops to the mat in frustration. Cannon lays motionless on the canvas, staring at the ceiling as he is now the one questioning himself. Chris Dawson begins the obligatory ten count, whilst multiple cameras flash accompanied by chants of appreciation from the sold out arena. ”THIS IS AWESOME!?”
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”THIS IS AWESOME!?”
*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* Seth Ericson: I don’t believe it. I thought for sure that was the end. Dick Morosi: Team Cannon are just as dumbfounded, Seth. Lexy Chapel is refusing to stay down, refusing to die. The International Championship means so much to her, she just won’t give it up. Johnny pulls himself up to a knee, the climbs to his feet to lean into the ropes for a moment to gather himself. Quinn Goodrich immediately climbs onto the apron and pats his client on the back whilst babbling some advice into his ear. Meanwhile, Lexy Chapel begins crawling to the other side of the squared battleground. “KNOCK HER OUT, JOHNNY!” is Quinnton’s last bit of encouragement as he slaps Cannon on the back and drops down from the apron, giving him the pep talk that he needed. Lexy begins pulling herself up on the far ropes while Mr. EXODUS patiently waits. Cannon begins to shake his leg again, loosening it up, knowing that the only thing that stands between him and the International Title is one kick to the head, one Roundhouse Kick! Chapel slowly pulls herself up and leans on the ropes for a second, then the instant she turns around Johnny makes his move. Once Mr. EXODUS is within kicking range, the British Brawler swings his foot up and closes his eyes… but hits NOTHING. Chapel avoids the kick for the second time, ducking and ending up crouched behind Cannon. Squatting, she places her head between her foe’s shoulders before pushing her body up to hoist the heavier man onto her shoulders - long enough to fall forward. Seth Ericson: SHE COUNTERED! Dick Morosi: Throat first across the ropes. Mr. EXODUS stumbles away from the point of impact before flopping down onto his back. Chapel pulls herself to a stand then turns toward Cannon, beginning to walk toward him before dropping to all fours. The champion pulls her foe into a sitting position, then slips an arm under his chin, placing her other onto the back of the British Mamba’s head to tighten the Sleeper Hold. Johnny’s face is twisted and distorted from the pain, and he immediately starts to fade as Chris Dawson steps into checko him. Lexy cranks the hold, causing even more pain to shoot through her foe as the blood flow is quickly being reduced to his head. The challenger’s eyes are shut as the electricity begins to dim, reaching an arm out for the ropes but unable to grab them. His savior turns out to be his manager, Quinn Goodrich, who launches himself back onto the ring apron and begins shouting and making as much movement as possible to get the referee’s attention. Goodrich succeeds, causing Dawson to get into his face, an argument ensuing as the Brit tells a cock and bull story about “foreign objects” and “sportsmanship”. Lexy Chapel notices the hubbub, releasing Cannon, before charging over at the ropes. Not wasting any time, the champion simply lands a well aimed right hook, knocking Quinn down. However, his distraction provides Johnny with enough time to recuperate. Lexy turns around, then charges at her assailant, only to be tossed into the air and kicked in the chest upon her fall. Looking down at his inert foe, Cannon makes a quick slashing moment across his throat. Seth Ericson: Cardiac Arrest connects! Cannon has had enough. He’s looking to put Lexy away for good! Johnny leans down, grabbing Chapel around the head before gradually dragging her to a vertical base. The former World Champion captures her head in a front facelock, throwing the battered Londoner’s arm over his shoulder in preparation for the Cannon Driver. Knowing what the British Mamba’s intentions are, Lexy hooks her leg behind Johnny’s to prevent him from scooping her up. He tries again, but once more she blocks - afterward she unloads onto his ribcage with punches until he is forced to release her. However, Cannon is just as tenacious, as he returns fire with a sickening forearm to the temple, turning Chapel around, the champion stumbling in place as she barely remains on her feet. Cannon quickly slips behind her, slipping one arm under Lexy’s leg and another around her waist, before lifting her up to attempt a Belly-to-Back Suplex. Shockingly, Chapel somehow manages to escape, as she backflips out of it, landing on her feet and behind the challenger. She gives him a mighty shove forward, pushing him into the ropes and more importantly into Quinn Goodrich who had climbed back to his feet. The members of Team Cannon collide with one another - Quinn flies off the apron, while Johnny staggers and turns right into a leaping Enzuigiri that floors him. Before anyone in the arena realizes what just transpired, the International Champion is up on the top turnbuckle. Chapel leaps off the her perch, rotating in mid air to land across Johnny’s carcass with a Phoenix Splash. Dick Morosi: SOCIAL DISTORTION! That’s it! As a pandemonium of cheers ensues, Chapel simply lie in the position she isin, only having to wait for Chris Dawson to begin counting. “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”Not far behind, “Cynics and Critics” begins to blare over the P.A. system. Lexy slowly rolls onto her front, planting her hands into the mat and using them to lift her body up off the canvas. Her eyes finally lock on Chris Dawson who holds the International Championship in his hands - she pulls it from her fingertips and embraces it. Lexy brings the title to her face, kissing the centerpiece, showing her appreciation for the belt she just went through hell and high water to retain. Chapel finally stumbles to a full vertical base, plodding toward the corner before ascending it, her face beaming with pride and joy despite every jolt of pain that shoots through her frail body with every progression of her climb. Reaching the top of the mountain, Lexy hoists the International Title into the air to a standing ovation. Seth Ericson: That was one hell of a match, Dick. That might be the Match of the Year right there. Dick Morosi: That was a fantastic performance from both competitors. Lexy Chapel overcame Johnny Cannon, and even Quinn Goodrich couldn't stop her tonight. She had something to prove tonight, Seth. Seth Ericson: Yeah, that if you think you're going to take the International Championship from her, you'd better think again. Dick Morosi: And while Lexy celebrates her incredible victory, let's head backstage. WINNER (and STILL EXODUS Pro International Champion): Lexy ChapelBackstage at the Hard Rock Hotel is a tiny bit more elaborate and upscale than it is at the RIMAC Arena, EXODUS Pro’s beloved home building. Walking his way through the halls of the Hard Rock, though, is a man who has not been seen in the RIMAC in some time. Slight of build, he carries an attache case in his right hand. Wearing a suit and tie, he looks like any of the businessmen who spend time in the Hard Rock, risking fortunes on the roll of the dice or the turn of a card. The thing that differentiates him from those businessmen, though, is a shock of white hair that hangs down to his shoulders. In the arena proper, a few fans recognize the figure - and give him a mixed (and surprised) reaction. All told? It’s more than enough for Tom Matheny, interviewer extraordinaire, to go wander over to the scene and confirm his suspicions, microphone in hand. Tom Matheny: Seymour Al...masy? The man himself nods, easily enough. Seymour Almasy: That would be me, yes. Did you not recognize me? I can't say I blame you. Some people clean up well; me? I just feel like...someone else in a suit and tie. Tom Matheny: Well, yes, but...never mind that! What the heck are you doing here? You haven't been seen in EXODUS Pro in..months! Seymour chuckles. It’s true, of course, but he doesn’t seem too intent on talking about his in-ring career on this particular evening. Seymour Almasy: Right to the point, aren't we, Tom? You know, I always did like that about you among interviewers. I'm here for business. I have a meeting with Jonathan Collins in his office in about five minutes, and I was assured by all parties involved that said meeting would be very much away from the prying eyes of EXODUS Pro wrestlers, staff...and fans. Which means that I am going to have to kindly request you not follow me, Mr. Matheny. Am I clear? Tom Matheny: Well, yes, I suppose so...but before you go, Seymour, is there any way you could give us any sort of indication on the nature of your meeting with Mr. Collins? It is a question that Seymour smiles at, almost as if he was waiting for it to be asked of him. Seymour Almasy: Discipline, Tom. I am here to discuss discipline with Jonathan. Now, if you'll excuse me... Almasy nods his head curtly, and promptly turns on his heel, leaving Tom Matheny, fans around the world, and our intrepid commentators somewhat befuddled. Dick Morosi: Seymour Almasy returns to EXODUS Pro after months away – in a suit and tie, no less – and he's apparently here to discuss “discipline” with Jonathan Collins. Seth Ericson: He billed himself the Judge Magister – and in case you've forgotten, he's always been somewhat critical of Jonathan Collins' methods. Dick Morosi: That's a good point, but, well, we don't have any more to go on, folks, so instead of baseless speculation or plugging a smartphone app, we're going to go to commercial. We'll be right back! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 12:35:55 GMT -6
We cut backstage, to see Chris Strike staggering back towards his locker room, obviously fatigued from the grueling matchup he just took part in. He shakes off the cobwebs and pushes his way through the door. As the camera follows him into the room, it needs to pan around the capture the look of absolute shock on his face. The sound of violins fills the air with sweetness as the lights in the room begin to dim. Attttt lassssst
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
The heavenly voice of Etta James plays on in the background as Strike cautiously walks into the room. It is not as he left it, not at all. In the center of the room is a lusciously decorated round table, a thin checkered cloth in black and red checks laid upon it. At either side is freshly polish silverware, accompanied by wonderfully designed china plates. There is a bucket with an image of Rio de Janeiro upon it on the table, filled to the brim with ice cubes and topped off with a bottle of expensive looking champagne. The centerpiece of the table is a tall gold plated vase filled to the brim with deep red roses. The classic ‘At Last’ continues to play, the flames on the hundreds of candles that litter the area illuminate the room, and at the far side is a heart shaped love seat, covered in flower petals.
Oh yeah yeah
At last
Chris Strike: ...What in th- Strike then looks down, seeing two slender hands wrap around his waistline, fingernails lavishly painted red. He is stunned for a moment, quite unsure what to think, but he slowly turns around to see the figure who is responsible for all of this. It is exactly who he thinks it is. Lady Magdalena: Bonjour, lover. He is almost awestruck as he looks upon her. Her hair was jet black, finely curled into little ringlets that cascaded like a waterfall down her slender neck onto defined bare shoulders. Her skin was pale, almost an ethereal beauty taken from the pages of a fabled ghost story and brought to life by a necromancer of literature. Her breath was cold, launching little puffs of vapour into the air like a rocket of nature. A single, solitary tear hung beneath her right eye, clinging on for dear life as if it never wanted to leave its master, a child on the first day of school who simply refused to leave its loving parent. Lady Magdalena: Y-you came! You actually came! But of course you did! How could you not? Oh my dear, Chrissy. How I have missed you. How I have missed your sight, your scent, your every being. It has simply been torture without you by my side. Strike is still speechless as Magdalena wipes that solitary tear of joy away from her eye delicately with the back of her hand. She is dressed immaculately, in a tight, figure hugging dress that shows her some her best assets perfectly. The dress itself, a ruby red of pure lust is on the short side, displaying her long slender and smooth legs. They are only aided by a dazzling pair of golden heels that make her legs seem to go on for miles, and adding extra inches on her height. Lady Magdalena: Have you seen the effort I have made for you, my dearest? I must admit, I had a little help from my handmaiden, Leliana. But the ideas, the imagery was all mine… And all for you. Everything, every fibre of my being is all for you. Her smile was sweet, yet effortlessly seductive oozing the glamour of a big budget Hollywood picture. She made her way to thick mahogany table surveying the chilled bucket of ice before taking the magnum of Champagne and pouring herself and Strike a flute each. The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you She turned back to the object of her affection, handing him a flute of champagne as the delightful music played on. He took it from her hands, more out of instinct than anything, mouth open still in shock. The Fair Lady took a sip, giggling like a school girl as she did so. Lady Magdalena: Why don’t we take a seat, my beloved? Why don’t we make ourselves comfortable? She takes him by the hand, guiding him effortlessly towards the loveseat. She struts across the room seductively, her hips swaying in a hypnotising fashion that seems to have bewitched the former Thunder God. With one hand she manages to spin him around, before pushing him down onto the loveseat with just enough force to make him seat with a thud. I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known She laughs, a sound still sweet yet with an aftertaste of the maniacal. She places herself next to him, stretching one leg over him as she played with his hair with her free hand. Lady Magdalena: Isn’t this just perfect? The music, the lighting, the mood. But more so than anything, it is just you and me. It should have always been just you and me. Not this wrestling world, not EXODUS, not the press, the magazines, the television coverage… Just you and me. What we have, it’s so simple yet so undeniable and no matter the distance between us it has always been there, it will always be there. No matter who ignores it, and no matter who throws obstacles in our way. It is just us... She leans forward, closing her eyes as she slowly moves in for a kiss, yet Strike pulls back. He raises his free hand in defence as he responds. Chris Strike: No. Mags, what is going on here? The stuff on social media is one thing but you...you beat me within an inch of my life two weeks ago and left me bloody and at Furor's mercy. Regardless of your feelings, you owe me an explanation for that...and for a whole lot more since you cursed my name months ago... Strike took a deep breath, bringing his hand now and now staring at Magdalena sternly. Chris Strike: Any second now, Mags... She turned away slightly, her face beginning turn a shade of red. Another tear appears, and as she begins to speak her voice wavers in the midst of sorrow. Lady Magdalena: I-I-I’m so, so, so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go so far. I was angry, I was heartbroken. I missed you so… so f(BLEEP)king much. A-and I needed to get your attention. Christum… He got me back into the country. My brother wouldn’t allow me to come back. Jonathan wouldn’t allow me to come back here. They thought… they t-thought that I would be a distraction for you. They thought you wouldn’t want to fight if I was near you, that you would give up this pointless war. But now my brother is out of the Sekigun, so he didn’t stop me coming back to your side, and Furor helped get me into EXODUS under Jonathan’s nose. I hope, I pray, I pray every day that you can forgive me. It’s all I ever want it this world. She then stands, slowly and purposely. She places the champagne flute down on the table, taking a quick, intoxicating sip of the cool bubbling fluid. At that moment, she unzips the back of her dress, letting it slip down her heavenly figure. Lady Magdalena: Does this go a ways of an apology? Strike’s eyes almost pop out of his head at the sight of Magdalena in an extremely skimpy and revealing set of red French lingerie, the very same set she posted on social media a few days ago. Oh yeah yeah
You smiled, you smiled
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
for you are mine... She gives him a little wink as she struts towards him, hovering over him with a slight lean, giving him a view to die for. Lady Magdalena: Anything to say? Oh, my dear… are you speechless? Do you like? Finally getting a grip of himself, Strike stands up to his feet, gradually turning his back to the enticing lady in red but holding up a finger as if this will only take a brief moment before he glances right at the camera lens, a look of annoyance flashing in him as they narrow. Chris Strike: ...Get out. The cameraman seems to stay in his position, almost frozen as it tries to veer to the right to catch more of the same view placed in front of him but as it attempts to do, the lens meets the entire right palm of the War Machine's hand while the left hand finds whatever else there is of the cameraman as Strike pushes him back and past the open locker room door before shoving him a few steps away, long enough for the cameras to catch Strike grabbing on to the door and slamming it shut on them. At Last And with that, we cut to ringside for our next match. NORMAL MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE VS. SALLY TALFOURDThe lights die down, the crowd of fans enveloped in a darkness pierced just by a spotlight shining onto the stage . 'Normal People' by Arcade Fire kicks in across the PA, and the crowd jumping up to their feet with the guitar rift. Despite their hatred for the wrestler that's about to come down, they still hangover the railings and stretch themselves just to get a better look. A pair of officials, trying to hide themselves in the darkness, rush up to the curtain to the back and hold it aside for the coming of 'The Last Magician'. Is anything as strange as a normal person?
Is anyone as cruel as a normal person?Then, on cue, into the spotlight steps the beautiful Sally Talfourd, much to the chagrin of the Exodus fans. The boos drown out the music for the moment, looking out to the fans with a tilted head and wide eyes. She runs her hand down the side of her face then points to the ring before she walks down, mumbling a few words to herself as she goes. I'm so confused, am I a normal person?
You know, I can't tell if I'm a normal person, it's true.At the edge of the ring, 'The Last Magician' rolls under the ropes then, on her knees, slowly lifts her head to stare out into the dark that still surrounds the crowd. She slowly reaches up for the rope, then pulls herself up slowly, this time the lights fading back in with her. Looking out at the crowd, this time with a pained look on her face, she climbs up the turnbuckle and lets out an ear-peircing yell. I've never really ever met a normal person (...like you)
How do you do? With a satisfied smile, and as her music fades out, Sally, slowly turns on the top rope and seats herself on the turnbuckle, waiting for her opponent as she occasionally mutters to herself, the occasional laugh and smile making it all the more disturbing. Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd has been nothing short of invincible since coming back to EXODUS. She narrowly lost to Kerry Windsor a few weeks back, but has otherwise been an unstoppable force since joining Gods and Monsters. Seth Ericson: Well she's got a huge challenge ahead of her now, because here comes Christian Kane! SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entrance way. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks. David Zinkus: And now making his way to the ring from Toronto, Ontario, Canada....CHRISTIAN KANE! With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp, acknowledging certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. Christian stares at the ring, a stoic, focused expression that eventually turns into a smirk as Kane makes his way up the steps, the crowd cheering for him all the while over his music. From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more. After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. Dick Morosi: Sin City is in love with Christian Kane! Seth Ericson: And he's loving them right on back tonight! Literally, I think I see him giving his hotel room number to a blonde in the second row. The bell sounds and Talfourd goes right for it, charging at Kane and hitting him with a Mongolian Chop. Kane stumbles, but does not fall. Talfourd grabs him by the arm and goes for an Irish Whip, but Kane puts the breaks on and lays into his opponent with a European Uppercut! Talfourd staggers back into the corner and Kane charges her with a back elbow. Talfourd shoves Kane down to the mat to avoid further abuse. Kane gets up immediately and is able to duck a right hand from Talfourd. As Talfourd turns, Kane catches her with a dropkick right under the chin that sends her falling backward to the mat. Kane quickly locks on a Half Boston Crab and wrenches back hard. Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd finds herself in trouble early in the match! Seth Ericson: You call that trouble? Talfourd is able to fight free and scrambles to her feet. Kane comes running at him, but Talfourd sidesteps and shoves him from behind - sending Kane over the top and out of the ring! Talfourd turns to receive a warning from referee the referee, and does not see that Kane has managed to hang on to the ropes and land safely on the apron. As she turns back, Kane drills him with a stiff palm strike to the head that sends her off balance and to the mat. Kane wastes no time, springboarding inside with a legdrop! He makes a quick cover. ONE! TWO! Talfourd kicks out! Kane pulls his opponent up to her feet and rocks her with a European Uppercut. He fires off another that nearly takes Talfourd off his feet. Kane charges into the ropes, coming back with a devastating European Uppercut! Talfourd falls flat on his back, but quickly gets to his feet. As he does, Kane is there to hook him and take him to the mat with a Vertical Suplex. Kane gets to his feet and looks to the crowd. As Talfourd begins to stand up, Kane catches her with the SSK! Talfourd falls backward, through the ropes, and down to the floor. The crowd goes crazy as Kane raises his arm. He steps back as the referee begins his count. ONE! TWO! THREE! A damaged Talfourd gets up to her feet. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Kane charges, sailing over the top rope with a Plancha! The crowd explodes as he finds his target and they crash down to the floor. A surprised referee stops his count and slides out of the ring to get control. Kane gets up and makes his way back to the ring. Talfourd is much slower to get up and takes her time returning. Talfourd climbs up onto the apron and Kane nails her with a right hand that further dazes Sally. Kane grabs his opponent and suplexes her back inside the ring! The referee scrambles to get inside. Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd got back into the ring the hard way! Seth Ericson: Just as good as any other, I suppose! Talfourd lays prone on the mat as Kane climbs up to the top. He points out into the crowd and the crowd cheers loudly as he jumps backward with a moonsault! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Kane looks up at the referee in frustration who only signals a two count as Kine slowly gets to his feet and walks to the corner, waiting for Sally to climb to her feet. Finally getting to a vertical base, Sally turns as Kane delievers another SSK but Sally ducks and pops Kane with a kick to the midsection...she goes for the Lasso, but Kane pushes her to the ropes for a rollup, but Sally rolls through and gets him, holding the tights! ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER: Sally TalfourdDick Morosi: Sally Talfourd steals it! It was so close, Kane looked ready to take the match, but she pulled a trick out of the bag! She may truly be The Last Magician! Seth Ericson: She's going to need all the momentum she can get, because now she's got Jonathan Collins in two weeks, if he's even a whole person after this. Dick Morosi: In the meantime, let's head backstage. We cut backstage and it's quiet. Too quiet. Cleon Gray's office was empty, a rare occurrence aside from the man himself sitting at his desk. No meetings, no secretaries, nothing. He simply sat at his desk, his fingertips on a few select keys of his keyboard, typing away nothing in particular. That is, until he heard a noise. It startled him briefly, his eyes looking up. He had full view of his office, yet the source of the noise was nowhere to be found. Cleon continued typing, chalking it up to a bad night's sleep the night before. Another sound. It was almost the sound of shackles, metallic even. He was sure he heard it this time, as were the people watching. Another single click, the sound of a locked door opening with a swing, pounding against the adjacent wall. Zack Lifer: There's a room where the light won't find you, holding hands while the walls come tumbling down... His words were methodical, said with a purpose as he stepped forward. His mouth was unseen, locked inside a pitch black mask with small vertical indentations on the forefront. His attire matched the persona, most of it white with the rest a dark shade of black to match the mask, his eyes cold and intimidating. This wasn't the Zack Lifer the people knew, no. This was someone else entirely, his piercing eyes locking onto his oppressor as the crowd stayed silent, transfixed by the development at hand. Zack Lifer: When they do, I'll be right behind you. His breathing was shallow, inhale than exhale. He clearly took Lasiewicz's words earlier to heart, finally letting loose his full potential for the good of EXODUS, a few cheers shining out from the rest. They knew what was going on. Zack Lifer: Is making that match a one on one competition supposed to scare me, Mr. Gray? Am I supposed to be shaking in my boots by now, begging and pleading for you to rid me of this NOOSE around my throat? Words slowed, grit in every syllable. It muffled his voice, causing chills to run down several backs. Zack Lifer: Well, I'm not scared. Not in the least. And we both know that recently, you lost quite a bit of power, didn't you? Huh?! Cleon remained speechless, watching as the man he targeted for so long stood across his desk with an assumed twisted grin across his face, as if he sought some twisted pleasure from all this, his head tilted to the side like a demented man possessed. Zack Lifer: See, I studied you. I studied your patterns, your schedule, your meetings on TV. I studied all of it, like a 'good student.' I took my notes diligently and I even did my homework. You know what I learned? Cleon remained silent, as did the audience. Zack Lifer: I learned you're predictable. I learned that when that clock strikes at just the right moment, when the circumstances align perfectly as they do today, you're always alone and powerless in this room, sitting in your cushy chair behind that desk of yours. No one to speak to you. No one to guard you. No one to get you your own juice box. It's pitiful. His arms spread out as if to gesture towards the whole room, the camera panning from side to side. Nothing. The New Iron Saint was clearly correct, his carefully crafted light armor-like clothing showing clearly as well. Zack Lifer; Look at you. You're not gonna do a thing, are you? Suits yourself, it really does. You're not fit for reality yet. You're not fit to free yourself from those egotistical delusions of grandeur, not intelligent enough to put your feet back to Earth no matter how many try to pull you back down. It's just not something you find capable. He began to pace the floor, back and forth across the office, his footsteps slamming down exactly where he stepped the time before it on his second lap. Those narrowed eyes of his continued to watch the man of interest behind the desk, by extension watching the camera. Those eyes were the only trace of humanity he held now in this uniform. Zack Lifer: This suit empowers me, Mr. Gray. It leads me to start a revolution for the fans, for Section B, the THIRD unspeakable side in this war! And when I look into your eyes? I don't see authority. I don't even see a man. All I see are shackles. All I see is someone holding back, someone stopping this entire roster from reaching their full potential. And that's just not what EXODUS needs. Not now, not ever. He scoffed, his voice still muffled behind the metal mouthpiece. Zack Lifer: What we need is to watch you FALL off the throne! What we need? It's for you to go back to whatever hole you crawled out, need to see you begging for mercy at the thought of your career ending as a consequence! Jonathan Collins or the board of directors are almost ready to pull the trigger and you're left with nothing to show for it! So when they refuse mercy, when you enter the unemployment line and Nicolas Gray takes your slot? The people will cheer. School will be over and summer? Summer will be everlasting... His head tilted once more, the crowd cheering for Lifer, even despite the change in demeanor. They could see he had EXODUS' best interest at heart, was actually willing to speak up and get things done to make things right. Some, of course, differed in opinion. Cleon Gray: And just who do you think you are to barge into my office? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire– Zack Lifer: You remember back when Nair ran things? The newly christened Archangel's sudden interruption clearly angered Mr. Gray. Zack Lifer: He tried to fire me, and you know what? I looked into the details of my current contract. As it turns out, you can't fire me. When Nicholas, your dear brother, brought me back into the company, he made sure to update the terms of employment. See, what that means is, I can only be fired for 'good cause.' So, if I abide by the conditions of the contract, if I stay on the right end of the law, then there's absolutely no way you or anyone else can terminate my contract! The crowd gasp, surprise on several faces at the intellect he just clearly showed. Cleon's face however? It was hard to read. He looked almost baffled, unsure what to say. Zack Lifer: You're powerless, Mr. Gray. How's it feel to know I have the upper hand? With that, Archangel laughed, his eyes still intense. It was a hardy laugh, a sinister laugh that caused fear to run down people's necks and jolt down their spine. His back turned, his legs walking him out that door now that the message was sent and the keeper of his shackles that kept him away from the World Championship was left to think about it. And on that, we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 12:34:26 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and we catch up with Darrin Stearns as he walks down the hallway. Still looking a little bruised from the incident with Christum Furor two weeks ago, he stops at the door he's approaching and knocks on it.
Darrin Stearns: Hey Christian? It's Darrin. You in there?
After a short pause the door opens to reveal Christian Kane in his ring gear. He smiles as he sees his friend and gestures for him to enter the locker room.
Christian Kane: Good to see you, D. How've you been?
Darrin Stearns: You know me, another day of wondering what the hell Daisuke has done with my wife. Other than that, I'm recovering.
Darrin shoots Kane a half smile before coming into the locker room and sitting down.
Darrin Stearns: Christian, thank you. You have been an amazing friend the past few months and I can't tell you enough how much I appreciate it. Just...listen. I haven't had a chance to tell Jon yet because he's coming apart at the seams with everything, but Chuck Matthews is no good. I've had a feeling since he followed Tiffani here, but I feel it even more. I don't like him, Christian. I have a bad feeling about him.
With one foot up on a bench in the locker room, Christian immediately stops tying up his boot as he hears his good friend voice his concerns. He takes a moment before responding.
Christian Kane: What if I told you I had that same feeling? Especially after last week. I don't know what his game is, but I don't like it.
Darrin Stearns: Well, it certainly makes me feel less paranoid. I just...I'm not saying he's the devil, but he's not hiding in plain sight. I can't put my finger on it yet, but this is a big damn game to him.
Kane nods as he takes a seat on the bench across from Stearns.
Christian Kane: I know redemption has been my thing since I've made my return, but right now it's revenge. And as much as I'd like to make Furor suffer for all that pain he inflicted on you two weeks ago...it's Strike's fight.
The Handsome Drifter takes a second to think, rubbing his chin for a while before pointing at Darrin.
Christian Kane: I'll go to Jon...and ask him for Matthews at Long Way Down. I know he's got a lot going on right now...but I'm sure he'd agree to that. Right?
Darrin takes a breath as he thinks, nodding.
Darrin Stearns: Yeah, definitely. I think he'd say yes. I know he's seen a change in you, I've talked to him. You're the guy he knew you could be. And, for the first time in a long time, I can say one thing about you I haven't been about to say about anyone but Jon...you're my friend.
Christian cracks a wry smile.
Christian Kane: I appreciate that. We'll get to the bottom of Matthews, and if I have to take him out for good at Long Way Down...I will.
Darrin Stearns: Thank you.
Darrin stands up for a moment before he sighs and looks at him.
Darrin Stearns: You know...we don't have to be defined by our past forever. Everyone's allowed to have a clean slate, even those of us with the biggest of regrets and mistakes.
Kane stares off into space, Darrin's words resonating with the Canadian before he turns to his friend and softly speaks.
Christian Kane: Some of us don't get to make that choice for ourselves.
Darrin Stearns: You're right.
Darrin nods as he goes towards the door, opening it before looking back at Kane.
Darrin Stearns: Some of us are lucky enough that the world decides. And when you go out there tonight, you'll know the world made their choice.
Christian's eyes leave Darrin's and look to the floor as he nods.
Darrin Stearns: Don't be surprised if you find yourself forgiven.
Darrin smiles as he shuts the door, leaving Kane to his devices as we cut back to Dick & Seth.
Dick Morosi: Darrin Stearns brings up a valid point to Christian Kane. The fans have welcomed him back without question since his return to EXODUS, and perhaps this is the Kane we've been waiting to see all along.
Seth Ericson: Let's hope Christian Kane has his head in the game, as he's got Sally Talfourd later tonight. For now, we got a good one coming up, don't we?
Dick Morosi: We sure do! It's the ever impressive Chuck Matthews meeting The War Machine himself, Chris Strike, and it's next!
NORMAL MATCH
CHRIS STRIKE VS. CHUCK MATTHEWS
The heavy bridge of "Brains" erupts through the speakers as spotlights race across the crowd. Chuck Matthews steps out onto the stage, looking around at the people in attendance. He smiles, taking in the reaction of the fans. Casually, Chuck begins his walk towards the ring. He moves calmly, but quickly, making no effort to interact with fans until he reaches the apron. At this point, he climbs up, leaning with his back against the ropes, looking out at the crowd. He winks, and steps between the ropes before climbing one of the corners. He raises his arms in his signature horns before hopping down. He rolls his wrists and neck, waiting for the match to begin.
Dick Morosi: Chuck Matthews has been a hard man to beat as of late. Not everyone has been able to decipher what he's about.
Seth Ericson: And then you have Zack Lifer, who has seemed to take a shine to him.
Dick Morosi: Well I hope Chuck is prepared for this guy...
The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water!
Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly, seas increase
And then fall again…
As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.
This world is spinning around me…
The whole world keeps spinning around me…
All life is future to past…
Every breath leaves me one less to my last!
David Zinkus: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Sao Paolo, Brazil and weighing in at 215 pounds...THE WAR MACHINE, CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!
Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring as the fans begin to sing along with the chorus.
Pull me under! Pull me under!
Pull me under I'm not afraid!
All that I feel is honor and spite,
All I can do is set it right!
Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…
Dick Morosi: Chris Strike is not looking happy tonight, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Would you be happy? Your ex is psychotic, your best friend has joined a cult, and you're itching to beat the crap out of the World Champion...and you're here...I'm sure Chris Strike is just peachy, Dick!
The bell rings and the two start circling the ring, locking up in the middle before Chris Strike starts hammering Chuck in the face with open handed punches. He backs Chuck up to the ropes before hammering him a couple of times with rolling kesagiri chops, all before spinning around and clotheslining him over the top rope. Quickly, Strike heads out of the ring and slams Matthews' head into the rail before starting to throw him towards the far end of the barricade, giving chase as hits Chuck with a huge knee to the back before tossing him back into the ring. Chris slides into the ring, but Chuck is already up and bounces off the ropes, hitting Strike with a dropkick to the face as soon as he gets close enough. Strike hits the mat before Chuck lifts him up and instantly hits a bridging German suplex for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Chuck shakes his head in frustration before picking up Strike, lifting him and bringing him back down quickly with a Russian leg sweep. Chuck maintains the high paced offense, hitting Strike with a huge knee drop before getting up and giving Strike repeated stomps around the body! Referee Brian Lowery pulls Chuck away from Strike, starting to back away before looking to come running back into the corner with a variation of the Hollywood Impact, ramming his shoulder into Strike's midsection. Strike stumbles out and gets hit quickly with a huge high impact enziguri, leaving him down for a moment.
Dick Morosi: Strike is in a bad position here!
Seth Ericson: But don't ever count him out!
Strike remains down as Chuck starts to back up and call for the Hollywood Impact, knowing he's got Chris in prime position. Chuck starts to dash, but Chris sidesteps it and Chuck bounces off the ropes for a rebound, ONLY TO GET HIT WITH A HUGE SHOTEI AFTER A HUGE KICK! Strike has regained the momentum, and he starts pounding his chest to pump himself up! Strike gets a good look at Chuck, quickly grabbing him and dropping him with Mjöllnir! Strike looks down at the fallen Matthews and takes a deep breath as he signals!
Dick Morosi: IT'S TIME!
Strike charges and leaps as Chuck stands up straight...NARAKUMI! He rolls over Matthews and it's academic!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
"Pull Me Under" starts again, and the crowd gives a loud cheer!
David Zinkus: Here is your winner....CHRIS STRIKE!
WINNER: Chris Strike
Seth Ericson: I gotta hand it to him, he did good out there! Chris Strike was quick and efficient tonight against Chuck Matthews.
Dick Morosi: What a victory! We'll be back right after this!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 12:32:24 GMT -6
The footage switches to backstage, a dark deserted corridor way away from the locker rooms and production area. The doors are splintered, the joints that held them rusting away, dust covers the broken and useless gambling machines that are pressed up against the tobacco stained walls almost at random. There is barely a sound, and no sign of life at all. All until there is a single sound, a flick, then a scratch and a solitary flame of light is seen. It is followed by the rolling of wheels, bumping up and down upon the uneven flooring. The flame dances too and fro in the light breeze from a broken window, light lashes of rain falling through and spilling to the ground below. And then, a voice. A harsh, unmistakable voice singing a melody. A voice that can only belong to one man. Andreas Lasiewicz: Welcome to your life. There’s no turning back… Even while we sleep… We will find you… His chair rolls into a clearer view, the flame used for lighting a crumpled and torn cigarette. His mess of hair is swept back, the bags under his eyes showing a lack of slumber. Andreas Lasiewicz: I know you are out there. My legs maybe useless, but my hearing has not deserted me. Not just yet anyway. Sneaking up on me isn’t going to work, though others… maybe a possibility. Show yourself... With that, a few solitary steps followed carefully, the sound of mere sneakers against the oak flooring underneath. His face hidden from the camera from a black sweatshirt hood over his cranium, it wasn’t until he turned his head to speak that the rest knew who was approaching the now crippled legend. Zack Lifer: And here I thought I could catch those signature Lassie showtunes in person. With that, his raggedy hood fell from its place and clung to his back, his hands tucked inside the pocket at his stomach. His eyes switched from his usual joy to a serious tone, his eyes narrowing and his head tilting as he looked around at his surroundings, taking it all in before his visage arrived back at Andreas himself, his voice piercing the air, a tone more gritty and harsher than usual. Zack Lifer: It’s a pretty unique venue you found yourself in, huh Lass? I was worried I got the wrong directions. Thought your memory was slipping. Andreas Lasiewicz: It is good that you have come, Zack. Come, sit. We have much to discuss. He motions with his right hand towards a round, wooden table. Upon it is a blue folder, one that seems ever so familiar. Andreas Lasiewicz: This is one of the many folders dished out by Collins during his overly long and pointless meetings. They are perfect examples of what he handed out to the Sekigun during the war with LEGION, the very same ones he is handing out now during the conflict with Gods and Monsters. Please, sit. Flick through it. I know you were never invited to such meetings. Have a read through, and learn of all the promises that he gave. Zack did just that, his head slumping down as he took a seat across from the man who offered. Fumbling through the folder, he skimmed nearly every page, reading quickly. Hope covered it all, promises that all would be well read throughout with some profiles on the Legionnaires themselves towards the end. He stopped at one select page that peaked his interest. Zack Lifer: ‘Zack Lifer.’ What do you know? A whole… Three pages devoted to me, another few about Zero… Do other people know about this? Andreas Lasiewicz: Only those who attended the meetings. Myself, Fiona, Lenton. A whole list of others. If you read on, you’ll find most are fabrications of his own design, used to fuel anger within the Sekigun. There are some true facts, of course, but twisted beyond belief. And of course, information on your wrestling style, your weaknesses… Not much on strengths though… He’s never thought very highly of you. Lasiewicz pauses, taking a deep toke on his cigarette. Andreas Lasiewicz: He always thought you were a lost cause. If you look at Zero’s pages, you’ll see him describe the man as ‘being an asset’ and that he would make a ‘worthy addition’ to the Sekigun if they managed to turn him. For you? Nothing of the sort. He wanted you eradicated from memory, destroyed from existence. Why do you think he laid out the path for the pair of us to collide, hmm? I was his personal instrument of destruction. I was the assassin of the group… And he wanted you dead. He took another pause, gathering his thoughts while fueling himself with nicotine, before throwing the cigarette away. Andreas Lasiewicz: The next page on you, however… is somewhat more disturbing. Please, read on. The New Iron Saint’s eyes widened, every word Andreas spoke hitting him hard. The idea that he was treated as a lost cause to be eliminated especially, the contrary thought that Zero was befitting of the top from Sekigun standards making his eyes narrow once more. The green eyed monster pierced his flesh, becoming him and overcoming his thought patterns, a rage overcoming him at the same time. He turned the page. Zack Lifer: He… Has information about Saylor, about Alanna… He paused, his finger used as a cursor as he read on, taking it all in word by word, letter by letter. Zack Lifer: ‘Isabella Kramer was’... He couldn’t read on, his head slumped down,his long bangs covering his bloodshot eyes. Breathing quickened, loud enough for the camera itself to pick up. Inhale, exhale, over and over for quite some time, the breeze from the open window tossing a few unimportant pieces of paper from the folder, letting them dance in the air and fall back to the dusty ground again. Andreas Lasiewicz: He force fed us information on your family. Whether he fabricated that information as well, only you will truly know. But he painted you as a monster, a demon that needed to be sent right back to hell. He even took measures that would put little Alanna into foster care upon the completion of ‘the mission’. Wouldn’t that make him look like a saint? Andreas pauses, seeing the obvious distress on Zack’s face. Andreas Lasiewicz: Jonathan Collins is as big a monster as Christum Furor is. The proof is within these very pages, Zack. He looked up at his former archenemy, his eyes reddened from the emotion that struck him harder than any punch could. His voice raised up, jagged and disturbed, It was a mixture of trying to hold back tears and anger bursting into flames in his heart. Zack Lifer: Why are you showing me this? Why now? Andreas Lasiewicz: Because you deserve the TRUTH! You, out of everyone has been doing more to actually save EXODUS than anybody else, and yet you have never been given the recognition, you’ve never been praised, you’ve never been thanked. YOU, out of all people having been fighting this war the RIGHT way. But you have been trying to win the favor of Jonathan, you have been wanting to join the Sekigun and fight this his way. But why should you? Why should you follow this heartless monster and be yet another victim of his self absorbed plan? Why should you… end up like me? Lasiewicz bows his head, thundering his fist onto the table and making it shake. Andreas Lasiewicz: He would see you crippled or worse. It is too late for me, I didn’t see it and I fell. But it is not too late for you. Jon will send the Sekigun off to war like General Custer. It will be an absolute slaughter, and all will perish. And then Gods and Monsters will self destruct once they finally hold EXODUS in their grasp. All will fall to ruin, all will turn to ash and crumble. There will be nothing left… But THAT is why I say there is three sides in this war. The first is the Sekigun, the fools that led to this ruin. The second is Gods and Monsters, the ones who will finalize this ruin… And then there is the third… He looks up at Lifer, his eyes burning a bright and defiant crimson. Andreas Lasiewicz: The side that will SURVIVE! The graves for the other two have already been dug, Zack. One by one their corpses tumble and fall into a bottomless pit directly into hell. Are you one of them? Or are you fighting for the side that fights for the living? Andreas glares at Lifer directly in the eyes now. Andreas Lasiewicz: There are steps that can be taken, taken before each side destroys everything you hold dear. Measures that you, not I, can take so that at least something, anything can come out of this mess with breath still in it’s lungs. EXODUS doesn’t need it’s director. It doesn’t need a God, it doesn’t need a monster. Nor does it need a Turk, a WEAPON… or even The Morning Star. What it needs now, more than ever before is a REAL saint to rise up before everything turns to ash. That saint lets his mind tinker with the idea, deep thought on all that Lasiewicz had said. He stared motionless at the man, all but his chest which kept on moving up and down. His eyes had cleared up, his heart slowed, and he simply nodded. Reaching into his sweatshirt pocket, he pulled something unseen by the camera, a shine of metal glaring out from the dark, deserted scenery. It was deep black despite the white glare, a strap hanging down from gravity. The New Iron Saint raised it to his lips, covering his mouth and tying it tight to hide the rest of his face aside from his intense eyes, fire in them nearly matching Lasiewicz’s. Zack Lifer: It needs an Archangel. He flashed his new mentor a look, his voice a bit muffled under the deadly sharp mask itself. He knew what he needed to do, another nod not unlike the last. With the same look in his eye, his dark brown hair disheveled greatly, he stood up from the chair and left the folder where it lied, making his way out of the room, humming a song quietly to himself. Zack Lifer: Acting on your best behavior, turn your back on mother nature. Everybody wants to rule the world… Andreas nods his head, a faint hint of a smile appearing on his grizzled and war torn features. He backs up his wheelchair, rolling it backwards and away from Lifer. He continues on until he has entered the shadows once more, and disappears from view. We then return to ringside for the next contest. TAG TEAM MATCH
JUSTIN BROOKS & DAISUKE IWAKUMA VS. ZACK LIFER & EVANGELISTADavid Zinkus: The following contest is a Tag Team Bout set for one fall. "TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." You were my conscience, so solid, now you're like water
And we started drowning, not like we'd sink any further
But I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom
But I'll get a new one and come back for the hope that you've stolen
I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world is ours David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks! I'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me
But I'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching.
Call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims
And they're getting stronger
I hear them calling.
(Calling, Calling)
I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world is ours A large chorus of cheers erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smile on his face as he places his hands on his waist. “Monster” by Paramore continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd with a large smile on his face. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is a mad dog on the loose. Even Cleon can’t control him. Seth Ericson: And he’s looking to take a huge bite out of Evangelista and Zack Lifer tonight. Dick Morosi: Hopefully he just bites the bullet. Seth Ericson: Oh you just think you’re so clever don’t you, Dick. 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. In that dream, I recall
pieces of prisons
I'm escaping
In the next big religion
I do the cross thing
The cross thing... Stepping out from the back, flanked by Audrey Lloris and the rest of HATE, 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 his partner, from Kôtô, Tokyo he is The Perfect Evil! Daisuke! IWAKUMA! Whichever way the wind blows
Your mind in time I'm nine
Our lives unwind
We find the wine red or white
Like the days fade away
A cloud of smoke blurred eyes
You're always brighter in the daytime
You fight it after midnight... Iwakuma slowly follows Audrey up the ring steps, who walks to the apron and holds the ropes to let him in. After all that, he drops to his knees and holds his hands in a praying position before nodding as he stands back up and climbs to one turnbuckle, outstretching his arms as if he was seeking strength from the heavens above. Stepping down and having Audrey remove his jacket, he smirks as he looks out, waiting for the match to begin. Dick Morosi: Daisuke is the demon of EXODUS Wrestling, but there’s many people who have lined up to slay him. Wulf Erikssen, Angela Jameson are just a few names that immediately come to mind. Seth Ericson: Yeah those two, the guy selling hotdogs in the stands, a few kids in the front row and about everyone watching at home. Multicoloured spotlights swirl around the entranceway as the martial-sounding intro to Glass Candy's "Candy Castle" comes across the PA. As the beat kicks in Laurel Anne Hardy bursts through the curtain, cavorting energetically and twisting a feather boa around like a dancing partner. A moment later Evangelista walks through and stands beside Laurel who is in street clothes, placing her hands on her hips as she surveys the arena with a smile. David Zinkus: And their opponents. Being accompanied to the ring by Laurel Anne Hardy she stands at five feet one inches, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty-three pounds.. representing The Asylum! She is "The Prodigal Daughter" Evangelista! The two young women share a good luck hug, then start down the aisle and head in opposite directions when they reach the bottom - Evangelista focused on the task ahead and absently tagging a few outstretched hands, Hardy dancing back and forth and interacting with the fans much more with hugs, high fives and handshakes. After completing a circuit of the ringside area their theme dies down as they stand outside the ring, looking in at two of the men tormenting EXODUS. Dick Morosi: Dragon’s Unleashed have fully committed to joining the Sekigun in their efforts to stop these factions terrorizing EXODUS. Gods & Monsters is their Main target, but they’ve also got their eyes set on HATE. Seth Ericson: More importantly, they’re the only people in the company willing to befriend this man. A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Heroic hues floated over the entryway, the ramp and of course the audience, audible cheers as they hear the words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!As the lights of gold and white beam down against the crowd, searching up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they notice a familiar silhouette. A pop from the fans resurfacing, signs of various positive remarks stretching across the ocean of 'Lifer Addicts' as well as a few anomaly signs that don't fit in with the others. Adorn in a white sweatshirt with his signature demented smiley face logo on the back, he makes his way down the stairs, high fiving a couple people on his way down. David Zinkus: And her partner, from Newark, New Jersey standing at five foot eleven inches tall and weighing in tonight at two hundred and two pounds. He is the New Iron Saint! Zack! LIFER! Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before Lifer hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could only be considered impressive, a hint of confidence in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more towards the steel steps. He’s met by Dragon’s Unleashed, the group sharing hugs and exchanges of pleasantries before they get focused on the task at hand. Evangelista slides into the ring whilst Lifer climbs the steel stairs. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder as he climbs the turnbuckle, a triumphant fist rising as high as he could, a laugh exiting his lips as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage, the location of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on as it screeched loudly as it cut across the arena air, another pop from the crowd. Don't you care to see the difference I've made?The camera zoomed out from the scene of Zack's arm raised with the firework shooting by swiftly in the background and watches as he gets on the outside apron again. He quickly hops the top rope effortlessly in one movement, his eyes searching the excited crowd as a smirk crosses his face. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he and Evangelista talk strategy in the corner. Dick Morosi: Lifer has made his intentions clear recently. He’s not apart of the Sekigun. He’s not listening to Jonathan, Chris Strike or anyone else. He has his own method and plan for dealing with Gods & Monsters, and he plans on dishing out his brand of justice. Seth Ericson: Whatever that brand is, it probably involves Pokemon and a bunch of other childish nonsense. Dick Morosi: I doubt it, Seth. The New Iron Saint has developed a severe mean streak. This rivalry with Justin Brooks and his discrepancy with Cleon Gray has brought out a side of him we haven’t seen before, and it’s a side that’s trouble for these groups that have ravaged EXODUS. Seth Ericson: The question is, will it be a side that puts down The Perfect Evil, and the Big Bad Brooks? It looks like Daisuke and Evangelista are going to start things off. That’s the bell, and we’re underway.
*DING! DING! DING!The bell sounds starting the match off with Iwakuma and Evangelista. They slowly move around one another, Daisuke looking to get a collar and elbow tie up, lunging forward only to be pulled down with an Arm Drag from the quick and elusive Featherweight. Both competitors scramble back to a vertical base, with The Perfect Evil charging forward only to receive another lightning quick Arm Drag (registering an 8 on the Ricky Steamboat scale). For a third time they vie for position, reaching a stand at about the same time, only now Iwakuma is the one to strike with a kick to his foe’s midsection. The former leader of LEGION, now the puppet master of the faction known as HATE, begins to unload on his adversary with a pair of punches. After doubling Evangelista over with a knee to the midsection, Daisuke applies a textbook headlock, encircling his foe’s head tightly as he begins to apply tremendous pressure. Evangelista maintains her composure, then burrows her elbow into Iwakuma’s breadbasket until he is forced to relinquish his hold - taking advantage of her freedom, she goes for an Irish Whip, but Iwakuma counters with one of his own. Evangelista rebounds and dodges a Clothesline attempt, the hits the ring cables for a second time before flying in with a Hurricanrana, leaping onto Daisuke’s shoulders before sweeping him off his feet and driving im into the canvas. She follows that up with a Standing Senton Splash, quickly covering him as Dan Arnouil counts. Dick Morosi: Hot start from Evangelista, taking it right to Iwakuma. Seth Ericson: She’s a former Tag Team Champion. Not only is she motivated to recapture the gold, she’s extra revved up to help Zack and the Sekigun against two of their nemesis. ”ONE!” Iwakuma quickly gets a shoulder up as Evangelista grabs his arm and uses it to drag him to his feet. The former Tag Team Champion applies an arm wringer, then lights up Daisuke’s chest with stiff shoot kicks before backing him into the corner. Evangelista backpedals into the center of the ring, then charges in at him, but Daisuke captures her, then slams her into the turnbuckles with an Exploder Suplex. The Perfect Evil slowly climbs to his feet, sneering down at his adversary who writhes in pain on the canvas, visibly shaken up by the vicious maneuver. Showing absolutely no remorse in regards to her suffering, Daisuke proceeds to stomp away at her carcass, laying into her with boot after boot. Finished with his assault, Iwakuma drags her to a stand and pushes her into the corner before lifting his boot up and pressing it into throat with a blatant choke. Dan rebukes Daisuke, and The Perfect Evil ignores the scolding referee causing a five-count to be started against him. At four Iwakuma breaks the hold, allowing Evangelista to stagger out of the corner right into a STIFF Lariat takedown. Daisuke quickly drops down to cover her. ”ONE!” “TWO! -KICKOUT!” Seth Ericson: The Perfect Evi is pressing the issue, Dick. He takes pleasure in what he does, and what he does ain’t pretty. Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma is a plague, Seth. And he’s got his swarm of locusts standing around the ring ready to get involved at a moment’s notice. Iwakuma slaps Evangelista around the head a couple times, getting booed for his actions before he proceeds to grab a handful of hair and pulls her to a stand. Despite Arnouil’s protesting Daisuke drags her into his corner, tagging in The Beast From The Bay, Justin Brooks. Justin corners her like a wounded animal, then drives the air out of her lungs with a hard shoulder thrust. And a second. And a third, practically driving Evangelista through the turnbuckles as his shoulder blade cuts through her solarplexus with ease. JB drags Evangelista out of the corner, embracing her in his massive tree trunk arms before tossing her overhead with a brilliant Belly to Belly Suplex. Cleon’s right hand rolls onto his front and performs a series of push-ups to massive heat whilst his adversary writhes on the canvas, the wind knocked out of her. Finished posturing, Brooks climbs back to a stand, getting a handful of hair to pull her to a vertical base before lifting her up into the air with a Military Press. Brooks holds her in the air for a few seconds, pressing her several times before dropping her, watching as she freefalls to the canvas with a thud. Brooks smiles cockily as he turns toward Lifer, mouthing off at the New Iron Saint who is itching to get a piece of him. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is a monster, Seth. He’s toying with Evagenlista, and he’s mocking Zack Lifer in the process. Seth Ericson: Zack is dying to get in there, Dick. He senses that his partner’s in dire straights. She needs to make a tag soon before she becomes a slayed dragon, no pun intended. Dick Morosi: I think you intended for that pun, Seth. Seth Ericson: Okay, you got me. Evangelista crawls toward the ropes, trying to pick herself up but Brooks doesn’t allow her to. He quickly steps on her face and holds the ropes for leverage, smiling sadistically as Dan Arnouil starts a five count. Brooks relents at four, dismissing the referee who is just about red in the face as he chews his ear off for his behavior. Justin nudges Evangelista with his foot, shoving her under the bottom rope and out of the ring before turning to Dan and giving him a piece of his mind. On the outside, the members of HATE proceed to late the boots to Evangelista, drawing the scorn of both Lifer and Laurel who try to get the ref’s attention, but to no avail. Once HATE has finished their dirty work, Brooks peels himself from the ref and exits the ring. He drags Evangelista to a stand and drives her back first into the ring apron before tossing her back inside the ring. Upon sliding in himself, the Big Bad Brooks goes for the cover. ”ONE!” “TWO! -KICKOUT!” Brooks quickly tags in Daisuke, who takes his time in getting into the ring. The Perfect Evil saunters toward his battered foe, snickering to himself as Evangelista sticks a hand out in the direction of her corner, desperately needing to make the tag to Lifer. Daisuke sits her up, then kicks her in the upper back with a soccer kick, watching as her entire body convulses from the impact. From there he drops down to apply a Chinlock, cinching the hold in tightly as he attempts wear Evangelista down even further. Looking to help rally his friend to a stand, Zack begins clapping frantically, causing the audience to join in as the entire arena begins to make noise. Feeding off of the crowd’s support, the former EXPRO World Tag Champ battles up to a stand, beginning to drive elbows into Iwakuma’s breadbasket. However, just as she breaks free and turns to make a run for the ropes The Perfect Evil gets a handful of her hair and uses it to slam her down to the canvas. Dan Arnouil immediately screams at Iwakuma - as if that will do anything, the mastermind of the HATE faction merely laughs in the official’s face. Meanwhile, Evangelista slowly pulls herself up in the corner. Shoving Arnouil aside, Daisuke charges in with a corner Spear, viciously plunging his shoulder blade into his opponent’s midsection. From there he drags her away from the corner, looking to set her up for the Nothern Light’s Suplex - only she blocks. Iwakuma tries to lift her up again, but once again she prevents him. The third time he’s able to lift her into the air, only she swings back down to drive him face first into the canvas with a DDT to loud cheers. Dick Morosi: What a counter from Evangelista. That could be the opening she needs to make the tag to Zack Lifer who is raring to go, Seth. Seth Ericson: The New Iron Saint has watched his partner take a lot of punishment. He’s looking to make the heroes save now. Both competitors attempt to make the tag - but Daisuke having taken considerably less punishment than Evangelista is able to get to his corner first. The Big Bad Brooks immediately scrambles into the ring, making a beeline toward his opponent who is inches away from tagging in The New Iron Saint. Just as Evangelista’s hand protrudes toward Lifer, JB gets a hold of her foot and drags her back into the center of the ring. Showing her tenacity, the Featherweight pushes herself up off the canvas til’ she’s standing on one foot. Upon hopping on said foot for a few moments she turns around to blast Brooks in the side of the head with a sick Enziguri, sending him flopping to the canvas. With every ounce of strength she has left Evangelista dives at her corner, slapping Lifer’s hand to a resounding chorus of cheers from the Nevada faithful. Seth Ericson: She made the tag! Lifer’s in and he’s ready to explode! Zack can’t get into the ring fast enough, as he charges right at Brooks who scrambles to his feet. Justin goes for a Clothesline, and Lifer ducks before charging right at Daisuke and knocking him off the apron with a forearm. The New Jerseyan then makes a dash for Brooks, quickly leaping up to take him down with a Lou Thesz Press before unloading on his hated arch-nemesis with a combination or rights and lefts. Those punches turn into headbutts, and those headbutts become forearms and elbows as Lifer throws everything but the kitchen sink at Brooks who throws up a weak guard in a desperate attempt to prevent himself from sustaining further damage. Zack finally climbs off of JB, swinging his arms wildly like a madman as he begins to get fired up. Before he can continue his assault, all members of HATE get into the ring and make a charge at Lifer. However, Zack quickly dispels of each and every assailant, tossing them over the ropes and sending them crashing to the floor in the most unceremonious of fashions. As they attempt to regroup on the outside, Evangelista walks along the apron. She feits an Asai Moonsault, outstretching her legs as Laurel slides into the ring and runs toward her. Hardy dives through the tunnel, flying into HATE with a Suicide Dive that leaves the crowd going nuts. Waiting for the coast ot clear, Evangelista finally leaps back with the Moonsault taking out everyone in sight. Dick Morosi: This match has descended into chaos, Seth! Dan Arnouil has lost complete control of this thing and the crowd is loving it. Seth Ericson: HATE and Dragon’s Unleashed are tearing into each other on the outside, meanwhile Lifer and Brooks ripping each other a new one inside! This is epic! Meanwhile inside the squared circle, Zack bounces off the ropes to take Brooks down with a Clothesline. JB quickly scrambles to his feet, only to be taken down for a second time as Lifer nearly beheads him. Justin hasn’t learned his lesson though, as he stumbles to a vertical base for a third consecutive time, albeit much slower and groggier. Seeing this, Zack comes charging with a leaping Dropkick, driving his boots into Brooks’ sternum to send him flying into the turnbuckle with a thud. Scrambling to his feet, Lifer rushes the corner before diving in with a Corner Splash, compressing JB between the turnbuckle and his own frame, knocking the wind right out of the Georgian’s lungs. Brooks walks out of the corner, then simply falls forward flat on his face whilst Lifer pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle. Once he’s perched there he sneers down at his hated foe, waiting and pleading for the Big Bad Brooks to recuperate. Once JB does so and is on his feet, Lifer leaps off to take him down with a Diving Bulldog, planting Justin face first into the canvas. The New Iron Saint immediately rolls him over onto his back and performs the lateral press for the pin. ”ONE!” “TWO! -KICKOUT!” Seth Ericson: Zack is all over Brooks right now like African American protesters on white people after a race crime. Dick Morosi: Really, Seth? Are you that insensitive? Seth Ericson: Maybe, but I can tell you one thing, Mr. Luther King wouldn’t have had a problem with the beating Lifer’s giving JB right now. Dick Morosi: That might have been part of the dream. Lifer is immediately back on his feet. He drags Justin to a stand and begins to light him up with forearm shot after forearm shot, sending him backpedaling into the corner. Lifter then proceeds to light him up with knife-edge chop after knife-edge chop, leaving Justin wincing in pain as he flesh is literally being ripped off his chest courtesy of Zack’s massive hand. The New Iron Saint takes a hold of Brooks’ arm, attempting to drag him out of the corner only to have Justin counter with an Irish Whip of his own sending Lifer into the diagonal turnbuckle. JB rushes in at him, only to receive boots to the fate that send him stumbling back. Looking to regain the momentum, Lifer charges forward, only to be captured, scooped into the air, then slammed down into the canvas with a crushing, authoritative Spinebuster. The Big Bad Brooks immediately hooks Lifer’s leg for the count. ”ONE!” “TWO! -KICKOUT!” The Big Bad Brooks returns to his feet, taking a deep breath as he drags Lifer to a stand. Justin slowly scoops Zack up onto his shoulders for the Hook N’ Ladder, but The New Iron Saint knows what’s afoot and squirms free. Slipping behind JB, Lifer shoves him forward, launching Brooks who flies shoulder first into the steel post with a loud thud. The Georgian groans from the collision of bone and steel, and slowly staggers back with a grimace plastered on his face - only to turn right into a front facelock from the New Jerseyan who lifts him into the air in a Vertical Suplex position before dropping him with a sick Twisting Brainbuster. Seth Ericson: Fraudian Slip! He just dropped Brooks right on his head, Dick. Dick Morosi: These two know each other so well that Lifer was able to counter Justin’s big move with a big move of his own. With Justin appearing to be on his last legs it is at this moment that Lifer scrambles to his feet and takes a few steps back away from his opponent. Justin gradually lifts up to a seated position, struggling to get on his feet whilst he remains disoriented from being dropped on his cranium moments ago. With a maddened look on his face, Lifer looks out to the audience, then turns around and charges. Merely inches away from Brooks, the New Jerseyan throws a knee up, smashing it right into Justin’s face and knocking him flat on his back. Dick Morosi: FORCED SUICIDE! The momentum causes Lifer to run to the other side of the ring, but his new found energy continues to flow through him. Looking back over his shoulder, he glances at JB who convulses his body up off the canvas - likely not by his own accord but perhaps as a consequence from having his skull smashed in by two consecutive maneuvers. Visibly out of it, with glazed eyes and a mouth nearly agape, Brooks creeks up onto his knee. In response, the New Iron Saint winds up his arm before spinning around. Without a moment’s hesitation Zack lunges in for the Dead Air - only for Brooks to suddenly come to life and exploit his momentum to lift him up onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry before spiking him into the canvas with a Thunder Driver. Seth Ericson: HOOK N’ LADDER! Justin quickly hooks both legs, as Dan Arnouil drops down to make the count. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!” "Monster" by Paramore hits the P.A system as Brooks slowly climbs to his feet, shaking his head to shake the cobwebs before hoisting his arm into the air, grinning to a massive smattering of boos. Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks said he was going to leave Zack Lifer laying lifeless in the ring, Dick. He took a lot of punishment, but in the end he did the thing he said he was going to do. Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer made one mistake and it costed him. However, I doubt this is the end of their rivalry. I have a feeling life is going to get worse for both competitors before it gets better. Seth Ericson: Meanwhile, I've got a feeling that something important is happening backstage. It looks like the Tomboy Tennessean, Abby Park is on the move. Dick Morosi: Indeed, let's head back. WINNER: JUSTIN BROOKS & DAISUKE IWAKUMAThe feed shoots backstage. Abby Park suddenly walks into camera view, the Tomboy Tennessean marches through the halls until she comes up on a locker room with a huge star and the name “Cannon” plastered across it. It looks like Park is finally going to get some words in with her former tag team partner and friend, but there’s someone stopping her from busting through the doors. Abby Park: Excuse me, there’s someone in there that I need to talk to. Abby tries to brush past but the bald headed figure prevents her from doing so. From the looks of it, the man appears to be Johnny Cannon’s personal trainer, Bill White. Bill White: I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go in there. Mr. EXODUS is getting ready for his International Championship match against Lexy Chapel later on this evening. He’s not to be disturbed at this time as he’s deep in an old Indian meditation ritual. Abby furrows her brow in confusion, very much appalled. Abby Park: Meditation? Oh for the love of… who are you again? Bill White: Oh you don’t know? I’ve been on the cover of Men’s Fitness numerous times. I have my own brand of Whey Protein called “BroTein: The Stuff For Bros”. I’m world class fitness instructor and personal trainer, Bill White. You look like you can get a little more fit yourself there baby. I’m available for private workouts. You just let me know when and where. First time’s free of charge. Park scoffs at the idea, rolling up the sleeves of her “Seoul Train” baseball tee. Abby Park: How about I give you three seconds to get out of my way, and after that I’m going to knock you through the door? Bill White: You know what, I'll call him and see if he can take a break. Abby folds her arms whilst White pulls out his cell, quickly dialing a number. It rings for a moment, and someone picks up on the other end which prompts Bill to talk into his bluetooth headset. Bill White: Hey Johnny, there’s someone out here who says she has something important to tell you uh, what’s your name again? Getting somewhat frustrated now, Park shakes her head. Abby Park: An old friend with a bone to pick with him. Bill White: Did you get that, bro… I see, bro… That’s what I told her, bro… yeah she’s kinda not going away, bro… well what do you want me to do, bro… I know bro, but… bro… BRO… look she’s starting to get a little pissed, bro…you really want me to tell her that, bro… okay got it, bro… anytime. Abby just about face palms herself, realizing she’s being given the runaround. Abby Park: So what’s the hold up now? Bill White: Just a second. The door suddenly opens, but much to Park’s chagrin Mr. EXODUS isn’t the one stepping out to greet her. His advocate, legal adviser and manager, Quinton Goodrich emerges influencing an eye roll from the Tomboy Tennessean. Quinton Goodrich: Ah, Abigail, I offer my sincerest apologies. It’s been a long time since we’ve had the opportunity to converse, as always it is my pleasure to meet your acquaintance. The three-piece Armani suited Brit extends a hand out to Park, but the gesture is not reciprocated. After being left hanging, Goodrich clears his throat. Quinton Goodrich: I know you’ve got a lot of things on your mind, Ms. Park and I understand that. If you’d like to schedule a sit-down with my client, I can check my schedule and see what time you can be penciled, though I must be honest and clear - we’ve been rather busy here at Team Cannon with training in preparation for our opportunity to become International Champion for an unprecedented third time, throw in our efforts to secure certain perks that we feel we’ve earned and our contractual disputes with managements as you’ve seen on our various social media outlets… it’s been a very hectic month. Goodrich pulls out his cellular, beginning to scroll through it, not even paying attention to Abby who is beginning to hiss in frustration. Quinton Goodrich: Perhaps the 19th, no… he’s got a brunch with Stewart Gadlin back in San Diego and a few promotional shoots… he’s booked solid all day on the 20th, maybe the 21st… yeah that won’t work either he’ll be making various appearances at his charity events, most notably the “Cannon Makes A Star Foundation” where he teaches various high school kids about the film industry, and picks a few lucky impoverished youths for his scholarships, we here at Team Cannon like to give back to the community. Our philanthropic endeavors are very important to us. 22nd through the 25th we’ll be on the road to where the next EXODUS show is being held… can’t punch you in on that Tuesday because that’s his R&R day. Wednesday and Thursday are a no go because those are training days… Friday is another R&R day… Saturday and Sunday are usually when we shoot promotional videos and shoot interviews for the upcoming shows… Sunday is a light training and mediation day...and of course next Monday is EXPRO 22. Yeah, I don’t think I can fit you in right now Abigail- Having heard enough, Abby grabs Quinton by the tie, pulling him forward. Abby Park: Since he’s soooo busy, perhaps you can just send him a message for me? Park tightens the knot on the tie, sliding it up closer to Goodrich’s throat, Quinton nodding whilst she holds him hostage. Abby Park: You tell my old pal Johnny that we’re going to have our little conversation sooner or later, but we won’t be talking so much as I’ll be releasing my pent up anger and frustration. He booked him a ticket on the train, and I’m going to make sure that he catches it. So until then, he might wanna watch his back. Did you get all that, Q? His face now red, Goodrich shakes his head frantically. Abby Park: Good, glad we got that sorted out. I’ll be on my way now, I want to make sure I get a good seat for Lexy’s title match. Park frees Goodrich, brushing off his shoulder and tidying up his suit. With a wide smile on her face the Tomboy Tennessean marches off, leaving Goodrich reeling and us heading to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 12:29:51 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and we find Jonathan Collins sitting in his office. For the first time in a long time, Jonathan has sequestered himself away from the world. In his gear, a towel already over his head, the Director of EXODUS remains quiet, taking a deep breath and just thinking about things as the door knocks and then it swings open, only to see someone there that was partially expected, part not.
That person is Sally Talfourd.
Sally Talfourd: Well isn’t this a sad sight.
Jonathan doesn’t respond, just sitting there in quiet thought.
Sally Talfourd: The weight of the world on his shoulders … not a friend in the world to share it all with … and having to go out and face your supposed wife in a match … tsk tsk tsk.
He still doesn’t respond, just remaining quiet and cool.
Sally moves closer to Jon, near enough so that she could rest a hand on the top of his head if she wanted to. Her voice lowers to a whisper.
Sally Talfourd: Don’t worry, Jon; I’m here. I can help you. Look at how everyone else has abandoned you. And yet … look who comes to you in your most desperate moment. Just like last time, isn’t it? When you needed someone. Someone to listen. Someone to help someone to …
Sally trails off for a moment. Jon is still unstirred.
Sally Talfourd: I’m here, Jon. And we can make it all better. I can make it better for you. Don’t you remember how you felt when we were side-by-side? Remember how unstoppable you and me and Andreas were? There wasn’t anything in the world that could stop us. Do you remember it? Remember how it felt when you worked with me? We can do that again, Jon.
Sally crouches alongside Jon now. The towel covers his face from her, but she still speaks with an earnest longing.
Sally Talfourd: Look around, Jon. There’s only me now. Only you and me here. There’s no one else, no one else has come to help you. I was the first to come when you needed me last year. Do you remember that call? What I said? I said I’d do anything to help you. That I was someone who would never back away when you needed me. And look now … when you needed someone … I came. I don’t lie, Jon. You know that. You didn’t even need to call this time. Where’s Fiona? Oh … that’s right. She’s about to fight you. She’s about to try and embarrass you, Jon. She’s finally lost the plot.
She gets in closer, her voice a whisper now.
Sally Talfourd: This has been her plan, Jon. All along, this has been her plan. Divide and conquer. She pushed us all away from you. Andreas … me … look at your proteges. Look at how - one-by-one - she has removed us from your life. She wants it all, Jon. She wants to take it all from you. EXODUS. Your career. Your daughter … she wants it all. And tonight, she’s making her first play Jon.
Sally stops, waiting for a reaction that never comes. Disappointed, she stands up and flicks her hair back behind her shoulders. One last try.
Sally Talfourd: If you can’t see it now, you’ll surely see it by the end of the night. If you don’t listen to me again … I can live with that. Eventually you’ll see the light. You’ll come around and you’ll see the truth. The same truth that Gods and Monsters have been revealing every week. I’m not a vengeful, vindictive, resentful person. I’m not like your wife, Jon. You realize that now, don’t you? You realize the mistake you made when you chose her, right? But I’m not vengeful. I’m not vindictive. I’m not resentful. I am loving, Jon. Caring. I’m everything you need right now and forever. But most of all … I’m forgiving. I forgive people, Jon. Unlike her, I can forgive you for your mistake. For what happened. We can go back to how it was meant to be. We’ll be okay ...
At this point, Jonathan looks up at her, all before standing up and looking at her in the eyes.
Jonathan Collins: You’re right, Sally. When this is over, we’ll be okay. Because in two weeks, I’m going to be closer to you than ever.
Sally smiles as he looks at him, almost smirking as she looks with a raised eyebrow.
Jonathan Collins: Because I’ll be seeing you in the ring. Two weeks, you and me with everyone banned from ringside. See you soon, Sally.
Jonathan hands her the towel, walking away as he chuckles, all before starting to sing to himself.
Jonathan Collins: Won’t you follow me into the jungle? Ain’t no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle...
He starts to laugh a little as we cut back to Dick and Seth.
Dick Morosi: Jonathan Collins with a shocking announcement!
Seth Ericson: Jonathan's walking alone right now, and it's safe to say that that even if he's an island, he's not afraid to walk alone.
Dick Morosi: We've known him for a decade, and he's always been a proud man. And speaking of pride, Kliff Ulysses has a hell of a battle of it next against Deron Franklin! Let's hit the ring!
NORMAL MATCH
DERON FRANKLIN VS. KLIFF ULYSSES
That whiny guitar scratch echoes in. Winding and cutting until slowly it gave way to a rhythm. As the guitar picked up the drums begin to pound out, giving pulse to the arena. All you can see is the silhouette as he steps out onto the stage, and a bright white light blares out from behind him showing his shape and casting a large shadow toward the ring. He raises his arms up and begins to clap in time to the beat, instructing others to do so obediently. The spotlight slowly shines on Kliff Ulysses proudly wearing his "Kliff Ulysses! Run Like Hell 2014" as he begins making his way down the aisle.
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run...
He bounds down the aisle, touching hands intermittently with the crowd as he makes his way to the ringside area to circle the ring.
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
As the cockleshell shatters
AND THE HAMMERS BATTER DOWN YOUR DOOR!
YOU BETTER RUN!
He circles around the ring, making his way to the front steps and climbing up onto the apron where he paces to the center of and stands for a moment before climbing inside the ring and begins testing the ropes and then going toward the turnbuckle.
David Zinkus: Making his way into the ring, weighing two-hundred twenty five pounds. From St. Paul, Minnesota! The Ultimate Entertainer! Kliff Ulysses!
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run...
He climbs the turnbuckle, pulling off his shirt and throwing it into the crowd before jumping back off, grabbing the top rope and following it along to the next corner and rolling his back against the padding to test it before rebounding off the other side and following the ropes to his corner where he paces back and forth anxiously in anticipation.
Dick Morosi: Kliff Ulysses, ready for a match against a man who has impressed...well, he’s impressed you, Seth, that’s for sure!
Seth Ericson: You’re damn right he has; Deron Franklin’s called his shot, and it’s happening here tonight against Kliff Ulysses!
“Gasoline Dreams” starts...but after a few moments, it’s clear that nobody is coming out. The fans begin booing, as Kliff looks on, confused.
Dick Morosi: Where...where is Deron Franklin, Seth?
Seth Ericson: Do I look like I should know!? Come on, Dick, I like him but I’m not his keeper.
Finally, the EXOScreen cuts to a video of The Derontourage’s spokesman, Brent Maxwell. He’s clearly not in any room that would be backstage at the Hard Rock. Furthermore, he looks to not even be in Las Vegas, and it’s not even live; the sun is shining in through the window behind him!
Brent Maxwell: Mr. Ulysses! Listen, listen...Deron Franklin would love to be beating your face in right now. Myself and the rest of The Derontourage would love to be there, cheering him on harmlessly-
Dick Morosi: Yeah right!
Brent Maxwell: But that just wasn’t possible tonight. See, Deron Franklin has an extremely lucrative EXODUS contract, thanks to our generous liaison with the company, Mr. Jimmy Riley. Deron only has to wrestle a minimum of twice between iPPVs, and wouldn’t you know it?
The camera cuts back to Kliff, who has an incensed look on his face. He even mouths the words, “We’re supposed to have a match!”
Brent Maxwell: Before I could get everything buttoned up on our match with you, Kliff, I received word that Deron is already booked to compete in two weeks’ time. He simply couldn’t risk injury by stepping into the ring with you just yet. But I’ll tell you what; two weeks after that, if you’re so inclined, I do currently have an open date in Deron’s schedule that I’ll hold...just for you!
The crowd is now into a full-blown booing for Maxwell and the absent Deron.
Brent Maxwell: So I’ll leave you to consider that option, Mr. Ulysses. In the meantime, when you’re seeing this? Deron, myself, and the rest of The Derontourage will be taking in a lovely evening here in Dallas. Have a great evening, Mr. Ulysses.
The final shot of that video is of Maxwell’s “shit-eating grin” before the camera cuts back to Kliff.
Seth Ericson: That’s smart! That’s a smart move, Dick, he can’t risk injury with a match coming up that he’s obligated to take!
Dick Morosi: If you ask me, he’s a coward, Deron Franklin is afraid of Kliff Ulysses and this just proves it!
Seth Ericson: Well NOBODY ASKED YOU, Dick!
Dick Morosi: ...Let’s head backstage.
WINNER: NO CONTEST
The camera cuts backstage where we see Fiona Collins standing in a locker room. The Strong Style Seraph is pacing back and forth, dealing with the menagerie of thought circulating around her mind - all in regards to her match with her husband, the “Saint of Violence”, Jonathan Collins later in the show. The room door suddenly and slowly creaks open, entering a figure that immediately garners Fiona’s attention. Collins stops right in her tracks, hands balled into fists her visage crunched up in a scowl as the subject of her scorn steps into camera view, revealing himself to be none other than her greatest rival - Christum Furor. However, the madman is not alone, as Sally Talfourd and Savannah Taylor flank him.
Christum Furor: Settle down… Seraph.
Fiona sneers at Furor then at Sally and Savannah, hands remaining curled into fists as she tries her hardest to hold herself back from doing what she wants to do most: punch Furor right in the face.
Fiona Collins: What do you want, Furor? Because now is really not the time unless you want me to kick your ass again right here in this locker room and I’m not afraid to maim your little lackeys either.
The World Champion snickers in his usual maniacal tone, then motions at his disciples who leave the premises.
Christum Furor: I’m not here to engage in a physical altercation. I for one want you at a hundred percent for your historic bout later tonight. I’m merely here to put a thought in your ear.
Fiona remains in her fighting stance, not willing to make the mistake of dropping her guard, considering who the man is who’s standing in front of her along with their storied history.
Fiona Collins: There’s not a damn thing you can say to me that I’ll listen to, Furor.
The revolutionary scoffs at the notion.
Christum Furor: Oh but there is, my dearest Fiona. My enlightened mind and omnipotence grants me unlimited powers - one of them is the ability to enter the mind of those I see fit, revealing to the world the things they’ve hidden in the deepest corners of their subconscious. And Fiona, I see clearly what you’ve tried to bury. But alas, you cannot lock your memory palace from ME. My mind is a key that opens all doors, and the knowledge that you have buried, the feelings you have tried to suppress… it’s time you faced them. It’s time you faced your fears.
The madman cackles.
Fiona Collins: Really? Newsflash, Furor. I’m not afraid of anything, least of all you and your bullsh*t theatrics.
Furor scoffs again, shaking his head while making a ‘tsking’ noise under his breath as if he is disappointed in the Stardust Seraph.
Christum Furor: Come now, Seraph. Even the Unbreakable Fiona fears something. Your consternation and trepidation is sparked by one ominous thought. It is the notion that the man you love is really the man I have claimed him to be. An unredeemable man. A wicked man. A cursed man. I know its true Fiona, I know that you thought you could be his check and balance system, that you could keep Jonathan on a path of righteousness but you cannot. He is Hal Synder’s chosen one, and despite how much he denies it Jonathan Collins is not a Saint. He’s a SINNER. He’s a DEMON. He’s the DEVIL. Fiona, you are NOT like him. His malevolence, his balefulness, those are qualities YOU were not born with, but like a poison they’ve been inserted into your soul due to your association with him.
Fiona drops her fists now. Her body becomes less tense, as if she’s registering his words. She stares at Furor, keeping her face unreadable but listening closely now.
Christum Furor: Fiona, I know what you’re going through… I know because I’ve seen it. I’ve seen someone fall in love with a man who is LOST. I’ve seen someone step into the abyss and brave the shadows in an effort to pull their beloved from the darkness but it is IMPOSSIBLE. You can’t rescue those who have forsaken themselves! And you know it… you’ve seen him for what he really is at his core. He’s an animal and a monster. You were there… what he did to Angelo? Heavens… And look at his transgressions to those he claims to care for… Andreas crippled. Jimmy Riley retired… and for what? What is the point of all this bloodshed Fiona? Because he refuses to admit to being a crooked politician… that he refuses to admit his fraudulence… that he refuses to be what HAL SNYDER BROUGHT HIM IN THIS WORLD TO BE!?
Christum shakes his head in frustration and disgust.
Christum Furor: Fiona, Jonathan is NOT the man you think he is, nor is he the man you WANT him to be. You saw… you were there when I offered the Saint of Violence a peaceful resolution. I told him that this war could have been averted, and that all he had to do was step down, admit his crimes, and LEAVE. But what did he do? He REFUSED… he sacrificed his friends and family because he doesn’t care about any of YOU. Jonathan Collins loves only one person… and that’s Jonathan Collins.
Fiona Collins: No. no….you’re wrong. You’re wrong about Jonathan.
She shakes her head, not wanting to believe him, her voice stalling and breaking as if she is unsure herself now. Furor looks Fiona right in these eyes now, his tone becoming grave and somber.
Christum Furor: I am many things, a liar is NOT one of them. This silver tongue speaks only golden truths. Fiona, I am not here to recruit or force you into Gods & Monsters. I am not here to try and manipulate you, to get you unhinged, or to play with your mind. I am simply here to state facts - and the fact of the matter is that I WILL burn EXODUS to the ground, whether you believe it or not. The question I present to you is this - is the life of ONE man worth the lives of an entire SEKIGUN?
Fiona stares at Christum, processing everything she just heard, some of it seeming to get to her a bit now. She swallows slowly, eyes leaving his face to stare down blankly at the ground as she becomes lost in thought, contemplating everything Furor is telling her.
Christum Furor: Think about it, Fiona. It should all become clear to you soon, and whether the answer is one you want to admit or not, I hope you make the right choice tonight.
With that, the EXODUS World Champion exits, leaving Fiona to ponder her thoughts alone and to her own devices.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 12:13:10 GMT -6
After commercials, the cameras cut to the backstage area where Kerry Windsor is seen strolling through the halls. He seems to be in a rather pleasant mood; nodding and exchanging pleasantries with various backstage workers as they pass him. He walks past a door, and suddenly does a double take as something about it catches his attention. He slowly back pedals towards it and stares at it in contemplation. Finally a devilish smirk appears on his face. The camera pans around and reveals the name C. Gray in bold black letters across the door.
Kerry Windsor: I guess it wouldn't hurt to drop in and say hello.
He says with an ominous chuckle before banging loudly on the door; making sure to get the attention of the person he hopes to find behind.
Voice: Enter.
Kerry opens the door, and sure enough he finds who he’s looking for. There sits Cleon Gray, looking positively furious as to who has come to greet him.
Cleon Gray: Mr. Windsor...may I help you with something?
Seeing the look of displeasure on Cleon's face brings about a look of pure bliss on Kerry's face.
Kerry Windsor: Cleon!
Kerry steps into the office, arms wide as if greeting a friend that he hasn't seen in years. He stops and glances around the office space, giving an appreciative nod.
Kerry Windsor: This is a nice little spot you've got here. No wonder you stay holed up in it all the time!
Kerry proceeds into the office, taking a seat opposite Gray, while Cleon looks at Kerry in disbelief.
Cleon Gray: Excuse me, I repeat, may I help you with something?
Cleon utters this through gritted teeth, the presence of Kerry obviously annoying him more and more with each passing second.
Kerry Windsor: Not really, I was just stopping in to say hello. I mean, we've had our little exchanges over twitter but you've never actually had the privilege of speaking to me face to face. So here I am -- and you can thank me later.
Kerry flashes a wide grin as he takes a seat opposite Gray.
Cleon Gray: This is a privilege?
Cleon looks at him in utter disgust and then his eyes widen as he sees what Kerry does next.
Kerry Windsor: It damn sure is, Cleon.
He replies, leaning back in the chair and propping his feet up on the table.
Kerry Windsor: You know what? I think I want to call you Klingon instead. I know you're all into the whole Star Wars thing, but seriously, *bleep* Star Wars. I never cared much for it.
Cleon's eyes narrow as he stares a whole straight through Kerry.
Cleon Gray: Mr. Windsor, remove your feet off of the desk this instant. Just who do you think you are? As I've said before, you are in serious need of discipline!
He slowly pushes up from his chair and leans forward, an angry sneer on his face.
Cleon Gray: And this outlandish display; such unruly behaviour, it will not be tolerated on my watch.
Kerry raises his hands into the air innocently.
Kerry Windsor: Jesus, no need to get your tighty whities in a bunch there guy. As I said before, you need to lighten up a bit. As far as discipline...
Kerry swings his feet to the floor and pushes up out of the seat.
Kerry Windsor: I have plenty of it Klingon because that is the only reason why I haven't snatched you up by your collar and shoved your face through this table.
Kerry rises to his feet, his gaze resting upon Cleon who is fuming at this point.
Cleon Gray: I suggest you leave this second Mr. Windsor, before you make things worse for yourself because this disrespect is something that I will remember.
Kerry smirks.
Kerry Windsor: Good. Because disrespect is all you will ever get from me until you show some respect. Maybe you're used to flexing your muscle on other people, but in case you didn't realize it, Kerry Windsor isn't quite like most other people. And if you didn't know that, Klingon; well, you're gonna learn today.
Kerry slides down a pair of shades that was resting atop his head over his eyes.
Kerry Windsor: Consider this our formal introduction. And my last warning. This is amusing to me right now, but believe me, you'd hate to see what happens when I stop laughing. Now with that said, I've got a match to get ready for.
He gives a nod and begins to back away.
Kerry Windsor: It was nice chatting it up with you Klingon. We should do this more often. Sometimes 140 characters simply isn't enough to convey my thoughts.
He starts to turn away when something on the desk catches his eye. It's a coloring book. He glances at the book and then back towards Cleon, before grabbing a stray crayon that sits atop the desk.
Kerry Windsor: Sometimes life is just better--
He takes the crayon and scribbles all over the page with no care.
Kerry Windsor: When you color outside the lines.
He tosses the crayon to Cleon and makes his way towards the door as the camera cuts away, and we go back to Dick and Seth.
Dick Morosi: Seth, it looks like Kerry Windsor isn't doing himself any favors with Cleon Gray.
Seth Ericson: Yeah, well that might not help Kerry in any way, shape, or form. I can't imagine this is good.
Dick Morosi: You know what else isn't exactly good? Not knowing what the hell a Russian Roulette match is, and we've got one of those coming up next! It's a match featuring Abby Park, the debuting Mason Joseph, and Steve Lenton next!
RUSSIAN ROULETTE MATCH
ABBY PARK VS. MASON JOSEPH VS. STEVE LENTON
The feed from the ring is suddenly interrupted as we are violently jarred backstage, where we find Tom Matheny standing in front of a giant wooden wheel nailed to posts so it faces the camera. Like a roulette wheel various stipulations are labeled on the wheel, some of the stipulations including a lumberjack match, a bra and boxers match and, terrifyingly, a Blowjob's Hot Dog Eating match.
Tom Matheny: Hello fans and wrestlers! I know you're all very excited to get down to business, but first we need a stipulation for this match! And since we're in Vegas, what better way than to SPIN THE WHEEL?!
The crowd is mildly excited.
Tom Matheny: So, we just need someone to come along and spin the wheel. I don't actually know who is suppose to do that, so I hope that comes along soo-
Voice: Yeah hey I'm here let's get this over with.
The camera pans over to find EXODUS Owner and professional disappearer, Nicholas Gray! Tom perks up, seeing his boss for the first time in months.
Tom Matheny: Nick!
Nicholas Gray: That's what my wife calls me.
Tom Matheny: ...Nicholas!
Nicholas Gray: There you go. Yeah, hi.
Tom Matheny: It's been forever!
Nicholas Gray: Allegedly.
Tom Matheny: Where have you been?
Nicholas Gray: A wall.
Tom Matheny: What?
Nicholas Gray: A wall.
Tom Matheny: Okay, yes, but what?
Nicholas does not answer, instead reaching up and getting a good grip on the wheel, spins it. It spins and spins, and spins some more almost like a wheel, and finally begins to slow down. For a horrifying frozen moment, it seems like it will stop on the smiling picture of Blowjob, only to turn one spot over, to the spot that reads FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!
Tom Matheny: A falls count anywhere match confirmed! Wow that is going to be amazing!
Nicholas Gray: Uh-huh.
Tom looks over to Nicholas again.
Tom Matheny: So, really, where were you?
Nicholas, instead of responding, reaches up and spins the wheel again. He then reaches behind it and smacks the back of it, which causes the wheel to fall off it's support and land on the floor, where it begins to aggressively roll at Tom Matheny, who lets out a yelp and runs, the wheel giving chase. Gray watches this and nods.
Nicholas Gray: It's sure great to be back.
He then turns on his heel and, instead of walking, falls forward onto his face.
For some reason.
DING DING DING!
An eager and aggressive Mason Joseph makes his start, running at a breakneck speed towards Abby Park, using his speed to his advantage only to fall victim to a powerful reverse STO! Mason Joseph's confidence was greeted with his face falling face first into the mat itself, the other two opponents ignoring the fallen rookie to fight amongst themselves.
Park has the edge, her momentum already high. She elbows the big man in the face without regret, quickly looking for a legsweep. It wasn't very effective! Immune, Lenton just shrugged it off, still defiantly on his feet. An open palm strike with his right hand leaves Abby to step back, much more effected than Lenton. After, she found herself on her back, flipping over the top rope from a powerful big boot to the face. It's super effective!
Dick Morosi: Wow, and this falls count anywhere fight is already spilling to the outside! Seth, I'm going to probably regret this, but how do you see this match going tonight?
Seth Ericson: What do you mean how do I see it going? You got a rookie, you got a powerful ex-football player, and you have Abby Park. How else do you see this going?
Dick Morosi: Abby Park's a former tag team champion, one of the most prestigious might I add. She might still have her head on what happened with "#MrEXODUS" weeks ago, but don't count her out just yet!
With that, Steve set his sights on Mason, suplexing him into the mat. With that, Lenton picked Joseph back up by the long hair and raises him back to a standing position, letting Mason blink alive and push the giant hand away. In one fowl swoop, he landed a surprisingly quick swinging neckbreaker, causing Steve to fall to the floor in Mason's place. He goes for the cover.
ONE—!
KICKOUT!
With that, Steve furiously pushes his opponent off of him, only to be hit with a fury of punches, Abby Park already mounting The Big L and giving him all that she had! Rights, lefts, it didn't stop until Mason collected himself and landing a running knee strike to the tag team specialist's temple.
Seth Ericson: This match is off the chain! Stay tuned next week for the exciting conclusion!
...
Dick Morosi: You're being sarcastic, aren't you? There's no way our viewers are willing to wait a week for this.
Seth Ericson: Yes, Dick. Good ear. Sarcasm. Good to see you're not off your game tonight.
Seth rolled his eyes as the three circled each other in the ring, their eyes looking back and forth at each of their opponents. That is, until Steve Lenton nodded Abby's way, a gesture Abby herself echoed back in the same manner.
Dick Morosi: What are they planning? Teamwork?
With that, they both rushed Mason Joseph, an intent to surround him in the middle of the ring clear. He tried to escape, however the two tag team aficionados blocked all directions. Suddenly, wasting no time, they went to work.
Seth Ericson: BLITZ!! BLITZ!!!
Dick Morosi: SEOUL TRAIN!!! WHAT A COMBINATION!
Lenton went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO—!
Save by Abby Park! She pushed him aside, only to cover Mason on her own.
ONE!
TWO—!
Dick Morosi: This isn't over, folks! Save by Lenton, just in the nick of time.
Steve Lenton looked clearly frustrated, an aggressive look across across his face. He ran at the ropes, running as fast as he could, and landed a powerful 3:00 on Abby Park! However, just as Mason was starting to stir, Lenton prepared himself. In an instant, he too was given the gift of a powerful 3:00, this time stronger than the first! He went for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
WINNER: Steve Lenton
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton picks up a huge win! The man is on fire tonight, and he's looking to have a collision course with Gods & Monsters sometime in the near future!
Seth Ericson: He took Christum Furor to the limit once...it's possible he does that again.
Dick Morosi: And I think even Furor knows to be concerned. For now, let's head backstage.
The scene cuts back to stage to find a dejected looking, Samantha Raine, returns to her dressing room after her triple threat match. It's very apparent that she’s not happy with her performance in the match. As she walks in to her dressing room she is caught a little off guard as she finds rose petals all over the place and Ashley Chase standing in center of the room. She’s wearing nothing, but her bra and panties and in her hands is a bottle of message oil.
Ashley Chase: You’re not supposed to be back yet… I’m not ready yet.
Samantha Raine: Ash, I’m not in the mood right now.
Samantha said, as she looked at her personal assistant whose mind always seems to be on sex.
Ashley Chase: I’m just trying to cheer you up.
Samantha Raine: Really, not in the mood right now.
Ashley Chase: So the match didn’t go your way… doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun together.
Ashley said, with a smirk plastered on her face, because she knew that Sam wouldn’t be able to resist forever. No matter how bad the match has been she’s never been able to with stand her onslaught of advances.
Samantha Raine: And what happened to your promise of no more of that…
Ashley Chase: Sam, you and I both know that I won’t be able to keep that threat going with you.
Samantha Raine: I’m going for a walk…
Samantha said, even though she had just got to the locker room she turned around and left. As the scene goes to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 12:05:40 GMT -6
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
SAVANNAH TAYLOR (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) VS. SAMANTHA RAINE VS. CHANDLER SCOTT[[ 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. ]]
The thing you got to realize what we're doin' is not a trend
We got the gift of melody, we're gonna bring it 'til the end
Come on now ...
It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive, what I wear around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognize that it's just about respect
It doesn't matter
'Bout the clothes I wear and where I go and why
All that matters
[[ 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. ]]
Is that you get hyped and we'll do it to you every time
Come on now ...
Do you ever wonder why
This music gets you high
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
[[ 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. ]] Body starts to rock and
And baby you can't stop
And the music's all you got
This must be POP
Dirty Pop
Baby, baby you can't stop
I know you like this
Dirty Pop
This must be ...
[[ 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. ]]
Now why you want to try to CLASSIFY, the type of thing we do
'Cause we're just fine doin' what we like
Can we say the same for you?
I'm tired of feelin' all around me ANIMOSITY
JUST WORRY 'BOUT YOURS 'cause I'M A GET MINE NOW PEOPLE CAN'T YOU SEE?
[[ 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. ]] It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive or the ice around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognize that it's just about respect
It doesn't matter
'Bout the clothes I wear and where I go and why
All that matters
Is that you get hyped and we'll do it to you every time
Come on now ...
[[ 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: ...Is she done yet? Dick Morosi: Yes, and here comes the returning Chandler Scott! The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Chandler ignores the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are. After Chandler hops onto the apron, he steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to boo. Seth Ericson: That’s much better! Dick Morosi: Look out, Meta Johnson might come after you for that one, Seth...moving on, time for the San Diego Bay Champion in this non-title contest! The fans in the Hard Rock 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. The bell rings, and already, Chandler Scott is attempting to put the moves on Savannah. Not the “moves” in the traditional sense, of course, but showing his obvious desire for her. Savannah...instead opts to kick Sam Raine in the gut, doubling her over before dropping her with a DDT. Taylor blows a kiss at Chandler as she floats over into a pin… One… Two… Chandler snaps out of it and pushes Savannah off, almost as if he refuses to hit her! Again he tries to appeal to her in a...at least semi-romantic form, but they’re interrupted as Raine rises to her feet, bounces off the ropes, and hits the pair with a flying dropkick, one foot connecting with each opponent! Taylor rolls out to the floor, while Chandler immediately turns his attentions to the opponent is IS okay with hitting. Dick Morosi: Chandler Scott...seems to want to turn this into a handicap match. Seth Ericson: Forget that, he wants a one-on-one with Savannah Taylor! The thirst is real, Dick, and he’s got it! Dick Morosi: The...uh...thirst? Seth Ericson: You hopeless old man. Raine takes off at Chandler, who moves and lets her bounce off the far ropes, only to catch her on the return with a picture perfect dropkick! Scott bounces to his feet, soaking in the boos (and a few fans who applaud the athleticism). After a moment of that, he drops an elbow on the downed Samantha, and pulls her up with him by the hair. He lifts her for a stalling vertical suplex, but holds her just a second too long; she drops down behind him, using her surprise to catch him with a Russian legsweep! Dick Morosi: Impressive maneuver there by Samantha Raine! Raine rolls through back onto her feet and heads immediately to the top rope...but before she can jump off, Savannah Taylor pushes her legs out from underneath her, crotching the “Simply Stunning Supergirl” on the top turnbuckle! Chandler gets to his feet, looking at the situation, and heads up top himself, winking at Savannah as he does. She rolls her eyes, but heads to the parallel turnbuckle as Chandler hooks Sam up...before delivering a beautiful Superplex! Seth Ericson: We’ve seen this one before, Dick! Dick Morosi: But wait, there’s more! With Raine laid out mid-ring, Savannah Taylor flies off the top rope, hitting a frog splash on one of her downed opponents! The fresh “Las Vegas Siren” is up, taking in the sliver of fans who are both Vegas residents and G&M supporters...thus making them her #1-3 fans. Meanwhile, Chandler is measuring up a rising Samantha Raine for the Harvard Hammer… She gets to her feet… He charges… Swings… And Samantha Raine ducks! Chandler crashes his Hammer right into the back of Savannah Taylor’s head! Dick Morosi: HAVAHD HAMMAH! Seth Ericson: You are literally the worst. Chandler’s eyes widen in panic as he sees Savannah laid out, face down on the mat in front of him. He snaps out of it, only temporarily, as Samantha Raine jumps onto his back, attempting to pull him down with a Rain Cloud! But Chandler’s adrenaline is pumping, and he pulls Raine forward instead, dropping her onto his shoulder before he turns and throws her down with a powerslam! Pushing her out of the ring with his boot, he turns to look at Savannah’s laid out form once more...before dragging her to the middle of the ring, rolling her over...and pinning her in a very “provocative” manner, a big smile on his face. One… Two… Three! Dick Morosi: A BIG win here for Chandler Scott! He just pinned the San Diego Bay Champion! Seth Ericson: He’d probably count it as more than one win, Dick! WINNER: Chandler ScottDick Morosi: And he's back! Chandler Scott picks up a huge victory in his EXODUS return, and if Christum Furor is watching, he's got to know this is getting uglier for him. This is another ally to the Sekigun that isn't afraid of him. Seth Ericson: Somehow, I'm pretty convinced Chandler isn't even looking at Furor when it comes to Gods & Monsters. Dick Morosi: Fair point. While Chandler celebrates, let's head backstage. We come backstage, and sitting in his office is Cleon Gray, sitting with Justin Brooks. Cleon Grey: Despite your rather pathetic loss at Ascendancy, I must say that Punishment Strategy Epsilon went off without a hitch. It’s safe to say that those who wish to continue to oppose me will take that as reminder of what will and what can happen to them. Justin Brooks: Yeah, that’s all well and good, Mr. Gray. Cleon Grey: Do I note a bit of tension in your voice Mr. Brooks? I hope that I’m simply hearing things because there isn’t much for you to be tense about. Unless we are here to speak about your sub-par performances against Fiona Collins…Johnny Cannon…Christian Kane…or the fact that you couldn’t beat Steve Lenton…is that the source of your tension? Justin turns his head for a moment as he presses his tongue into his cheek, suppressing the natural reaction to come across the last desk and strangle Cleon Grey, whose smug attitude was starting to wear thin on the Big Bad Brooks. Cleon Grey: Or maybe it’s the fact that you couldn’t beat Zack Lifer weeks ago and he embarrassed you for the third time on national television as he began to systematically tear you apart with a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. What could it be, Justin? Ever since I brought you into the fold, you’ve been nothing more but a constant stream of disappointments and it makes me wonder if I could even consider you my Hall Monitor which you constantly continuing to flub up even the simplest of tasks. How am I supposed to entrust you with anymore when the likes of Zack Lifer continues to roam these hallways with seemingly impunity? He stays quiet in the small chair as Justin looks down between his feet, his jaw clenching with a fury and rage that continues to build on top of itself like Jenga blocks, threatening to topple over. His large fists ball themselves into tight fists as the veins on top of his hand bulge as if they were to burst from the skin. Cleon Grey: Answer me, Justin. What do you have to say for yourself? Or are you going to just sit there like nothing more but an admonished child who’s once again failed the parents who’s done nothing more but put you in a position to succeed only to have to fall flat on your face over and over again… Justin Brooks: JUST SHUT THE F*** UP ALREADY! The sudden outburst catches even Cleon off guard as jumps slightly startled by sudden rush of aggression from Justin, who quickly stands to his feet and places his large hands on the edge of Cleon’s desk. His upper lip curls up slightly in a snarl as the immediate size difference between the two men becomes quite apparently. Justin Brooks: I’ve been listening to you rant on and on and on and on about absolutely nothing and frankly I’m sick of it… Cleon Grey: Mr. Brooks, I think you need to… Justin slams his fist hard onto the desk with a heavy thud, making Cleon jump once again. Justin Brooks: …you need to stop thinking and just listen because if you interrupt me again, I swear to Sunny Jesus himself I will strangle you to death with my own tie. I’m tired of people telling me what they think….telling me what I need to do. You wanted someone to send a message of Fiona Collins…and I did it. You wanted someone to deliver discipline to Zack Lifer…and I did it. And what have I gotten for my troubles? I’ve watched other people get leaped frogged over me from past accomplishments from everywhere else around the world while I’m delegated to running your errands like I’m some glorified gopher. Zack Lifer was your problem and you refused to get from behind your desk and do something about it. Reaching up slowly, Justin removed his tie from around his neck and set it down Cleon’s desk. Justin Brooks: Well, I’m going to do something about it. And I’m not doing it for you…I’m not doing for Magnus Gunner…I’m not doing it for Jonathan Collins…I’m doing it for me. I’m doing it because I’m tired of his self-absorbed ass walking around these halls as if he’s accomplished something. People want to think that he’s finally brought a monster, but what they fail to realize that the Monster is me and I refused to be shackled to someone who refused to get their own hands dirty. Cleon Grey: Mr. Brooks…you may want to think about what you’re doing. Justin leaned over the desk, his hands straining as it keeps it grip on the edge of the desk. The large jugular vein bulges down his large neck as Justin strains to keep his hard graze upon Cleon who has yet break the gaze from the man called ‘The Monster by The Bay’ Justin Brooks: I know exactly what I’m doing, Cleon…It’s never been clearer…I’m going to go out there tonight and I’m going to leave Zack Lifer and Evangelista in nothing more but a bloodied heap either hook or crook, because it’s what I want to do not because of what I was told to do. I’m here in EXODUS to [CENSORED] shit up and I’m not leaving until I do exactly that. And there isn’t a soul who’s going to stop me, not Zack Lifer…not anyone…not even you. I’m doing this for me, now…Zack Lifer has poked and prodded this Monster more than enough to get my full and undivided attention, get in my way Cleon, if you try to stop me… …I will kill you. Slowly standing to his full height, Justin smirks and turns to leave Cleon’s office as he slams the door hard behind him. Back at his desk, Cleon’s stoic gaze finally broken as a accomplished smile finally spreads over his brown lips, and we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 18, 2014 11:43:07 GMT -6
August 18th, 2014
Las Vegas, NV The crowd inside of the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino is at a fever pitch as they are eager witness EXODUS Wrestling for the very first time. No expense has been spared by the Nevada faithful fans to welcome their favorite stars into Sin City. The fans are clapping, cheering, hooting and hollering as they wait the start of the show. The lights immediately blackout with the exception of a few lights around the entrance tunnel which pulsates in response to the introductory alarm sirens, and drums that drown out the entire venue. Knowing exactly what’s on the horizon, the audience shows no mercy as they are only happy to voice their extreme displeasure as “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot blares throughout the P.A. system. "THIS IS THE YEAR WHERE HOPES FAILS YOU
AND THE TEST SUBJECTS RUN THE EXPERIMENTS
AND THE BASTARD YOU KNOW, IS THE HERO YOU HATE..."
"....BUT COHESING IS POSSIBLE IF WE STRIVE
THERES NO REASON, THERES NO LESSON
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT, TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE, WHAT HAVE YOU GO TO LOSE
EXCEPT YOUR SOUL...."
"WHO'S WITH US!" The crowd inside of the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino erupt into the loudest chorus of boos imaginable as the figures of The Last Magician Sally Talfourd and the San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor make their way out from behind the curtain. Both stand at the top of the ramp and look around at the crowd before Sally goes to the left and Savannah goes to the right. They both point to the curtains and out from behind emerges the reigning EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight champion Christum Furor. Christum steps out and to the center of the stage, his head cast downward and his title fastened around his waist. After a few seconds of standing there, he unfastens his belt and clutches it in his right hand, his arms jutting out to the sides and his gaze turning skyward. He returns the belt to his right shoulder and his head to normal as he leads his two faithful disciples, the pillars of his New Age, down to the ring. Dick Morosi: They said they were going to march into Ascendancy and dominate and that is exactly what they did. Then they defeated the Sekigun form of Chris Strike and Fiona Collins two weeks ago. Seth Ericson: Not to mention Christum Furor put Darrin Stearns in the hospital. That has caused an uproar in EXODUS especially in guys like Christian Kane and Kerry Windsor. Dick Morosi: Way to state the obvious. The trio were now standing in the middle of the ring, the jeers and taunts raining down upon them, but the three stood tall and proud like statues. Christum and Sally remain standing as Savannah goes over to David Zinkus and takes the microphone. She waits for the crowd to settle down somewhat before she speaks. Savannah Taylor: Ladies and gentlemen, what you see standing in this ring before are three people who set out to do something no one thought they could at Ascendancy. We all told you that Sally, Christum and myself would all walk out of Tokyo victorious. Nobody thought Sally could beat WEAPON. Nobody thought I could beat Jessica Lasiewicz. Nobody thought Christum would be able to beat Fiona Collins. You want to know what I have to say to that? Told you so. She says with a triumphant grin as the fans let her have it. Savannah Taylor: Don’t you people hate when we say we are going to do something and we go out and do it? Get used to it because this is how it is going to be from here on out. However one thing that I wish to GOD would change is the blatant showing of disrespect that not only you people show but the front office shows as well. At Ascendancy, I made history when I defeated Jessica Lasiewicz and retained MY San Diego Bay championship. I have held this title longer than anyone in company history. Yet you want to know what I see when I look around at what I have accomplished? Her grin has vanished from her face and her eyes narrow as she tries to control her breathing. Savannah Taylor: I see everything that I have accomplished ignored. Why? Because I refuse to stand side by side with the false prophet Jonathan Collins and his minions. I see the world for what it really is. And for that….for that I am constantly overlooked, ignored and disrespected. NO MORE! Starting tonight, that all changes. Starting tonight, ignoring me is only going to bring people a world of hurt because I am going to show everyone that I am one who should never, EVER be ignored. Don’t like it? Ask me if I care. As she finishes her speech, the lights begin to dim before flashing out in brilliant reds and greens as the haunting ‘Ahhhh Ah. Ahhhh Ah’ sounds out from the P.A system. The bright lights dance seductively to the classic Annie Lennox tune ‘Little Bird’, glittering strobe effects accompanying it. I look up to the little bird
That glides across the sky
He sings the clearest melody
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to sit right down
And cry cry cry
A tall feminine figure slowly slides out from behind the curtain, all wrapped up in long feather boa that complements her outfit perfectly. She pauses, simply standing there at the top of the ramp with her head bowed. Her only movement is her impatiently tapping her left foot to the beat of the music. She lifts her head slightly, revealing the sly smile of wrestling’s ‘Black Swan’, Lady Magdalena. I walk along the city streets
So dark with rage and fear
And i...
I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
I wish I had the wings to fly away from here The music kicks into high gear as Magdalena begins strutting down the ramp as if she was upon a Parisian catwalk, stretching out the feather boa over her shoulders as if she was carrying a cross. The hesitation she had before seems to be slowly fading away as she swings her hips down towards the ring, her head tilted back in some form of religious ecstasy. But my my I feel so low
My my where do I go?
My my what do I know?
My my we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I've just got to put these wings to test She reaches the ring apron and with a move taken right from the royal ballet, pivots on the spot then struts up the stairs towards the ropes. She uses her long legs to climb through the middle ropes, pausing for a second to flash her smile and give a cheeky wink to the cameras. Her sense of doubt is seemingly subsiding as she enters the ring. For I am just a troubled soul
Who's weighted...
Weighted to the ground
Give me the strength to carry on
Till I can lay this burden down
Give me the strength to lay this burden down
Down down yea
Give me the strength to lay it down , lay it down, lay it down She climbs up one of the turnbuckles, wrapping herself up in her feather boa once more as she flutters her eyelashes at the camera. She then drops her boa to the ground, letting out a maniacal laugh that resembles the wail of a banshee as she drops down from the turnbuckle. But my my I feel so low
My my where do I go?
My my what do I know?
My my we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I've just got to put these wings to test She raises a solitary finger to her lusciously painted lips, asking for silence. Her music begins to die down, but the torrent of abuse does not cease. She ignores the jeers and jibes, however, and struts over to both Sally and Savannah in term, performing a polite curtsy for the pair of them. Finally she approaches the World Champion, before dropping to her knees and bowing down before him in worship to the God of EXODUS. The boos and hisses reach fever pitch as she does so, before Talfourd and Taylor help her to her feet as Furor looks on, smirking. She takes the microphone from Talfourd before turning towards the camera. Lady Magdalena: My dear Las Vegas, Nevada. I would politely like to request a moment of silence so I can send out my message across the globe. The jeers rain down upon her, soaking her through. There is a slight grimace upon her pale but beautiful elfin features, her lip curling up in distaste. Her eyes scan the audience, cutting through them all like daggers in the night. She tilts her head back as she begins to speak once more. Lady Magdalena: I come to you, not a member of the most illustrious and dominant group in professional wrestling today, but an associate. As a dear, dear friend. As an apostle to their dogma. As a worshipper of their true beliefs. I come to you today, free from the chains that held me down, liberated by by the undeniable faith of the One True God, Christum Furor. You see, he has sent this Little Bird free from her cage, both physically and metaphorically. I was sent away, locked behind bars for simply committing the crime of having feelings. The most wonderful, undeniable, powerful and life altering feelings of love and devotion. I was sent away for ‘my protection’. I was sent away for ‘the peace’. I was sent away so I could not have what is truly mine. A heart. A human heart that cares and loves and cherishes me so deeply. I was sent away before I could make someone happier than they have ever been in their entire life. But now… now I am free. And now I can make the whole world right again. And for that, I am forever thankful. She bows her head in gratitude to the three members of G&M, before continuing on. Lady Magdalena: The world would be a much better place if you simply accepted their word. Their word is gospel, after all, writing psalm after psalm of a new Bible that will educate and nurture the entire wrestling world forever more. And yet, you obsess over the words of a broken man, a man who is driving this business into the ground. A man who would play at God with his friends, his family and all of you on the line. He plays you as pawns, like a puppeteer and his little toys. Tonight he will attempt to break his own wife. Who is next on his list? Who will Jonathan Collins destroy next? Chandler Scott? Gabriel Gambino? Lenton? Wulf? Or will it go further? Will he end the youthful career of one of his proteges before they are fully developed? Will he send out you, the fans of EXODUS to fight his wars for him? I am half expecting him to send out his little daughter to fight, after all, he literally threw her in harms way before with his foolish decisions. The crowd are reaching fever pitch with their abuse right now as G&M look on with laughter. Lady Magdalena: Can’t you see? He is going to destroy everything you know, everything there is in his selfish quest for fame and fortune. Everyone who he claims to love and support will be simply thrown under the tracks. L-look what happened… W-what happened… The Black Swan has tears forming in her eyes, thin trickles of dark, salty tears rolling down her stunning features. Talfourd takes her hand to reassure her, giving her the strength to continue. Lady Magdalena: LOOK WHAT HE DID TO MY BROTHER! Look what he did to my own flesh and blood! He used him. He abused him. It is HIS fault that my dear Andreas is now in a wheelchair. He sent him off blindly into a war that should never have taken place, and left him with nothing. NOTHING! He took away his friends, he forced away his loved ones, he stole his career from right underneath him. He took everything from him! EVERYTHING! It is too much of a shame that he learned the error of his ways far too late. But I won’t allow it to happen again. I will not lay down and allow him to take anymore. Especially when he is trying to do the exact same thing to my beloved. She tries to compose herself before continuing on. Lady Magdalena: He brought in my dear, sweet niece before she was ready, and instantly threw her against the might of Gods and Monsters as a human sacrifice. She wasn’t ready for that. She wasn’t ready for EXODUS. I do not blame this group here for what they did, they were defending themselves. Jessica… dear, sweet Jessica. She tries to channel her father, and yet is far too much like her delusional mother, that flame haired whore Kayla, and worst of all… worst of all like that mindless zombie Marie. My sweet, sweet niece… are you listening? The Jones’ are a plague, just as the Sekigun is. You need to get away from them, and that fiance of yours? He only drags you down, lowers you to a lesser level. Soon you will be as pointless as that entire clan. Abandon them, abandon them all while you can. Go off on your own and compete in the lesser leagues until you are ready, until you are truly ready, then come to my side. Come back to your REAL family. The crowd lets their feelings be known on this matter, and they do not like it one bit. Savannah seems to love it, however, giving The Fair Lady a quick hug after she finished speaking. Lady Magdalena: And now I shall leave you in the hands of YOUR World Champion. As for myself, I have a date to attend. Chrissy… I know you are backstage, I know you are watching me. You can’t help but watch me, you simply can’t take your eyes off of me. But I will meet you backstage later on. I have a very special surprise for you, all ready for you to unwrap. Magdalena seems to be in the midst of ecstasy as she finishes. Once she is finished, she hands the microphone off to the champion himself, and then exits the ring and leaves. The level of vitriol that the fans showered Sally and Savannah with was cranked up to an all time high as Christum Furor stands patiently in the center of the ring. The booing and the jeering lasts for a minute longer as it finally gets to a point where she is able to speak Christum Furor: Ladies and Gentleman… The audience holds its breath in anticipation of the following remark, and thus prepares to bombard the ring with a number of jeers and obscenities. The World Champion extends his hand out, whilst lowering the mic, soaking in the moment and the impending response that will follow. The aforementioned protruding limb suddenly descends toward his World Championship. His palm slaps the centerpiece repeatedly before transitioning to his back where he commences to unstrap his belt. Bringing the top prize in EXODUS Professional Wrestling before his cold-blooded eyes, the words suddenly formulate in the vindictive villain’s mind. With utmost pride, the twisted revolutionary hoists the EXODUS World title into the air, simultaneously shouting into the mic. Christum Furor: WELCOME...TO...THE NEW AGE! The crowd takes the advantage of the opportunity presented before them, quickly voicing their disapproval and disdain thorough fierce and passionate boos. The leader of Gods & Monsters drapes the World Championship over his broad shoulder, amused and satisfied with the response from the EXODUS faithful. Christum Furor: Those who do not know their history, are DOOMED to repeat it. And what does history suggest? It tells us a man that doesn’t accept his fate will eventually be destroyed by it because he will need to exert much more effort into his endeavors to reach his ultimate goal. Such efforts demand great sacrifice and in the end, should he reach paydirt, his success will be bittersweet because he allows himself to be consumed by his own crusade. Magnus Gunner tried to go against the system, he tried to fight corruption, and his ambition led to his undoing. His own aspirations drove him to madness, and the dementia that filled his soul flowed and flowed until he spontaneously combusted. But that glorified explosion of human condition served a purpose because every ending is merely a beginning. The demise of Magnus Gunner served as the platform to the rise of CHRISTUM FUROR and my ascension has come full circle! Furor stops to reflect on his comment, his grandstanding only in it’s adolescent stages yet already garnering a substantial amount of boos and jeers. The madman takes a breath for a moment, waiting for the noise level to diminish to a level which he can talk over. Christum Furor: However, my triumph is indeed bittersweet because I realize despite what I’ve already accomplished there is much more to be done. Change is a gradual process, it does not happen overnight. Rome wasn't built in one day, nor was my New Age though I can see clearly with perfect lucidity that my empire will not take as long to fortify. My confidence and assurance in this matter stems from the shockwaves running through this company as a consequence of what transpired at Ascendancy. As I predicted, as I prophesy, Gods & Monsters vanquished those who stand against the Savior, his disciples, and reject the enlightened future! The descendant of Lasiewicz was eradicated, proven to be nothing like The Morning Star. The EXODUS Fail-Safe failed to do the one thing he was programmed to do - stand as the last defense for the Sekigun as he was unmasked and shown to the world to be a masquerader, living inside illusions and in a distorted, FALSE reality. I don’t live in fantasies. I am omnipresent, making me aware of every Universe. And in this one, CHRISTUM FUROR stood tall over the Seraph, proving that not even Fiona Collins could destroy my creation. The grandiloquent grandstander cackles to himself, the crowd wanting to boo but having no choice but to swallow the pill of truth for now. Christum Furor: Gods & Monsters burned the Sekigun to the ground at Ascendancy, and those who survived the flames pointed fingers at one another. As their conglomerate unravels, the house divided against itself, my congregation has only been strengthened. We have only grown closer, initially through our shared pain and understanding of what needs to be done to change professional wrestling, and now by the realization that our goals are coming into actualization. WE ARE ONE. We are united by a common goal that is divine and perfect, void of the poisons of selfishness and greed that flow through the anatomy of the EXODUS Sekigun. Their body is dying, dying because they put their hopes and dreams in a false prophet and a pretend sage whose methods are just as falsified as his dogma. Your general sent you into battle, into WAR, but he did not join you on the battlefield. No, he sent you out one by one to do his bidding, watching as each and every one of you were smitten down by a RIGHTEOUS FURY! The World Champion sneers at the crowd, shaking his head as a wave of abhorrence descends upon him. Christum Furor: Look at them, scrambling to preserve their pitiful existences. It’s all futile. Evolution cannot be circumvented. Natural selection dictates that a superior being will crush his lesser brother each and every time. And WE are HOMO-SUPERIOR. We are GODS and GODDESSES. Everything I have predicted has come to pass because my word is gospel. A benefit of my enlightened mind, and my absolute intellect is the power to shape the future to meet my visions. And I’ve had premonitions EXODUS. I’ve looked into the future, and every timeline that exists, and in every one of them the end is all the same. When it’s all said and done my NEW AGE will stand on a soil comprised of their shattered dreams. And they cannot stop it. Nothing they do will change the outcome, it’s preordained. I told you even with my defeat at the hands of Andreas Lasiewicz that we would always reach this day and here we are. Gods & Monsters stands with complete control and supremacy over this company, while the hero of your darkest hour has been reduced to a former shell of what he used to be. The madman holds up his World Championship now, displaying it to the lively, and hostile crowd. Christum Furor: Take a good look at this. This trophy is the thing they’re vying for, the reason Kerry Windsor has joined their crusade, the reason Christopher Strike donned the mask of WEAPON… it is the championship that they tried to stop me from obtaining on two separate occasions. Understand that this leather and gold is MEANINGLESS. It does not define ME. The reason it is of consequence is because it is in the hands of a GOD and in these miracle working fingertips it becomes MORE than the EXODUS World Championship. It becomes a SYMBOL... a symbol of my ALMIGHTY POWER. Look…. look at what has transpired since I captured THIS belt. Andreas Lasiewicz gone from the Sekigun, now singing the same song performed by MY congregation. It is music to my EARS! The melody has caused ripple effects. It has TORN THE SEKIGUN APART! Jonathan and Fiona are at odds, pitted against one another TONIGHT! The fall of EXODUS is upon us! The Sekigun is on it’s last legs and the winds of change are preparing one FINAL sweep through this place. Mark my words… TONIGHT will serve as the catalyst to the FINAL nail in their coffin because LONG WAY DOWN will be their LAST STAND! Christum drapes the EXODUS World Champion back over his shoulder, a sinister grin forming on his demented visage as he stares at the back. Christum Furor: This company has been the victim of strife since it’s inception. There have been casualties on both sides… those sacrifices have been necessary because they were martyred in the name of PEACE. But the peace does not belong to THEM… it is OURS… and ours ALONE! To save EXODUS is to destroy EXODUS. Ladies and Gentleman… the healing process is almost complete. This WAR is almost OV- Christum’s mic suddenly cuts out, as the arena lights suddenly to black. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Furor can be seen noiselessly shouting at his team mates, trying to work out what’s going on. Suddenly, at full volume... Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no...
Oh no you didn't!With that, an ominous rumbling starts echoing throughout the arena. Suddenly, with a burst of pyrotechnics, a tank rolls into the arena. Steve Lenton’s head sits poking out of the driver’s hatch, his Four Star General’s helmet firmly sat upon his head. Straddling the cannon, a la Cher, is Wulf Erikssen, his Viking Helmet rested on his head. Noticeably, one of Wulf’s arms is wrapped in chain, whilst in his free hand he carries a pool cue. In his chain wrapped hand, he carries a microphone, which he slowly pulls to his lips. Slowly, the music fades, but the chants of the crowd remain. He pulls the mic down as he listens. HERE COMES TROUBLE! BOM BOM BOMBOMBOM HERE COMES TROUBLE! BOM BOM BOMBOMBOM A smile plays over his lips, as he waits a few moments more, basking in the pure hate emanating from the ring, the fury at the unscheduled interruption. Smiling, he pulls the mic back to his lips, whilst pointing at the trio in the ring with his extended pool cue. Wulf Erikssen: Magnum, do everyone a favour, and just SHUT UP. The crowd pops once more, as Christum stamps in rage in the ring, telling the sheep to be silent. Wulf Erikssen: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages… THE BLOODY CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED! We are here to save you, everyone, from yet another yawn inducing, time to visit the bathroom, tirade from these clowns. Yo, Magnum. Sal. Sav. Let me let the three of you in on a little secret. NO ONE CARES. YOU’RE BORING. Bloody hell, even God Bothering Jerry Matthews was more entertaining that you three. Let me break it down for you. Sav. You don’t want to be ignored? Tough. Because until you grow a personality and actually do something interesting, NO ONE CARES. Sal. Your knickers are in a twist because your decided to drop off the face of the planet and everyone didn’t drop everything they were doing to come find you? NO ONE CARES. And Magnum, with your whole I don’t care if you don’t like me, my delicate ego and daddy issues demand you lavish attention on me schtick? NO ONE CARES. The threesome in the ring are beginning to drive into a rage, especially as the crowd joins in with Wulf’s “No one cares” chant. Wulf Erikssen: Also, I can’t believe how rude you’re all being. Me and The Big L just rode into the Hard Rock on a BLOODY TANK, and not one of you has the common courtesy to ask “What’s with the tank?”. Well, luckily, I got me a whole bunch of people who can pick up after your social faux pas. PEOPLE, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. Wulf holds the mic aloft, as the crowd shouts back “WHAT’S WITH THE TANK?” Wulf Erikssen: I’m glad you asked, huddled masses. The tank, my friends, is a symbol. A bloody massive one at that. A symbol that we’ve had enough of the constant whining. The moaning. The screwing around with stuff to satisfy other peoples egos. This, right here, this is a rallying call. A call that enough is well and truly enough. A call for anyone who cares. A call for anyone who thinks that G&M, or HATE, or any other LEGION clones that decide to come crawling out of the woodwork have begun to outstay their welcome. To quote a great, great man, “Enough is enough, and it’s time for a change!” And trust me, nothing brings change quite like a bloody tank. Wulf drops the mic down to the Big L, who catches it easily with one hand. Steve Lenton: ….LAS VEGAS, NEVADA… There was a loud pop, Steve looks on with a big smile. Steve Lenton: Vegas, The Big L and The Big Bad Wulf know one thing, that one thing is...ALWAYS...make a good impression. So The Big L was ponderin’... brainstormin’...wonderin’, almost having a damn conniption over what...we can place FIRMLY...UP THE ASSES OF GODS AND MONSTERS….!!! So thanks to the FINE people who let a couple of lunatics inside of a hotel and casino with a F****** TANK...this is a present from me to you. Savannah Taylor, yeah I’m talkin’ to you Savannah! YEAH you right there...up there staring off into space like there ain’t no lights on upstairs…!! “DUUUUUUUH…..DUUUUUUUUH….Which way did he go George?! Where did he go?!” The fans laugh as Steve points at Savannah, she looks at him with a condescending glare, too smart to get into such a childish back and forth. Lenton isn’t finished. Steve Lenton: Lemme tell your fish-eyes-havin’ ass something, with that much talent and that much potential...you made a horrible choice in siding with them. You got the spokesmodel for L'Oreal over here, spewin’ that same bulls*** every damn night, talkin’ that same sh*t he’s been sayin’ since day one; TRYING to destroy this place that we know and love, because it fits some fever pitch dream in his Elephant Man shaped head. WE WANT NO PART OF IT!!! We are sick and tired of having more of you spineless, angry, pouty, little assholes, comin’ into this place, with these fans and putting THIS COMPANY DOWN!!! THESE FANS, MY FRIENDS, AND EVERYONE WHO’S GOT A SOCIAL MEDIA OUTLET KNOWS EXODUS PRO WRESTLING IS THE BEST DAMN INDEPENDENT COMPANY TODAY!!!! The fans let out a roar of approval as Steve steps out of the tank and stands on top of it, eyes glued on the ring. He keeps his finger pointed at them and continues to on… Steve Lenton: The Big L stands in front of you, callin’ this an act of WAR. WE GOT THE FIREPOWER TO GO THERE. Because there’s one, lone thing you shouldn’t do, and that’s GET IN A LAND WAR WITH EXODUS, TROUBLE, OR THE SEKIGUN!!!! So you can say your pretty little words, scowl at us and call us…“MINDLESS DRONES”....but at the end of the day Gunner, at the end of this war, YOU...WILL...FALL. And these people won’t have to watch countless people try and kiss your ass, especially Sally and Savannah who want some of that HOT...HOT….GOAT ****…. Fans burst into laughter, Steve fans himself off and Wulf looks on, not even trying to conceal how hard he’s laughing. Steve adjusts his helmet like a badass. Steve Lenton: THESE PEOPLE--MY PEOPLE, WILL SEE EXODUS ONCE AGAIN...WIN!!!! So take that and shove it! You wanted this fight, you got it, you better had bring EVERYTHING you got, because we’re bringin’ the entire arsenal out!!! DON’T BELIEVE US?! Lenton drops the mic, mouthing “TRY US!!” as he holds his arms out, showing off this massive tank. Lenton’s eyes are locked onto the ring, never budging. The group continues to start making their way toward the ring as "Can't Kill Us" by The Glitch Mob begins, and out comes far more than Trouble! Tonight, they stand with Chris Strike! Angela Jameson! Christian Kane! AND HERE COMES JONATHAN COLLINS! The group starts to join the former Tag Team Champions as they approach the ring, and they dash in, sending Gods & Monsters scrambling! The group leave the ring, and they stand tall as the EXODUS Sekigun stands together, proud to be united and defending the company! AND THEN COMES THE CHANT! ALL WILL BE WELL! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP! ALL WILL BE WELL! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP! "Can't Kill Us" starts again, and the trio continues to retreat to the backstage area as the Sekigun stands tall. Dick Morosi: What a way to kick off this edition of EXPRO On FX! We'll be right back with huge triple threat action featuring the return of Chandler Scott! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 4, 2014 14:36:11 GMT -6
We come back from backstage and again through the doors of the office of Jonathan Collins bursts Wulf Erikssen! Wulf comes over and without warning takes his hands and uses them to fling everything off of the desk of Jonathan Collins, leaving the Director to look up at him.
Wulf Erikssen: Oi! Coma Boy Johnny, I need your assistance!
Jonathan Collins: Wulf, all that paperwork..
Wulf Erikssen: It can wait! This is a pressing matter, Johnny. I need you to get me a match against Daisuke Iwakuma at Long Way Down!
Jonathan Collins: Wulf, man, I have you and Steve in a rematch against The Generation of Miracles for the Tag Team Titles at the iPPV. I'm not opposed to it, I just want to know if you want that instead.
Wulf Erikssen: Johnny, I want my belts back with Steve. I really do...but this is important. Daisuke needs a little retribution for Stacy and everything he's been doing. I'm declaring war on all of them, and I mean it. I'll prove it in two weeks if I have to, I just want to make sure you know I'm all in.
Collins smiles and pats Wulf on the shoulder.
Jonathan Collins: I'll take it into consideration, Wulf. Go home, take care of Stace. I'll let you know everything in two weeks.
Wulf Erikssen: Attaboy, Johnny! I'll see you soon!
Wulf grins and pats Collins on the shoulder before Jon sighs and shakes his head as he continues to fret until his door swings open again...this time by the presence of Angela Jameson. His longtime friend comes over, dropping her sledgehammer at his feet.
Angela Jameson: Me. Daisuke Iwakuma. Long Way Down.
Jonathan Collins: Ang, Wulf just--Christ.
Jon simply shakes his head before he rubs his temples as we cut back to Dick & Seth.
Dick Morosi: It sounds like Daisuke Iwakuma is a marked man.
Seth Ericson: Because, you know, that's exactly what he needs right now.
Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma is going to have more than he bargained for quite possibly at Long Way Down! Right now, however, it's time for our main event! It's Sekigun members facing Gods and Monsters when Chris Strike and Fiona Collins meet Christum Furor and Savannah Taylor...next!
TAG TEAM MATCH
FIONA COLLINS (HEC Women's Champion) & CHRIS STRIKE VS. GODS & MONSTERS (Christum Furor & Savannah Taylor)
The arena's mood changes exceptionally quickly at the sound of "Pulse of the Maggots" by Slipknot. The attention turns to the entrance when out from the back steps Savannah Taylor and Christum Furor. With each of them holding their respective title, the two make their way down the ramp and avoid the fans, except for acknowledging the new "G&M Section" that's seemed to have just grown slightly since their last appearance in the RIMAC. A "CHRIS-TUM FUROR!" chant breaks out and Savannah smirks to acknowledge them as the two enter the ring and pace around in wait.
David Zinkus: Introducing first, the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion and the EXODUS Pro World Champion...Savannah Taylor and Christum Furor, two-thirds of GODS AND MONSTERS!
Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor was pretty instrumental in helping Christum Furor retain the World Title at Ascendancy against Fiona Collins. She distracted the ref long enough to prevent him from counting three after Fiona hit her Shinigami.
Seth Ericson: Is that all we're gonna talk about? She's the longest reigning San Diego Bay champion in company history! She's got an opportunity to do that much more in the coming weeks! The legend grows!
The two continue to pace around and wait, only to turn their attention to the entrance at the sound of the electronic humming that starts "Can't Kill Us" by The Glitch Mob. The lights start to dim as the crowd starts to roar its approval while the song continues to build, knowing what's coming! As soon as the song kicks into a heavier part, the crowd erupts as the lights explode on, leaving Fiona Collins and Chris Strike on stage!
David Zinkus: And their opponents, the team of the HEC Women's Champion Fiona Collins and Chris Strike...they represent THE EXODUS SEKIGUN!
The audience is on their feet as the two slowly make their way down, knowing the odds at stake. The crowd continues to cheer for them, both of them making their way to the ring after stepping down the ramp. A huge "WELCOME HOME!" chant erupts for both Collins and Strike, the two of them finally running into the ring to step in and getting showered in streamers as a sign to welcome them home. Both refuse to back down from G&M and they stare down their opponents as Fiona starts to remove her title as they go to their corner to prepare for the match to begin. Fiona agrees to start for her team as Furor steps in to go first for G&M. The two start circling as the bell rings, already beginning to jaw at Strike. Fiona raises an eyebrow as Furor points right at Strike, and Fiona obliges, stepping over to her corner and tagging in Strike. He comes in and immediately goes after Furor, who quickly backs to his corner and tags in Savannah Taylor. She screams at official Dan Arnouil to back up Strike, and he motions for him to step back as she gets into the ring, Strike shaking his head. With her making a big deal about the distance between her and Strike, Fiona can't take it anymore and she hops into the ring to attack Savannah! She starts brawling with the Las Vegas Siren, leading Furor to come in and start trying to brawl with everyone. The mood quickly changes when it's all four now brawling: Strike with Furor and Savannah with Fiona. The four aren't letting up on one another, and the crowd is going nuts for the all out war in the ring!
Dick Morosi: This is what happens when the war boils over!
The quartet continue to brawl with no end in sight to the chaos...UNTIL THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
Seth Ericson: MOMMY!
Dick Morosi: We are having some serious technical difficulties right now, ladies and gentlemen, but we hope to have this rectified as soon as possible.
There is a scuffling of papers and a yelp from Seth, almost drowned out by the confused reaction from the sold out RIMAC audience.
Seth Ericson: WHOA!
Dick Morosi: What?
Seth Ericson: Did you feel something brush past you just then? Seriously, something just went right past me. My soda is all over the floor now.
Dick Morosi: Forget your damn soda, the fight is still going on in the ring. I can hear it!
There is an almighty crash and a resounding ‘oooh’ from the crowd, especially from Section B.
Seth Ericson: Did you hear that thud? I can’t tell what happened, it’s too damn dark!
The lights slowly begin to flicker on, slowly but surely. And the focus is directly on the ring…
Dick Morosi: Have we got light? Finally, we have light and… oh dear God.
Seth Ericson: Wait, what’s goin… oh…Oooooh!
Fiona Collins is down and out at ringside, face flat on the ground next to Japanese commentary table. The camera pans back into the ring. Laid out on his back is Chris Strike, blood tickling from a small cut on his forehead. Standing above him is Christum Furor, laughing mightily. By his right hand side is Savannah Taylor, looking down on her fallen opponent. To his left is ‘The Last Magician’ Sally Talfourd. As they are showered with wave after wave of hideous boos and jeers, the camera pans back to reveal another figure, one clad in a studded grey leather jacket that we all know so well.
Dick Morosi: T-that jacket. That’s got the Silver Eagle emblem on it.
Seth Ericson: But Lasiewicz is in a wheelchair, we saw him last week, we saw him tonight backstage. It can’t be!
The figure has the hood pulled right over their head, and they slowly drop to their knees and begin to crawl slowly towards the fallen ‘God of Thunder’.
Dick Morosi: Whoever that is, that’s not Andreas. They’re not big enough to be him and… what?
The figure crawls right over Strike… and plants a longing kiss upon him!
Seth Ericson: Ew… gay!
Dick Morosi: This is getting a little bit creepy.
The figure then crawls away, allowing the World Champion to place a foot upon the obviously unconscious Strike. The referee, not knowing exactly what to do, just goes off instinct and makes the three count as the crowd roars in disapproval.
Seth Ericson: And there’s the three count! Gods & Monsters are victorious!
Dick Morosi: That is the lesser matter. G & M have launched a heinous attack on Strike and Fiona Collins right here under cover of darkness and Strike himself has been molested by this figure in Lasiewicz’s jacket.
Seth Ericson: Well, whoever they are, Christum Furor is handing them a microphone.
Furor does so, as the figure leans over Strike, still in a kneeling position.
Figure: …Chrissy.
Dick Morosi: Wait a minute… I know that voice! I KNOW that voice.
Seth Ericson: Hush!
Figure: All I ever did was love you…
The figure, speaking in a rich Parisian accent begins to tenderly stroke his cheek with the back of their hand. Outside of the ring, Fiona has begun to stir, and valiantly tries to climb into the ring to aid her tag partner, but is knocked right back out by a sharp boot from Savannah.
Figure: …All I ever do is love you…
The figure grips Strike by the hair, violently tugging his head up to look him in the eye, but he is still unconscious.
Figure: … All I’m going to do is make you love me…
The figure whips back they’re hood, letting a screeching banshee like wail into the microphone, forcing the whole audience to wince and cover their ears in agony. The figure, a beautiful but crazed figure, is instantly recognised to the shock of the crowd. She smiles down at the bright red lipstick smudge upon Strike’s lips as she begins to mix it in with the trickle of blood from his forehead with her index finger. It is none other than Lady Magdalena!
Lady Magdalena: … You WILL love me… or I’ll ensure that you never love again. I’ll ensure you never do anything again.
Magdalena licks the blood off her finger as Furor begins to laugh mightily along with Savannah and Sally.
Seth Ericson: The Black Swan has landed! I never thought I’d see the day!
Dick Morosi: My God… Lady Magdalena has finally appeared in an EXODUS ring. Andreas Lasiewicz’s younger sibling is here… But she is standing tall alongside Gods & Monsters.
Seth Ericson: More like she is bowing down to the World Champion!
Dick Morosi: Has Magdalena sold her soul to G & M? It sure looks like it. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m afraid we have run out of time here, but I’m sure there is going to be some strong words spoken after this incident. How is the elder Lasiewicz going to react? How is Strike going to react? How are the Sekigun going to react? Keep updated by checking the EXODUS site. Goodnight!
‘Pulse of Maggots’ begins to blast out from the P.A system as G& M raise their arms in victory, whilst Magdalena bows down in worship to the EXODUS Pro World Champion. The crowd begin to throw trash into the ring as the show goes off the air.
WINNER: Gods & Monsters
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