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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 21, 2014 12:31:57 GMT -6
A fatigued Zack Lifer held the back of his neck in pain, the match with Justin Brooks earlier in the night clearly taking a lot out of The New Iron Saint. He sat on a steel chair identical to the ones spread out around him, an open area of the well-lit backstage where people would relax between matches or otherwise. Still dressed in his ring gear, Zack's hands washed over his face, frustration clearly forming on his expression. Zack Lifer: It’ll never be enough, will it? The madman asked himself the rhetorical question, grueling over an internal struggle that wasn’t easily read by the average viewer watching at home nor in the attendance. Shaking his head, the troubled soul grunted once again, the sweat pouring down his forehead, left with only his thoughts, the worries silently fluttering around in his own convoluted head. That is, until he heard a pair of footsteps. Laurel Anne Hardy: Depends who you’re doin’ it for. He looks up to see Hardy and Evangelista, Dragons Unleashed, a short way down the hall and walking closer. They’re in their ring gear, ready for their Tag Team Championship opportunity later tonight, and holding warm cups of coffee. Zack Lifer: Hah. You definitely have a point, that's for sure. Wait, I wanted to talk to you two, didn’t I? Lifer asked the question with a perplexed look on his face, looking back at the tag team legends in all their glory, a smirk across his face. They were clearly friends of his, you could see it in his eyes, proud to finally see them in the flesh. Zack Lifer: Is that the only reason you’re in my neck of the woods, oooor…? Laurel runs her hand along the wall for a couple of seconds, as if stroking a lover. Laurel Anne Hardy: I love this building. Lots of good memories in this place. Good matches, ones I’ve been in, ones I’ve seen… but there’s more than that. Even just hangin’ out backstage, I’ve never not felt at home here. These walls, they… resonate with me, somehow. She turns to Zack and shrugs. Laurel Anne Hardy: I wanted Leanne to see it how I see it. Lifer nodded, understanding what they meant. His eyes trailed around the subtle Japanese masterpiece this place was, seeing all the intricate details that made an area like this well-renowned around the world. Evangelista: That was a good job you did out there. Can’t believe you fought so hard after what Justin did earlier on. Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah… you fought like a true artist, as ever. He smirked, proud of his work with a light chuckle, those curious child-like eyes of his blinking away from the artwork on the wall. Zack Lifer: Hah. Yeah, well. I deserved what I got for breaking into Cleon’s office just to make a point. He shook his head back and forth, that grin still firmly on his face. You could tell he didn't regret it one bit. The Prince Of Madness looked proud of his 'accomplishment,' considering it a part of what had to be done for the greater good. The crowd shared the sentiment, letting their voices be heard as they condoned his ruthless actions with applause and cheers. Zack Lifer: Thanks for saying so, Laurel. Evangelista. You gotta do what you gotta do to take down tyrants like that, right? I mean, if anyone knows anything about that, it's you too. You’re both the masters of making that happen, I know my history. Amy told me all about it all, how you both stopped AbominationZ from doing what they tried to do. Evangelista: Heh. Did she now? I’ll bet she slipped in more than a couple of insults about us. Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeeeaaah. Kam’s not what you’d call the only GEW vet who’s still got a grudge. And, like, I don’t blame ‘em, but… it’s just de mode at this point, yeh? But yep. When all was bleakest and it seemed no heroes would stand up to defend WARPED Wrestling’s honour, The Asylum took on that mantle of heroes… well, us an’ Hugo Strange, in fairness. Evangelista rolls her eyes. Evangelista: We ain’t heroes, we just… had to do what was right. Make up for… well, you know. For what we did to GEW. The less-than-subtle allusion to Lifer's beginnings in EXODUS as a part of LEGION and Gods & Monsters shortly could be understood clearly without a single word noting it. Zack Lifer: Well, things are definitely bleak around here, that’s for sure. You got Sekigun in one corner, who hate my guts as of late, but not for long. You got Gods & Monsters, surely you heard about them. And you got Cleon’s crew who, well… They have it out for me too to say the least. Hah. And you know, I could really use your help. EXODUS could really use it, honestly. Heroes or not. Hardy and Evangelista exchange a glance. Evangelista seems apprehensive; Laurel looks excited and perhaps just slightly… predatory. Evangelista: We, um, we ah… we’re just here to… Laurel Anne Hardy: We won’t let anyone take down EXODUS. Not Gods & Monsters, not HATE, not Cleon’s merry little band of ragamuffins. If you’re standin’ between all of them and the last castle, we’ll be standin’ there with you, man. I promise. Evangelista looks less than entirely pleased at Laurel saying this, but stays quiet and after a moment she nods along with it. The New Iron Saint smiled widely, proud of their allegiance. Zack Lifer: Glad to hear it. You won’t regret, I guarantee that. Oh, and hey? He paused, giving them a polite nod, the sweat dripping down his brow at a heavy volume, his hair already drenched. Zack Lifer: Good luck out there in that tag team championship match tonight. Try your best, alright? They both smile - Laurel’s broader than Evangelista’s, but they’re of about equal sincerity. Evangelista: Thanks. Laurel Anne Hardy: Means a lot to know that at least one person here doesn’t see us as more invaders. Zack smirked back at the pair. Zack Lifer: Invaders? Please. It’s just good to see some friendly faces on the roster again. It’s been crowded with jerks and guys with god-complexes lately. Hah. Listen, go get ready. You don’t have much time ‘til your match and the last thing we need is you guys losing ‘cause of forfeit tonight of all nights, you know? Evangelista turns to her partner with shock on her face. Evangelista: Did he really just say you don’t have a god complex? Laurel responds by elbowing her in the ribs, but she laughs anyway. Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah, we got some preparing to do still. But catch you at the after party, right? Zack Lifer: I wouldn’t miss it for the whole goddamn world. Hah. With that, he shook his head, watching them as they causally waved goodbye and continued down the hall, leaving Lifer with his thoughts once again. His head fell back, his eyes darting to the ceiling as his eyes focused, becoming lost once more in that world inside his head, and we go back to Dick & Seth. Seth Ericson: Zack Lifer getting help from Dragons Unleashed? Oh lovely! Dick Morosi: It's a smart match, to be honest. Right now, Lifer could use all the friends he can get. Seth Ericson: Speaking of someone with no friends...how are ya, Daisuke? Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma meets Sydney Christensen next! 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, 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. Along with Audrey, Daisuke happens to be accompanied by Norihiro Akashi and Eve, looking as arrogant as he ever could. David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, accompanied to the ring by members of HATE...from Kôtô, Tokyo, weighing in at 234 pounds, 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: This man is absolutely no good. Daisuke has poisoned and corrupted minds in EXODUS Pro and now he's going after (R)Evolution Wrestling star Sydney Christensen for doing the right thing! Seth Ericson: Well maybe she deserves it! I doubt it, considering this is Daisuke Iwakuma we're talking about...but still! And speaking of Syd, here she comes! A loud guitar riff coupled by the beat of drums fills KORAKUEN HALL with sound as “The Path Less Taken” by Taproot kicks into full gear. “What if we haven't lost our way? What if we haven't lost our minds, And chose to seize the day? What if we know just how to rise and shine? What if we see our circumstances now start at the end?” Just before the song kicks into the chorus, out from behind the curtain steps Sydney Christensen, clad in a plain black leather Bolero-style jacket over her ring attire. The Canadian’s eyes are focused on the ring directly in front of her as she looks to either side of her, a slight smile forming as she hears the fans cheer her. Her gaze then turns back to the ring as she begins to walk down the aisle. “So here we go again, A past worth saving, At last we're paving, The path less taken!” Reaching the ring, Sydney climbs the steel steps and climbs between the bottom and middle ropes. Once inside, she walks immediately to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. She raises her arms in the air, sticking her pointer fingers in the air and gazing out at the cheering crowd, nodding her head before hopping down. She then takes her jacket off and tosses it to the outside as she begins to loosen up...BUT DAISUKE IS QUICK TO ATTACK! All three members of HATE are laying boots and fists to Sydney, making sure that they don't hesitate to attack her quickly...BUT ON THEIR WAY OUT WITH CHAIRS ARE GEN2! SHOZO AND SHINJI UCHIKAWA HAVE COME TO THE RING TO EVEN UP THE ODDS! Gen2 have forced HATE to scatter, and before they can come back into the ring, Shozo dives through the ropes with a huge tope! Shozo and Shinji continue to attack and brawl with Akashi and Eve, leaving Daisuke and Syd almost all by themselves with no referee! Dick Morosi: Where is the ref? Seth Ericson: I think she's just taking her sweet time getting here, because if you remember what Cleon Gray said right after our last show... Indeed, coming out in an ALMOST revealing referee outfit is Brianna Singer on her segway, the crowd watching as she has almost no sympathy for the fact that Daisuke is now just toying with Sydney, whipping her to the corner and coming in with a huge clothesline that sends her slumping in the corner. Daisuke continues to kick at her all before lifting her up and sending her out of the corner with a huge exploder suplex. Daisuke quickly lifts up Christensen and drops her with the Resident Evil, hooking the leg as Brianna happily gets in the ring and begins a count. One... Two.... KICKOUT! Daisuke looks frustrated as he places his hands on his thighs as he sits up, Brianna not reprimanding him for his poor attitude. Without hesitation, Daisuke stands up and grabs Syd by the hair, quickly bringing her over with a northern lights suplex and gets up again, wrenching her in an armbar to leave the (R)Evolution Wrestling star to scream. Daisuke keeps the armbar firmly planted as Brianna goes from checking Sydney to see if she's tapping out to screaming at her to submit to the hold. Dick Morosi: I'm not entirely sure this is fair and balanced refereeing on the end of Brianna Singer. Seth Ericson: I guess this is what happens when you're into Cleon Gray's style of discipline. Sydney starts trying to kick out to reach the ropes, but she continues to struggle while Daisuke wrenches, all before she finally gets her ankles wrapped around the ropes, forcing Daisuke to do after an incredibly long four count. Daisuke slowly starts to back away, and he calmly goes back to retrieve Sydney, lifting her up to hook her for the Dead Space, but Sydney wiggles out and pushes him towards the ropes to roll him up! She's got him and Brianna takes her time to get in position but goes for the pin finally! ONE! TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWW---KICKOUT! Sydney looks at her in disbelief, shocked she didn't receive a fair pinfall count, and she starts arguing with Brianna, who enforces her will as the referee! Sydney argues, and the minute she starts approaching on Brianna, Daisuke gets up and quickly locks Christensen in a cobra clutch before pulling her back with the suplex, nailing the Deadly Premonition! Without hesitating, he quickly begins to lock up Sydney in his Parasite Eve submission, starting to wrench it in! Sydney continues to scream, being overcome by the veteran, leaving Daisuke to smirk and Audrey to even applaud her Lord as she watches him like a predator playing with its prey. Brianna leans down on the mat and smirks as she does nothing but look like she's enjoying Sydney's pain, and Daisuke wrenches, though The North Star refuses to tap out. As she continues to scream and move, Sydney finally gets into position where she once again escapes the submission, leaving Brianna to make a very slow five count that Daisuke once again breaks at four. Dick Morosi: This match is a sham! Brianna Singer isn't going to give Sydney Christensen a fair break! Seth Ericson: Whether Syd likes it or not, she might be in over her head here! Daisuke seems irritated at the pin attempt from the RW star and he goes after her, only for Sydney to start getting the upper hand, nailing a huge right to his face! Syd begins unloading on The Perfect Evil with huge lefts and rights, all before Daisuke pushes her away and starts to charge again toward Syd...WHO PICKS HIM UP AS HE GETS CLOSE ENOUGH FOR HER TO DROP HIM WITH THE REMEDY! Syd hooks the leg and the crowd erupts! ONE! TWO! THHHHHHHHHHHHH--HE KICKS OUT! BRIANNA SLOW COUNTS SYD AGAIN! Dick Morosi: UNFAIR! Sydney Christensen had Daisuke there with The Remedy and she just got screwed by Brianna Singer! Seth Ericson: And things just went from bad to worse for her, because look who's back! It's that patchwork girl Eve! Eve indeed comes plodding down from the back, looking right at Syd, burning a hole through her with her stare as Syd starts to dare her to come face her. Syd looks absolutely irate, and Brianna just leans in the corner, letting it all unfold...BUT DAISUKE HOOKS HER FROM BEHIND AND HITS THE DEAD SPACE! DEAD SPACE FROM IWAKUMA! HE HOOKS! ONE! TWO! THREE! Brianna's count was possibly a little fast, but she calls for the bell, and Daisuke and Eve immediately go to pick the bones clean on the fallen Christensen. Eve quickly lifts up Sydney...ADVERSE EFFECTS! The two continue to attack her before "South of Heaven" by Slayer begins. Dick Morosi: ANGELA JAMESON! SHE'S COME TO SAVE HER PROTEGE! Angela dashes down the aisle, sledgehammer in hand and she starts swinging it as Daisuke and Eve head for higher ground, checking on Sydney before her eyes peer right in the direction of Brianna Singer! Brianna stares in horror as Angela starts to advance on her, making sure she knows she's coming to make her cousin pay...or at least get an explanation...BUT DAISUKE PULLS BRIANNA OUT OF THE RING! Daisuke has rescued Brianna from Angela's ire, and now as Angela checks on Sydney again, she watches the trio head for higher ground. WINNER: Daisuke IwakumaDick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma is your winner here, but...I think Angela Jameson proved she was right that she was back in the game when she talked to Jonathan Collins two weeks ago. She's firmly backing the Seikigun against HATE and all those coming after EXODUS. Seth Ericson: It can take a very personal matter to put someone into the war, and I think whatever Cleon Gray did to get into Brianna Singer's head has made it exceptionally personal to The Fallen Angel. Dick Morosi: All too true, Seth. Let's head backstage. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 21, 2014 12:30:32 GMT -6
We cut to the backstage. The camera focuses in on the EXODUS Pro International Championship as there’s a pop from the crowd. We remain focused on the International title for several seconds before we begin to slowly pan out, revealing that the championship is resting on a bench in the backstage area. We continue panning out and we see that next to the championship is a bottle of Mountain Dew and as we pan out more we see an arm move in to the scene. We pan out just a little more and the camera slowly shifts to the side and we see Lexy Chapel on the floor, split-legged, clearly stretching out and warming up for her match. She’s dressed in a t-shirt that reads ‘Good Girls Go to Heaven, Bad Girls Go DOWN UNDER’. She reaches down, putting both hands in front of her and then pushing her body off the ground, keeping all the weight on her arms while still split-legged. She then slowly brings her body up, kicking out her legs so that she’s standing on her hands, and then flips over and lands on her feet, rolling back to a standing position before cracking her knuckles and grabbing the International title. Just as she picks up the title we see Tom Matheny walk in and she turns and jumps a little at seeing him. Lexy Chapel: Oh. Um, hi Tom... it’s been a while, huh? Tom Matheny: You’re a hard woman to catch up with. Lexy Chapel: Yeah well, I prefer to do most of my talking in the ring, rather than spending hours and hours boring the crap out of people, you know? In this crazy world of DVR do people even really watch that stuff unless they have to? Tom laughs. Tom Matheny: I hope so; otherwise I might be out of a job. Lexy Chapel: And we wouldn’t want that. Tom Matheny: Well, now I do have a second with you maybe you can help ensure that doesn’t happen. You know why I’m here, right? She nods her head and looks at the International title on her shoulder. Lexy Chapel: Let me guess, it has a little something to do with this right here, huh? You’re here to ask me what I think about Kerry Windsor, what I think my chances are, what my strategy is, and whether I think I’ll be leaving Tokyo tonight still as the International Champion. Tom Matheny: Err, yeah. That about covers it! Lexy Chapel: Ok, well let’s start from the beginning. What do I think about Kerry Windsor? I respect him. He’s been around this business for a while, he’s established, he’s a world class talent and a former Heavyweight Champion. You’d have to be pretty crazy to look down on someone like that, wouldn’t you? And I’ve been accused of a great many things, and the t-shirt probably doesn’t help promote an image of a wholesome entertainer – which is probably good, because, you know, that would be a lie, I’m very dirty – but being crazy hasn’t ever been one of them. As a result, tonight I know I’m going to have to work damn hard if I want to survive this match. Tom Matheny: Is that the goal then? You’re hoping to survive? Lexy Chapel: I’m hoping to do in Tokyo tonight the same thing I did in New York City two months ago, and that’s silence the critics, prove the cynics wrong and walk out of here tonight STILL the EXODUS Pro International Champion. As for whether I can do that... I don’t know. I’ve never faced Kerry. I’ve watched a lot of his videos though. I’ve spent hours watching match after match, trying to figure out what it is he’s most likely to do, trying to figure out if there’s anything he does that I can come up with a counter for, but you can watch a thousand tapes and you can have the best strategy in the world, but as so many have found to their horror when they’ve stepped in the ring with me, just because you know what’s coming doesn’t mean you can stop it. She shrugs apologetically before looking at the International title again. Lexy Chapel: So here’s the truth Tom, I don’t know if I’m going to walk out tonight with the championship. The truth is I don’t know if I can beat Kerry. I don’t know if tonight is going to be the final night of my championship reign. And if it is or if it isn’t then I don’t know what happens next, I don’t know who’s coming after me next, I don’t know what the future holds for me at all, but you want to know a secret? That’s what gets me excited. Because c’mon, if we already knew who was going to win tonight, if we already knew what was going to happen, if all of this was predetermined by some higher power, then really what would be the point in any of it? It’s the not-knowing that gets me excited. It’s the not-knowing that gets me pumped up. But I can make a few promises about tonight. Do you want to hear them? Tom Matheny: Of course. Lexy Chapel: Well, I’m going to give my best tonight. I’m going to leave everything I have in that ring tonight, win or lose. I’m going to push myself to my limits. And I’m not going to let anyone down tonight. God, how awesome would a dance number be right about now? You can just imagine it, can’t you? Sometimes it sucks that real life isn’t more like the movies. But that does remind me of one last promise: tonight, I promise that as long as I have an ounce of strength left, I’m going to keep fighting because while a whole bunch of people may be focused on Christum Furor, a whole bunch of people may be focused on the World Championship, my only focus is on this title right here! She takes the title off her shoulder and holds it up to the camera before kissing it happily and holding it like it’s a child, rocking it a little. Lexy Chapel: It’s ok baby, don’t worry, momma’s gonna fight for you... She looks up at the camera and smiles. Lexy Chapel: Oh, that’s right, I’m NOT crazy! Wouldn’t that be awesome though? Tom just smiles at her. Tom Matheny: Well, thank you for your time Mrs. Chapel. Lexy Chapel: You’re very welcome, Mr Matheny. She hugs the title and mouths the words ‘my precious’, stroking it jokingly, as we fade out to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: If there's two things Lexy Chapel has, it's a sense of humor and talent. Hopefully the second one will help her leave Korakuen Hall the International Champ. Seth Ericson: It's really funny, Dick. Last time we were here, she was in a dark match. Now she's defending that belt in a main match on this show later tonight! Dick Morosi: In the meantime, we've got another title match for you! Savannah Taylor goes for a history making third defense of the San Diego Bay Title when she defends against Jessica Lasiewicz next! Dick Morosi: Here we are set for our Exodus Pro San Diego Bay Championship Match as the champion, Savannah Taylor, takes on challenger Jessica Lasiewicz. Seth Ericson: Savannah Taylor has been gearing up for this match against Jessica Lasiewicz for weeks, tonight is her chance to cement her legacy as the San Diego Bay Champion. “…Wait, wait….” “Wait” by ZOEGirl begins to play over the PA system. The EXOScreen flashes to life as the phrase “Last Jones Standing” appears on the screen followed by the name “Jessica Lasiewicz.” A modest cheer erupts from the fans as Jessica Lasiewicz steps out onto the stage. You've been hurt, you've been lied to. You ran all your life just to get out of your shoes. But you settled in too soon; now your road is clearly dark. No room for any light to break through. Jessica raises her arms high into the air. After the pyro is over, she begins to make her way down towards the ring, looking determined, her eyes tense as they gaze towards the ring. You're on a mission to get even with the world. To give back all the pain you received, it's just too hard to believe that anything could make it better. Please don't let it end this way. You could wait another day. It's foolish games that players play. One choice can bring you so much ache. Please don't end up this way. There's got to be some other way. You could live without this mistake. So please wait. She steps up on the steel steps and then steps over to the middle of the ring apron where she poses once more for the fans to loud cheers. She then steps through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring as the music dies down. Dick Morosi: The challenger looks ready, Seth! Seth Ericson: Baby Lasiewicz better be, because she's about to face someone with a chip on her shoulder. The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries a solid black leather riding crop. She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor has been on a tear since joining Gods & Monsters, Seth. Seth Ericson: Savannah had a screw loose prior to this, but now she's even nuttier! I fear anyone who thinks they might pry that title off of her. Dick Morosi: And she's not wasting any time! She's gone right after Jessica! Savannah Taylor catches her opponent with a jumping kick to the stomach. Lasiewicz bends forward and Taylor grabs her, taking her over with a snap suplex. Taylor pulls Lasiewicz up, but Lasiewicz takes her down with a fireman's carry. Taylor gets up quickly, but steps right into a running cross-body block! Lasiewicz stays put for an early cover, as D'Artis Johnson counts. 1... 2... Kick out. Taylor kicks out and scrambles to her feet. Lasiewicz catches her with a kick to the ribs and goes for the Bad Moon Rising - but Taylor pushes her against the ropes. Lasiewicz bounces back and into a Backstabber from Taylor. Taylor pulls Lasiewicz up by the hair and whips her back down with a snapmare. Taylor stands on the bottom rope and drops down with a leg drop - but Lasiewicz rolls out of the way. Lasiewicz brings her up to her feet and hip tosses her down to the mat. Lasiewicz quickly climbs to the top rope - leaping off with the split-legged moonsault! She makes the cover, as Johnson counts. 1.. 2... Kick out! Dick Morosi: Jessica Lasiewicz with a near fall! Seth Ericson: It will take more than that to keep Savannah Taylor down! Taylor kicks out again and climbs quickly to her feet. Lasiewicz meets her with a few forearms, before whipping her into the corner. Lasiewicz comes running, but Taylor steps out with a Roundhouse Kick! Lasiewicz falls into the ropes and Taylor grabs her. She scoops Lasiewicz up and delivers a backbreaker. As Lasiewicz gets up, Taylor springboards off the 2nd rope and drives a knee into her back. She pulls Lasiewicz to the center of the ring and locks in the Camel Clutch! Dick Morosi: Jessica Lasiewicz has taken a lot of damage to her back - this is not where she wants to be! Seth Ericson: With that hold being locked in like that, I don't think ANYBODY would trade places with her right now! Taylor pulls back, stretching Jessica's back. The referee asks Jessica is she wants to submit, but waves her hand. She manages to get her legs under her and gets up to her knees. Taylor keeps her in a rear chin-lock as Lasiewicz fights to her feet. Taylor pulls Lasiewicz by the hair and brings her down to the mat with a headlock. Lasiewicz powers up to her feet again. Taylor pulls her by the hair again, taking her back to the mat. Lasiewicz is fading fast and is slow in her third attempt to get to her feet. Lasiewicz manages to get all the way up again - but before Taylor can take her down again, Lasiewicz slams an elbow into her opponent's stomach. Lasiewicz rears back and delivers another elbow. Taylor's grip loosens and Lasiewicz breaks free with a third elbow. Taylor stumbles back and Lasiewicz bounces off the ropes - coming back with Our Lady Peace! Lasiewicz signals to the crowd and climbs up the turnbuckles. Before she can leap off, Taylor jumps forward and shoves her foot. Lasiewicz falls forward, crashing into the mat. Taylor drops down for the cover. Ned Shannon slides in for the cover. 1... 2... Kick Out! Lasiewicz gets her shoulder up and Taylor starts to pull herself up using the ropes. Lasiewicz gets to her knees, favoring her back. Dick Morosi: Jessica Lasiewicz kicks out after a big spill from the top rope! Seth Ericson: She's got a lot guts - it's already proven to be to her advantage! Taylor stomps over to Lasiewicz and slaps her in the face. Lasiewicz falls onto her back and Taylor drops an elbow - but misses! Lasiewicz gets to her feet as Taylor gets up to her knees. Lasiewicz rears back and delivers a big slap of her own! Taylor scrambles to her feet and dives at Lasiewicz, sending them both through the ropes and to the apron. They both get to their feet and Lasiewicz slams an open-handed slap to Taylor's face, causing her to wobble. Taylor hangs onto the top rope to keep her balance. She rears back and smacks Lasiewicz with a slap of her own! Lasiewicz nearly falls, but manages to keep her footing. She leans waaaay back and slaps Taylor upside the head, causing her to fall to the floor. Taylor lands on her feet, but falls to her knees hard. She holds her knee as she edges herself across the floor. She climbs up to her feet and turns around. Lasiewicz runs down the apron and jumps - catching Taylor with a cross-body! Both women are down on the floor as Ned Shannon begins his count. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. Lasiewicz pulls on the ring apron to get to her feet. Taylor crawls to the ring steps, pulling herself upright. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10.. Taylor comes over to Lasiewicz and punches her in the chest. Before Lasiewicz can react, Taylor grabs her by the hair and slams her face into the apron. Lasiewicz nearly falls to her knees, and Taylor grabs her by the arm. She whips Lasiewicz into the guard-rail, Jessica crashing into it back-first. Lasiewicz falls to her knees and Savannah points in her face before slapping her in the face. 11.. 12.. 13.. 14.. 15.. Taylor pulls Lasiewicz to her feet. Lasiewicz breaks free and pushes Taylor into the apron. Taylor stumbles away, and Lasiewicz drops low with a chop-block before rolling back into the ring. Taylor drops down, holding her knees. 16.. 17.. 18.. 19.. Taylor gets to her feet and rolls inside. Lasiewicz pulls her up by the hair and smashes an elbow into her skull. Taylor falls to the mat. Lasiewicz climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and falls forward with a Diving Fist Drop! She goes to the corner and waits for Taylor to pull herself up. She signals to the crowd for the Bad Moon Rising! She dives forward, but Taylor drops down. Lasiewicz turns around and catches a shining wizard that lays her out! Taylor is slow to get to her feet, but Lasiewicz isn't moving at all. Taylor pulls Lasiewicz up to her knees and steps back. Taylor comes running with a big kick to the back! Lasiewicz tumbles forward and Taylor gets back up. She kicks Lasiewicz in the back hard enough for the sound to echo through the building. Dick Morosi: This has devolved into an out-and-out fight! Seth Ericson: Nobody said these lovely ladies were going to have a pretty match! Taylor kicks Lasiewicz in the back again, before pulling her up by the hair. She ignores the referee's warning and pulls her to the center of the ring. Taylor takes Lasiewicz back down with a belly-to-belly suplex! She makes the cover, as Ned Shannon counts. 1... 2... Kick out. Lasiewicz gets her foot on the ropes as Taylor gets up, frustrated. She complains to the referee, who assures her it was a rope break. Lasiewicz gets up quietly and charges down with another chop-block to the back of the knee! Taylor crashes to the mat, holding her knee in pain. Lasiewicz grabs Taylor's leg and drops an elbow to the inside. She gets up and grabs her leg again. She steps over with a Spinning Toe-Hold, wrenching the knee! Taylor screams, but refuses to give it up. Taylor gets her free leg up and shoves Jessica off and into the corner. Lasiewicz smashes into the turnbuckles and stumbles back. Taylor is there to meet her with a clothesline - but Lasiewicz throws a clothesline of her own! They both go down and roll over onto their sides to avoid being pinned. Ned Shannon starts his count. 1.. 2.. 3.. Taylor tries to rush to her feet, but her knee gives out. Lasiewicz sits up, but lays back down holding her back. 4.. 5.. 6.. Taylor gets to the corner and starts to pull herself up with the ropes, but she is unable to put weight on her wounded knee, causing her to slump down. Lasiewicz gets up on all fours. 7.. 8.. 9.. Taylor is on her feet, leaning in the corner. Lasiewicz gets to her knees and steps up. Lasiewicz turns and locks eyes with her opponent. Dick Morosi: This has been a knock-down, drag-out, bone-breaker encounter, just like we knew it would be! Seth Ericson: They're staring each other down - they're both going in for the kill! Taylor nails Lasiewicz with a pair of stiff forearm strikes, which land flush into her face. Taylor sends Lasiewicz into the corner hard as she staggers back as Talyor grabs Jessica's arms for the SIREN'S SONG! 1.. 2.. 3.. David Zinkus: The winner of this match...and STILL EXODUS PRO SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPION...Savannah Taylor!!! Seth Ericson: Jessica Lasiewicz doesn't look happy! WINNER (and STILL San Diego Bay Champion): Savannah TaylorDick Morosi: Jessica's undefeated streak came to an end rather quickly thanks to Savannah Taylor! Seth Ericson: Maybe she could use some of her father's luck in title matches here in EXODUS... Dick Morosi: Entirely possible. For now, let's head backstage. Backstage, Kliff Ulysses is covered in a sheen of sweat from his match as he chugs down a bottle of water. What he's met with, instead of a media contingent, friend, or even Tom Matheny, however, is... O'Shay Edwards: Check. This. Shit. Out. Kliff Ulysses! Three members of “The #Derontourage,” specifically the friends of Deron Franklin; O'Shay Edwards, Walt Franklin Jr, and DaShaun Thompson, have run into Kliff Ulysses in the backstage area. Their cockiness is obvious, even with only six words spoken so far. Walt Franklin Jr: Kliff Ulysses? I thought that dude was bigger in person! O'Shay Edwards: Shit no, homie. Kliff Ulysses is a little baby compared to our boy Deron! DaShaun Thompson: Y'all better hold me back, or I'm liable to crush him right now! Walt and O'Shay “hold back” DaShaun...right up until the moment Kliff moves, as up until then he had been frozen in...well, confusion is probably the appropriate word. He raises an eyebrow, and DaShaun quickly stops “trying” to get at the Humanoid Typhoon, taking a step backward. DaShaun Thompson: Nah man, this ain't the place for it! Deron gonna handle this fool in the ring. O'Shay Edwards: You damn right, DaShaun! Hey! If you man enough, Mister Humanoid Typhoon, Mister Run Like Hell – yeah, you gonna run like hell when you end up in the ring with Deron Franklin, that's for damn sure! Deron's gonna be after you soon enough! Just wait and see! Walt Franklin Jr: Ain't nothin' you can do about it! DaShaun Thompson: NOTHIN! The three back away, still talking, but all at the same time...and all at the same volume. It's only then that Tom Matheny comes up beside Kliff, and the two exchange looks. Tom Matheny: Kliff! Can I get a comment after that tough loss? Kliff looks at Tom, then looks off to where the Derontourage members were, then back to Tom. Kliff Ulysses: Just one. What the heck is a Dijon Franklin? Tom's eyebrows raise, but he simply shrugs before the shot cuts away. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 21, 2014 12:12:23 GMT -6
We cut backstage, and after leaving Korakuen Hall following his dark match earlier in the night, Carey Dean has returned to Korakuen with a blonde girl with him, looking at her with a bit of concern on his face. The girl, if anyone noticed from EXODUS on Twitter, is Cailey Carter; the sister of one of Jonathan's students, Cassidy Carter. With Cailey planning originally to fly to Japan to chastise Jon for not rescuing her sister, recent events turned the mood much somber for the trio. Carey Dean: So, uh...you saw it all then, right? I'm not sure Jon's gonna talk about it...much. Cailey Carter: I don't care what he does and does not want to talk about!! I want some goddamn answers!!! Carey sighs and quickly takes his hands and moves her to the wall by her shoulders, almost aggressively. Carey Dean: So what you saw on the internet wasn't your answer? Your sister has been screwed out of her goddamn brain, blue eyes! She's...something. She may not even be your sister. Cailey doesn't flinch as she is pushed, the fire in her eyes as her answer is almost instant. Cailey Carter: She will ALWAYS be my sister!! I don't give a damn what that psycho did to her, I KNOW my sister is still in there somewhere, and I want to go and get her!! Carey Dean: Then don't be stupid! Don't go alone. Just...let me show you something. The two walk a little deeper into the world famous Korakuen Hall, and making sure nobody notices them, he opens a door quietly, showing Jonathan Collins' office for the night. Maps, pictures, books all stack the room. Carey Dean: He's helping you, Darrin Stearns, and Angela Jameson. All three of you have been wronged and had someone important taken or corrupted. He's running himself so ragged, I don't think he's seen his wife tonight, and she's going for the World Title against one of the biggest maniacs in EXODUS. You think he's just sitting back? That man is stretched so thin, I think his daughter is starting to resent him. Cailey...please. Cailey looks around the room, taking in the whole scene almost in awe as she realizes how hard they have been working. Her eyes never leave the walls of the office as her answer comes slowly. Cailey Carter: Do you ever think you might be over-thinking this all? I mean, there is something to be said with a full frontal assault. Just confronting her, reminding her who her REAL family is. We've done everything except actually talking to her. Carey Dean: I've talked to him about that. Jonathan's...he's concerned. From what I gather, he used to be in a cult himself. He knows Rachel, he knows how she works. He's afraid confronting Cassidy head on could do more psychological harm than good. That...and I think he's afraid to see what she's become. Carey stops and looks at her. Carey Dean: But I've got a pipe and a bad attitude. If you wanna go to Knoxville, I got your back. You, me, we do it shotgun style. She turns to him and smiles for the first time in weeks. It is a weak smile, but she forces it for his benefit. Cailey Carter: Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate...ALL of this... She says as she takes another look around the office. Cailey Carter: But...I am tired of talking. I am tired of watching my sister fall deeper and deeper into this pit of lies. Every moment we sit in this office, planning and scheming and plotting, is another moment that Rachel has over us. We need to go! We need to fix this...NOW!!! Carey Dean: You're right, and I've been saying that to him. Will you at least talk to him like you promised? Cailey Carter: "I am so tired of talk Carey. If I go and talk to him, he will just try to talk me out of going. I will NOT be talked out of this!!" Cailey Carter: Jon's...he's a guardian. He bailed me out of jail about a month ago after I did some stupid things. I ain't sayin' he's perfect because lord knows he ain't, but I think if you talk to him, you'll see that he's trying. I know what Cass means to him, blue eyes. This is killing him, really. He's been holed up in here all day, researching how to undo what she's done. Cailey sighs as she runs a hand over her face, finally pinching the bridge of her nose. Cailey Carter: Fine...take me to Jon. Carey opens the door a little more, and there's Jonathan Collins, looking up at her. Even his own eyes appear red, frustrated with his failures. Jonathan Collins: You both need to be more discreet with your discussion. I'll cut you a deal. Go to Knoxville. Take him though. The last thing you need is to be taken into that fold. He's not much of a wrestler yet, but he's a fighter. If it doesn't work, will the two of you meet me in San Diego and try this my way? Cailey Carter: I'm going one way or the other. She says it with fire, but is suddenly softened as Jon looks up at her with those broken eyes and quickly adds to it in a softer tone. Cailey Carter: But, if it will make you feel better, I will take Carey with me. Again she pauses as she turns to Carey. Cailey Carter: As long as he doesn't hold me back or try to talk me out of this!! Jonathan Collins: I can assure you Mr. Caldwell won't talk you out of it. He's been trying to get me to do the same thing for the better part of the past two weeks. Carey looks at her and shrugs. Jonathan Collins: Cailey, my heart goes out to you, I swear it does. I just do not want the same fate to meet you that happened to her. My goal is to get her safely back into where I can keep her safe and hopefully undo the damage Rachel's done. To do that, you're going to have to put a level of faith and trust into me. I know how hard that sounds right now, but it must be done. Cailey sighs again as she tries not to berate the man she for weeks now assumed was doing nothing. He had proven her wrong, but she was not ready to play the waiting game quite yet. Cailey Carter: We will try it my way first. IF that fails...we will try your way! Jonathan Collins: Thank you. Now the both of you head off, and if you have any problems, Carey, for the love of God call Zinkus or Tseng. Carey smirks as he reaches back into his jacket and produces a pipe. Carey Dean: Don't worry...blue eyes an' I have an equalizer for the Hot Topic Twins. Carey smirks as Jon shakes his head and we go back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: My heart goes out to Jonathan Collins right now. You can tell he's reaching a breaking point. Seth Ericson: Things have become incredibly personal with him and Rachel Foxx's Sinistry. Given everything going on, here's hoping they don't find us next. Dick Morosi: Given everything we have going on, like the things going on in the next match, we've got enough on our plate. Zack Lifer meets Justin Brooks...next! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... 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. David Zinkus: From Newark, New Jersey, and weighing in at 202lbs, he is ZACK LIFER! And now, introducing his opponent... "TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." [Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks! [Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide A large chorus of boos erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on his lips as he places his hands on his waist. “By Any Means” by Wale continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd as run his tongue over the front of his teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. The bell rings, and the two men slowly circle each other in the ring. After a few passes, they lock up, with Brooks quickly overpowering Lifer, slipping behind the smaller man and locking him in a waist lock. Almost effortlessly, he hoists Lifer into the air, bringing him crashing down with a massive German Suplex. Dick Morosi: He we are ladies and gentlemen, and detention is in session. Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks turning up the heat early, taking Lifer over with a massive German Suplex scant seconds into this match. Brooks keeps the lock on, and drags Lifer to a seated position, and applies a Half Nelson Choke, his massive bicep almost threatening to pop Zack’s head clean off. Lifer desperately tries to fight out of the hold, but is helpless as Justin drags him up to his feet, before sending him up and over once more, this time with a Release Half Nelson Choke Suplex, sending Lifer flying across the ring. Dick Morosi: Justin just gave Lifer a free ticket on Brooks Airlines! Brooks gets triumphantly back to his feet, and makes his way to a corner, resting a moment, his eyes square on Lifer. Zack, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head, slowly uses the opposite ring corner to climb to his feet. Brooks charges forward as Zack almost reaches standard, leaping into the air for a massive Body Avalanche, only for Lifer to dive out of the corner at the last second, the padding for the top turnbuckle getting driven into Brooks’ chest. Brooks quickly spins, clutching his chest, only to be met by Lifer’s twin boots planting themselves over his heart as Zack connects with a massive Dropkick. Seth Ericson: I thought Lifer was out of it before we even got going. He looks like he’s already pulling out his reserves. Lifer starts calling for Brooks to meet him in the centre of the ring, and the staggered Justin comes stumbling out of the corner. Zack goes for a lariat, but Brooks ducks it, slipping behind Lifer and going for another Waist Lock. Lifer quickly starts trying to fight out, sending elbows back into the side of Justin’s head. Brooks gradually releases his grip, allowing Lifer to burst free and run into the ropes. He comes back, only to be met with a Bearhug from Brooks, before being sent flying with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Dick Morosi: And there’s the return flight! Brooks explodes back onto his feet with a roar, charging down the grounded Lifer and hitting him with a massive Guillotine Leg Drop, dropping his calf square across Zack’s throat. He stays seated, leg oustretched, as the Dan Arnouil starts the pinfall. ONE TWO TH- Kickout! Lifer gets a shoulder up at the last moment. Brooks gives the ref a cold stare, before getting back to his feet, grabbing a fistful of Lifer’s hair and dragging him up with him. He quickly hooks him him, and hoists him into the air, holding him aloft in a Vertical Suplex hold. Holding Lifer aloft, Brooks lets go with his stabilising arm, holding Lifer aloft with one arm, using the other the rile up the crowd, baiting them into a roaring, stamping horde, before finally dropping backwards, driving Lifer’s skull to the mat with a colossal Brainbuster. Seth Ericson: What strength from the Big Bad Brooks. He nearly drove Lifer right through the ring with that one. Brooks rolls on top of Lifer for the pinfall. ONE TWO THR- Lifer just creeps an arm up at the last possible moment. Shaking his head, Brooks just gets straight back to his feet, taking Lifer by the shorts and hoisting him up to. Without missing a beat, he lifts Lifer up above his head in a Military Press, holding him aloft for the crowd to see. Quickly, Lifer starts kicking his legs, trying to wriggle out of the hold, eventually doing so and dropping behind Justin. He pushes hard, sending Brooks into the ropes. Brooks comes back hard, however, going for a big Lariat, only for Zack to see it coming and strike with a Low Dropkick, kicking Justin’s legs out from under him. Dick Morosi: Big opportunity for Zack here, let’s see if he can take advantage of it. Justin is quickly back on all fours, but Lifer follows up his assault with a quick Enzuigiri to the side of Brooks’ head. Lifer sits there a moment, catching his breath. He allows a smug grin to briefly cross his face, before diving on Brooks for the pin. ONE Brooks throws Lifer off of him with a massive thrusting Bench Press. Lifer quickly gets to his feet, assessing the situation as Brooks takes a moment to sit and catch his breath. Sensing an opportunity, Lifer bounces of the ropes, taking Brooks down to the mat with a Running Knee Smash. Without breaking a beat, he darts up a ringpost, and eyes up the recumbent Brooks. He starts firing up the crowd, getting them on side, as Justin slowly climbs to his feet. With a final nod to the roaring crowd, Lifer flies through air in a Diving Crossbody... BUT BROOKS CATCHES HIM, AND QUICKLY WHIPS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A POWERSLAM! Seth Ericson: Lifer wanted to fly, Dick, but Brooks just brought him crashing back down to earth. Both men are laying flat out in the ring, Justin catching his breath, Zack struggling to regain his senses. Slowly, Zack starts to get to his feet, using the ropes to help him up. He stops and looks at Brooks, still laying out on the mat. A smirk crosses his lips once more, one that quickly disappears as Brooks kips up, landing with a roar directed straight at the dazed Lifer. Trying to cut off the momentum, Zack staggers forward but Brooks quickly intercepts him, taking him out with a massive Spear. Justin stands straight back up, bringing Zack with him, before sending him crashing straight back down to the mat with a Spinebuster. Dick Morosi: That’s got to be it. No way Lifer is coming back from this. Brooks drags Lifer up, and drapes him over his shoulders. With a flex of his muscles, he climbs up to the second rope. He shouts out to the crowd, calling for the Hook ‘N Ladder. He flexes once more, stretching Lifer once more. Justin starts the transition into the Hook ‘N Ladder, but Lifer slips free, dropping down, and hooking Brooks up with a Second Rope. Arnouil drops to the mat, and starts the count. ONE TWO LIFER GET BOTH HIS FEET UP ON THE ROPE FOR EXTRA LEVERAGE! THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout by way of pinfall... ZACK LIFER! Dick Morosi: Lifer steals the win! Lifer steals the win! Seth Ericson: Damn straight he did. Oh wait, what’s this now? The Imperial March plays over the PA system, heralding the entrance into the arena of none other than Cleon Gray. This appearance sends Lifer into a rage, as he charges to the ropes, and starts shouting at Gray. A broad smile plays across Cleon’s lips, as he brings the mic to his mouth. Cleon Gray: Mister Lifer, please calm yourself. I, in fact, have only three words to say to you. Cleon stops, waiting for Zack to stop and listen. Slowly, and deliberately, Cleon brings the microphone back to his lips. Cleon Gray: Look behind you. Unsure, Zack turns around, only to be met with a massive Reminder from Brooks, sending him crashing to the mat. Cleon laughs a little. Cleon Gray: Mister Brooks, please initiate Punishment Strategy Epsilon if you’d be so kind. With a silent nod, Brooks suddenly kicks Lifer hard to the side of the head. He rolls out of the ring, and retrieves a table from under the ring, before sliding it in under the ring ropes. Seeing Lifer is beginning to stir, Brooks leaps on him, quickly locking in the Flashover. Lifer struggles, but to no avail. Dan Arnouil moves to try and break up the hold. Cleon Gray: Mister Arnouil, I hope you’re not planning on interfering with one of my authorised discipline sessions. Thinking better of it, Dan steps back, looking away from the carnage. Meanwhile, Lifer looks like he’s passed out in the hold, as Brooks defiantly releases his grip. He quickly sets the table up, before lifting the unconscious Lifer aloft, and once more climbing the turnbuckles, Zack draped over his shoulders. He climbs up to the top this time, balancing precariously. Dick Morosi: Dammit Brooks, don’t do this. Don’t go over to the Dark Side! Without even a grunt of effort, Justin drops off the top rope with a Hook N’ Ladder, driving Lifer through the table. Seth Ericson: Well. That was... Well. In silence, without a hint of emotion, Brooks stands up, leaving Lifer tagged in the remains in the table. He exits the ring as the Imperial March starts to play once more, and the camera fades to... WINNER: Zack Lifer |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 21, 2014 12:10:17 GMT -6
A video package now begins! It features all the stars of EXODUS Pro, and... We're coming home...Oh, here you are
There's nothing left to say
You're not supposed to be that way
Did they push you out?
Did they throw you away?
Touch me now and I don't care
When you take me, I'm not there
Almost human, but I'll never be the same... SEPTEMBER 15TH AT THE RIMAC, LIVE ON IPPV! We're back to Dick and Seth! Dick Morosi: Look at that! We're back home in San Diego for our next iPay Per View event, Long Way Down! Seth Ericson: EXODUS has been around the world the past few months, showing people in Northern California, New York City, and Japan just how we're the best crop of talent in the business, but San Diego knew first and foremost, and now we're back home! All three EXPRO On FX episodes will be live from the RIMAC and I'll be honest...it's good to be home! Dick Morosi: You'll see the best pro wrestling in the industry on those shows, and matches like this upcoming one! The Ultimate Entertainer himself, Kliff Ulysses, is going up against the Smartest Man In Wrestling, Chuck Matthews...and it's next! David Zinkus: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first... 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. David Zinkus: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds... 'The Smartest Man In Wrestling'... CHUCK! MATTHEWS! Casually, Chuck begins his walk towards the ring. He moves calmly, but quickly, making no effort to interact with fans until he reaches the apron. At this point, he climbs up, leaning with his back against the ropes, looking out at the crowd. He winks, and steps between the ropes before climbing one of the corners. He raises his arms in his signature horns before hopping down. He rolls his wrists and neck, waiting for the match to begin. David Zinkus: And his opponent... That whiny guitar scratch echoes in. Winding and cutting until slowly it gives way to a rhythm. As the guitar picks 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: Chuck Matthews coming off an impressive win over Demento. Kliff Ulysses meanwhile will surely be looking to make up for the last EXPRO, where unfortunate circumstances kept him out his scheduled four corners match with Joey Edwards, Zack Lifer and Jessica Lasiewicz. As the bell rings the two men dance around each other, each looking for an opening. Slowly, Chuck raises a hand for a test of strength. Kliff raises an eyebrow at him, suspecting shenanigans, but ultimately accepts and they interlace their fingers. They jostle back and forth, Matthews' stouter frame versus Ulysses' greater leverage evening out closely. Kliff redoubles his efforts and pushes Chuck back towards the ropes; Chuck, in turn, responds by digging deep and backing Kliff across to the other side of the ring. Dick Morosi: Both very intelligent men, both very measured. Seth Ericson: But they fight in very different gears. Dick Morosi: And they have very different attitudes towards showmanship, to boot! Kliff is now looking to transition this test of strength into something else, going first for a wristlock, then a rear waistlock. Standing switch from Chuck, who stamps Kliff's heel out and forces him down into an armbar. Ulysses pats his hand around on the hold, trying to feel his way to a way to break the grip. But Chuck pulls back, both wrenching the hold more and forcing Kliff to have to work harder to prise the fingers away. Chuck slams a knee into the back of Kliff's neck, but that gives Kliff the energy to rise to his haunches and try to pull Chuck forward. Chuck goes for another knee strike but Kliff twists sideways, taking him off balance, and manages to find a snapmare to both break the hold and dump Chuck onto his behind! Kliff jumps to his feet and swings a stiff kick at Chuck's head - but Matthews predicts it and responds with a sudden rollup! ONE! Kliff powers out. Seth Ericson: First pin attempt of the match goes to Chuck Matthews, but it doesn't even score a two count. Dick Morosi: Still early days. The quicker Kliff is first to his feet and he starts punishing Chuck with fast strikes, forcing the Second City native against the ropes. With Matthews reeling, Ulysses smoothly takes him back to the centre of the ring with a snap suplex, then floats over into a stalling knee drop right to the face. He backrolls to his feet and leaps straight into an elbow drop, pauses to showboat to the crowd for a moment, then hooks a leg. ONE! TWO! Kickout. Dick Morosi: The pin attempt returned there, and Chuck out at two. That moment of playing to the fans unlikely to have cost Kliff Ulysses here but it's still not what you'd call great strategy. Kliff scouts Chuck as he rises, and jumps towards him - leaping DDT! NO! The Smartest Man In Wrestling blocks it, roaring with the effort, and throws Kliff into an atomic drop! While Kliff drops to his knees holding his crotch, Chuck psyches himself up and throws a running facewash kick into Kliff's forehead that nearly turns The Ultimate Entertainer inside out. Matthews drops to one knee for a moment, chest huffing as he tries to get his breath back. Slowly, as he looks Kliff up and down, he gets into a three point stance and tenses his muscles. Dick Morosi: Matthews clearly has the Hollywood Impact in mind! Seth Ericson: Spear after a low blow? Ouch. As Kliff stands up, Chuck darts forward - but clearly Ulysses catches sight of him, because he backs up into the ropes. Chuck hits the brakes, and Kliff immediately leaps off the ropes with a springboard enzuigiri. But Chuck ducks that and as Kliff lands, drops him with a snap neckbreaker! He makes another cover attempt. ONE! TWO! Kickout. Seth Ericson: Both of these men have been on rolls lately. You have to think there are a lot of management eyes on this match. Dick Morosi: Exactly. Both of them are very smart, very tough competitors and a win over either one is a big deal. Tonight, one of them gets just that, Chuck is remaining in control right now, with muay thai strikes keeping Kliff off balance. A big elbow spins Kliff around 180, and Chuck grabs him around the midriff, and launches him into the air with a massive release German! Ulysses lands on the back of his neck, but he still pushes himself upright. Dick Morosi: Impressive fortitude from Kliff Ulysses right here! Fortitude alone isn't always enough, though, and he's promptly dumped right back on his face with a drop toehold. Matthews grabs the legs and starts twisting them into the Cryptic Cross. Seth Ericson: Matthews may be about to make the EXODUS original tap out, and what a statement that would be! Dick Morosi: No question! Realising what's coming, Kliff kicks with everything he's got, and catches Chuck right on the ass to push him away. He kips up as Matthews turns, and they charge at each other. Kliff aims low with a legsweep; Chuck aims high with a diving clothesline. They both miss. Chuck bounces off the ropes and comes back, but Kliff is waiting and catches him with a dropkick right to the mush! Matthews stumbles, and Ulysses knocks him flat with a spinning heel kick. This time it's Kliff's turn to take advantage of his opponent being downed to catch his breath, but he can't help playing to the fans a little as he does so. Chuck gets to his hands and knees; Kliff connects with a high running knee to send him back down. Dick Morosi: The veteran in control now, and he may be too fast paced for the more methodical Matthews to find an opening. The Ultimate Entertainer starts peppering his opponent with kicks all over the body, keeping Chuck unbalanced and unable to protect himself. But as Kliff hears a fan cheer out "Let's go Kliff!" he turns with a big grin to look for them, and Chuck takes the chance to push himself up with gritted teeth. He swings a punch which rocks Kliff, but Kliff comes back with one of his own, harder. He starts elbowing and chopping Matthews hard, backing him right into the corner with his SHOWTIME! combo. He gears up for the final jumping elbow strike... it connects! Chuck takes a couple of steps out of the corner, then teeters forward and faceplants onto the mat. Kliff spreads his arms, then hits the ropes and connects with a Cunny knee drop. By this point the "Let's go Kliff!" chant has caught on, even amongst the fans who don't speak much English. The Ultimate Entertainer favours them with a smile and hops up on the middle rope, waving his hands almost as if conducting the symphony of cheers. Seth Ericson: Kliff Ulysses in firm control, but Chuck Matthews is not the kind of man you want to give thinking time to... Kliff continues having fun with the fans for a while, then finally drops down from the ropes and turns back to his opponent... WHO CUTS HIM IN HALF WITH A SPEAR! Dick Morosi: HOLLYWOOD IMPACT! HOLLYWOOD IMPACT CONNECTS! Chuck wastes not a single second as he hooks both legs deep. ONE! TWO! THREE! Seth Ericson: Chuck Matthews does it! Matthews overcomes one of EXODUS' most iconic names! Dick Morosi: He suggested recently that he might be willing to sell his services to the highest bidder, and no doubt he'll have plenty of attention on him after tonight! WINNER: Chuck MatthewsDick Morosi: This has to be an upset! Chuck Matthews gets one over on Kliff Ulysses! Seth Ericson: I'm a little stunned myself! I didn't see this one coming at all! Dick Morosi: Chuck Matthews is your big winner...while he celebrates, let's go backstage! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 21, 2014 11:59:08 GMT -6
The lighting structures illuminating Korakuen Hall suddenly dim to nothingness, with the exception of the EXIT signs and a few lights around the tunnel which blink in response to the introductory alarm sirens, and drums that drown out the entire venue. Suddenly, a wave of boos fills the arena, serving as the welcoming committee to the faction behind the music as “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot blares throughout the P.A. system to signal the arrival of Gods & Monsters. "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!" As a large, bright spotlight shines down on the entrance tunnel, the silhouette of the infamous leader of the self-proclaimed “Leaders of the Enlightened Future” manifests on the curtains. Without a moment’s delay, the EXODUS World Champion passes through the velvet barrier and into the vantage point of the audience. He dawns his ominous burlap sack, though the rest of his attire is void of anything as extravagant. He’s already clothed in his ring tights, and boots, but what is striking is the message spraypainted on his bare chest - “FATE” is artfully placed in a bolded black across his sternum, while his most important accoutrement, the EXODUS World Championship hangs in his right hand. Emerging behind him are the two pillars of the New Age, one being Savannah Taylor who carries the San Diego Bay Championship, while they other is The Last Magician, Sally Talfourd. As they stand on either side of him, Christum Furor drops his head back and outstretches his arms far past his sides in his trademark crucifix pose, prompting his disciples to follow suit to a vociferous chorus of jeers. Dick Morosi: And here comes the group that has plagued EXODUS for months now, Seth. Gods & Monsters has terrorized this company since it’s inception and one can only hope that the Sekigun can rise up to finish them off once and for all. Seth Ericson: That’s the challenge presented to Jessica Lasiewicz, WEAPON, and Fiona Collins. They have the support of the entire roster and just about everyone in this arena - but those odds haven’t stopped these guys in the past. The three figures commence their saunter down the entrance ramp, Furor refusing to even acknowledge the teaming masses of humanity on either side of him, rather he maintains his trek to the ring. As Savannah and Sally slide into the ring, the malevolent, and nefarious Michigander opts to ascend the steel stairs, doing so in a slow and rhythmical fashion before ducking through the ropes and entering the ring. All three members of G&M are already equipped with microphones, which they intend to use as they’re theme tune begins to dwindle and fade into the background. ”Pulse of the Maggots” is immediately replaced with the sound of harsh boos and jeers, a response the faction has become accustomed to at this point, a fact that is made apparent as they drink in the backlash from the teeming masses filling the historic venue. Upon waiting for the noise to die down, Savannah Taylor steps forward as she has done so on numerous occasions in the past, taking the challenge of addressing the hot crowd first. Savannah Taylor: Do you realize how lucky you people are tonight? Do you? You are about to bear witness to wrongs being righted, the silence of a false hero, and also history. Tonight you get to see Christum Furor walk out of Japan with his EXODUS World Title still around his waist, stopping Princess Fiona. Tonight you get to see a woman who, in my opinion was shut out of her rightful International Title shot, Sally Talfourd take on the current incarnation of a representation of false hopes and dreams in WEAPON. The Japanese crowd is in obvious disagreement with the Las Vegas Siren, who merely shakes her head as she continues to speak. Savannah Taylor: Tonight you people are going to witness history when I step into the ring to defend my San Diego Bay championship. The only downside of this match is that I have to face the daughter of one of the friends of Jonathan Collins. If you wanted to know how she even was granted an EXODUS contract, there is your answer. When I walk in and WHEN I beat Jessica, you will be looking at the longest reigning San Diego Bay champion in EXODUS history. I’ve FINALLY achieved something of historic importance, and do you think the front office even cares? Do you think anyone will even RECOGNIZE what I will do after it happens? No they will not. The blonde lowers the microphone as her eyes narrow. She pauses for a minute to collect herself as she speaks once more. Savannah Taylor: People won’t congratulate me, people won’t recognize what I have achieved here tonight. Why? Because I am not one of the company favorites. I am not a Lexy Chapel. I am not a Sydney Christensen. I am not a Fiona Collins, thank GOD for that. I am Savannah Taylor and I am YOUR San Diego Bay champion. After tonight, when I make history, you will have no choice but to show me the respect that I have earned. If not? Prepare for some very uncomfortable times very soon. With that, Savannah steps back, allowing Sally Talfourd to step forward. The Last Magician is met with immense heat that garners a frustrated shaking of the head. It takes a while for the spectators to calm themselves, and Sal-Tal patiently waits until they do so before offering her sentiment. Sally Talfourd: Before I go much further, I just want everyone here to take a moment. Take a moment to look where you are … who you’re next to … check your seat number and your ticket … There’s an audible silence and shuffling as a majority of the people in attendance do it. Maybe there’s a prize involved? Sally Talfourd: I want you to do that so that you remember the details. The minutiae of one of ‘those’ moments. You know the kind I’m talking about. One of ‘those’ moments, The moments you remember forever. The moments you tell your kids about, and then your grandkids, in some vain attempt to not only become part of ‘that’ moment but also part of ‘that’ history. For tonight … tonight is one of ‘those’ moment. A moment that will change this company. A moment that will change this business. A moment that will change everyone! The crowd start to try and heckle Sally. She holds up her hand to settle them down, a dizzying, almost euphoric smile across her face. Sally Talfourd: No, listen to me. Tonight, you are the fortunate. You are the blessed. You are the freed! Gods and Monsters - tonight - will set you free. Tonight, the slavery and the tyranny and the subjugation imposed by Jonathan Collins and his merry band of sheeple comes to an end. And no! It’s not just you, my adoring fans … Sally rushes to the side of the ring in a dizzying blaze of flurry and action and excitement. Sally Talfourd: No, it’s for the wrestlers here who - like we all were once - are still feeling the yoke of the Collins. Tonight we free Exodus from them. One by one, we will do our part. Christum will eliminate Fiona from any foreseeable future. Savannah here will remove that last vestige of hope for the future that that pathetic little band have. And me? I will disarm the WEAPON that they rely so much on. Together, Gods and Monsters will break down the walls … shatter the glass ceiling … ascend the mountain and show you all the world that you’ve longed so much for! This rallying cry from Sally is only met with hostility, resentment, and anger. The boo’s and the hisses that come across the arena might deter a weaker-willed person. But not a God, nor a Monster. Sally Talfourd: It’s OK, my friends. It’s OK to be scared. It’s OK to try and resist. You’ve been conditioned to - brainwashed even! I was like you. But, then this saviour of a man and this messiah of a woman opened my eyes … and now I’m free! They showed me the way of Gods and they showed me the way of Monsters, and I saw what needed to be done. So, tonight, I dedicate all of our efforts to you, my darling fans. I dedicate it all to you. To you and your suffering. To you and your heartache. To you and your yearning. Your suffering will not be in vain! We will free you, and it begins tonight. Tonight is the night that you won’t forget! As The Last Magician finishes her spiel, the EXODUS World Champion steps into the limelight. The heat is tremendous for the EXODUS World Champion who surveys the situation, looking over both shoulders his head visibly spinning as he listens to the crowd’s audible antipathy. Draping his title over his shoulder, Christum waits for the audience to die down, then raises the mic to begin his grandiloquent grandstanding. Christum Furor: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…. The jeers quickly and loudly fill Korakuen Hall, as the crowd tries to drown out the five words that are certain to follow in his opening line. Christum Furor: WELCOME… TO…. THE NEW…. AGE! The World Champion is pleased by the response he hears. It is music to his hears and he can’t get enough of it deep down. Christum Furor: And is it not fate and happenstance that would bring me to this time and place, in a familiar venue, against a familiar opponent? And WHAT man is, and what man does, is determined by the conditions, circumstances and environments he dwells him. And since man can change both himself and his actions, therefore he is the architect of what his fate is to be. So have I not created this existence? Is this not my doing? Fiona Collins versus Christum Furor for the EXODUS World Championship in the historic Korakuen Hall - IS THIS NOT APART OF MY GRAND SCHEME? Indeed it is. Confused, the crowd quiets down, waiting intently for the madman to elaborate. Christum Furor: That is because I have changed myself. For man to undergo such a profound metamorphosis such as my own, he must change his thought, because man is mind, and the mind controls man. This phenomenon cannot be reached without changing the purpose of one’s life, because every action is consciously and subconsciously inspired by the purpose held in his view. And my thoughts were changed by pain. Pain enlightened me to the inconsistencies of this corrupt world, and of the fraudulent and hypocritical natures of those we hold with high regard. The heroes you love wear masks of inherency and morality in public, but cease their masquerade behind closed doors where they do their best work. Behind the scenes is where they work their political magic, where they foster their propaganda, where they manipulate, exploit, and extirpate the people around them, along with their dreams and humanity. But what’s done in the dark ALWAYS comes to light. The madman slowly removes the burlap sack which conceals his countenance, revealing a psychotic wide-eyed presence which is plastered in his facial features. Christum Furor: And WE are the LIGHT. We are Gods & Monsters and we have illuminated professional wrestling, revealing the identities and idiosyncrasies of those who hide in the shadows. We have shown you how heroic your sages truly are. We have revealed Jonathan Collins to be a corrupt politician who profiteers from our pain to make himself richer. We have shown you the vindictive disposition possessed by Fiona Collins, a woman who preaches about loving EXODUS when in reality she only loves the members of her conglomerate. No. What Fiona loves is stroking Jonathan’s ego, and adding to her own which is why her soul purpose in life is to pursue superficial validation at all costs. Is that not why she has deserted YOU so many times in the past when she has failed to achieve her selfish ambitions? And what of WEAPON? A man who hides behind a facade and an illusion - a beautiful subterfuge, yet a failed misdirection because we know who he really is. Furor cackles as the crowd hangs on the edge of his words, anticipating the revelation to the identity of the EXODUS Failsafe Program. Christum Furor: He’s a hired gun sent to prevent us from changing this broken system. He’s no different than his predecessors, Kliff Ulysses and Andreas Lasiewicz. Friends and enemies who concealed themselves in lies at the beck and call of a businessman. They continue to target us and for what? For telling the truth? For dedicating our lives to something bigger than ourselves? I am not a plague on professional wrestling, I am the CURE. I am the vaccination for the diseases that harvest on our organs. I am removing the cancers that threaten our vitality. But my philanthropy has been tainted by their propaganda. They have made me out to be everything that I am not, hoping their malevolent campaigns would deter me from my divine crusade but they have FAILED! They have failed time and time again to knock me off my path, but it hasn’t been for lack of trying. Furor shakes his head in disappointment, recalling those times crystal clear now. Christum Furor: They sent my own friend and a man I regarded as my brother to eradicate my beliefs in a Shattered Dreams Deathmatch, but my reveries remained. And I wear the mental scars of that encounter every day! I even bared them against The Morning Star who had the entire world believing he had buried me alive in his hatred, and in my angst. BUT I AM ALIVE! I have survived these near death encounters to stand here before you, flanked by the pillars of the enlightened future, and I CONTINUE to sit on on my throne wearing THE CROWN OF THORNS! I have overcome this adversity due to my pain - a pain that unlocked the hidden powers of my mind, allowing me to evolve from my restrictions and limits to ascend into the SAVIOR OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! The audience boos the statement, but the self-proclaimed GodKing continues on, paying them no heed. Christum Furor: But they reject their MESSIAH, the one who constantly pays the price for their sins! Why? Because they love their wickedness and vices, they love the broken system more than they appreciate what he is trying to accomplish. Their fear of change, and their trepidation of having all of their fleeting accomplishments and statuses made null and void by the future has forced them into desperate acts. They work to preserve what they know, so they have sent THE SERAPH once again to kill me. Almost a year ago it was HERE in Korakuen Hall where Fiona Collins defeated Magnus Gunner! HOWEVER, when the former fell, Christum Furor rose from his demise equipped with absolute intellect and infinite foresight. I have opened all three eyes, and with them I have seen EVERY possible future. I have seen my FATE, FIONA. YOUR fate and OURS because fate is a manifestation of MY will and MY will is stronger than YOURS! And THAT is the reason why I will not fail tonight. I cannot and I will not. Furor turns to look at Savannah, bringing their heads together as he looks her right in the eyes. Christum Furor: I will not fail you Savannah Taylor. You are the monolith that has withstanded their storms, standing tall as you continue to burden the needs of our NEW AGE on your shoulders without complaint. He turns to Sally now, doing the same as their foreheads touch, the madman staring right into the windows that lead to her soul. Christum Furor: I will not fail you Sally Talfourd. They reduced you to rubble but from those same pebbles you built yourself into a monolith that will NEVER be torn down AGAIN! He turns back to the crowd now, pointing out into the outskirts of Korakuen Hall. Christum Furor: And I will not fail any of you… those standing in the rafters, those residing backstage, and those watching at home who have lost their voice. KNOW THAT I AM YOUR VOICE! I am the voice of the new generation, and my word is GOSPEL! What I speak comes into EXISTENCE! And I promise you that they will NEVER silence ME! I have built something that can NEVER BE DESTROYED! They cannot destroy what they DID NOT CREATE! But they will try… Jessica Lasiewicz… WEAPON… Fiona Collins… they will try to kill Gods & Monsters tonight but they will find out that we are IMMORTAL! We are the HOMO SAPIENS! WE are the CHANGING of the GUARD! WE have torn down the old world and have rebuilt it in the exalted and pristine likeness of an actual deity! The sociopathic champion descends head into a three quarter pose, his disheveled locks hanging over his visage as he speaks into the mic to offer his final remark. Christum Furor: And HIS name is CHRISTUM FUROR! As the boos rain down on the three figures in the ring, Taylor, Talfourd, and Furor strike crucifix poses for a brief moment, whilst the camera cuts backstage. An unseen man in a black antique suit jacket over a light hooded sweatshirt remained backstage, placing his ear to a door backstage with the hood covering his facial features from the rest of the world watching diligently to find out what was indeed happening. His body was drenched in the shadows of the hallway, his mind dark and maniacal inside that head of his, medium-length dark brown hair sticking out from the top of the hood.  : That’s right, little canary. Talk for me. Tell me everything. The madman smirked, his cheshire grin showing through the darkness with a light menacing chuckle as he listened in on the conversation, eavesdropping on the secret planning being held in the opposite room. The crowd watched intently as we panned over to see the words addressed on that door, embossed into the plaque - ‘Cleon Gray’s Office.’ As the camera watched such a logo, a faint yet audible voice could be heard behind the heavy material, a boo beginning to rise. Cleon Gray: ...tonight is supposed to be a grand night for us all and I can only hope that you are fully aware of what's expected of you. Expected of you all, for that matter. Failure is not an option and I refuse to accept anything but complete victory. I've hand selected all of you because I see what Darrin Sterns and Jonathan Collins can't. We will teach the likes of Zack Lifer and those like him a lesson that he won't soon forget. The voice of the 40% owner of EXODUS spoke simply about his goal, something that caused the man behind the door to cackle to himself, a dark and gritty cackle that caught everyone's attention. whispers escaping his lips. : Man, oh man. Can this possibly get any easier? With that, we can finally spot what his hands were doing all this time, using a professional-grade pick and tension wrench to mess with the lock with deadly accuracy. It clicked and clacked as he made his precise movements, one at a time loosening the machinery without a key to be found. It didn’t take long at all before the man finally swung the door open, all of the hall monitor’s eyes on him as he made an egocentric running jump onto the desk at the center of their meeting for all to see, unafraid to speak his mind. Cleon's eyes widened. looking up at the man still unseen by the camera with a look of immediate anger but realizing that he was finally in the middle of the Lion's Den. Cleon sits back in his black leather chair and folded his arms across his chest, giving the madman the moment he so desperately desired. : Ladies and germs, may I have your undivided attention! The camera slowly panned up the man's body, black jeans consisting over his legs with a black belt around his waist. That hood fell to his shoulders, his somewhat classy motif stripped down a bit by the man who hid inside - The New Iron Saint himself. The crowd popped loudly, cheering on the man's actions and yet still bewildered by what on earth he would possibly do next. Zack Lifer: You ignorant piles of manure are trying to target me? Let me get something straight. If you want me so bad, you know where to find me. You don't need this cloak and dagger secrecy, you don't need to act all high and mighty just to get a rise outta this crowd, just to make us 'intimidate' you! Another pop from the crowd rised to the surface, a grinning Zack Lifer making his monologue for all to see - his best Christum Furor impression. Zack Lifer: You're not all that intimidating, let's face it, right? You're no Godzilla, you're no King Kong. All you are and all you will always be are a bunch of two-faced, mindless lackeys who aren't nearly good enough for the big time, aren't good enough to survive on their own wrestling merits alone. So, instead? Instead, you gotta survive and falsely thrive as some kind of SLAVE to even find your PLACE in EXODUS! You realize how pathetic that sounds? You realize how weak that makes you all? You know how much the people look down on you, just as I'm looking down on you all right now, every single day of your pathetic... worthless... lives?! His peculiar mannerisms were finally on a microscope as he spoke, his personality shining through. His child-like arm movements were met by lofty arm spreads and a tilted head. He spoke with his hands only limitedly, his eyes darting around the room like a curious chipmunk at each and every one of their faces all the while, sometimes focusing in on something that caught his interest as he kept at his rant, his voice somehow excited, animated in nearly every way. Zack Lifer: So, why do you do it? Because Cleon Gray promises you riches beyond belief? Because he gives you championship gold that has no meaning without a proper match to earn it, Savannah?! Because the power excites all of you, 'cause being someone's lap dog amuses you that much?! His voice grew louder, more unpredictable in his pitch, his heart pounding inside his chest as the crowd kept on watching, shocked by what he was saying with all his emotions, with all his heart. Zack Lifer: Why keep your attention on me then? Why decide to cram all your hatred down my throat and not anyone else? Huh?! Answer me! They all stayed quiet, simply watching the madman address them with such vigor and such anger. Zack Lifer: Is it because you don't understand me? Is it because my ideals aren't as easily put up your ass than someone like Cleon Gray's shattered morals? Is it not as understood as Jon Collins' simple Sekigun methods, not as clear as how much MAGNUS GUNNER SPEWS HIS CONSPIRACIES? That's bullshit! Absolute bullshit and everyone knows just 'cause I don't RANT and RAVE about what I think nonstop, everyone wants to CHOP MY HEAD OFF just to keep me quiet of the truth! He started to preach on, his body becoming more animated and more aggressive as his pitch changed more frequently, the crowd cheering him on from the background, loud and proud as they listened to The New Iron Saint. Zack Lifer: People fear what they don't understand, huh? I never knew what that really meant for real until I got to EXODUS. I'd rather be loved than feared? Well, damn it, I guess I picked both, huh? HUH?! And why do you punish me, Cleon? Because I decided to help out a friend, because I wanted to do the honorable thing and help stop most of your goons from sending The REAL Iron Saint to the hospital? Or worse, THE MORGUE?! Because I decided to take a stand, you punish me and tell me to shut up? You tell me to stay quiet and be a good little boy until my year is over for a TECHNICALITY?! Does that even make SENSE TO YOU, CLEON?! Does that make ANY SENSE in your deluded, cross-eyed brain?! The man of the hour took a deep breath, shaking his head back and forth like a dog to try and stay focused, his hands slipping inside his suit jacket. Zack Lifer: Let me tell you something. All of you. This detention? It can't last the whole year, no. Everything that I've done, everything I will continue to do, won't end. I'll save guys like Jimmy Riley... A pop for the retired legend rises as he paused. Zack Lifer: I'll save people like Maggie Rourke, the well-decorated former World Champion Fiona's cousin... Another pop for Jon Collins' new wife. Zack Lifer: And I'll work to save EXODUS no matter who resents me or how anyone feels. I can't just stop trying because I'm in detention, can I? I can't just stop trying to fix things 'cause Gods & Monsters gave me a few threats, 'cause Jon Collins called me the worst mistake EXODUS has ever made by signing my contract... I can't just GIVE UP because people tell me it's a bad idea, 'cause I'm getting hurt and have to see the doctor practically EVERY OTHER WEEK! None of that matters. What matters is, by the end of all this, I'll win and EXODUS will be a much safer place, that I'll prevail along with whoever wants to stand by my side to make Lasie's Calling no longer consisting of just one person, and that starts with making sure YOU ALL KNOW that you're WRONG and FOOLISH to 've signed up as this coward's goon just because you know you can't do much else worth A DAMN on your OWN! Justin Brooks: ...the only one foolish right now is you. Zack's eyes grow big as he turns around to a Justin Brooks hurling a heavy right hand in his very direction, now up on the desk as well. Getting the jump on Lifer, Zack doesn't have the time to dodge as Justin's large fist connects with the side of his flushed face causing Lifer's knees to buckle slightly as he tries to regain some sort of balance and composure. It's short lived as Justin wraps an arm around the neck of The New Iron Saint in a rear naked choke, dubbed The Backdraft, as Brooks pulls Lifer off of the desk and to the floor. Lifer struggles as he kicks his legs and reaches back, trying to grab something, someone, or anything that wasn't nailed down to help relieve the intense pressure crushing his already damaged throat. Justin doesn't let up as he keeps the pressure on, watching Zack's flailing arms begin to gradually slow down at he put on the pressure. Cleon Gray: Mr. Brooks...that's enough. Justin releases the hold as Zack slumps to the floor. Standing to his feet, Justin smooths out his black suit as he adjusts his tie. He looks up at Cleon, who has an approving smile across his lips. Cleon Gray: ...I want you to finish him tonight in front of everyone. Make an example out of him. Make him bleed...make him hurt...make him remember who you are as my Right Hand of Discipline. Justin nods his head slowly. Justin Brooks: Yes sir, consider Mr. Lifer dealt with. Looking down at Zack's body, the crowd boos heavily as Justin steps over his body as the camera stays on Lifer's unconscious body, zooming in on the barbed wire scar across the back of his neck that Justin Brooks damaged further, and finally fades to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks has become a madman! He practically destroyed Zack Lifer then and there! Seth Ericson: You have to believe that only helps Brooks later tonight in that match up! Dick Morosi: Meanwhile, we have another match to prepare for! Deron Franklin makes his EXODUS debut against Joey Edwards next! The guitar wail that opens OutKast’s “Gasoline Dreams” brings the fans to their feet. As Andre 3000 goes into his refrain of “Alright, Alright,” the faction known throughout EXODUS as The #Derontourage begins to make their way out from the back. First it’s the three bodyguards; Luis Alvarez, Jacques Du Toit, and the man known only as “Brick.” Behind them come the two beautiful ladies of the Derontourage, Maria Trevino and Jennifer Taylor, both dressed in classy, yet a tad revealing dresses. Behind them is the “crew” of Deron Franklin; O’Shay Edwards, DaShaun Thompson, and Deron’s brother, Walt Franklin Jr. Finally it’s the spokesman for the Derontourage, Brent Maxwell...and the man himself. He’s got a boxing-style robe on in the same design as the trunks he’s wearing for the evening, and is doing a little bit of shadow boxing. With the song in full swing, the entire Derontouarge makes their way down the aisle. The bodyguards are keeping the fans away from the women, while O’Shay and Walt Jr. are making sure to mock as many people as they can. Deron, meanwhile, is solely focused on the ring. David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...from Fort Worth, Texas...being accompanied by the Derontourage...Deron Franklin! The Derontourage spreads around the ring before congregating in their corner, while Brent and Deron make their way into the ring. While Deron does some final warmups, Brent removes his robe, passing it to the ringside attendant before he himself joins the Derontourage outside of the ring. The cameras transfer to the entrance ramp as the lights in the arena begin to dim down and all the spectators eyes are glued to it. Suddenly playing through the sound system is "Flowing" by "311", and an outbreak of mixed reactions begin to reverberate through the arena as emerging through the curtains is the spokesman of a generation, Joey Edwards. With a grin my ear to ear, Edwards raises both of his arms up in the air as he stands on the top of the entrance ramp dressed in his usual wrestling attire consisting black and white wrestling shorts, white wrist tape, black laced up boots and a hoodie with the hood slung over his head. He begins to make his way to the ring, with one fist up in the air he arrogantly ignores high five attempts from the audience members in the front row. David Zinkus: Making his way towards to the ring...he is Joey Edwards! He jumps onto the apron and enters the ring before hoisting himself up onto the turnbuckle, his smug arrogant face instantly turns into a stern serious face as he takes off his hoodie and throws it towards the audience, jumping down from the turnbuckle. He then walks over to his designated corner as his theme song slowly fades out and the lights in the arena begin to restore light. Dick Morosi: We are set for our next match, as the most hyped rookie to ever step into the Exodus Pro ranks, Deron Franklin, takes on Joey Edwards in our second match-up. Seth Ericson: Jimmy Riley has gotten behind this kid and tonight we all are witnesses to possible greatness! The bell sounds, both men move out of their corners. They slowly move around one another. They slowly move into a collar and elbow tie up. Edwards quickly takes Deron’s arm pulling it around into a wristlock. He slowly twists his arm, as Deron stands grimacing in pain. Deron rolls forward, and springs up to his feet. He breaks the wristlock grabbing Edwards and whips him into the ropes. Edwards hits off the ropes hard and bounces back as Deron runs at him for a clothesline, but Edwards runs under it. Deron turns around, as he does Edwards hits him with a stiff European upper cut. Edwards grabs him around his head taking Deron into a headlock and quickly takes him down onto the mat with a side headlock takedown. Edwards wrenches his arms as Deron tries to get out of the headlock. Deron continues to try moving around but Edwards has him on the mat in the tight headlock. Deron pulls his legs up taking Edwards into a head scissors. Edwards tries to get free, as Deron locks his legs tight around his head. Edwards pushes out of the hold, as he springs to his feet with Deron moves up to his feet slowly. They move toward one another, and as they do Deron kicks Edwards in his stomach. He whips Edwards into the ropes, where Edwards bounces off of the ropes. Deron grabs him and turns throwing Edwards down with a spinebuster. Dick Morosi: Deron throws Edwards down hard with a spinebuster. Seth Ericson: Edwards’s head it off the mat, he’s gotta be seeing stars after that one. Deron moves to his feet, as Edwards lies on the mat. He standing over him, Deron jumps up landing down onto Edwards with a standing moonsault. Deron gets to his feet once again, pulling Edwards up with him. Deron charges towards the ropes and he jumps up onto the middle rope, moving up to the top rope with incredible balance. He jumps off turning in air. Edwards pulls his leg up just in the nick of time and hits Deron with a superkick! HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT!Dick Morosi: And what a counter by Joey Edwards! Seth Ericson: That was pure desperation! Deron lays face down on the mat motionless as Edwards walks toward him. He pulls Deron to his feet as Edwards hits him with a pair of stiff forearm shots. He leans Franklin over, hooking up his arms. Edwards picks Deron up dropping him down with a double underhook backbreaker. Deron lies on the mat grabbing at his back in pain. Edwards pulls him to his feet once again and he locks his arms around him. Edwards throws Deron down with a belly-to-belly suplex. Edwards covers him, as Chris Dawson gets in position and counts! ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!Edwards turns on the mat, as Deron lays face down on the mat. Edwards starts hitting him with stiff repeated knee strikes to his face. Edwards keeps hitting him over, and over, as Deron grimaces in pain. Dick Morosi: Edwards is hitting away on Deron with those knee strikes!! Seth Ericson: That’s just brutal!! Dick Morosi: You can say that again! Seth Ericson: That’s just brutal!! Edwards pulls Deron to his feet only to whip him into the corner. Edwards runs in at him and hits him with a running forearm strike. Edwards backs up out of the corner across the ring, he runs at him again but Deron moves out of the way as Edwards crashes into the empty turnbuckle. Deron stands gathering his thoughts, as Edwards turns around in the corner, still in a daze. Deron jumps up and hits him with a spinning wheel kick! Edwards falls to the mat as Deron steps out to the ring apron. Deron makes his way up to the top rope and jumps off landing down onto Edwards with a moonsault into a cover! Chris Dawson makes the count! ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!Deron gets to his feet slowly as he steps back through the ropes out to the ring apron. Deron makes his way up the ropes. Dick Morosi: Deron makes his way back to the top rope! Seth Ericson: This is where Deron Franklin excels! Dick Morosi: The highflying moves are his calling card! Deron stands on the top rope, as Edwards lies on the mat. He jumps off landing down onto Edwards with a 450 Splash! Deron covers him, Chris Dawson counts… ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!Deron gets to his feet pulling Edwards up with him. He stands hitting him with a pair of stiff European upper cuts. Deron runs back hitting off the ropes. He runs at Edwards, but Edwards moves towards him, and hits him with a monster Lariat that turns Deron inside out. Edwards covers him, Chris Dawson counts… ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!Dick Morosi: That was close! Seth Ericson: Edwards took Deron’s head off with that lariat! Dick Morosi: You can say that again! Edwards pulls Deron to his feet and he moves around in front of him. Edwards grabs Deron around his head. He pulls him down, and hits Deron with the END PRODUCT! Edwards covers him, Chris Dawson counts… ONE…
TWO…
THR-KICKOUT!Edwards looks up with a shocked look on his face. Dick Morosi: Edwards can’t believe it!! Seth Ericson: Neither can I!! Dick Morosi: Well Deron just did kick out in time wow! Edwards pulls Deron to his feet as he locks his arms around him. Edwards picks Deron up and throws him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, but Deron lands on his feet! Edwards turns around as he does Deron hits him with a stiff enzguri. Deron gets to his feet, as Edwards lies on the mat, he runs toward the ropes. He pulls himself up to the top rope, measuring Joey Edwards up. Deron jumps off with a springboard 630-degree Senton Splash...known as the CHOCOLATE THUNDER! Deron covers him and hooks the leg, Chris Dawson counts… ONE…
TWO…
THREE! Dick Morosi: What a match!! Seth Ericson: It was awesome! David Zinkus: The winner of this match Deron Franklin!!! WINNER: Deron FranklinSeth Ericson: THAT is how you start a career! Dick Morosi: I can't really argue with that! Deron Franklin pulls off a huge win in his EXODUS debut, so let's go to a special video package! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 21, 2014 11:52:35 GMT -6
(R)Evolution Wrestling Dark Match
Carey Dean v. Aries ReedThere is no love lost between RW's newest wrestler and the Master of the Dragon Sleeper. From the moment the bell rang, Dean and Reed just continued to brawl around ringside before finally getting into the ring for the match. Dean was good holding his own in a brawling environment against Reed, but once Reed started to use his technical skills on "The Son of Disaster," things changed rapidly. Dean was thrown off by how good Aries was, and it left him to take control of the match. He couldn't keep up with Reed's pace, but a well timed Empire Strikes First helped Carey regain the advantage briefly until Reed reversed and hit an impressive t-bone suplex which sent Carey rolling to the outside of the ring. Looking at his manager, Tom Higashikata, he insisted to be handed something, and as soon as Reed followed him outside, Dean clubbed Reed with a pipe, knocking Reed out cold. Dean continued to bash him with the foreign object until Tom had to practically throw himself on Carey to get him to stop, considering he had already managed to get himself disqualified. Reed was the winner, but Dean had left him laying. WINNER: Aries Reed (via DQ)We're looking at a SUPER NO VACANCY Korakuen Hall in Tokyo as "Ascendancy" by Trivium continues to play, this show's theme! We know what time it is, and we know the score of what's going on! It's all these huge matches, and now as we wrap up the opening video package for this iPPV event, we go to Dick & Seth! Dick Morosi: Live from our second home in Tokyo, Japan...THIS IS ASCENDANCY! I'm Dick Morosi and as always, I'm with Seth Ericson! We've got a huge show for you tonight, and the main event is the renewal of one of EXODUS Pro's longest and most storied rivalries! Fiona Collins meets Christum Furor in the V1 defense of his second reign as EXODUS World Champion! Seth Ericson: Dick, we're going to have some amazing matches tonight! On top of that, a blood feud comes to an end when Brett Sands and Christian Kane go one on one! Not to mention Lexy Chapel attempts to make history and make a successful V2 Defense of the International Title against Kerry Windsor! Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor goes for history with a V3 Defense against Jessica Lasiewicz, along with the Generation of Miracles, fresh off of beating the former two-time Tag Team Champions the Ninth Gate two weeks ago are now thrown into the fire in a tag team elimination match against Trouble, the Short Change Heroes, and the Dragons Unleashed! Seth Ericson: You're getting all this stuff and it's practically free! It's not totally free since you paid for this, but it's gonna be worth every cent! Dick Morosi: Let's go to the ring for our opening match! It's Samantha Raine meeting Demento! David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The lights in the arena dim and the eyes of the audience transfer to the entrance ramp. Suddenly "Paradise Circus" by Massive Attack begins to play through the speakers, an outbreak of cheers occur as black and white strobes of light fill the arena. A certain section of the audience begin to scream in amazement, as emerging from the crowded area is the Master of Deception, Demento! David Zinkus: Introducing first, from parts unknown and weighing in a two hundred and three pounds... The Master of Deception, Demento!" Dick Morosi: Do you hear that screaming?! The Ascendency action just kicked off with a bang! Seth Ericson: Oh, that was just me. I dropped my popcorn. Good thing we have the 10 second rule. Dick Morosi: It's the 5— How on Earth did you get popcorn? Demento continues to make his way to the ring, high-fiving a few of the audience members before jumping over the barricade and leaping onto the apron. He slingshot's himself into the ring and immediately goes to his designated corner, standing in his familiar low stance, his eyes watching his opponent already on the opposite end of the ring, Samantha Raine. That is, until the bell rang. Sam ran for her masked opponent with a vicious clothesline, sending her masked opponent to the mat harshly, a taunt to the crowd as a quiet pop raised up from the crowd. Distracted, she was hit by a running bulldog, Demento and Raine soon standing once again after the move, circling each other like dogs of war ready to pounce. It didn't take long before Demento jumped for a dropkick, something Sam dodged carefully and made sure to gracefully grab her opponent's neck and land on the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Dick Morosi: Impressive turn of events. Sam Raine is on fire so far. What do you 5— You're still eating that popcorn? Seth Ericson: It's just a little floor flavored, but yanno. Hakuna matata and all that. Dick Morosi: I don't think that's— Seth Ericson: Hey, Dick! Less time giving me lectures and more time yapping about this match, okay? Don't you have a job to do? Dick Morosi facepalmed at the hypocrisy as the match went on, Raine going for the pin. ONE! TWO! TH— KICKOUT! Demento pushed his opponent off of him, however was soon given the parting gift of a spike DDT - The Rain Drop - to end him to the floor. She grabbed at his mask, picking him back up and moving the man towards the ropes, his groggy body struggling to stay stable. With that, she backed up, landing a powerful spear - sending them both over the ropes and into the floor, bumping on the announce table on the way! Seth Ericson: My popcorn! Dick Morosi: Good. Now you can do your job. Seth Ericson: Shut up! This is serious! I paid $3.99 for that thing and now, thanks to Samantha Raine's little stint, I might as well have thrown all that money in the garbage! Dick Morosi: Seth, focus! The referee started the count, a replay showing that Raine hit her head hard against the announce table itself, possibly giving her a concussion of some kind, but it was impossible to tell. The referee continued the count, getting to 6. Just then, the two began to stir, reaching for whatever they could find to get to their feet, however not successful. Demento mainly stayed to the ground besides a simple roll and yet Samantha stumbled back down, seemingly tripping over Demento's limp body. Demento stumbles to his feet... And is nailed with the Down Pour! Dick Morosi: And that must be it! That's the Down Pour! Seth Ericson: If only she can get to the ring in time! Raine rolls back into the ring and raises her arms in victory, but the referee got to 10 and signaled for the bell, the crowd booing at his actions, wishing the match had lasted longer. WINNER: NO CONTESTDick Morosi: Well...there we go. That was a hell of an opener! But if only Sam Raine could have nailed that on time, she would have been the winner! Seth Ericson: And if that's how we're starting tonight, imagine the re--HEY!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2014 18:01:28 GMT -6
The cameras cut to the backstage area after commercial, where Kerry Windsor is seen heading back towards his locker room. Having been through a hell of a match with Sally Talfourd, Kerry walks gingerly and occasionally grimaces, feeling the effects of such a physical contest. Tom Matheny: Kerry, may I please have a word with you? Kerry stops in his tracks as he hears the familiar voice of Tom Matheny call out to him. The camera swivels around and we see Tom hurrying down the corridor to catch up with the Lifelong Underdog. Kerry Windsor: Of course. What’s going on Tom? He folds his arms across his chest as he waits for Matheny to get there. Finally Tom manages to make his way there, and takes a second to catch his breath and gather himself. He then takes a deep breath and proceeds. Tom Matheny:: Ok, Kerry. It’s safe to say you made a hell of an impression tonight picking up a huge, HUGE victory over Sally Talfourd. How are you feeling right now? After hearing the question, Kerry can’t help but to smirk. Kerry Windsor: How am I feeling right now? Well to be honest with you Tom, I feel like I’ve been through hell, because that’s exactly what Sally Talfourd put me through. You saw the match. No, wait; allow me to rephrase that. You saw the war; that’s exactly what it was Tom. But I put down one of the biggest “monsters” that EXODUS has ever known. I did that, Tom. So right now, even though damn near every limb is in some serious pain, I’m feeling like a million bucks. Kerry flashes a confident smile. Tom Matheny: As you should, Mr. Windsor. You have been on a roll since coming here to EXODUS, and you have to feel that your performance tonight definitely made a statement. What’s next for Kerry Windsor? Kerry strokes his chin for a second and contemplates the question. Kerry Windsor: Well you know, that isn’t really for me to decide Tom. I take on whomever they set in front of me, but I will say this. He angles his body a bit and looks at the camera. Kerry Windsor: Ever since I came into this company, I’ve made it known that I’ve wanted to compete against the best. That’s my reason for being here Tom. I love stepping into the ring against the Sally Talfourd’s and the Kliff Ulysses’ and the Chuck Matthews’. I love competition. I love challenges, and it’s as simple as that. And there’s been one name that I’ve constantly been hearing from the moment I first set foot into this company; one name that I always hear people mentioning as the future of this company, hell, of this business, and one name in particular that has always stuck out to me… ever since I saw her beat my good friend Jon Collins at Absent Are the Saints. A sly smirk lines Kerry’s face as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other and points back towards the ringside area. Kerry Windsor: Tonight, I beat the one person in this company that can say they’ve beaten your beloved International champion. Kerry takes his hand and places it on Tom’s shoulder. Kerry Windsor: I think that in itself, says all that needs to be said. Kerry gives one final smirk before patting Tom on his shoulder and walking away while we cut to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Well Seth, I think we may have found our answer as to who Lexy Chapel could be facing at Ascendency. Seth Ericson: She's had some real challenges so far in EXODUS, but this may be her biggest one to date if Jonathan Collins allows this...Lexy Chapel and Kerry Windsor! Dick Morosi: But right now, it's time for our main event! The Ninth Gate makes their first defense of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Titles against the unorthodox team of Fiona Collins and World Champion Christum Furor, per the orders of Cleon Gray! It's main event time...NOW! EXODUS PRO TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
THE NINTH GATE (Kameron Chase & Daisuke Iwakuma, EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions) VS. FIONA COLLINS (HEC Women's Champion) & CHRISTUM FUROR (EXODUS Pro World Champion)The lights in the arena start to dim as a lone light towards the back wall of the entrance way begins to pulse in time with the drum beat. Soon, more lights start joining in on the pulsing, and as more drums and electronic pulses kick in, the crowd starts jeering. At the first scream for vocals, Audrey Lloris leads the way for Kameron Chase and Daisuke Iwakuma, the collective known as The Ninth Gate! Don't fret precious, I'm here
Step away from the window
Go back to sleep.
Safe from pain, and truth, and choice
And other poisoned devils.
Say they don't give a f*** about you
Like I do... As the song continues, the two walk down, paying no mind to the audience before Audrey steps up the ring ropes to hold them open for Daisuke and Kameron. Stepping into the ring, the duo move to the center of the ring, pausing to extend their arms outward to pose in the LEGION trademark crucifix style. Once down, the lights start to come back up as they remove their jackets and talk strategy. Dick Morosi: Definitely an odd pairing up against these two, the EXODUS World Tag Team Champions. Seth Ericson: Odd's not the right word for it, Dick! World Champion Christum Furor and one of his most hated rivals...and number one contender...Fiona Collins? That's a pairing that could go nuclear at any moment! The lights in the arena start to dim, and the crowd begins to stir as the opening riffs of "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive begin to play! 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 swolen
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: Fiona looks focused as always, Seth; but she's gotta keep an eye on everyone; Daisuke, Kameron, Audrey Lloris, and her own partner! Seth Ericson: ...She's only got two eyes, Dick. She can't keep an eye on everyone. Dick Morosi: Then she'll have to develop a sixth sense, alright!? The lights suddenly dim in the arena; the venue fills with a dark, and ominous ambiance. Those in their seats stand in anticipation, and those already standing flourish their disdain, and soon the arena swells with noise. Now the lights cast only vague silhouettes and shadows - the only source of illumination are the EXIT signs located throughout the setting. Knowing full-well of what's to come, the first few rows of attendance flock to the guardrails near the aisle, everyone turning their heads to the entrance. Only then does the overhead tron come aglow with life, accompanied by the slow, foreboding feedback and guitar of In Flames' single, "The Quiet Place". As the video fades in, the infamous superstar is captured in a a mere pose lacking of color - only in harsh white and black values. It builds slowly with a somewhat grim feeling to it, capturing the villain's in-ring composure before the bout itself. Then, as the verse comes in, a spotlight shines on the velvet curtain that veils the entrance way -it soon begins to sway, and is then parted by the self-proclaimed New Age Champion who comes to stand in full view of the masses, EXODUS World Championship around his waist, the burlap sack covering his countenance. An uproar from the patrons sounds, nauseated and enraged to see the Michigander once more as he outstretches his arms out by his side and tilts his head back slightly, taking in a deep breath to fully immerse himself in the detestation of the crowd. The leader of Gods & Monster's leather jacket glistens and shines in the light from above, under it his singlet for the evening, outlined in Red and Black with various "G&M" insignia etched throughout. Completing his attire are kneepads, a pair of black boots, and taped wrists from knuckle to forearm. The man rechristened as Christum Furor gazes far in the direction of the squared circle and begins to walk casually, a slow methodica saunter - leading his arms to dangle loosely, a sort of swagger and sway emphasizing a very self-assured yet calculated competitor. David Zinkus: Coming to the ring, he weighs in tonight a two hundred and forty pounds and fights out of Detroit, Michigan. He is the EXODUS World Champion and the leader of GODS & MONSTERS... CHRISTUM! FUROR! At the mention of his name, the man who could quite simply be likened to the lord of the flies flanks to the side of the aisle and hops onto the railings, flinging a leg over to straddle it in an attempt to stand over those looking on. Furor, like any true antagonist, poses once more in his crucifix pose as more fans scramble to get closer to him to shout their obscenities, leaving those too far away to settle for jeering from afar. “Spinning further deeper
I know you're out to try me
I'm not in this to be a slave
I push the dirt
Make me feel
Locate what swallows life
Night bird you build my world”
"..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes" Christum drops down off the barricade to continue his march to the ring, glancing calmly at the onlookers. "Judge me now
Used to be afraid to let it show, bow down
A king in my own mind
Everything's in place so much brighter from today" He knees up onto the apron, replacing said knee with a foot as he comes to a stand along the ropes. He continues along the aisle-side, and as he approaches the turnbuckle closest to the camera, he plants a foot onto the second turnbuckle and comes to stand tall over the sea of people. Afterward he removes his championship, holding it his hand - and for the third and final time he comes to pose with his martyr-esque symbolism. "Drown the monster
Make all bad dreams go away
Whatever it takes to keep your hands free
Open scars, the quiet place
All the bridges fall to the ground and you say you sacrificed"
"..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes" He drops down and slips between the middle and top ropes, the house lights now making a slow return to their normal fixture while Christum Furor comes to a stride next to Zinkus. He hands him the World Championship, before quickly disrobing and handing his jacket to a ring tech to take care of. The madman then backs into the nearest corner which he perches and slinks down into, removing his mask as he rests his head against the second pad and his mid-back against the first. He bends one leg so his knee sticks upward, the other left to lie flat in a quarter turn. "The Quiet Place" fades out, the electricity of those in attendance coming to a fever pitch as they continue to sound in preparation for the start of the match. Dick Morosi: The EXODUS World Champion, Christum Furor, and Seth; you can see the disdain on his face for both his rival-turned-partner, and for the two men he once called allies in LEGION, The Ninth Gate. Seth Ericson: You can cut every single bit of tension in this building with...well, not with anything! It's tension, it's not a tangible object! But if it were, you could cut it with a knife! As D'Artis Johnson ushers Audrey Lloris out to ringside, Daisuke and Kameron glance at each other before Chase motions his partner out of the ring. Across the way, there is no glance shared as Furor simply steps out onto the apron, forcing his partner into starting the match. The bell rings, and Kam and Fiona tie up center-ring; Chase grabs a wristlock, but Fiona rolls through, reversing it into one of her own! Chase breaks the lock before securing a side headlock; Collins backs him into the ropes, sending Kameron Chase off and back. She leap frogs over him, then turns to meet him with a high dropkick! Chase scrambles to his feet, but he's met with an arm drag, followed by another! Chase quickly retreats to the Ninth Gate's corner, where he tags in possibly Fiona's second biggest rival (behind her partner tonight), Daisuke Iwakuma. Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins looking sharp so far! Seth Ericson: Christum Furor looking uninterested so far. Indeed, Furor seems more intrigued by whatever dirt has accumulated under his fingernails than the exploits going on in the ring. Almost resetting, Iwakuma and Collins lock up; this time, however, it's a spirited fight within the hold itself that occurs! Fiona gains control, and backs Daisuke into her team's corner...when the World Champ reaches over and slaps her on the back! Fiona immediately breaks the lock up, seething at Furor as D'Artis motions for her to get out of the ring. Furor, however, steps in without even locking eyes with his partner, finding Daisuke has retreated to mid-ring. Seth Ericson: Well, I don't think we can expect too many double team moves from Furor and Fiona! Dick Morosi: You say that like you were expecting any at all, Seth! There's no pretense of wrestling with these two, however, as they instantly begin trading right hands! Furor gains the upper hand, forcing Daisuke back to the ropes; he takes a step back and fires a kick into the midsection of “The Perfect Evil” before whipping him across the ring. Upon his return, the World Champion scoops Daisuke up in a side slam position; but before he can do anything, Iwakuma rakes the eyes, causing Furor to let his grip loose! Grabbing him by the hair, Daisuke drags the champ over to his corner, tagging in Kameron Chase, who sees an opportunity and kicks Christum in the ribs. Dick Morosi: You can see the difference in teamwork right there; there's no way that Furor and Collins would do anything like that, in my opinion. Chase straightens Furor upright and lays in a knife edge chop, before measuring and leaping for an impressive standing dropkick! Furor rolls up backward before crawling backward into his corner. Before he can react further, however, it's his back that is slapped, allowing the #1 Contender back into the ring to cheers! Seth Ericson: Oh, he's not happy about that... Dick Morosi: A little bit of turnabout there for the World Champion! Fiona Collins back into the ring, now. Fiona wastes no time, charging toward, then past Kameron Chase as she springboards up to the second rope, coming back with a crossbody that elicits a quick two count! Chase and Collins scramble to their feet, and the Stardust Seraph hits a perfect dropsault, knocking her foe down again! She's up first, and charges the opposing corner, but as she swings at Daisuke, he ducks, before popping back up and grabbing her arms! With his rival restrained, Kameron Chase plants a vicious forearm across the jaw of Fiona Collins! Dick Morosi: And now the ring is going to be cut off! Seth Ericson: They're not the two-time EXODUS World Tag Team Champions for nothing, Dick! Chase hits a northern lights suplex, but neglects to bridge for any potential pin. He quickly tags out to Iwakuma, who comes in and drops a knee across the chest of his opponent. Daisuke pulls Fiona up only to drop her again with a DDT, planting her right onto her head. He covers, but only gets two before Fiona can get her shoulder up. Daisuke rises, but then makes a beeline to the opposing corner, where he spits at (and somewhat on) the World Champion! Furor, not caring about his partner, but more about his own pride, tries to come into the ring, but is restrained by D'Artis Johnson! With the referee distracted, Iwakuma comes back to Fiona, pulling her up in a wheelbarrow as Chase comes in, hitting a cutter and completing The Wrath of Gods! Dick Morosi: Brilliant move there by the Ninth Gate! Taking both Furor and D'Artis Johnson out of the equation, and Fiona Collins is all the worse for it! Seth Ericson: Didn't think I'd hear you compliment Daisuke Iwakuma, Dick! Iwakuma picks Fiona up once again, and whips her into the corner, intending to follow up with the Devil May Cry. But to his surprise, Collins hops up, falling behind the charging “Perfect Evil,” and hits the Oz-o-matic! The crowd rises to their feet as Fiona begins crawling toward her team's corner, and even Christum Furor looks a little energized! He begins to reach out for a tag, but as Fiona comes just a little bit closer...he drops off the apron, a sadistic grin across his face! Dick Morosi: I should've known! That snake! Seth Ericson: And THAT is a brilliant move! Say what you will about Christum Furor's out-of-ring tactics, he knows exactly what he's doing here! Fiona Collins is being left to the wolves, and she'll be even worse off come Ascendency! As Furor mockingly waves before walking away, Fiona looks back at Daisuke, who's rising to his feet. With a jolt of energy, Fiona takes off at her legal opponent, taking him back down with a basement dropkick before running at Kameron Chase, stepping up onto the ropes and hitting an enzuigiri! The crowd pops as she rises to her feet, letting out a roar of fighting spirit! Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins is on fire, partner or no partner! However, that's quickly cut off with a Yakuza Kick from Daisuke Iwakuma! Fiona crumples to the mat, and Daisuke quickly covers; One... Two... Kickout! Iwakuma has a snarl on his face as he yanks Fiona up by her hair. Pushing her back into the Ninth Gate corner, he plants a knee into her ribcage. The fans rise to their feet, but not for Fiona.. Dick Morosi: It's Sydney Christensen! She teamed up with Fiona against Parasite Eve and Iwakuma just last week! Seth Ericson: Looks like she's returning the favor for Fiona teaming with her! Dick Morosi: She's on the apron...is she in this match now!? Indeed, Sydney Christensen is on the apron with her arm outstretched. Fiona tries to crawl across, but Daisuke drops an elbow into her lower back. He verbally taunts Sydney before turning back to tag in Kameron. Chase comes in, pulling Fiona up and appearing to get ready to hit the Kamokaze! Dick Morosi: Wait just a minute! But it's not to be, as Fiona elbows out of the hold, rolls forward into her corner, and makes the tag to Sydney Christensen! She charges in, hitting Kameron Chase with a Lou Thesz press, then rising to hit Daisuke with a forearm! The crowd roars as Sydney, far fresher than the other wrestlers in the ring, scoops up Kameron and hits the Calgary Stampede bridging slam! One... Two... But Daisuke dives back into the ring and breaks up the pin! Daisuke begins putting the boots to Sydney, but a refreshed Fiona hops into the ring, attacking Iwakuma with punches and kicks! Sydney and Kam are back up, and they begin trading blows as well. Dick Morosi: It's pure chaos in the ring, and the man some call EXODUS' primary agent of chaos isn't in the match anymore! Kam goes for a lariat, but Sydney catches his arm, turning it into the ALPHA-16! While this is happening, Daisuke whips Fiona across the ring, but she hops up to the second rope, coming back and smashing Daisuke's face with the Shinigami! As both the HEC Women's Champion and The North Star have their opponents downed and the referee is about to lock in the victory for them, "The Imperial March" starts, and instead of Cleon and his security, the crowd turns and notices that it is instead Cleon's henchwoman, Brianna Singer. The crowd jeers as she stops and remains perched on her segway as she talks on the microphone. Brianna Singer: Referee, stop this match! The referee looks confused, and Fiona gets up and looks confused, Syd turning her head to see what's going on. Brianna Singer: Though Sydney Christensen is signed to a contract under the EXODUS Pro umbrella, she is not a contracted EXODUS roster member. Her particpation in this match has lead to this match being a disqualification! Therefore, this match should be thrown out and The Ninth Gate remain champions! WINNER: NO CONTESTThe crowd jeers and Fiona and Syd look at each other, frustrated and angry this just happened to them. Without a second's hesitation, Fiona steps out of the ring and makes her way up the ramp to go after Singer, who quickly turns on her segway to make haste, Sydney also chasing down Cleon's brown nosing student! Dick Morosi: This is a travesty! Fiona Collins and Sydney Christensen were inches away from becoming Tag Team Champions! Seth Ericson: Those happen to be the breaks though! Fiona's quest for a Grand Slam has been denied by Cleon Gray! As Daisuke and Kam reach for their titles, "Jungle" by X Ambassadors & Jamie N Commons starts to play, and the crowd's jeers turn to cheers at the sight of Jonathan Collins! Holding a microphone in his hand, Collins gives a little smirk to his fallen adversaries, who are trying to recover from the beating they were just given. Jonathan Collins: You know...I did promise a Tag Team Title match to these fans. And if that match doesn't count, they need the match they were promised. Remember earlier when a little video said a team was coming soon? Well...here they are. "Bring Da Ruckus" by Wu-Tang Clan starts, and the crowd turns....IT'S LEANDER APOLLO AND VANESSA CADE! Dick Morosi: VANESSA CADE IS BACK IN EXODUS...AND THE GENERATION OF MIRACLES ARE HERE! Seth Ericson: HOLY BALLS! EXODUS PRO TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
THE NINTH GATE (Kameron Chase & Daisuke Iwakuma, EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions) VS. THE GENERATION OF MIRACLES (Vanessa Cade & Leander Apollo)Apollo and Cade waste no time in running down the aisle, starting to pick the bones of Iwakuma and Chase, Jonathan coming down the ramp to back them up! Leander quickly goes for Chase, who he picks up...TEETER-TOTTER FROM THE GoM! THEY HOOK THE LEG! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Bring Da Ruckus" starts again, and the crowd is stunned as the referee hands Apollo and Cade the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Titles! Dick Morosi: They worked about two minutes tops, and they're the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions! Seth Ericson: This has to be one of Jon's more questionable decisions. I've been all for him getting some of these filthy guys out of EXODUS, but...UNFAIR! Dick Morosi: Hopefully we can get an answer from him sooner than later! For now, Vanessa Cade and Leander Apollo are your Tag Team Champions and we're out of time! Goodnight everyone! The scene ends on Vanessa Cade and Leander Apollo tapping their belts together before going to separate corners to celebrate. On that picture, we fade out! WINNERS (And NEW EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions): THE GENERATION OF MIRACLES |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2014 17:09:32 GMT -6
We come back from commercial break to hear Kevin Rudolf’s “In The City” being blared throughout the arena as Brett Sands, still dressed in his ring gear but wearing a dark green zip up hoodie to match his tights, begins pacing around the ring. There’s a table in the middle of the ring, black linen draped over it and a contract sat down in the middle, with a large black desk chair on each side. David Zinkus, the ring announcer, is standing by, as it looks like he will be controlling this contract signing between Sands and Kane. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the official Ascendancy match contract signing between Brett Sands... The audience obviously boos. David Zinkus: ...and Christian Kane. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The Kobe crowd erupts as Bon Jovi’s ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ booms from the speakers. Christian Kane appears at the top of the entrance way in street clothes as he keeps his eyes locked on the Ohioan. Still appearing quite sore from his match earlier in the night against Justin Brooks, Kane slowly makes his way up the steps and into the ring. The two men keep their eyes locked before Zinkus motions for both of them to sit down. The two men, not wanting to show any signs of weakness, both reach for their chairs at the same time and slowly sit down, not daring to take their eyes off of one another. Dick Morosi: They love Christian Kane here in Kobe! Seth Ericson: Or they hate Sands that much. David Zinkus: Alright, gentlemen. The contract that is between you both is for a no holds barred match at Ascendancy. Should you both sign it, the match will be made official. Simple enough, right? Now- Brett quickly swipes Zinkus’s microphone out of his hand, smirking while doing so. Zinkus shoots him an angry glare, but Sands doesn’t really give a shit as he turns his attention back to Kane. Brett Sands: Before you continue rambling on, David, I’d like to say a few words. Dick Morosi: Oh God... You can literally see a child crying in the front row at the fact that they have to hear Brett Sands talk yet again. Brett Sands: I’d like to start off by saying that Christian Kane has only gotten just a taste of what will be coming his way at the iPPV. That at the iPPV, where there are no holds barred, I’m going to make the taser shot, the spear, and even that powerbomb onto the concrete pale in comparison to what I do to him. Now, I’m going to not say what I’ll exactly be doing, but when this f***... Sands points to Kane who rolls his eyes, before putting his feet up on the table. Brett Sands: ...is lying on the ground, busted up worse than when he faced and lost to Chris Strike, I’ll be the one pinning him for a three count, a smirk on my face as I hear these fans boo me out of the arena for crushing this asshole. Seth Ericson: ...Is he done? I’m almost shocked. Sands drops the mic onto the table and grabs the contract and pen. He finds the areas on the contract he has to sign, scribbling down his signature real quick. Once he’s done, he slides the contract over to Kane. Christian mocks Sands, quietly asking him if he can say a few words before snatching the microphone. He raises the mic to his lips, still leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the table. Christian Kane: You know, you’re right. Time after time, week after week you’ve gotten the better of me, Brett. The tazer, the spear, the powerbomb - all of it, you got me. And every single day I have my friends asking me, staff in the back asking me, co-workers asking me, even these people asking me...’why aren’t you retaliating?’. Kane shrugs before his trademark grin returns. Christian Kane: I’ll tell you why, Sands. It’s because I know that taking you out all these weeks ago isn’t going to do anything for me. Why would I need to do that? I simply don’t care about you enough to put in the time and effort it’d take to put you on your back. All that matters is this match. He points at the contract with the microphone before returning it to his mouth. Christian Kane: The ultimate humiliation? The ultimate embarrassment? It’s beating you in this match. It’s annihilating you, and showing you that you don’t deserve to be in the same company as me, let alone the same ring. You have tried so hard to get me to care about you, Sands, and the truth is...I simply don’t. You may be a big guy, but deep down you’re just a weak, whimpering, pathetic little boy who’s in...my...way. Kane flips the microphone onto the table before reaching over for the contract and the pen. He signs it dutifully before throwing both the pen and the contract back onto the table. Christian smirks at Sands who in the blink of an eye rushes forward and tilts the table forward harshly, sending Kane over and onto the canvas, landing awkwardly as he does so. Kane clutches his neck almost instantly as Sands pulls the table into the middle of the ring, grinning from ear to ear as he saunters over towards Christian Kane. Dick Morosi: Oh, not again! Reaching down, Sands goes to grab Kane by the hair but is instead sent stumbling back clutching his face. Seth Ericson: POKE TO THE EYES! Here we go, Dick!! Sands stands in the center of the ring and moves his hands away from his face only to be met with Christian Kane’s size 12 boot. Dick Morosi: SSK! The force of the impact sends Brett Sands tumbling back through the contract signing table and he’s out cold as Kane gently pushes himself away from the ropes, walking until he’s beside Sands. Squatting down Christian Kane picks up the microphone and gets in Brett Sands’ unconscious face. Christian Kane: But that doesn’t mean, I’m a pushover, boy. When you wake up have your little life partner ice your jaw. I don’t want you to have any excuses after I end you at Ascendency. With that Kane throws the microphone down onto Sands and exits the ring whilst his theme music starts up once again. He slaps hands with a few of his adoring fans as he makes his way to the back. Dick Morosi: Say what you will, Seth, but I dare say Brett Sands just made Christian Kane care in a big way. Seth Ericson: You’re right about that one. If that superkick doesn’t say ‘you’ve got my attention’ then I don’t know what does! Dick Morosi: He's probably only interesting to Kane only, because I still don't care about him. Seth Ericson: Another Brett Sands barb. I'm digging it! Dick Morosi: I'm trying to kill time while our crew clears the ring, because coming up next is a huge match! It's a clash of two of the top stars in EXODUS when Sally Talfourd and Kerry Windsor square off...next! NORMAL MATCH
SALLY TALFOURD VS. KERRY WINDSORDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. An excited murmur passes over the crowd as they sit in anticipation. All of a sudden, the opening riffs to “The Future In the End” by Evans Blue begin to blare throughout the arena, sending the crowd into an all out frenzy. As the beat finally drops, Kerry Windsor steps out from behind the curtain to a massive ovation. He slowly saunters to the top of the ramp and slides the hood from his head as he stops and gazes out over the crowd. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds! This is Kerry! WINDSOR! An approving smirk appears on his face as he outstretches his arms to his sides, soaking in the reception. Finally he begins making his way down towards the ring, walking at first, but then sprinting and sliding into the ring. He quickly hops up to his feet, and SPINS around with his arms outstretched. He makes his way towards the ropes and leans over, mixing it up with the crowd a bit before pulling off his hoodie and tossing it to the side of the ring. He backs up into his corner, and patiently awaits for the start of the match. Dick Morosi: The legend of Kerry Windsor is building in EXODUS with every match. He’s in the works of a little streak right now, Seth. Seth Ericson: Let’s settle down before we anoint him as Joe Dimaggio, okay Dick? Yeah, Kerry’s great and all but he’s still got plenty of work to do before I start talking him up to be a major player here in EXODUS. Dick Morosi: Indeed, he does have his work cut out for him when it comes to proving himself to the “EXODUS Nation”. Still, that doesn’t diminish his talent. He’s already shown his mettle, Seth. Dick Morosi: Yeah, well so has she. The 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. David Zinkus: And his opponent! From Boryeong, South Chungcheong Province, South Korea, weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty-five pounds. She is the “Last Magician”, Sally! TALFOURD! 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-piercing 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 looks very confident tonight, Seth, even more so than usual. Seth Ericson: Of course she’s confident. She ended Lexy Chapel’s undefeated streak. The International Champion can’t sleep at night because she’s dreaming of the day when Talfourd beats her for the title. Dick Morosi: Now let me be the one to tell you to hold your horses, buddy. Sally stole that win from Lexy. I can guarantee to you that Kerry Windsor will be looking out for such tactics in a match that can very well have International Title contendership implications. Seth Ericson: A win is a win, Dick. There’s no asterisk in our record books. “The Last Magician” had a trick up her sleeve two weeks ago, and I’d bet my house she’s got some smoke and mirrors in store for Mr. Windsor. *DING! DING! DING!* With Chris Dawson calling and getting the bell to start the match, Sal-Tal pushes forward with the opening offer in the contest holding both hands up into the air in attempt to test Kerry’s strength. Never one to back down from such a challenge, especially against the fairer sex, Windsor obliges and interlocks his fingers between those of Talfourd’s before pushing back with aid from his height advantage. Sally expected him to be strong, but clearly underestimated the veteran’s intensity which shows on early on as she quickly succumbs to his will. Wrenching Windsor’s hands down, the master technician looks for an escape route and immediately finds it via kicking away one of Kerry’s arms before stepping under it to apply an Arm Wrench. Thinking quickly, Windsor drops down the canvas and performs a grounded somersault before springing to his feet to break the hold, then applies an Arm Wrench of his own before ducking low to drive his shoulder firmly into the The Last Magician’s midsection. Then, using the distinct weight and size advantage that he had already established, Windsor lifts up with his legs and tosses the Korean Spitfire over and onto her back. Holding the bride in place and pressing Sally’s hands down against the canvas after the modified Northern Lights Suplex, Windsor expects the quick pin to be administered, however instant disappointment sets in. Before Dawson can even count a single fall Sally taps into her deceptive strength, mustering it from her thighs and shoulders in an effort to elevate her own back off the canvas whilst Windsor’s body is arched over her own. While both their lower foundations quiver beneath the weight of the other, both decide to bring the action back to a standing point and simultaneously swing their legs around winding up back in their original stance; hands locked face-to-face in another test of strength. Dick Morosi: A great little technical matchup we’re witnessing here, Seth. Seth Ericson: You know how I feel about these, Dick. It’s not very exciting, and does nothing but stroke the smart marks egos. I’m interesting in head banging, and swan dives. Dick Morosi: I’m sure there’s something on Netflix that can provide that for you. You should leave and allow me to enjoy this great match in peace. Seth Ericson: I would but I’m not sure if Arrow Season 2 has been added yet. With neither competitor looking to release their grip on the other, each begin thinking of a way to sway the balance in their favor. It’s Kerry who makes the first move. Pulling Talfourd’s hands up into the air with his before pushing against them, he looks to force the Korean against the mat - though he leaves his lower body and midsection vulnerable, which is the opening Sal-Tal needs. Despite getting pushed back somewhat, Sally lifts her leg and slams the base of her boot into the Iowan’s midsection, forcing him to lower his stance in half, recoiling from the surprise kick. Then, quickly releasing her grasp of one of their connected hands, Sally swings her leg high into the air in effort to decapitate her adversary. Despite the surprise boot, the veteran Windsor seems none too fazed or disoriented and ducks underneath the attempted guillotine, causing Talfourd’s momentum to swing around entirely which leaves her backside open. If things couldn’t be worse for The Last Magician, Kerry’s other hand remains tethered and caught between her legs. Reaching between Sal-Tal’s legs with his free hand, Windsor clasps The Last Magician’s already captured hand with his free one to secure it in place. Held tightly in his grasp, the well-traveled vet pulls his foe’s hand back and up, flipping the G&M affiliate over himself. Releasing the hands in mid-air, Kerry hopes that Sally will simply crash to the canvas but, either due to misjudging his own strength or misinterpreting Talfourd’s athleticism, watches along with everyone in the arena as the Korean lands on the back of her feet before stumbling into the ropes. Not allowing her to escape that easy, Windsor charges forward in effort to keep the ball in his court, but only gets a Spinning Wheel Kick to the face from Talfourd who bounces off the ropes to meet him in the center of the squared circle. Dick Morosi: There’s the headbanging you were looking for, Seth. Seth Ericson: “Love you when you give me head, hate when you give me headaches.” I’m sure that line is resonating with Kerry right now. Dick Morosi: Didn’t take you to be a hip-hop enthusiast, Seth. I’m shocked that there are so many layers to you. Seth Ericson: My best layers come off. Hope you ladies catch my drift. As Sally scrambles to her feet, Kerry instinctively rolls into the corner to pull himself up by way of the turnbuckle. Just as he reaches his feet, Sal-Tal comes flying in with a Dropkick that kisses his visage and causes his head to snap back awkwardly. The Korean staggers back from the turnbuckle upon reaching a vertical base again, wandering towards the center of the ring to plan her next assault. The Last Magician sprints at her opponent once more, this time lifting her right leg seemingly in an attempt to dish out more damage with her educated feet. Her aspirations fail to materialize as Kerry flinges himself to the ground, avoiding the potential face rearranging kick. Sally, not being able to halt her moment, flies clashes into the ropes; one leg going east, one going west, the rest of her body heading south so to speak. Wanting to exploit his foe’s sticky situation, Windsor rushes toward his adversary, practically turning his near two hundred and thirty pound frame into a bulldozer as he collides with Talfourd, sending her to falling through the ropes and land on the floor. Windsor immediately pursues her, gathering himself before rolling underneath the bottom rope. He wastes no time in picking up his adversary, quickly applying a rear waistlock before popping his hips and bridging his back to toss her over head with a Release German Suplex, sending Talfourd landing head and back first into the ring apron. Seth Ericson: That’s going to set her back months in her pilates class, Dick. Dick Morosi: I’m afraid that fall is going to do more than that, Seth. She was just flung back first into the hardest part of the ring. Don’t be fooled back that covering, that apron has no give folks. Seth Ericson: While Kerry has no picks. Sally has no spine. And Dick has - Dick Morosi: No patience for you and your shenanigans. Back on his feet, Kerry grabs Sally by the head and pulls her to a stand before leading her towards the guardrail, now on the camera-side of the arena. He lays into The Last Magician with a series of forearms, before driving her back first into the security barrier. With Sal-Tal leaning up against the railing, Kerry shuffles himself so that he stands next to his assailant before reaching his around the Korean’s head, whilst tucking his left leg behind Talfourd’s right. The wily veteran pulls both his weight and Sally’s frame off the railing, taking a small step toward ringside. With that space now open, Kerry straightens up before jumping backward, still hanging onto his opponent. Both competitors crack off the guardrail -grinding it back somewhat as both slowly slither to the floor following the guardrail-assisted Russian Leg Sweep. Sally shrieks loudly, grimacing in obvious pain while Windsor creaks up onto his hip, looking to regain his stance amidst the cheering crowd. Seth Ericson: I’ve heard of blowing a woman’s back out, but what Kerry is doing to Sally right now is something else entirely. Dick Morosi: He’s focused on her back, and he’s targeting it with every move he makes. Sound strategy by Windsor. Back on his feet now, Kerry slowly drags Sally to a vertical base before rolling her back inside the ring. Once inside himself he immediately vies for the cover. ”ONE!”
“TWO!” Sally rolls a shoulder over. As Talfourd lifts up to a seated position and tends to her lower back, Windsor goes back on the attack. He grabs her around the head before driving his knee right into her spine again, and again, and AGAIN, until she flops back to the mat from the pain giving him enough incentive to perform another lateral press. ”ONE!”
“TWO!” Once again, Sally is able to get a shoulder over before three effectively proving her resilience to the mat laying into her. Of course, that’s not going to influence him to let off on his attack. Kerry begins to lift her to her feet, but as her momentum becomes vertical Sally begins to lay into him with punches to the solar-plexus. Having been freed from his grasp, Talfourd whacks him with an elbow to the cranium, then swings her leg to kick him on the other side before his brainpan can assimilate the damage. The Last Magician lets her adversary stand up straight and stagger in place for a brief moment, then steps forward with an attempt at a Swinging Reverse STO. However, Kerry is having none of it as he breaks free after a well placed elbow to the skull - he then grabs her around the head and spins inward before letting his feet slip forward causing both wrestlers to drop to the mat, granted Sally’s neck hits Kerry’s shoulder. With Sal-Tal sprawled out on the canvas, Windsor takes a moment to catch his breath and bearings before crawling on top for the cover. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”
THR - KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Windsor almost scored the win with that Neckbreaker. Just when Sally seemed to be building momentum, Kerry was there to cut her off. Seth Ericson: Yeah but he’s got to be frustrated. He’s been throwing everything at her, but she keeps kicking out. He’s realizing that Sal-Tal is a different animal from Chuck Matthews and Kliff Ulysses. With Sally still down, Kerry climbs back to his feet before plodding to the ropes. He ducks through them and exits onto the apron before slowly ascending the corner. As he continues to scale his mountain, Talfourd begins to stir. Either catching a glimpse of him in the corner of her eye, or having a sixth sense for these sort of things, Sally quickly scrambles to her feet and makes a beeline for the ropes. Once Windsor is perched at the top she leaps onto the middle cable, then springboards back toward her foe -- she juts her legs out with a Dropkick that lands flush, sending the Iowan from the top where he lands hard on the apron. Talfourd remains motionless on the canvas, the only thing moving being her chest that goes up and down as the adrenaline pumps through her system. Rolling onto her front, she presses her palms into the mat and uses them to push herself up to a knee. Wiping a bead of sweat from her bow, The Last Magician surveys the situation, and notices Kerry who slowly begins to stand, holding the ropes for leverage. With a vindictive and sinister thought running through her head, Sally staggers to a stand and backs into the ropes. Once Kerry’s slips his upper body through the cables Talfourd makes her move; she charges forward, leaps into the air with one leg protruding, then drops that leg right across the back of the vet’s neck, scoring with a brutal Legdrop. The effect of the maneuver leaves Kerry suspended across the ring cables, allowing Sally the opportunity to drop him in innovative fashion. Once back to her feet, she places Kerry in a side headlock, and drags him into the ring just enough so that his feet remain on the cables. From there she performs a forward somersault, exploiting her own momentum to both drag Windsor off the ropes and twist him in mid-air as she coerces him to the canvas. Kerry lies spread eagle across the mat following the Corkscrew Neckbreaker, while Sally lifts up to make the cover. Dick Morosi: Danger Zone connects! Kerry got trapped in the ropes, and he paid for it dearly. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”
THR - KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: I thought that might have been it, Dick. Kerry might have kicked out by accident. I doubt he would have done so purposefully considering the fact that he just got his neck broken. Sally gets to one knee, then pushes herself to a vertical base. She begins stomping a mudhole in Windsor, showing complete disregard for his well-being. Once she had put out the proverbial fire, she leans down to grab a handful of hair, much to referee Chris Dawson’s chagrin. Once Kerry is on his feet she bends him forward before kneeing him right in face. She does so for a second time - then a third - a fourth - and finally a fifth for good measure that sends him staggering into the corner in an obvious stupor. Sal Tal backs up into the center of the ring, plotting what she’ll do next to follow up on her vicious assault. Once the light bulb illuminates in her mind she goes back on the offensive. As Kerry makes his way out of the corner, Sally begins charging at him, quickly lifting her leg up to possibly go for a Leg Lariat. However, before she can take flight the wary Windsor has enough wits about him to counter the move, having jumped to his side and kicked both feet out in the direction of her other leg. The low Dropkick slams into the outside of Sal-Tal’s knee, cutting her down before she can ascend into the air. Dick Morosi: Windsor with another trick up his sleeve. Sally’s not the only one with magic tricks. Talfourd lets out a runt of pain as she crashes to the mat. The second her cries of agony pierce his eardrums is the moment Windsor realizes what to do next. The veteran rolls onto his chest and pushes himself to a standing position, then staggers over to where The Last Magician is writhing in writhing in pain. Kerry grabs her legs and flips her onto her front, then bends said appendages at the knees whilst crossing them, before placing one ankle in the other leg’s knee-pit. Upon placing the free ankle between his thighs, he sits down and reaches forward in an attempt to grab her head. Sally blocks, burrowing her face into the canvas, forcing Windsor to slap her shoulders. She doesn’t budge, and instead begins crawling toward the ropes. The moment she reaches the cables is the moment Kerry is finally able to get a hold of her face, but by then it’s too late. Talfourd avoids the Cold Zero by the skin of her teeth as Chris Dawson orders Windsor to relinquish his hold which he does - much to his dismay and frustration. Visibly flustered by the turn of events, Kerry tries to regain his composure while Talfourd clutches the ropes, using them to pull herself to a stand. Having recaptured his focused, Windsor marches toward Sally with renewed focus and vigor - all of which is evidenced by him clubbing her repeatedly across her weakened lower back. Sally grimaces fiercely in response to each debilitating blow, the pain feeling as though a hammer is being driven into her spinal region. Forced to act out of desperation, she wildy throws her elbow back. The punch in the dark connects as she cracks Kerry in the nose and forces him to retreat and turn away. Having gotten some much needed breathing room, Talfourd turns off the ropes in pursuit of her opponent. However, just as she steps forward, Kerry comes back with Back to Square One as the Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick hits home. The assault to her cranium renders Sally unconscious as she drops to the canvas without protest -- though before he can get the pin, her momentum carries her out of the ring, sending her to the floor. Seth Ericson: Kerry is sick! He hit his knock out kick, but Sally had the wits to roll out of dodge before she could be pinned! Windsor can’t believe it. Dick Morosi: The Last Magician might have been operating under instinct there, Seth. Nevertheless, she avoids what would have been a certain defeat, had Kerry been able to get her pinned right away. This delay buys her enough time to recover. Indeed Kerry is visibly disheartened, realizing that victory is eluding his grasp with every passing second that Sally remains outside of the ring. Knowing that time is of the essence, Windsor crawls toward the ropes before dropping out of the ring. Overcoming fatigue and his own injuries, the Iowan descends on Talfourd with a sense of urgency, desperately trying to lift her dead weight up off the floor. With what would usually be an easy task, Windsor finds it difficult to get her up due the toll the match has taken on him. Eventually, he’s able to get her onto the apron, and slowly roll her under the bottom rope. The arduous task causes him to need a breather, and he bypasses sliding in himself to do so. Once he’s got some air back in his lungs, Kerry re-enters the ring, only to realize that Sally has rolled away from him once again. Even more flustered now, the veteran scrambles to his feet and marches toward her -- only for Sal-Tal to suddenly spring to her feet, and leap into the air before pulling him down into a Double Knee Facebreaker that renders him catatonic as he flops to the canvas. Seth Ericson: IMPLANT BUSTER! IMPLANT BUSTER! Dick Morosi: Sally was playing possum, Seth. She’s going to steal another victory. The Last Magician leans up, staring gleefully at Kerry’s inanimate carcass. Not giving away ant time to savor the moment, she crawls as fast as she can on all fours before hooking the veteran’s leg. ”ONE!”
“TWO!” Seth Ericson: He kicked out! I can’t believe it! Dick Morosi: Kerry Windsor refuses to die, Seth! He’s playing for keeps tonight, and he will not be denied. Sally rolls off of Windsor and simply stares at the canvas, trying to figure out what she has to do to put him down. She pounds the mat a few times, first out of anger, then to pump herself back up. Wheeling up to her knees, she notices Kerry’s position in regards to the ropes, and quickly realizes that she has one more Ace of her sleeve that will put him out of his misery. She mouths “This is it.” before climbing back to her feet. With a wry smile she poses in the G&M crucifix, eliciting a chorus of loud boos from the patrons. She holds the pose for a few seconds, then drops her arms and nods to herself before making a mad dash for the ropes. She leaps onto the second cable, then springboards back looking to nail Broken Hopes. Windsor knows something is up, albeit subconsciously. Nonetheless, he’s able to roll out of harms way just in the nick of time, causing Talfourd to land on her feet instead of in a splash across his frame. She staggers back upon doing so, though unfortunately for her it’s right into Windsor’s clutches. Kerry leans up to pull her down with a School Boy, stacking her up and pinning her shoulders to the canvas as Chris Dawson makes the count. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!” Before Sally even realizes what just transpired, The Future In The End by Evans Blue hits the P.A. system as Windsor triumphantly rolls into the corner. He pulls himself up to his feet, grinning at Sally who climbs up to one knee, visibly confused, exasperated, and befuddled all at the same time. Upon giving her a wink, Kerry slips out of the ring to the cheers of the crowd. WINNER: KERRY WINDSORDick Morosi: OH MY GOD, WHAT A MATCH! KERRY WINDSOR HAS OUTLASTED THE LAST MAGICIAN! Seth Ericson: Sally Talfourd was good, but Kerry Windsor was just a little better tonight! What a match! Dick Morosi: Folks, we gotta go backstage, but take a bow, Kerry, you earned it! The scene switches to the backstage area where we see ace interviewer Tom Matheny roaming the halls, in search of his next big breaking story. He looks down the corridor and spies the figure of the reigning San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor making her way towards the door behind him. Seizing his chance, he carefully walks up to Savannah, who looks none too pleased, nor does she look like she is in a talkative mood. Tom Matheny: Savannah? May I have a….. She stops in her tracks and turns her head to look at Tom. Savannah Taylor: Whatever you are about to say you can save it, ok Tom? I am not in a good mood in case you couldn’t tell. Do you want to know WHY I am not in a good mood? Tom Matheny: Um, because you… She cuts him off again. Savannah Taylor: My bad mood can be summed up in two words: Brett Sands. Because of that incompetent DUMBASS, I lost tonight. Everyone knows that Brett Sands can’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag with a map and GPS. Maybe that is why the braintrust that runs EXODUS stuck him with me. But, I’m willing to forgive them for their gross incompetence and Brett Sands for being a douche. Tom Matheny: Why is that? Savannah smirks as she readjusts her San Diego Bay title belt slung over her shoulder, taping it with pride. Savannah Taylor: Because of this, Tom. No matter how many Brett Sands I am stuck with, at the end of the day I still have this. The best part is in two weeks at Ascendancy, I get to defend my title against another example of my theory of it not being WHAT a person knows but WHO a person knows. Tom Matheny: You must be of course be referring to one Jessica Lasiewicz. Savannah Taylor: You would be correct. I don’t know what Jessica did to deserve a shot at y title nor do I really care. What I DO care about is walking out of Ascendancy the same way I walked in; talented, beautiful and still holding the San Diego Bay championship. Mark my words, Tom. It WILL happen. Now, any more questions? He slowly shakes her head, which causes Savannah to smirk. Savannah Taylor: Good. Auf Wiedersehen. With that, she turns on her heel and walks off as the scene fades out to a commercial break. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2014 16:08:54 GMT -6
What's seen first isn't the traditional "EXODUS Pro" backdrop that's customary for backstage interview segments. No, instead it's a banner for what appears to be "Dallas Championship Wrestling." Far be it from EXODUS to hand out any free publicity, but it's not like a small local promotion is going to be too much of a threat to Nicholas Gray and Jonathan Collins. Into frame steps a brown-haired gentleman, dressed in a suit; when you're always out for success like Brent Maxwell claims to be, you tend to wear suits even in the heat that's beating down outside the building this is being recorded in. He stops mid-shot and addresses the camera directly. Brent Maxwell: EXODUS Pro Wrestling...one of the premiere "hotspots" for talent in the wrestling world. Home to multiple World Champions, and home to some of the best young talent to come into the sport in quite some time. However...I assure each and every one of you who are watching this, who have been watching EXODUS Pro Wrestling since its inception; none of you have ever seen a talent like Deron Franklin. The shot dissolves into a highlight reel of this Deron Franklin; only about 5'10", he sprints through the ring like...well, actually, Maxwell is doing a voice over. Brent Maxwell: He moves like a gazelle, he flies like a hawk, strikes like a cobra! Deron Franklin is the best independent talent in professional wrestling today. But he won't remain independent much longer; see, a good friend of mine and Deron's, Mr. Jimmy Riley, came down here to Dallas Championship Wrestling. He saw EXACTLY what Deron Franklin is capable of, and on the spot? The sound of a finger snap cuts us from the highlight reel back to the shot of Brent Maxwell. However, he's now got backup; behind him to the right stand three men of varying sizes, all of whom are clearly trained athletes. Back and to the left, it's three young black men; one normal size, one a bit more rotund, and a third who looks like he'd almost fit in more with the other three. Between those two groups, you can catch a glimpse of two attractive women. However, up front it's not just Brent, but the man just seen in the video. Deron Franklin has an arm rested on Brent's shoulder as he continues. Brent Maxwell: He signed Deron...and the Derontourage. See, you don't just get one world class athlete when you get Deron Franklin. You get three top notch mixed martial artists! You get two beautiful ladies who could be famous models! And...you get... The...for lack of a better term, "fat" one of the other trio pipes up at this point. Walt Franklin Jr.: Ay, get it right; we Deron's homies! 'Cept me, I'm his brother! Brent shoots a look at Deron, who in turn shoots a look at Walt, who quickly clams up. Brent Maxwell: You get all that and more. EXODUS Pro Wrestling, prepare; because in the very near future? The Derontourage is coming. Dissolve once more to an already prepared "#DERONTOURAGE" logo, then back to Japan, where Dick and Seth take back over. Dick Morosi: You know Seth, it seems like every time you turn around, there's another talent coming here to EXODUS Pro. Seth Ericson: I already love this! Look at that crew he's got! Dick Morosi: Crew? Seth, you're really not the type to call anything a "crew." Except maybe a haircut. Seth Ericson: You're one to talk! Dick Morosi: Nevertheless, fans, up next it's a tag team dream match! Two former EXPRO World Tag Champion pairs collide as Abby Park and Johnny Cannon take on Steve Lenton and Wulf Eriksen! TAG TEAM MATCH
TROUBLE (Wulf Erikssen & Steve Lenton) VS. THE SHORT CHANGE HEROES (Abby Park & Johnny Cannon)The arena lights fade to black. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Suddenly, at full volume, Oh No You Didn't kicks in. Oh no, Oh no, Oh no... Oh no you didn't! With that, the entrance lights fade up in Royal Blue, Red and White as Steve Lenton, Wulf Erikssen and Stacey-X enter the arena. Steve moves to the right of the entrance way, Wulf to the left, with Stacey remaining in the middle. Each man raises a solitary arm in salute to the crowd, as Stacey raises both arms to indicate both performers. David Zinkus: “Introducing, weighing in at a combined weight of 481 lbs, “Big L” Steve Lenton... “Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... they are TROUBLE!” Both men head down the ramp, Steve with his trademark strut, Wulf giving high fives to the crowd as he passes. As they reach the ring, Stephen stops for a moment, reaching out to the sides to allow the fans to reach in and touch him, whilst Wulf slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Steve quickly climbs onto the apron, and straight up the turnbuckle, whilst Wulf runs up to the diagonally opposite corner, both men lifting their arms in salute to the crowd again. Meanwhile, Stacey walks around the ring to the teams corner. The pair then drop down into the ring, meeting in the centre where they greet each other with a chest bump, before peeling off back to their corner. Suddenly, the entrance tunnel is fixed with a bright yellow spotlight, while the arena lights dim down as the blaring chords of "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath slam into its rhythmic bellow throughout the depths of the arena, inciting an instant and vociferous reaction from the EXODUS faithful. The tron screen comes to life playing the Brit's entrance video, a collection of fantastic performances accumulated over his experiences. As soon as Cannon's silhouette becomes visible in the entrance tunnel David Zinkus begins the formal introduction. David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring. "I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun but I don't need to fly
I'm gonna climb up every mountain of the moon
Find the dish that ran away with the spoon" On demand, energetically bursting through the entrance tunnel is none other than Johnny Cannon. The EXPRO Original, the greatest showman in professional wrestling stops and poses on the entrance stage to soak in the adulation. Wearing his MMA style tights in yellow and purple and his #MrEXODUS track jacket in black, both with numerous insignias and designs sewn over them in purple, Johnny stares out at the excited audience through a pair of white SUPER sunglasses. The Brit surveys the capacity crowd, Johnny can't help but grin from ear to ear before running up and down the entrance stage, playing up to the audience. David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from London, England. He is MR. EXODUS... JOHNNYYYY CANNON!!!! With Goodrich walking ahead Cannon begins sauntering down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of excited fans that shove their arms out in his direction. Coming down the middle of the ramp, he slows his pace to a stop, posing on location. He playfully points out a finger gun gesture at the crowd, playing up to the patrons before removing his two hundred dollar sunglasses and handing them to one lucky kid in the front row. "I've crossed the ocean, turned every bend
I found the plastic at the gold at rainbow's end
I've been through magic and through life's reality
I've lived a thousand years and it never bothered me" He quickly runs up the ring steps before slipping into the ring with relative ease. Continuing with his momentum, Johnny spins to the middle of the ring before coming to a stop right in front of the camera. Cannon points at the camera, mouthing "Daddy's Home" to the audience at home as he slides out of his jacket with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to Goodrich on the outside. "Got no religion, don't need no friends
Got all I want and I don't need to pretend
Don't try to reach me, 'cause I'd tear up your mind
I've seen the future and I've left it behind" From there, Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, apparently limbering up while Goodrich looks on from ringside; with his theme fading out, #MrEXODUS gets himself focused to hopefully put on another one of his classic performances. The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. David Zinkus: And his partner, tipping the scales at 118lbs and hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, she is ABBY PARK, and together, they are the SHORT... CHANGE... HEROES!!! The two teams huddle up in their respective corners, discussing who will kick off the match as the referee calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Cannon and Lenton make their way out of the ring, leaving Wulf and Abby Park in to kick things off. The two competitors circle one another, before Wulf lunges in trying to grab hold of Park. Abby sidesteps it, quickly maneuvering away from his grasp. Wulf is relentless however, quickly turning and charging towards Abby once more. Unfortunately he walks right into a boot to the midsection, halting his movement. Abby fires off a vicious European Uppercut that staggers Wulf back, before surging forward and backing him into the ropes. She attempts to whip him across the ring but Wulf reverses it, sending Abby sprinting towards the ropes instead. She bounces off and heads back towards Wulf who attempts to decapitate her with a lariat; but Abby is able to duck underneath it. She hits the ropes once again but this time Wulf makes sure he doesn't miss, knocking Abby down with a back elbow. Dick Morosi: Hard elbow there by Wulf. That may be just what he needs to swing things around here. Seth Ericson: Yeah, he has a window of opportunity right here and he needs to capitalize on it. She quickly pops back up to her feet but Wulf is on her, wailing away at her body with a barrage of punches. Right, left. Right, left. He backs her into the corner turnbuckle and fires off a hard right hand that momentarily stuns her before backpedaling a bit. He then surges forward, but Abby is able to get a boot up to his face. Wulf stumbles back holding his jaw as Abby springs from the corner, launching into the air and knocking him down with a flying forearm. Both competitors scramble to their feet, but Wulf is knocked to the mat once again with another forearm. Abby climbs to her feet, and drags Wulf back to his as she leads him over towards her corner and makes the tag to the former EXODUS Pro World champion. Dick Morosi: And here comes the former EXODUS Pro World champion. Listen to this crowd Seth. Seth Ericson: They sure do love this guy don’t they? Abby raises Wulf's arm up, as Cannon enters the ring and delivers a kick to his exposed ribs. Cannon slams Wulf against the turnbuckle, and then wears him down with a barrage of kicks that cause Wulf to slump against the lower turnbuckle. Cannon backs up, sizing Wulf up and then charges forward, driving his boot straight into Wulf's skull drawing a loud "oohhh" from the crowd at the sound of the impact. Dick Morosi: Did you hear the sound of that impact? Seth Ericson: I know who’s not passing the concussion test after this match, I tell you that much. Cannon rolls Wulf from the corner and attempts a pin. Dick Morosi: Cannon going for a pin here. "One!" "Two!" Dick Morosi: No! Wulf is able to get a shoulder up. Seth Ericson: Even still, he’s not in a good spot right now Dick. In the corner, Lenton applauds his partners efforts and cheers him on. Cannon gets Wulf back to a vertical base and launches a right hand, but Wulf gets an arm up to block it, countering with a snapping right of his own. Cannon fires back once again with another right, but again Wulf blocks it and connects with a stinging right of his own. Cannon retaliates with yet another right, and once again Wulf blocks it, this time countering with a discus lariat that puts Cannon on his back. Dick Morosi: And look at the Bar Room Hero fighting back Seth! Seth Ericson: He’s definitely turning it around, but he’s taken some punishment and he needs to make that tag to Lenton. Wulf slowly climbs to his feet and gets Cannon back up to his. The Bar Room Hero sets up Mr. Exodus and plants him into the mat with a hard snap suplex, before rolling through and attempting a pin. "One!" "Tw--" Seth Ericson: No! Not even a two count there as Cannon is able to get a shoulder up. Erikssen climbs to his feet and makes his way towards his corner tagging in The Big L, who receives a crazy ovation from the crowd. Lenton storms in like a steam engine, nailing Cannon with an axe handle smash across the chest that knocks the former champ down. Lenton then doubles back, connecting with another as soon as Cannon pops back up to his feet and then hits one more. He roughly snatches Cannon back to a vertical base, scooping him up and shaking the ring with a massive body slam. Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton has hit the ring on absolute fire! Seth Ericson: The man has proven time and time again that he's a game changer. You certainly can't take that away from him "One!" "Two!" But Abby Park comes in and makes the save. As D'Artis Johnson gets Abby out of the ring; Lenton gets Cannon up and backs him into the ropes. He shoots Cannon across the ring, and catches him with monstrous spinning spinebuster that really gets the crowd going. He stands Cannon back up and guides him over towards the corner as he tags in Erikssen. As The Bar Room Hero hits the ring, he and Lenton whip Cannon in the adjacent corner, with Wulf immediately following up with a Running Jumping Headbutt. Wulf peels off as Steve runs in, hitting a Corner Spear. Before Cannon can crumple, Steve sends him storming back across the ring with an Irish Whip, right into a Falcon Punch from Wulf that draws a huge pop from the crowd. Seth Ericson: OVERTIME!!!! Dick Morosi: This one could be over, Seth. Wulf going for the cover. “One!” “Two!” “THRE--” Dick Morosi: NO! Abby Park somehow managed to avoid the Big L and make the save! Seth Ericson: Cannon owes her a few rounds for that right there. I was sure the match was over. Abby gets to her feet, but the Big L charges forward connecting with a monstrous clothesline that sends the both of them tumbling over the ropes. Wulf Erikssen walks over towards the ropes, looking over to make sure his partner is good before focusing his attention back on Cannon, who is groggily pushing to a kneeled position. Wulf grabs a hold of him and starts to get him in position for the Bar Room Bomb! Sensing he's in danger however, Cannon instinctively fires back an elbow that catches Wulf on the side of the head. He shoots back another one that causes Wulf to relinquish his grasp and stumble back. Having created some separation, Cannon turns around and connects with The Clockwork Orange! Dick Morosi: What a beautiful combo right there by Cannon! Seth Ericson: But I think he used up everything he had in the tank with it, Dick. Dick Morosi: Both men are down here, and Cannon really needs to make the tag Seth. Abby is back to the corner, now he just needs to find the strength to get there! The crowd roars to life as Johnny slowly begins to claw his way over towards Abby who has her arm outstretched. Erikssen is beginning to stir, causing Abby to wave her arm frantically to Johnny urging him to reach out and make the tag. Just as Wulf turns and sees Cannon within reach, before he can even make an attempt to stop Johnny, he lunges forward and makes the tag in to Park! Dick Morosi: And here comes Abby Park! Park storms into the ring, diving and connecting with a clothesline that puts Wulf back down onto the mat. He rolls over onto his knees, and sits up, only to get caught with a boot straight to the face. Park quickly gets him up to his feet and whips him across the ring. As Erikssen rebounds off of the ropes, Park drives a knee straight to his gut that doubles him over and then hits the ropes, coming back and delivering a two-handed bulldog. She then scrambles to make the cover as Johnson drops down to count. "One!" "Two!" Dick Morosi: Thre--- No! Steve Lenton in with the save. The Big L enters the ring dropping an axe handle smash onto the upper back and head of Abby Park. She rolls over, clutching her head as Wulf uses this opportunity to roll away and create a bit of distance. Both competitors climb to their feet around the same time, and Abby continues to stay on the offensive, charging forward towards Wulf. He sidesteps her however, and uses her momentum to drive her chest first into the turnbuckle. She then stumbles right back into a Russian legsweep! Dick Morosi: Beautiful move right there by Wulf! Seth Ericson: I bet that’ll slow Abby down a bit! Wulf makes the quick tag to Lenton and motions down towards Abby. Lenton nods in understanding and gets her back to her feet. Both men back her into the ropes and whip her across the ring. They lean down, looking to deliver a back body drop, but Abby halts her momentum and pulls up, grabbing both men by the head and implanting them into the mat with a double ddt! Dick Morosi: Big mistake right there by Trouble telegraphing that move. Seth Ericson: Abby saw it coming from a mile away and countered beautifully. Wulf rolls out of the ring as Abby uses the ropes to pull herself up. She gets to a vertical base and stings Lenton's chest with a backhand chop. She fires off another one and then one more to the kneeling Lenton before lifting him up and taking him down with an STO to the crowd's approval. She then drapes herself over him looking for the pin. "One!" "Two!" No! The big L forcefully kicks out. Abby wearily stumbles over towards her corner and makes the tag to Cannon. He enters the ring and nails Lenton with a couple of well placed boots, before plucking him up off of the mat and getting him into position for the Cannon Driver. Lenton fires off a quick right hand to Johnny's gut, causing him to relinquish his grip. He then shoves Cannon away before storming towards him looking to connect with a lariat. Cannon recovers in time to duck underneath the move, and grabs Lenton in a waist lock. He drives Lenton forward into the ropes and then performs a beautiful Waist Lock Backward Roll into a Bridging German Suplex! Dick Morosi: What a move by Johnny Cannon! This could be it! Johnson drops down to make the pin. "One!" "Two!" Dick Morosi: Three?! No!! Wulf Erikssen in to make the save just in the nick of time, with a hard kick to Cannon's spine. Seth Ericson: Talk about perfect timing. The Short Change Heroes were a fraction of a second away from picking up the victory there. Dick Morosi: But here comes Abby Park! Abby Park storms into the ring, and as soon as Wulf gets back to his feet, she leaps up and connects with The Gourd-Head! Dick Morosi: Gourd-Head! Gourd-Head! Seth Ericson: That'll stop him from making any more saves for a while! The kick lands plush and sends Wulf reeling back. He crashes to the mat and rolls to the outside. Abby turns back and sees Cannon still rolling around and grimacing in pain. She hurries to her partners side and begins assisting him up. Steve Lenton has rolled away from them, and he unsteadily rises to his feet. He spies his opponents near the ropes and musters up the strength to surge towards them. He looks to clothesline them both, but Cannon sees him coming and manages to lunge backward avoiding the hit. Abby Park however isn't so lucky as the huge Arm of Lenton slams into her and sends her flying to the outside. Cannon rolls clear of Lenton and springs to his feet behind the big man. He crouches down and eagerly motions for the Big L to turn around. When he does, Cannon springs forward looking to connect with his Roundhouse kick, but Lenton anticipates the move and ducks underneath it. He sprints towards the ropes and thunders back, slamming straight into Cannon and connecting with the 3:00!!! Dick Morosi: He caught him! Seth Ericson: It looked like Cannon got hit by a Mack truck. Lenton drops down to make the cover. "One!" "Two!" "Three!" Dick Morosi: What a match ladies and gentlemen! But somehow Trouble manages to come out on top! Seth Ericson: Abby and Cannon have nothing to be ashamed of here. It was a hell of a battle but -- wait. Oh no! Dick Morosi: Look at this! Look at this cowardly attack. As the referee raises the arm of Steve Lenton, all of a sudden he is cracked in the back of the head with a title belt by Kameron Chase. The fans in attendance quickly break into a chorus of boos as Chase begins putting the boots to Lenton and Cannon. On the outside, Wulf Erikssen climbs to his feet, but he is blasted in the face by Daisuke Iwakuma Dick Morosi: How pathetic is this. Was this really necessary? I mean come on. Abby Park groggily gets to a standing position, but Daisuke spins her around and connects with the Resident Evil! Seth Ericson: The Ninth Gate is sending a message right now, Dick. Daisuke slides into the ring and joins Kameron who stands over the fallen bodies of Johnny Cannon and Steve Lenton. The two men look at each other and the carnage they've caused and simply smirk as they raise their tag titles into the air. WINNER: TROUBLEDick Morosi: Trouble are your winners, but...I can't believe the nerve of The Ninth Gate! Seth Ericson: You knew what type of monsters they were, Dick. Now they're just growing stronger, this group called HATE. I'm afraid to see what they do next. Dick Morosi: More importantly...will the former champs be ready for Ascendency? We'll have to know soon, but for now, let's go to commercial! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2014 15:31:21 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and sitting quietly in his office, pensive and absolutely on edge it seems, is Jonathan Collins. No Darrin Stearns with him, or his newest protege, Carey Caldwell. Instead, Jonathan sits alone, in an almost nervous thought. It's a small creak on the door that has him swing his chair to see who's there, seemingly relieved when he finds out it's...Angela Jameson. Jonathan Collins: Sorry, too much on my mind lately. Angela laughs a little as she walks into the office, shutting the door behind her. Angela Jameson: No need to apologize. You aren’t the only one. Jonathan Collins: I got a text from Harvey today. Your cousin's doing Cleon's work in the legal department. I'm not necessarily sure how good that is, but... He stands up and comes over to hug his friend and occasional tag team partner. Jonathan Collins: Keep an eye open, and...keep your nose clean. Angela lets out a sigh as she returns the hug. She reaches up and pinches the bridge of her nose with her right hand. Angela Jameson: Great. Just effing great. She drops her hand as she looks at her friend. Angela Jameson: You know I will. I just wish I knew what the hell happened to cause…..this thing with my cousin. Jonathan Collins: Only one type of person I know has the ability to sway someone like what happened to your cousin. Only problem is...it sure as hell isn't Cleon. Angela Jameson: Come again? You mean someone is ACTUALLY worse than Cleon? Jonathan Collins: I can name one person worse than Cleon...and it's not a name we talk lightly here. Angela shakes her head as she brushes a strand of hair out of her face. Angela Jameson: Say no more. I just know that I want my cousin back and back to normal. Jonathan Collins: Whatever he can do, he taught to my proverbial brother...and I don't know how Cleon can do that. Jonathan sighs and looks at her. Jonathan Collins: Just one more reason to keep looking for him. I'm gonna need your help and your patience. Angela shakes her head. Angela Jameson: You know I have your back, Jon. She folds her arms across her chest and sighs again. Angela Jameson: Patience has never been a strongsuit of mine, but I’ll do my best. You’ve got my word on that. Jonathan Collins: That's not the only reason you're here though. You know it and I know it. Jonathan looks almost relieved and concerned, knowing what he's about to say next. Jonathan Collins: ....you're in the game now, aren't you? She looks down at the floor, then back at Jonathan, nodding her head. Angela Jameson: It looks that way to me, yeah. Jonathan Collins: It's not gonna be easy. Our old friend's already accusing us of inaction. Angela Jameson: No one ever said this business was easy. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to not only help you and EXODUS out, but to get my family back. Jonathan Collins: Then we're gonna put in the work. I'll try to find you some work for Ascendency, but I imagine Harvey may just have his work cut out for him. Angela Jameson: I'm heading home to San Diego tomorrow for a few days to piece together last minute wedding details. I'll be here whenever you need me. Jonathan Collins: I'll be on the flight with a small group. I need to head to Knoxville. Murdock's little menagerie may need my help against something bigger than themselves. Angela Jameson: I may also have to make a phone call to a former boss of mine to get his insight and possible help on this matter. Jonathan Collins: Let's just... He looks at her. Jonathan Collins: Let's keep it in-house. I want this stopped before it gets to the rest of the industry. Angela nods her head. Angela Jameson: Understandable. Besides, I didn’t want to talk to him anyway. She says with a half smirk. Jonathan Collins: Besides, what's he gonna say? That he told us so? No thank you, there's still cards left to be played. I haven't put my full hand out for everyone just yet, Ang. Jonathan raises an eyebrow and reaches for his friend's ear, suddenly producing an American quarter. Jonathan Collins: I'm full of surprises. Angela laughs a little bit as she shakes her head. Angela Jameson: You are strange, you know that? It’s all part of your charm though. She uncrosses her arms and loops her thumbs through the beltloops on the front of her jeans. Angela Jameson: Sounds like we are going to need every card that we have to be played. Jonathan Collins: Good thing I've got Vet Status. Jon smirks and shakes his head. Jonathan Collins: Go talk to Syd, she was looking for you earlier. She nods her head and starts to head towards the door. Angela Jameson: I was about to go find her. I wanted to talk to her too. She puts her hand on the doorknob and calls out over her shoulder. Angela Jameson: By the way, thank you. Jonathan Collins: You don't ever have to thank me. You know that better than most. Angela nods, leaving Jon on his own again, sighing as he looks once more in thought. After that, we cut back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: The Seikigun looks like they just added another big gun in the form of Angela Jameson. Seth Ericson: Which means they're even more dangerous. Dick Morosi: If you want to see danger, look at the next match! Justin Brooks will go one on one with Christian Kane...next! NORMAL MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE VS. JUSTIN BROOKSDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... 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. Pink and gold lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him as the lights quickly begin to illuminate his silhouette. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at a two hundred and twenty-six pounds...he is CHRIIIIIIIISTIIIIIIAAAANNNNNN...KAAAAAAAAAANEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! With a smirk Kane instantly proceeds to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, attracting attention his “#STUDLIFE” t-shirt with a grin before smirking and pushing the camera to the side. The grin continues and he nods in approval as the fans in the RIMAC arena let Kane know exactly what they think of him as the music continues to play throughout the arena. Kane makes his way around to the left side of the ring, walks up the steel steps then climbs the turnbuckle. With one foot on the top turnbuckle and one on the second rope, Kane holds his arms out to his side and tenses his muscles, inciting an extremely loud positive reaction from the audience in attendance once more. His signature smirk remains on his face, as Kane now hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring. Walking across the ring the Handsome Drifter jumps on the second rope, blowing a kiss into the crowd as cheers rain out from the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful. As the music slowly fades, Kane hops off the rope and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. Dick Morosi: A very game looking Christian Kane here tonight, and given the competition he gave our World champion two weeks ago, he looks ready for Justin Brooks. Seth Ericson: Kane is focused and ready to beat down on Brooks like some bad memory out of Knoxville and Brett Sands combined, Dick. "TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." [Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 David Zinkus: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia...weighing in at a two hundred and sixty-seven pounds...he is JUUUUUSTINNNNN...BROOOOOOOOOOOOKSSSSSSS! [Wale]
Malcolm X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide A large chorus of boos erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on his lips as he places his hands on his waist. “By Any Means” by Wale continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd as run his tongue over the front of his teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. Seth Ericson: At the same time, Dick, Justin Brooks came up just shy of a victory against Fiona Collins two weeks ago and you can tell in his eyes that he wants to get back on the winning wagon. Dick Morosi: It is going to be quite a matchup between two men with some shared history prior to their EXODUS Pro careers and with a whole lot of pride on the line to boot. The bell rings and we’re under way as Christian tosses his “#STUDLIFE” t-shirt away into the front row at a group of ladies there, who squeal and swoon accordingly while Kane winks at them, motioning for them to give him a call. Brooks takes the opportunity, however, and immediately rushes Kane before he can turn back to face him, laying onto the Handsome Drifter with powerful punches and knees, backing CK into the corner and nailing away with stomps to his chest before the referee has to get in there and count him, forcing Brooks to stop at the count of four. Brooks then irish whips Kane into the opposite corner and runs at it, meeting him with a massive running shoulder to the gut. He continues to use the shoulders against the gut multiple times, keeping Kane grounded and unable to move before pulling him off the corner and hooking him up before nailing him with a belly-to-back suplex. He grinds his forearm against Christian’s skull, taunting him in the process before letting go, standing up to his feet and taunting the Kobe crowd, garnering a bunch of boos in the process. He stands Kane back up to his feet, hitting him with a sharp elbow to the side of the skull that sends Kane back to the turnbuckles. Brooks irish whips Kane to the opposing turnbuckle again and this time, the force of it is enough to cause Kane to go chest-first into the turnbuckle and as he stumbles back, Justin runs to the ropes and catches Christian right on the money with a leaping clothesline, flooring the Handsome Drifter and causing a rather cringing reaction from the crowd at the way Kane took the thing. Dick Morosi: Early going in this match-up and Justin Brooks is taking Christian Kane to town! Seth Ericson: Losing to an arch nemesis in Fiona Rourke two weeks ago has probably been eating away at Justin’s mind for the past two weeks and he’s taking it out on Christian. Brooks does not waste any time in bringing Kane back to his feet and hitting him with a series of knees to the gut before pushing Kane to the ropes with force, causing Christian to bounce back from them and in the process, Big Bad Brooks lowers his body in anticipation of a back body drop...but instead, he catches Christian’s boot to the jaw. As Brooks stumbles back, so does Kane, who finds himself not falling to the floor from the earlier assault due to the ropes. Annoyed, Brooks rushes Kane but Christian is one step ahead as he ducks and pulls down on the top rope, letting Justin Brooks go over the ropes and to crash on the protective mats below the ring. As Brooks gets his bearings outside of the ring, it does not take long for Christian Kane to come running from the opposite ropes...and stopping himself short from diving through them, avoiding a flying forearm from Justin Brooks in the process. Kane takes a step back, a wide grin on his face as he taps the side of his forehead, insinuating he’s a step ahead of the Big Bad Brooks. Now displaying a bit more annoyance, Brooks slides back in the ring and immediately guns for Christian Kane...who, then, drops him with a drop toehold for his troubles. Soon enough, Kane’s putting on a wrestling clinic as he moves up, putting a headlock on the Beast and not hesitating to take him down with an unorthodox judo throw when Justin attempts to get back to a vertical base, keeping a hold of it tight before getting himself back to a vertical base, hitting Brooks with a snapmare before following it with a swift dropkick to the back of the Beast’s head. Dick Morosi: And Kane taking the initiative after capitalizing on Brooks’ early mistake and Christian may have found a body part to work on. Seth Ericson: It’s the Beast vs. the Stud, Dick! These two are going to go back-and-forth as many times as it takes until somebody wins it. The Stud does not stop there, as he begins laying several, honed elbows on the back of Justin Brooks’ neck before nailing a jumping elbow to it. Christian quickly shoots the half and we’ve got ourselves the first cover of this match-up: ONE!!!! TWOOO!!!!! TH- Brooks powers out of it. Kane continues on the attack after the cover, swinging wildly at the back of Brooks’ neck and head before standing him up and placing on a swift chinlock, beginning to apply pressure on it. However, Justin manages to get his hands around Christian’s waist and showing his freakish strength, he attempts a back suplex in which Kane manages to slip out of at the last moment and land behind Justin. As Brooks turns around, he catches a dropkick right to the kisser, flooring the big man immediately and bringing a roar from the crowd as he swings his hips and blows a kiss to the crowd before following this sequence up with a jumping knee to Justin’s skull. He covers Brooks again: ONE!!!! TWOOO!!!!! TH- Brooks kicks out again. Dick Morosi: And Kane’s now targeting the head and neck of Brooks, no doubt looking to eventually nail some of his heavy offense with the knees and kicks. Seth Ericson: The Stud is taking the Beast to school right now...but we all know that just one moment is all it takes for a freak like Justin Brooks to turn the tables. Kane glances over at the referee, almost as if asking “really?” on the count, but the referee holds the two fingers in return. Shrugging, Christian does not hesitate to mount Justin Brooks and lays in a few punches to his skull, forcing the referee to get involved and count him. Kane stops at the three count, grabbing on to Brooks’ neck and attempting to turn him over for a neckbreaker...but the Beast shows some signs of life as he pushes Kane away from him and towards the near turnbuckle. Christian stops himself from hitting it in full, but before Kane can turn around, Justin Brooks roars in a display of fighting spirit as he catches the Canadian Sensation by the waist and elevates him up high in the air, damn near taking him off of his boots with a German suplex! Brooks keeps the bridge and the referee slides down to the mat: ONEEEE!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! THRE- Kane gets the shoulders up...but Brooks does not let go of the bridge. In fact, the Beast has got other plans as he stands back to his feet with Kane in tow and elevates him up, connecting with another massive German suplex to the Handsome Drifter and of course, the Atlanta native is not done here. He keeps the bridge and returns to a vertical base, although this time around, his grip changes from having a hold of Kane’s waist to hooking only one of his arms. In an incredible display of strength, Brooks suplexes Christian Kane over his head and the Stud lands on his neck for it! Dick Morosi: Half-nelson suplex!!! Brooks gets the trifecta here and in a big way! Seth Ericson: The tables got turned, Dick. Just like I said they could be. Man, that’s some freakish power right there. Kane attempts to move towards the ropes to keep himself from getting caught, only for Brooks to stop him short and pull him up to his feet. As soon as Kane is vertical Brooks lights up his chest with knife edge chops, backing Kane into a corner before he whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, following in close behind and landing a perfect clothesline, pulling him out of the corner he once more sends him in for the ride, once more following in close behind, driving his knee into his gut as he steps onto the bottom rope and fires right hands down into his forehead - the fans counting each shot right up to ten. Dropping down to his feet, Brooks again sends Kane barrelling toward the other corner, the Toronto native hitting the turnbuckles hard and stumbling forward into the middle of the ring where Brooks is waiting for him as he lifts him up for a stalling suplex...holding it there...holding it there...holding him there...HOLDING HIM UP THERE... Seth Ericson: Oh dear lord... Dick Morosi: He’s been holding Christian up there for the better part of a minute! The crowd in Kobe, for once, seems to show their approval of Justin Brooks’ incredible display of strength as he still holds Christian Kane in the air for a few moments, motioning for them to get louder with one hand while he holds the Stud with the other before finally dropping him down to the mat with a stalling suplex! The crowd roars in approval as Brooks stands up, screaming at them to get their asses up and ready while he moves to the corner and begins to stalk Christian Henrik Kane. It takes a few moments but Christian begins to stumble towards the ropes, using them to help him up as leverage until he’s back to a vertical base. But as Kane groggily moves away from the ropes, Justin Brooks runs straight at him...and floors him with a massive spear. Dick Morosi: SPEAR!!!!! Seth Ericson: AND A COVER!!! ONEEEE!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! THRE- NO! Kane rolls the shoulder JUST in the nick of time! Justin pounds the mat, staring at the referee and telling him defiantly that should have been a three. The referee, once again, holds up two fingers. Before Christian can even react to the effects of the spear that hit him like a freight train, Brooks lifts him enough to catch him rising with a boot to the ribs while Christian’s on all fours - the shot delivered with enough force to lift him off the mat. Instantly Kane’s arm covers up the ribs and he pushes up to his knees and eats a haymaker right from Justin, followed by a boot to his chest that sends him sitting back on his knees. Brooks does not allow him to stay that way for long, pulling him using his hair straight into a Muay Thai clinch, firing knees into his head. Finally he pulls him all the way up, setting him up for another textbook example of a suplex - this time a fisherman's suplex, hooking the leg for the pin once more. ONEEEE!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! THRE- And Kane somehow kicks out again! Dick Morosi: And Brooks is looking to get this one finished here, Seth! Seth Ericson: He smells the blood in the water...and probably all the other juices based Kane’s consumed over the years. Dick Morosi: ...Please don’t ruin this match for me. Seth Ericson: I’M JUST SAYING HE BAD, MAN! HE BAD! Okay, at this point? Brooks is looking at the referee as if it murdered his most beloved pet, shaking his head as the referee motions two fingers again. As he stands up, he glances over at Christian Kane, sighing before he moves up to grab Christian and bring him back to a vertical base. He brings Kane to the ropes and irish whips the Canadian off of them, meeting him front and center of the ring and lifting him in the air, attempting to nail him with one of his patented spinebusters but Kane does not go to the ground. He manages to grab a hold of Justin’s head with his right arm and as momentum will have it, the two go to the ground, but it’s Brooks getting the worst of it! Dick Morosi: DDT! DDT! DDT! Seth Ericson: What a reversal of Brooks’ spinebuster and both men are down, Dick. The referee begins to look at the floored men, seeing that outside of heavy breathing, they aren’t moving around much...and he begins to make the count: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Dick Morosi: We’re at six here, Seth, and neither men are moving a great amount here...I would hate to see this one end in a draw. Seth Ericson: Nonsense, Dick. IF YOU’RE A MAN...YOU DON’T CRY ABOUT IT! YOU TAKE LIFE WITH ALL ITS UPS AND DOWNS! AND IF YOU’RE A REAL MAN, YOU JUST STAY UP!!! Dick Morosi: ...So, you’re insinuating neither Justin Brooks nor Christian Kane are real men right now? Seth Ericson: Don’t you be twisting my words, Dick! SEVEN! EIGHT! ...At long last, we see some progress as Brooks begins to move up to a vertical base and Kane uses the ropes to return to one knee… NINE! Brooks is up to his feet, but finds himself stumbling to the near ropes while Kane finally returns to a vertical base, the crowd in Kobe roaring in approval for this display of gutsiness on both men’s parts. Dick Morosi: And this crowd in Kobe showing their appreciation for some good old-fashioned professional wrestling, Seth. Seth Ericson: That’s right, Dick. And you know who doesn’t have that? A city that starts with the letter “K.” Dick Morosi: Kansas City? Seth Ericson: Don’t be a dick, Dick! And we’re off to the races, as Kane and Brooks take to the center of the ring and begin displaying their machismo in full as they trade punches front and center, one after the other, the crowd reacting wildly with each movement by either the Beast or the Stud, the match living up to its name as the People’s Main Event on this very night. But given the power swings, Brooks begins to take advantage as for each Christian Kane swing, he’s got three consecutive ones. Finally, he gets the edge as his punches make Christian reel back to the turnbuckle. In desperation, Kane attempts a wild swing in which Brooks ducks under...and then attempts to place Kane into a rear naked choke! Seth Ericson: FLASHOVER!!! Dick Morosi: Brooks is trying to lock it in, but look at Kane! Christian is squirming and twisting, attempting to make sure that he does not get locked into the choke, eventually stepping backward and forcing Brooks into the turnbuckle, forcing the big man to give up his attempts. As Kane steps back, he watches Brooks take two steps forward from the ropes and he jumps up in the air, his legs catching Justin’s head as he tries to go for a hurricanrana...but he gets caught! Brooks keeps a hold of Christian in the air, eventually taking him from the powerbomb position to placing Kane right onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry! Brooks takes a step forward, placing himself near the center of the ring, attempting to shift him in position for the Thunder Driver… Dick Morosi: Hook ‘N Ladder, coming up! However, Kane begins to wildly swing his elbows against the side of Brooks’ neck, doing everything in his power to not go on that particular trip and after one sound elbow to the side of the skull, Christian managed to do just enough to slip from the grasp of Brooks, landing behind him while somehow holding on to Justin...and without wasting time, crossing Big Bad Brooks’ arms around his own neck quickly into a straight-jacket hold before Kane tucked his knees together and the Toronto native jumped up, nailing Justin Brooks with a backstabber in the process before letting go, the impact enough to cause Brooks to stumble forward and to the ropes, the impact causing him to eventually bounce back just enough from them and allow Christian Kane to see a window of opportunity, as his right foot flies up and catches Brooks right in the jaw! Dick Morosi: SSK!!!! Seth Ericson: What a reversal!!!! Without wasting any time, Christian hooks Justin’s right leg and leans back into the cover, holding on for dear life: ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dick Morosi: IT IS ALLLLLL OVER!!!!! The bell rings and “You Gave Love a Bad Name” begins to play on the PA system as the crowd in Kobe roars in approval for the match they’ve just seen and most importantly, the victor of this match-up, who is helped up to one knee by the referee before his hand is raised up high. David Zinkus: Here is your winner, by pinfall...CHRIIIIISTIIIIAANNN...KANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Kane is finally up to his feet and he soaks in the crowd cheers, holding on to his back with one hand while using the other to blow a kiss to the crowd at hand, taking a small bow before grinning wide, screaming that he is, in fact, BAD! WINNER: CHRISTIAN KANEDick Morosi: What a match-up we have seen here tonight, Seth! Seth Ericson: These two went to war and it was just a matter of one move reversing the fortunes here...an unique counter by Christian Kane set up the SSK and from there, it was all she wrote! Dick Morosi: Christian Kane with a HUGE victory! Seth Ericson: Give the man some credit! The Handsome Drifter came proper at the Monster of the Bay and barely flinched! Both of them were AMAZING tonight. They've got nothing to be ashamed of at all, and both look GREAT going into Ascendency! Dick Morosi: Of course, Kane's got Brett Sands on the horizon, and I've just received words Justin Brooks will be meeting Zack Lifer at Ascendency! While we sort that out, let's head to this video package! The screen goes black for a moment, showcasing different shots of wrestling rings and companies all around the world and the crowd roaring in approval as the Godzilla march-like beginning to “The Second Coming” by Juelz Santana begins playing across the screen, showing a pair of people making their entrances, be it through an inflatable tunnel or being risen up the entrance ramp. As the camera shots cut through the entrances, it showcases a glimpse of the personalities in question before the song shifts right into its main hook.
They say a family that plays together, stays together.
And one that walks apart just falls apart.
So, together we stand, divided we fall.
United, we form Voltron and take on all.
Let’s move, yes!
The cameras flash to the then-“Red Comet” Leander Apollo hitting a set of foes with multiple variations of suplexes and to a shot of him holding championships he’s won over the years, and following suit is footage of the “Golden Elbow” Vanessa Cade flooring foes with her patented rolling elbow and other series of maneuvers, changing it finally to showcase her holding a belt over her hands up high in the air.
The birds left the nest.
I’m all grown up I gotta fly with the rest.
Best of the best is what we strive to be. Yeah.
A legacy is what we trying to leave.
The footage then changes over to the rings in Japan where both Leander and Vanessa have been wrestling in over the past few weeks, showing the two of them working together as a tandem, hitting opponents with different tag team moves alongside highlighting a particularly nasty Knee Trembler from Vanessa to an opponent and then showing Leander execute a picture-perfect Capture Suplex onto another opponent.
Ya dig?
Now say goodbye to the past.
The future is here at last.
The second coming.
The new beginning.
The truth is speaking.
You should listen.
Now, the footage begins to show the few opponents that they faced falling victim to Leander giant swinging up high in the air and Vanessa nailing them in the skull mid-rotation with the Golden Elbow in their combination “Golden Slaughter” maneuver and then cuts back to Vanessa nailing the opponent with a backstabber as Leander powerbombs the opponent right into her knees, the move known as the “Teeter-Totter.”
So glorious, victorious.
We take what we want we born warriors.
So glorious, victorious.
We take what we want we born warriors.
We finally then go to Vanessa and Leander getting multiple, separate shots of the two posing victorious over matches from their years wrestling before showcasing the two of them together with their hands raised by the referee as the song begins to fade and a graphic showcases the following:
THE GENERATION OF MIRACLES
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2014 15:24:38 GMT -6
The door to Cleon Gray’s office opens as ‘The Monster of the Bay’, Justin Brooks, steps out adjusting the black silk tie closer to his neck as he closes the door behind. He doesn’t get but a single step before being confronted by the likes of The New Iron Saint. Justin Brooks: You’re in my way, Mr. Lifer. You need to move. Zack does the exact opposite, standing right in the path of Justin Brooks with a smirk across his face. Crossing his arms over his chest, he gestures towards Justin with a simple head movement, a stern look in his eyes, seriousness overcoming him. Zack Lifer: You know he’s using you, right? How blind can you be that you seriously can’t see that the man in that office chair has you in the palm of his grubby, little hand because he’s too much of a gutless coward to do it himself? You have a brain, don’t you? It’s about time you use it. Coming after me just because the big and powerful 40% boss barked at you, told you to do it, doesn’t mean it was ever the right thing to do, you understand? Justin looks down at Zack with a snarl curling at the corner of his lips, resisting the urge to break him in half without a moment’s notice. Using all the restrain he can, Justin leans in slightly speaking through gritted teeth. Justin Brooks: Whatever arrangement I have with Mr. Gray is exactly that...between Mr. Gray and I. I don’t deal with right or wrong. I have a job to do and I aim to do it… I’m giving you a sporting chance. So once again, Zack, I strongly suggest that you step aside and move along before I move you myself. Lifer slowly shakes his head back and forth as lets out a of sigh of pity towards Brooks. Zack Lifer: I’d like to see you try, honestly. It’d be entertaining. ‘Cause we both know that unless Cleon rings his little bell, you aren’t going to do thing. You’re just his puppet. You don’t deserve the name ‘Justin Brooks.’ You might as well just be referred to as Henchman #5 these days, how’s that sound, ‘friend’? Having heard enough, Justin lunges forward and grabs the front of Zack’s shirt roughly Justin Brooks: You little s***! You know why Cleon hates you and Collins doesn’t trust you? You want to know why Magnus Gunner is silently and methodically plotting his revenge because you don’t know how to stop running that mouth of yours!? You’re all alone, Zack. There’s not a soul who can save you, and when I finally come for you, there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Zack struggles against the sheer strength of Brooks, but closes the gap as he brings his knee up hard, catching Brooks right in the crotch! Justin immediately lets go and falls back to the ground, leaning against Cleon’s door in agony. Zack smoothes out his shirt and kneels in front of Justin with a smug smirk on his lips. Zack Lifer: My fight isn’t with you, it’s with Cleon Gray, but if you want to take his place… I have no problems obliging with those terms. Cleon wants to sick his biggest dog after me? Then I’ll make sure to have you fixed and send your nuts to your puppet master! Zack smiles sarcastically and pats Justin playfully on the head before walking away. All in calm for a moment, leaving Justin holding himself in pain until suddenly The New Iron Saint runs back onto the scene and lands the final nail in the coffin - a Forced Suicide straight for Justin Brooks’ temple! Zack Lifer: See you next time, Henchman! With that, he jokingly waves a final time, a smirk of content across his face as he makes his final steps away from the scene, Justin Brooks knocked to the tiled floor as the camera pans upwards to see the label of Cleon Gray’s office in professional print, and we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer is NOT making a friend in Justin Brooks. Seth Ericson: Considering how few friends he has right now, he's not helping his cause. Dick Morosi: In the meanwhile, there's tag team action about to go down! Savannah Taylor will be teaming with that annoying idiot Brett Sands to face WEAPON and International Champion Lexy Chapel! Seth Ericson: Did you just insult Brett Sands? Dick Morosi: I did...that felt kind of good! Seth Ericson: ...wow. Take it, Zinkus, while I get this guy's head on straight. TAG TEAM MATCH
LEXY CHAPEL (EXODUS Pro International Champion) & WEAPON VS. SAVANNAH TAYLOR (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) & BRETT SANDSThe fans in the arena 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. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing our first competitor for the match … she is the San Diego Bay Champion … 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. "In The City" by Kevin Rudolf begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience immediately begins to boo. Brett Sands steps through the curtain, a smirk on his face as he stands at the top of the stage and stares out into the audience. Wearing his dark green trunks and a dark green sweater, he raises his hands high up in the air as gold pyro sprinkles down before stepping forward and making his way to the ring. David Zinkus: Introducing our second competitor, and Savannah’s partner for tonight … hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio … Brett … SANDS!!! As he makes his way down the ramp, Brett just looks at the audience and signs along with the song, mostly the part where Rudolf says "give it all up for me" and pointing at himself. Once ringside, Brett slowly (and with cockiness) walks around the ring before going up the steel steps and entering the ring. He removes his jacket and tosses it at the nearby worker before standing in the center of the ring. While at the center, he slowly moves around in a circle, "basking in his glory", before taking Savannah’s hand and raising it in the air. The two pose for the crowd, hamming it up for everyone watching. 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, Nate and Lexy Chapel walk out on to the stage, each carrying with them a camera-phone. They each stage on different sides of the stage at first, looking out over the fans and both filming the fans, before Nate turns and Lexy runs at him, leaping in to his arms and kissing him passionately on the stage.
. T H E . C H A P E L . S H O W . David Zinkus: And introducing the first of their opponents this evening … hailing from North London, England … she is the International Champion … Lexy … Chapel!!! They both make their way to the ring as the music continues to play, filming the fans as they walk down to the ring and posing on the entrance ramp together. As the chorus of the song begins, both slide in to the ring and climb up on to opposite corners, filming the fans again with their phones before turning and filming each other. “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” They both jump down from their corners and walk to the middle of the ring where Nate grabs Lexy and spins her around before kissing her again. He takes the phone from her and she removes her ring jacket before sliding over to her corner and jumping up on the turnbuckles, posing there again for a moment before flipping over backwards and readying herself for the match. The arena lights begin to dim except for one bright light at the entrance of the stage area while violins and classical music begin to fill the speakers, along with an ominous Latin chant...
Delete! Delete! O, Chaos, Deus Exitii! Devastate! Devastate! Chaos, Deus Mortis! O, Chaos! David Zinkus: And Lexy’s partner tonight … the final competitor for the match … he … is … WEAPON!!! As the verse ends and transitions into more ominous Latin chanting with the guitars and drums following suit as the song transitions from “Cantata Mortis” to “God in Fire” by Takeharu Ishimoto ft. Kidneythieves, four people start to stand in front of the light, all concealed thanks to the bright light dimming their own traits. Gone in a second, ultimate destruction, Gods are warring, sorrow never-ending, Endless chaos, for an eternity, Welcome to…the abyss! Like military, the three people accompanying WEAPON start to move in time like police. Rude, Tseng and Angeal basically clear the way for WEAPON as he starts to point to the ring before running down the ramp and sliding in before rolling and getting to his feet. The crowd starts to stir as the masked man takes a deep breath and climbs a turnbuckle to look out to the crowd and salute them before turning his attention to his surroundings, preparing himself for what is to come as Rude, Tseng and Angeal watch on from the outside. WEAPON goes to his partner immediately, neither of them bothering with the showboating - they get down to business straight away. Into a close huddle, an intense conversation seems to be starting up. The ref does the go over with each of the teams, clarifying and checking. Lexy and WEAPON say they final words, and WEAPON steps out. Brett and Savannah, on the other hand, are both trying to start the match. After some convincing, Savannah is left alone, Brett standing outside the ropes. The ref sees we’re ready to start and calls for the bell. Both girls are into the centre of the ring, but it’s Savannah who comes out on top, moving Lexy into a hammerlock. She pulls the arm up far enough to cause enough pain for Lexy to react. Lexy slaps at her shoulder, works her way towards the empty corner and gets the ropes. The ref counts for the break, get to four, and then Savannah steps away. Some circling now and then they are back into the wrestling. Savannah again gets the upper hand, a bit of extra speed and a bit of extra technical knowledge. Wristlock into a headlock, works Lexy into the middle of the ring before seating her on the mat and then hitting her with a shin kick to the back. Lexy cries out, Savannah looks pleased with herself. Seth Ericson: Savannah should be smiling - she’s come out aggressive and she’s laying the groundwork for the win. Taylor runs for the ropes, comes off them and tries to come in with a baseball slide to Lexy. But Chapel is quick to roll out the way, over to her corner. Savannah goes to get after her oppoent, but the sight of WEAPON makes her rethink getting too close. She stalks Chapel from after as she gets to her feet. When she’s ready, she comes out her corner fast, a knee to Taylor’s gut, and then hitting her with a series of knife-edge chops. She hits her back and back to the empty corner. The ref is in to break it up … Sands with the quick pull of hair! Chapel falls down to the mat, the ref only sees the aftermath. The crowd is up in arms! Dick Morosi: Brett Sands showing everyone exactly why no one likes him. Lexy, holding the back of her head, gets herself to her feet. Dropkick from Savannah! Lexy is down again. Taylor follows up with a legdrop, then hits a standing moonsault! The crowd are still not pleased! Savannah goes for the early pin 1 … kick out! Seth Ericson: Early pin from Taylor here. She has had the advantage here in the opening. Dick Morosi: But she’s going to have to keep it going if she’s going to get the win for the team. Savannah brings Chapel to her feet, works her to the ropes, and then lays in a forearm strike. She looks pleased, gloating with Brett about how easy it is. But, before she can go for the second, Lexy brushes her opponent warms away and with a primal scream lays in chop after chop! When she’s blown her back to the other side of the ring, she whips Savannah to the ropes, and then meets her with a Japanese arm drag! Taylor hits the mat hard, Lexy is relentless and hist the ropes, coming off with a springboard moonsault! Now it’s her turn to go for the pin. 1 … 2 .. kick out! Dick Morosi: Better offence now from the International Champion. This is what we all expected from her! Lexy gets the call from WEAPON, acknowledges it, then hits the ropes again, coming off with a baseball slide right to the midsection on Taylor. Rolling up, she slaps hands with WEAPON and the tag is made! The crowd erupts at their chance to see one of their favourites in action. Savannah is slow to get to her feet. WEAPON gets her in a headlock and works her way back to the ring. He steps back from Taylor, feeds off the crowd … then pushes her into her corner. The crowd is stunned. WEAPON waits for the tag, Brett is cautious. Dick Morosi: WEAPON … he’s given up the advantage! Seth Ericson: He’s probably given up the match! How come? Brett is slow, but eventually tags the back of Savannah who takes her break on the apron. Slowly stepping through, Sands still hesitates to get near enough to his opponent. WEAPON isn’t one to wait and comes after Sands. Lock up. European uppercut from Brett. He follows up with a lariat take down, and WEAPON hits the mat. Sands smirks, looking around to the crowd and gesturing to their supposed hero. Before he can capitalise, WEAPON hooks Brett’s legs, brings him down to the mat. There is some grappling before both men are on their feet. Brett whips WEAPON to the ropes. WEAPON comes off to make a kick. Brett catches the leg, tries to throw it away … dragon whip from WEAPON! Sands hits the mat, WEAPON follows through with a springboard into the quebrada! Brett is hit hard, WEAPON in for the pin. 1 … 2 .. kick out! Dick Morosi: WEAPON is relentless when he gets going. It’s as if he doesn’t have an off-button. Seth Ericson: Doesn’t have an off … Dick, do you know anyone who has an actual off button? WEAPON rolls through, as does Brett. They both make their feet, trade some blows, but it’s Sands who gets the advantage with a stiff knee to the gut. Then, as WEAPON is doubled over, Brett hits him with a knee to the face. WEAPON reels back into his opponents corner. The ref admonishes him for his tactics … and doesn’t see Savannah hook her arm around WEAPON’s throat and try to choke him out! WEAPON struggles, but Savannah gets leverage over the ropes. Eventually Brett waves the ref off and goes to the corner, taking up the three point stance. The ref turns to find Savannah choking WEAPON and quickly breaks the two up. WEAPON stumbles out the corner, coughing and choking … right into a hard clothesline from Sands! The two hit the mat. Brett rolls through with the tag. Savannah comes off the top rope with a frog splash! She holds in for the pin! 1 … 2 … kick out! Dick Morosi: The quick tag there and WEAPON is looking in more need of a tag now! WEAPON is able to shove Savannah off. She tries to keep him down with a couple of stomps, but WEAPON won’t stay down. He is on his feet, catches Savannah’s arm, and pulse her around for a dragon suplex! They are both on the mat, sucking in breath. Savannah knows she needs to get t o the corner. She reaches out and tags in Brett. WEAPON is crawling to get to Lexy. Brett quickly grabs WEAPON’s ankle and pulls him back in. WEAPON rolls over and gets a stiff kick to Brett’s face, sending him reeling. WEAPON starts to crawl back to the corner, but Brett is back and grabs that ankle again. WEAPON goes for the kick again, but Brett has learnt. He gets WEAPON back to his feet. He works WEAPON into a full nelson, going for the follow-up slam. WEAPON manages to free an arm, reverses the hold, and hits the half-nelson suplex! Seth Ericson: The fightback from WEAPON! The crowd is getting behind him! Dick Morosi: But does he have enough in the reserves to get Lexy back in!? Brett is down on the mat, as is WEAPON. WEAPON looks worn, but is up first. He is quickly followed by Brett. They trade blows before Brett gets in a discus back elbow, WEAPON stumbling around and then into the ropes as he holds his head. Brett looks to follow up with a spinebuster. he hooks around WEAPON, but WEAPON modifies the hold, gets Sands’ head and drives him down with a tornado DDT! The crowd erupts at the desperate move … but neither man can capitalise! They are both exhausted. Both get to all fours at the same time, but Brett is closer to the corner. He tags Savannah in. She races over to WEAPON, hitting him with a dropkick to the midsection. WEAPON collapses on the mat. Taylor goes for a standing moonsault … WEAPON rolls out! Dick Morosi: WEAPON must be running on empty now. He’s taken everything Savannah and Brett can throw at him. Seth Ericson: He needs to get Lexy in or this match is over! WEAPON pulls himself up on the ropes, Savannah clutches at her midsection. She knows she has to keep him in the ring, desperately attacking him. She goes for a clothesline, WEAPON ducks it, turns it into a reverse DDT! Taylor hits the mat. WEAPON can slowly crawl to the corner. He tags in the fresh Lexy Chapel who bursts into the ring from the top rope, hitting the top-rope moonsault! She rolls through to hit leg drop high on the chest. Then rolls through to pull Savannah up from the mat, whips her to the ropes, and hits her with a dropkick as she comes back. The crowd is on their feet now, Lexy jumps up to her feet with a roar! Seth Ericson: Lexy is wrestling like a woman possessed here! Dick Morosi: She’s the freshest in this match - she might be able to get the win here for her team! Savannah is struggling to get up, Lexy helps her on her way. She softens her up with some chops, then launches herself off the ropes the Dental Check! Savannah reels back, then hits the mat. Brett thinks to step into the ring, but in his last desperate acts, WEAPON charges at him, the two tumble together to the mat, and then fight out the ring. Savannah has got to her feet, but not for long. Missile dropkick from Lexy! They both hit the ground, but Lexy has her plan. She is back up the top ripe, poses for the crowd then comes off with the Social Distortion! She hits Savannah flush, then rolls her up for the pin. 1 … 2 … 3! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners for this match: Lexy Chapel and WEAPON!!! WINNERS: LEXY CHAPEL & WEAPONDick Morosi: Two more huge victories for WEAPON and Lexy! Seth Ericson: Those two are looking to prove some points. Both are looking to possibly have a huge matches at Ascendency...but who will Chapel be facing? Dick Morosi: That's the question of the night. With Talfourd off the board, who's left? We'll hopefully find out tonight. Meanwhile, let's go backstage! The camera suddenly cuts backstage to reveal Christum Furor to be sitting on a stairwell. He is sitting on the landing, legs dangling over the edge, and a railing support between them. Christum Furor: I know what you’re all thinking. You think Zack Lifer may have gotten to me two weeks ago. You think that Christum Furor could be unraveling before your very eyes and that my leverage in this little game is dwindling. But blind eyes cannot see the truth. And what is the truth? The truth is that Gods & Monsters has always been a step ahead of the Sekigun. Of Jonathan. Of Fiona. The truth is no matter what you people do, what little victories you’re able to amass, none of it matters in the grand scheme. It’s all pointless really, how you wholeheartedly believe that you can circumvent the inevitable. The thing is, natural selection is real. Evolution is real. We have evolved from calamity, from misfortune, from pain to become the monoliths and pillars of the enlightened future. And on the throne seated beside these brilliant structures is one GOD. And he currently holds this. Furor raises the EXODUS World Championship up to the camera, looking at it with somewhat of a twisted fascination. Christum Furor: And this is what they want so badly. This is the thing that makes them go. This little championship that can vindicate the existence of so many, yet it does me so little. Such a superficial trophy. However, understand that the championship doesn't make the champion - the champion makes the championship. Christum Furor is the one who gives this trinket meaning. It’s because I’m holding this belt that the entire world has their eyes focused on this company. It’s because I am the voice of the new world, of the lost children and forgotten sons. When I speak into a microphone, my words are proven to be gospel because my guarantees come into existence. That’s because they’re revelations! They're exalted and pristine! Everything I say comes to pass, and when I told you months ago that I would be the man to change this corrupt world, I meant it. And now you are seeing that - this entire business is realizing that Christum Furor is not crazy after all. You’re ALL seeing what a superior being can do. And I am your superior. I am HOMO-SUPERIOR! Furor lets out a small giggle, silent, as it looks like he's having small convulsions. Christum Furor: But Daisuke Iwakuma thinks he created me. Fiona Collins thinks she can topple me. The EXODUS Seikigun thinks they can stop ME. You’re all predictable like moths to the flame. Lucky for you Gods & Monsters is scorching this world, so there’ll be quite the fire for you to extinguish yourselves in. It’s all so simple, yet so brilliantly complex when I look at this landscape and everything that I have orchestrated. All of you think that your ideas, your actions and beliefs are your own. Little do you know that they’ve all been influenced, by ME. Everything you do is a reaction, not an original thought or inclination. They’re all pitiful countermeasures to try and meet me step for step. But you can’t run a race that you have never trained for, just like you can’t win a game where the rules constantly change. Chuck Matthews and Zack Lifer teaming together? WEAPON? They’re all proof of EXODUS’ desperation. Desperate times do call for desperate measures, but that doesn’t make them any more appropriate. Just because you believe in something doesn’t mean you can make it true. No. To create the future you see fit, it takes unfathomable conviction. It takes incredible patience, too much blood, and a lifetime worth of pain and agony that molds you into something that transcends society’s limited comprehension. Furor lifts his head up, breathing in deeply before focusing his gaze back on the camera. Christum Furor: And you can’t comprehend what I’m doing, how I’m doing it, and what I will accomplish going forward. That’s because you’re not meant to. A closed mind cannot grasp radical concepts. Primitive creatures cannot be compared to their successors. But you will try - you will all try to figure out what I have planned. I can see it already, it’s all so clear to me. I’ve opened all three eyes, and my unlimited foresight has shown me this reality. And the reality is that the entire world is wondering what Christum Furor will do tonight -- will he assist Fiona Collins in destroying The Ninth Gate and Daisuke Iwakuma once and for all, or will he leave The Stardust Seraph out in the desert around a pack of hyenas, waiting to see if she’ll die of dehydration or be mauled like the piece of meat that she is. I’ve seen this future because I designed it. I am the architect of the New Age, so when I tell you that I will always be two steps ahead, and that you’ll never know what my next move will be, understand that it’s all for a specific reason. The lights suddenly dim out, leaving the scene in absolute darkness. The madman’s can be heard cackling now, before he offers his final thoughts. Christum Furor: And that reason is that it’s all apart of the plan… my plan. After a few eerie seconds, the lights shut back on, but the World Champion is no longer there, leaving many speculating where he could be - which of course is what he wants. 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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2014 13:42:56 GMT -6
As the scene comes back from a commercial, we cut to the backstage area where we see a few stagehands milling about; making sure everything is in place for the continued success of the show. As things are going about their normal routine and the normal pace of things, a familiar black Segway rolls down the hallway, thus signaling the arrival of Cleon Gray. However he is not alone because riding right next to him is his new assistant, Brianna Singer, riding on her own pink Segway. The two continue to move down the hallway when Cleon stops, signaling for Brianna to do the same.
Cleon Gray: HALT.
The two ridiculous vehicles stop as Cleon steps down and looks at his surroundings, glancing at his indoctrinated assistant.
Cleon Gray: Stand at attention! Respect for the headmaster!
Brianna immediately steps off of her vehicle and stands straight up, her crisp blue skirt suit making her look that much more professional, much more like what Cleon wants her to look like.
Brianna Singer: Yes sir!
Cleon Gray: Very good. A stark improvement to your previous executive position.
Cleon reaches into his suit pocket, providing her a tiny bag of trail mix.
Cleon Gray: Have you completed your examination of the contracts of all active personnel as I requested, student Singer?
Brianna reaches out and takes the trail mix, putting it into the front pocket of her blazer.
Brianna Singer: I have indeed, sir. I’ve looked over them very thoroughly, per your request.
Cleon Gray: And the reports for them?
Brianna Singer: Well sir, I did happen to notice one rather interesting discrepancy on the contract of someone.
She says with a slight smirk on her face.
Brianna Singer: Someone who is close to one Jonathan Collins.
Cleon smirks and reaches to cup the cheek of his student.
Cleon Gray: Brianna...the apple of my desk. You have not let me down. For that, I will allow you an extra fifteen minutes of recess at the compound between classes following tonight.
Brianna’s smirk grows wide as her ruby red lips curl upwards.
Brianna Singer: Thank you sir. That is most generous of you.
She says as she bows her head slightly.
Cleon Gray: The reward will only serve to reinforce the drastic reeducation we had to give you. Your cousin was a most horrible influence on you.
Brianna Singer: She was the worst. Thankfully I have seen a new light and don’t have to worry about her influence any longer.
Cleon Gray: It took an intensive course in Behavioral Science and Child Discipline to repair the damage done. Now you're a model student.
He looks at her, almost if exchanging a silent affirmation that his way is the only way.
Cleon Gray: Now what was this discrepancy you found?
Brianna lets out a small laugh.
Brianna Singer: It would appear that back in December when my dear cousin signed with EXODUS, there was one TEENY problem. She signed her contract BEFORE the GDW officially closed its doors.
She speaks that last statement with a wide smile on her face, feeling quite proud of herself. Cleon raises an eyebrow, almost smirking at the knowledge given to him. For this, he now produces a juice box.
Cleon Gray: Would you like to color later, student Singer?
Brianna smiles as she takes the juice box, holding it in her hand.
Brianna Singer: I would like that very much, sir.
Cleon Gray: Would you like to remain your teacher's pet?
Brianna Singer: I would like that very much, sir.
Cleon Gray: Then I advise you put in motion what we can do to rectify the situation with your cousin and her contract. And that, student Singer, is an order from your Headmaster.
She nods her head in obedience.
Brianna Singer: I will do whatever it takes. When do you wish me to do this?
Cleon Gray: I don't want her to make Korakuen Hall.
Brianna Singer: I understand, sir.
Cleon Gray: Oh, and...if you're exceptional, I'll allow you an extra hour of after school activities.
The blonde’s smirk takes a dark, sinister turn as she slowly nods her head.
Brianna Singer: I will not let you down, sir.
Cleon Gray: Why...I can't imagine you would. Not when you know your place.
Brianna Singer: Of course I do. My place is here and my place is to follow everything you say.
Cleon Gray: In the name of order and discipline.
Brianna Singer: We will soon make everyone in EXODUS see that order and discipline are the only things they need to follow.
Cleon nods and returns to his segway.
Cleon Gray: And soon enough, not even my whimsical brother will be able to stop my work.
She nods as well before walking to her segway.
Brianna Singer: You'll show who the stronger, smarter member of the gene pool is soon enough.
Cleon Gray: I will also know the most disciplined one...the one that listens only to me. Only to me.
Brianna Singer: I only listen to you and your ultimate authority. Everyone else is wrong.
Cleon nods and starts to putter away on his segway, motioning for his utterly loyal assistant to follow while we cut back to Dick & Seth.
Dick Morosi: I don't know what Briana Singer found to help Cleon Gray have something on Angela Jameson, but I don't like it.
Seth Ericson: Think he noticed I downloaded porn on the company issued iPad?
Dick Morosi: What was that?
Seth Ericson: NOTHING!
Dick Morosi: Well...coming up next, we've got a huge match! Jessica Lasiewicz, Kliff Ulysses, Zack Lifer, and Joey Edwards meet in a Four Corner Survival...next!
FOUR CORNER SURVIVAL
JESSICA LASIEWICZ VS. JOEY EDWARDS VS. ZACK LIFER VS. KLIFF ULYSSES
David Zinkus: Due to unfortunate circumstances, Kliff Ulysses will not be competing in our next contest. That makes the following match a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall.
David Zinkus: You just hate to hear things like that. Rumor has it The Ultimate Entertainer might have suffered an injury against Kerry Windsor two weeks ago. I know these fans here in Kobe were dying to see him in action. Sad news indeed.
Seth Ericson: Funny, I heard he’s backstage watching Attack on Titan. I don’t know, you can never trust talk around the water cooler. There’s also a rumor going around that Christian Kane has seventeen bastard sons, though that one sounds pretty legitimate.
The cameras transfer to the entrance ramp as the lights in the arena begin to dim down and all the spectators eyes are glued to it. Suddenly playing through the sound system is "Flowing" by "311", and an outbreak of mixed reactions begin to reverberate through the arena as emerging through the curtains is the spokesman of a generation, Joey Edwards.
With a grin my ear to ear, Edwards raises both of his arms up in the air as he stands on the top of the entrance ramp dressed in his usual wrestling attire consisting black and white wrestling shorts, white wrist tape, black laced up boots and a hoodie with the hood slung over his head. He begins to make his way to the ring, with one fist up in the air he arrogantly ignores high five attempts from the audience members in the front row.
David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds. This is Joey! EDWARDS!
He jumps onto the apron and enters the ring before hoisting himself up onto the turnbuckle, his smug arrogant face instantly turns into a stern serious face as he takes off his hoodie and throws it towards the audience, jumping down from the turnbuckle. He then walks over to his designated corner as his theme song slowly fades out and the lights in the arena begin to restore light.
Dick Morosi: This is a guy with big aspirations. He’s come to EXODUS to finish out his career, and he hopes go out on top.
Seth Ericson: A lot of guys have come into EXODUS from all these other places where they were big names. All of those dudes washed out, Dick. I like this guy, he’s got attitude and charisma. It remains to be seen if he has the skill to match his ambition, and hang with the best professional wrestling has to offer.
“…Wait, wait….”
“Wait” by ZOEGirl begins to play over the PA system. The Global Tron flashes to life as the phrase “Last Jones Standing” appears on the screen followed by the name “Jessica Lasiewicz.” A modest cheer erupts from the fans as Jessica Lasiewicz steps out onto the stage.
You've been hurt, you've been lied to.
You ran all your life just to get out of your shoes.
But you settled in too soon; now your road is clearly dark.
No room for any light to break through.
David Zinkus: And now from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in tonight at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is Jessica! LASIEWICZ!
Jessica raises her arms high into the air. After the pyro is over, she begins to make her way down towards the ring, looking determined, her eyes tense as they gaze towards the ring.
”You're on a mission to get even with the world.
To give back all the pain you received, it's just too hard to believe
that anything could make it better.”
“Please don't let it end this way.
You could wait another day.
It's foolish games that players play.
One choice can bring you so much ache.
Please don't end up this way.
There's got to be some other way.
You could live without this mistake.
So please wait.”
She steps up on the steel steps and then steps over to the middle of the ring apron where she poses once more for the fans to loud cheers. She then steps through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring as the music dies down.
Dick Morosi: She’s been called baby Lasiewicz by many. She comes from a family of great and legendary wrestlers. She’s got a San Diego Bay Title match in her future. This girl could someday walk in her father’s footsteps here in EXODUS, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Seriously? Bro, do you hear yourself? You need to stop hanging out with those Section B kids, Dick. Whatever they’re smoking, you’re clearly catching a contact high. Listen, she’s got some skill, some flash. She’ll never be Andreas Lasiewicz.
Dick Morosi: She doesn’t have to be. She can carve out her own legacy here, and that begins with this match against two high profile, and hungry competitors.
Seth Ericson: Curb your enthusiasm. That’s all I’m saying.
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?
David Zinkus: And finally, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in tonight at two hundred and two pounds. He is the “New Iron Saint”. Ladies and gentleman, this is Zack! LIFER!
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, then at his two opponents and he waits for the things to get started.
David Zinkus: Seth, Zack seems to have found his groove again. Two weeks ago he give Christum Furor a taste of his own medicine, and he’s been riding on cloud nine ever since. That could be trouble for Joey and Jessica.
Seth Ericson: And trouble for Lifer. Does he strike you as the type that should be riding clouds? He isn’t dealing with a full deck of cards as it is. Man, EXODUS really needs a better Wellness Policy.
*DING! DING! DING*
The sound of the bell is like a starting flag, or a green light, and right out of the gate is Lifer who immediately makes his move. The New Iron Saint blasts forward, crossing the ring in no time at all, having locked on his target. In the opposite corner, Joey Edwards gets blasted with a vicious forearm, crashing into his head and sending his back into the ring post. Zack wastes no time, laying a series of more rapid, vicious forearms into the side of Edwards’ head, with an “umph” and an “off” sound emanating after each strike connects. With each blow, Joey’s head would snap back further, and the crowd begins to cheer louder, seeing that the match has kicked off into high gear from the get go.
Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer has come right out of the blocks. I’ve never seen him this focused and this aggressive.
Seth Ericson: He could be going through withdrawal, Dick. Did you know he takes meds? We could be watching him tweak out right before our eyes, which if true means we should get as far away from that madman as possible.
Dick Morosi: Funny, I’m kinda hoping he comes over here and knocks some sense into you.
While Lifer is busy tearing Joey a new one, Jessica Lasiewicz takes advantage of the open back, bringing a huge axe handle down at the base of the former International Champion’s neck. The newcomer gets a follows that up with another blow that stops Lifer in his tracks, allowing her to drag him over to the neutral corner, before smashing his face into the turnbuckle padding. Lifer reels from the collision of head and pad, bouncing from the turnbuckle and stumbling alongside the ropes. Jessica doesn’t give him a moment to breathe, realizing that he might be the most dangerous man in the match. She immediately lays into him with stiff kicks to the hamstring, looking to cut the New Iron Saint down to size. Lifer absorbs the impact, grimacing from the pain but remains upright. His tenacity only inspires Jessica, who turns those kicks into a basement Dropkick that finally reduces his stature to a knee. From there she scrambles to her feet, then connects with Our Lady Peace. The impact is quite audible as the Bicycle Kick connects against the New Jerseyan’s jaw, causing him to drop like a rock before rolling to the side of the ring.
Dick Morosi: And Jessica Lasiewicz seizes control, taking advantage of Lifer’s eagerness before taking him out of the equation altogether.
Seth Ericson: Well that didn’t take long. Guess Lifer’s drugs didn’t give him eyes in the back of his head.
Dick Morosi: Are you going to be slandering him the whole match, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Yeah, probably. I’ll prolly throw a couple “WOAHS” and “AHHS” in there. I’m not paid well enough to do anything else. They’ve got money to revamp WEAPON every other month, but restructuring my contract is not feasible right now. Really Cleon? Pfft!
With Zack almost under the bottom rope, Jessica looks to follow up on her assault and shoots off for the ropes, dashing in the direction of her victim -- only to be blindsided by a couple of boots that smash right into her face. Those said footwear belong to Joey Edwards, who had finally shaken off the initial assault that had opened the match, coming back to reinsert himself into the fray with a well-timed and perfectly executed Spinning Heel Kick. Edwards, on one knee, watches as Jessica writhes in agony and holds her damaged countenance. On his feet now, Joey gently rubs his jaw, making sure it’s still properly aligned after having been pummeled by Lifer in the early stages of the bout, his eyes still trained on Jess. The momentary staredown doesn’t last long as he charges forward, drops down into a roll, then springs up with a somersault before landing with his full frame across the motionless Lasiewicz’s carcass.
Dick Morosi: That Rolling Thunder could’ve collapsed her lungs, broke her ribs, something in that neighborhood of potential catastrophic injuries.
Seth Ericson: Well, at least we know Jessica doesn’t like to be on the bottom. Haha.
Dick Morosi: Really, Seth?
Seth Ericson: There’s more where that came from. Just let me get warmed up, Dick.
Back on his feet, Joey locks eyes with Zack Lifer who is back on his feet. As he steps forward, the New Iron Saint staggers him with a right hand to the jaw, which is greeted with a reciprocal right hand from Edwards. Lifer then scores with a European Uppercut, which Joey replies with one of his own. The two men exchange Uppercuts, one after the other, until Edwards kicks his foe in the midsection to halt his momentum. He then launches him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. As Lifer rebounds, Edwards catches him on the chin with a picture perfect Dropkick. Edwards is right on him afterward, dragging the New Jerseyan to a stand before launching him into the far corner of the ring. He charges in, only to receive boots to the face from Lifer who was anticipating him. As he rebounds, he turns right into a Springboard Reverse DDT from Jessica Lasiewicz who had recovered and was biding her time. With Edwards incapacitated, she focuses her sights on Zack. She charges the corner, but Zack uses her momentum against her; he drops down, the explodes to toss her over the ropes, sending him crashing and burning on the floor below. All alone with his target now, Zack waits for Edwards to get to his feet, then charges in to blast him in the side of the head with a Running Knee Smash.
Seth Ericson: Damn, Joey.
Dick Morosi: That actually captured the magnitude of that rather nicely. You should stick to two words answers from here on out.
Lifer resumes his assault from there, grabbing Edwards around the head before pulling him to a stand. He strikes him with a stiff European Uppercut. And again. And again. Joey’s body goes somewhat limp, as he is visibly stunned from the vicious strikes. Sensing this, Zack sets him up, getting him in a face lock in preparation for a suplex. He does just that, quickly grabbing Edwards’ leg before floating him over in with a Snap Fisherman. Edwards’ body snaps off the mat for a second as he grimaces in pain. Quickly, Lifer jumps on the chance, pushing his shoulders back down.
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
Edwards manages to snap a shoulder up just in time. Staying on the attack, the New Iron Saint begins to pull his foe back to a stand. Before he reaches a full state of verticality, Joey breaks free from Lifer’s clutches, then quickly leaps into the air to kick him in the cranium with a lightning quick Enzuigiri. The New Jerseyan stumbles from the point of impact, then falls through the ropes due to his upset equilibrium. As he tries to regain his bearings beside the recently recovered Jessica Lasiewicz, Edwards climbs back to his feet. The Michigan charges for the far ropes, rebounds off of them, then dashes toward the next set. He quickly dives through the middle and top, suiciding right into his two adversaries taking out everything in sight as all three competitors lie on the floor.
Dick Morosi: Joey Edwards is picking up steam now! He just took out two birds with -
Seth Ericson: One stone.
Dick Morosi: Wow, you’re really taking my suggestion to heart, huh Seth?
Seth Ericson: I’m chillin’.
Joey springs back to his feet full of energy, and a handful of Jessica’s hair. He rolls her back into the ring, then climbs up onto the apron before leaping back into the ring with a Slingshot Senton. He holds on for the cover.
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
Lasiewicz kicks out. Joey pulls her up to her feet, and lays into her with a series of forearms. He then lifts her up for a Vertical Suplex, but she squirms free, dropping down behind him. Jess quickly wraps her arms around his waist, then pushes him into the ropes but as she tries to reel him back he shrewdly grabs the cables, sending her rolling back empty handed. As she scrambles to her feet, Edwards charges at her with a wild Clothesline attempt - he misses, and is left off balance as a result, leaving himself unable to stop Lasiewicz from kicking him in the head. The Michigander turns right into a Pele Kick, dropping him like a bad habit. With Edwards down, she marches to the corner. She looks out into the crowd for a brief moment before using the ropes to pull herself into the air. Upon splitting across the cables on either side, she uses the elasticity of the ropes to springboard back with a Moonsault, falling across Joey’s frame and dropping all of her weight down onto his chest. Scoring with the risky aerial maneuver, she immediately performs a lateral press for the pin.
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
Joey rolls a shoulder over at the last second. Jessica scurries back to a vertical base, looking to keep the pressure on him. She makes a beeline for the ropes again, this time leaping onto the second, then vaulting back into the air with an Asai Moonsault. She hits her target once again, using her body as a weapon in an effort to score the pinfall and pick up a huge victory in her adolescent EXODUS career. With both legs hooked now, she seems to be on the cusp of doing just that.
”ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!”
Dick Morosi: Joey kicks out at two and a half. I thought Jessica had him there. She’s taken to the skies now and she’s proven to be quite the handful.
Seth Ericson: She fly.
Dick Morosi: That’s right, Forrest. And she could be flying high should she keep advantage. Edwards looks to be out of it, and Jessica could be moments away from notching another win under her belt.
Seth Ericson: That’s cool.
Indeed, Jessica smells blood in the water. She climbs to her feet and immediately takes a hold of one of Edwards’ legs before kicking him him hamstring and quadricep. She then proceeds to hyperextend his leg, yanking it back violently. And again. And again. Joey yelps in pain and reaches for his captured limb, but Lasiewicz will not let it go as she bends it in ways it’s not supposed to be bent. Having softened the appendage to a sufficient level of diminishment, she proceeds to go for the Four Card Trick made famous by The Morning Star. Before she can slap on the Figure Four Leglock, Joey commences to blast her in the face with his free leg, refusing to allow it to be taken under her control. He kicks her a few more times, finally forcing her to relinquish his hold as she staggers back, visibly stunned and disoriented. As she attempts to shake the cobwebs, Joey slowly wheels up to one knee, his hands tending to his injured leg as he grimaces in agony at every little twitch. Still seeing three Edwards’, Jessica goes for the one in the middle as she charges forward with a lunge. Though his mobility has been greatly impaired, Joey still has enough wits about him to use Jess’ momentum against her. He falls back just at the right moment, and pulls her through the ropes, ejecting her out of the ring.
Gingerly, and with a struggle, Edwards climbs to a stand. He walks with a visible limp, almost having no trust in his leg. Zack Lifer notices this, as he slithers into the ring and skulks behind him. Oblivious, Joey turns around into the Fraudian Slip, as Lifer drops the Michigander right on his head with a vile Spinning Brainbuster. The vet looking for his last hurrah seems like he might be looking for a doctor to examine his head later, as he tries to overcome what just transpired, but to no avail. His head had been nearly cracked down the middle like the liberty bell, only his bells were still ringing in his ears. As he begins to stir, The New Iron Saint backs a few feet, a confident, yet focused expression on his facial features as he readies for the knock out blow.
Dick Morosi: Here it comes!
Once Joey is up to a knee, Lifer charges and takes him out with the Forced Suicide, just about decapitating Edwards with his knee.
Seth Ericson: Game. Blouses!
With Joey out cold, Zack hooks his leg for the pin.
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
WINNER: ZACK LIFER
Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer earns a hard fought victory! It's been a rough couple of months for Zack in the ring, but he pulls off a huge victory tonight!
Seth Ericson: Maybe so, but given the fact that Cleon Gray just sent Justin Brooks after him, I can only imagine how difficult this is going to get.
Dick Morosi: Things are about to get very interesting, I assure you. In the meantime, we've got a video sent to us by Pro Wrestling FRONTIER's own Laurel Anne Hardy. Let's cut to that now.
A video transmission. One woman sitting alone in a dilapidated room with peeling, damp-rotted walls and splintered floorboards. She's perched on an inflatable blue plastic chair, and clad in... well, god knows how to describe it. There are feathers, ruffles, beads, sequins - lots of sequins - and what looks like every single colour ever discovered, plus a few more for good measure.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Laurel Anne Hardy.
She counts off 'one' on her little finger as she states her own name.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Evangelista. Noumenon. Spades. BlakJak.
Having run out of fingers, she switches to the other hand.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Serena Raine. Matt Kail. Cerberus. Collectively... The Asylum. Eight people, just eight, mostly rookies and lower-carders, who - with a little help from Kameron Chase's darling sister Chelsea Magnum-Reed - toppled the mighty Global Extreme Wrestling. Kammy was a five time world champion there. Jonathan Collins was a former champion there too. And a few years ago...
A small, ambivalent smirk crosses her extravagantly made up face. It's the humourless smirk of someone who's faced a lot of inner turmoil over a long period, yet who is clearly not used to second-guessing herself.
Laurel Anne Hardy: We did awful things. We recognise that. We try to make up for them as best we can, but if you smash one guy's window fixin' someone else's doesn't help the first guy any. Kam... I don't blame you for not bein' our biggest fan. You ain't the only one. If I was in your shoes I'd probably feel the same. But you crossed a line when you attacked Leanne last show. I know it would be hypocritical to call you out on sneak attackin' someone after a match after all the s*** we put you through, all those years ago, but here an' now? You had no right and no call to do that. Sorry to burst your bubble but we weren't in EXODUS to bother you. We were guests of management, representatives of one of EXODUS's sister companies, for a match that had exactly nothing to do with you. If you want a pop at us - at Leanne no less, the conscience of The Asylum, the one who kept us from doing even worse things than we did already - well. Fine, but that was neither the time nor the place for it. You want us? You can have us. But you don't jump our opponents after our match, an' you don't jump us.
Laurel flashes one of her trademark smiles - broad, friendly, alive with amusement... but not warm.
Laurel Anne Hardy: I know what you're thinkin'... since when have I been bothered about the rules? Why am I even recordin' this video right now? Well, truth be told, I'm just giving you a heads up. Consider this my gift to you, Kam, for all the good times we shared back before Leanne an' I had ever set foot in GEW. When we were in the wrong, you brought it to us. And now that you're in the wrong... well, I hope you're prepared. Until we meet again...
Her voice drops to almost a whisper, the whisper of the cold wind through the barbed wire of no man's land.
Laurel Anne Hardy: ...stay fabulous, Kammy.
Fade to black, and to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2014 13:18:35 GMT -6
When we come back from commercial, the graphic says it all! WEAPON v. Sally Talfourd at Ascendency! Let's go to Dick and Seth! Dick Morosi: Folks, it doesn't get any bigger than this. WEAPON will be meeting Sally Talfourd at Ascendency! Seth Ericson: They say hell has no fury like a woman scorned, and there may be no greater fury than the one that rests inside Sally Talfourd. I hope WEAPON has the strength to handle that. Dick Morosi: We're going to find that out very quickly, Seth. For now, we got a huge opening match! Chuck Matthews goes one on one with the debuting Demento...next! NORMAL MATCH
DEMENTO VS. CHUCK MATTHEWSThe lights in the arena dim and the eyes of the audience transfer to the entrance ramp. Suddenly "Paradise Circus" by Massive Attack begins to play through the speakers, an outbreak of cheers occur as black and white strobes of light fill the arena. A certain section of the audience begin to scream in amazement, as emerging from the crowded area is the Master of Deception, Demento! David Zinkus: "From parts unknown, weighing in a two hundred and three pounds.. The Master of Deception, Demento!" Demento continues to make his way to the ring, high-fiving a few of the audience members before jumping over the barricade and leaping onto the apron. He slingshot's himself into the ring and immediately goes to his designated corner, standing in his familiar low stance. 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. David Zinkus: Now making his way to the ring…Chuck Matthews! 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: We're ready for what is sure to be an exciting contest between these two as we open up for ExPro on FX #19! DING-DING-DING!Matthews and Demento move towards the center of the ring and its Matthews who moves quickly into a tie-up, grabbing Demento from behind in a waistlock. Matthews lifts Demento up and drops him face first to the mat, quickly moving over into a front facelock. Demento quickly rolls out of it and to his feet, and Matthews is quickly on him, grabbing him in a side headlock and taking Demento back to the mat with a headlock takedown. Demento slides back to his feet, before Matthews can maneuver himself into position. Dick Morosi: Chuck Matthews is trying to control the early going of this matchup. Matthews scrambles to his feet and Demento steps in with a high dropkick that connects to the jaw of Matthews, sending him staggering. Seth Ericson: Demento doesn't react kindly to that type of wrestling! And he responds in kind with a dropkick, he’s going to have to use his speed tonight if he wants to beat ‘The Smartest Man in Wrestling’. Demento pulls Matthews in close, and takes him over with a quick hip toss but Matthews is on his feet quickly only for Demento to remain on the offensive and fires in close, catching Matthews in the jaw with another high dropkick. Demento follows up quickly with a European Uppercut to sends Matthews into the corner. Demento charges in, catching Matthews with a hard clothesline and fires in with three lighting fast kicks to the midsection, then pulls Matthews out of the corner with a snap suplex. Seth Ericson: Demento is really taking charge now. Demento is on his feet and firing up, waiting for Matthews to rise. He fires in with a hard kick to the midsection once again, followed by a sharp elbow to the side of the jaw. Demento picks Matthews up, and slams him hard to the ground with a scoop slam. He waits for Matthews to rise; he quickly shoots behind, taking him down with a German Suplex with a bridge... 1...
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Kickout!Demento is the first to his feet and Matthews is a slow second as Demento pulls in Matthews close for a DDT, but Matthews fires away with three hard rights to the ribs. Demento breaks the hold, and Matthews fires in with a Maui Thai elbow sending Demento staggering back. But Matthews doesn’t let up and pulls Demento in close, and takes him over with a big belly-to-belly suplex. He quickly moves Demento over, and locks in an Dragon Sleeper on Demento. Matthews cinches it in tight, as Demento tries to crawl to the ropes. Dick Morosi: Demento needs to get there quick, or he's going to have to tap out. Demento stretches for the bottom rope with his feet, but is a little out of range. Matthews tightens the hold even further, as Demento stretches a little further and FINALLY gets a foot underneath the bottom rope. Matthews is forced to break and gets back to his feet, waiting for Demento to get to his slowly. Matthews moves in, pulling Demento close to take him overhead with a release German Suplex that sends Demento across the ring. Matthews goes for an academic Leg-Lock, in hopes of working the legs to slow the speedy Demento down, but Demento isn’t having it and kicks him off into the ropes, catching him with a monkey toss on the rebound. Seth Ericson: A nice counter by the masked man, Demento. Demento leaps back on his feet and he pulls Matthews up to a vertical base. He whips Matthews hard to the ropes and takes off for the opposite side to catch Chuck with a springboard karate kick on the return, which drops Matthews like a sack of hammers that was just karate kicked! Demento stalks Matthews, waiting for him to rise slowly and shoots behind him to take Matthews over with a Northern Lights Suplex with a Bridge for the cover... 1...
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Kickout!Seth Ericson: Demento thought he had it for sure after that! Dick Morosi: That’s another close pin-fall for Demento, Chuck Matthews better be prepared or Demento can pull a massive upset tonight. Demento is back on his feet, a bit frustrated with the resiliency of Chuck Matthews, who slowly rises to his feet. Demento charges in, but Matthews cuts him off with a hard kick to the midsection, following up by taking Demento to the mat with double leg takedown and quickly applies Cryptic Cross (Sharpshooter)! Matthews tries to lock the hold in tight, as Demento once again tries to get to the ropes. Matthews tries to get a submission locked in on Demento, but Demento fights it off with his legs. He crawls on his hands to get to the ropes, as Matthews tightens it even more. Demento finally gets a hand on the bottom ropes and Matthews is forced to break. Seth Ericson: It looked like Demento was fading fast in that hold, I don't know how much longer he was going to last. Matthews slaps the mat in frustration, and gets to his feet a he waits for Demento to rise, and comes in hot with a spinning wheel kick but Demento sidesteps him, and Matthews crashes to the mat. Matthews back on his feet quickly but Demento doubles him over with a roundhouse kick to set him up for a Kick of Life. Matthews duck out of it quickly! Demento, missing the mark, turns around to face Matthews who’s cocked and ready catching Demento with the Hollywood Impact (Spear) in the middle of the ring. Matthews hooks the leg for the cover. 1...
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3!Dick Morosi: With all the credit in the world to Demento, that was a hell of a effort but in the end it’s Chuck Matthews with the win. WINNER: CHUCK MATTHEWSSeth Ericson: Demento looked strong there, but I don't think he was ready for Chuck Matthews. Dick Morosi: These days, it seems few people are. He's building serious momentum, and you have to wonder what Ascendency has in store for him. Meanwhile, let's head backstage. Knock-Knock-Knock Cleon Gray sits at his large desk with a pair of thin rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. Cleon Gray: Enter. He doesn’t even look from the papers on his desk as the door opens and Justin Brooks steps into his office, closing the door behind him. Dressed in black suit, the dress code that Director Gray had imposed on him, he stands behind the small red plastic chair. Taking the reading glasses off of his face, he looks up at Justin and nodded his head slowly. Justin Brooks: You wanted to see me, Mr. Gray Cleon Gray: Yes, come sit down please. With a nod, Justin took a seat in the small red plastic chair as he tried to get comfortable in the unforgiving chair. Cleon Gray: Mr. Brooks...was I mistaken? Justin arches a brow at the same question as he shakes his head slowly. Justin Brooks: I’m not sure that I’m following you. Cleon Gray: Was it a mistake put my faith in you as my Tool of Discipline? I gave you an assignment at the Crucible, in which you execute flawlessly, despite the fact that Mrs. Collins found a way to stand victorious at the end of the night. I gave you the chance to showcase yourself and redeem yourself in my eyes and put you in the same ring with her...and you didn’t get the job done. I see potential in you, Mr. Brooks but I can’t pull it out of if you aren’t willing to do what needs to be done for the sake of EXODUS. So I ask you again, Mr. Brooks...was it a mistake to put my faith in you? Justin remains slightly as he reaches up and runs his hand over his jawline. The tension in the room was thick as Cleon continued to start intently at Justin who refuses to make contact with the Minority Owner. Justin Brooks: No. Cleon Gray: No....what, Mr. Brooks? Justin Brooks: No... sir. Sitting up in his large leather bound chair, Cleon’s expression turns from admonishment to one of more authoritative in nature. Cleon Gray: Good, I have a high level of expectations for you, Mr. Brooks and I do not like to be disappointed. But I’m sure that we will have another opportunity to continue to tighten our grip on EXODUS. Reaching into his desk, he pulls out a thick manilla folder and opens it to the first page with a 4 x 6 photograph stapled to the top page. Cleon Gray: In the meanwhile...let’s discuss the next individual who’s in need of strict discipline. In the coming weeks, I want you to help him realize the error of his way and give the discipline that he desperately needs. Placing the page back into the folder, he closes it and slides it across the desk as Justin reaches across to take the heavy folder and looks at the tab on the folder, which is written in large black letters. ZACK LIFER We cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2014 12:51:04 GMT -6
 July 7th, 2014
Kobe, JapanThe crowd is super-excited for the opening of the show. The buzz is electric, the emotions are running on high. But, when 'Normal People' hits the PA and out comes 'The Last Magician' Sally Talfourd ... the boos erupt. Standing there, taking it all in on the stage, Sally can't help but shake her head in disappointment. She lets the music play out before she leaves the stage. Then, when everything starts to calm down, she brings the mic to her mouth. Sally Talfourd: Kobe, you have disappointed me, and not for the first time. The reaction is predictable. Sally Talfourd: First, the fact that you greet me with that reaction. And then second: The fact that you are here at all. The fact that you have arrived in support of this corrupted, broken, immoral vision that Exodus now is. Haven't you been listening? Haven't you paid attention to us? To the Gods and the Monsters who have told you the truth week after week after week? Again, the reaction is easy to guess at the mention of Gods and Monsters. Sally, as she waits for the crowd to settle again, starts to slowly make her way to the ring. Sally Talfourd: Clearly you haven't been listening by the sounds of that. Clearly you are still ignorant of the truth. Clearly you are still blindly led by the corrupters of all that is good. You disappoint me Kobe, and I know you will all of tonight. You see, later this evening, great men and great women will get into this ring. Sally, now standing at the foot of the stairs to the ring, looks up at it with a kind of admiration. Sally Talfourd: Truly great people will grace this very ring for you. People like ... Savannah Taylor, your EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay champion. The boos are strong, the boos are loud. Sally Talfourd: People like ... Sally Talfourd, yours truly. The heat intensifies. Sally Talfourd: And people like .. Christum Furor, your EXODUS Pro ... World ... Heavyweight ... Champion! The roof nearly blows off with the jeers and the chanting at the mere mention of Exodus' very own champion. Sally Talfourd: And I know that you will treat them with disrespect you are showing now! And yet! And yet ... you will cheer those that are the root cause of all this horror, all this corruption, all this ... this ... this patheticness. You'll cheer Lexy Chapel ... Kerry Windsor ... The crowd gets louder, the cheering and the chanting drowning Sally out. She has to scream to continue. Sally: You'll cheer ... Fiona Collins ... The crowd erupts again. They start to chant the name: Collins! Collins! Collins! Sally Talfourd: Listen to yourselves! You'll cheer her name like lambs bleating all the way to the slaughter! You cheer for the people ruining Exodus! You cheer for the people who lie to you! Who deceive you! Who exploit you and me and everyone else in Exodus! You cheer now that Exodus has a newer - and poorer - incarnation of WEAPON. You cheer now that Exodus has the Turks back - despite being a pale imitation of the true Turks: Elena and Reno. You cheer ... Tseng: Sally, Sally, Sally… The crowd roars in approval as the camera pans to the entrance ramp area where Tseng exits out, decked out in his three-piece suit and mask keeping his face hidden. Following right behind him are Angeal, Katana and Veld, who take their spots in the entrance ramp area while keeping the middle cleared out before the crowd inside of the Kobe Sambo Hall roars in approval as WEAPON slowly walks out through the curtain and makes his way to the center spot, staring up at the ring and at the woman currently occupying it, not moving a muscle once he’s stopped. Tseng: Have you spewed enough of your jargon? Have you gotten it all out of your system yet? ...No? Well, too bad, because now you get to listen. The crowd in Kobe claps and cheers accordingly for the interruption to the spiel of the Gods & Monsters member, as Tseng points towards the ring. Tseng: Once upon a time, yours and Reno’s missions were very simple. You were to aid WEAPON in clearing away LEGION’s madness and then, you two were free to wrestle as you saw fit without concealing your identities, as WEAPON then would return to its slumber. All with the idea that someday, if it was necessary, that you would lend the Turks your strength again. But yet, at EXODUS’ greatest time of need, greater than the time in which Jonathan Collins was out of commission and LEGION ran amok...you consolidated with the enemy and Reno decided that typing his frustrations away in social media like the spoiled kid who didn’t have it his way was much better than returning to the struggle we have at hand. A small smirk appeared on the leading man of the Turks in question as he tucked his left hand into the pocket of his suit jacket. Tseng: You see...you forced our hand, “Elena.” We, the Turks, had this...sneaking suspicion before Absent are the Saints that something was coming from the Magnus Gunner camp...never in a million years did we expect it to be you, but of course, when Plan A is compromised before its beginning, there is always a contingency plan. ...That’s why WEAPON stands before you, Sally Talfourd. Without even knowing it, you were the one who triggered the Fail-Safe Program. And now, we’re here to deal with you. And then with the rest of Gods & Monsters. Sally Talfourd: You? You're here to deal with me? Sally looks around, as if she were missing something. Though, when it is clear she has not, she starts to laugh. Sally Talfourd: Tseng, really, you're embarrassing yourself. I mean, look at you. You've got your grown up clothes on, you've been given a per-talk by whoever the masked hero is behind the curtain ... and now you're ready to what? Take it to me? To threaten me? In what world - what deluded world - are you even remotely qualified to even exchange words with me, much less anything else? You're not even grown up enough to be anything more than a traveling doorman for WEAPON. Sally shakes her head, and now stepping up to the ring, steps through the ropes. Sally Talfourd: Tseng, you may very well be the mouthpiece for WEAPON. You may very well be the man who does the talking. But you know what? That doesn't make you the man you represent. That man behind you - WEAPON - is using you as much as he is being used by Jon Collins himself. Jon is too much of a coward to do his own fighting, so he sends WEAPON. WEAPON is too much of a coward to do his own talking, so he sends you. And when you turn out to be too much of a coward to step into this ring ... who will you send to do your dirty work? Sally holds out her arms to the ring that's empty besides her. Sally Talfourd: Face it, Tseng. You're just being used. Used and, soon, abused. Thrown into the fire and expected to put it out. Like I was. Like Andreas was. Like Lexy was, and like Kerry is. Soon, you will be on that list. You will be thrown to the wolves - unprepared - and they will know it. But they won't care. They know you're no Elena. They know you're no Reno. and yet ... they will tell you that you are. They will lie to you. And then they will abandon you. Tseng: Delusional little girl...you truly think you have any idea of what being abandoned is like? The crowd cheers out of surprise for the sudden shift in Tseng’s tone of voice. Tseng: You...have no idea of the hell that we have gone through as a unit. Be it Katana, Veld, Angeal, WEAPON and I, all five of us are in it for the exact same purpose. All five of us have been discarded at some point or another by the whims of the Lifestream many times since our existences. And yet, we stand here still as a tandem. Unbent, unbowed, unbroken! Christum may have instilled a sharp tongue in you, but Sally Talfourd, no matter what you try to tell these people...it does not change the fact that you’re on the wrong side of this war. Just like you were in the wrong side of the fence when you had feelings for the EXODUS Director. Never in my life did I think you so weak, Elena... Sally Talfourd: Do you hear yourself right now, Tseng? You, somebody who is nothing more than an avatar for a masked man who hides under Jonathan Collins’ protection...you dare question my strength?! My commitment?! I gave every bit of myself to Exodus and what did I get for it? Huh? What did I get for everything I gave to Exodus? A get-well card and no semblance of justice for what Fiona Rourke did to me out of pure spite? How dare y- WEAPON: ENOUGH!The crowd screams in anticipation as WEAPON suddenly takes the step forward, brushing Tseng aside and revealing to have a microphone of his own in hand as the Fail-Safe Program of EXODUS brings it to his lips. WEAPON: You...were deceived, Elena. And in turn...you deceived us. You...deceived me! You turned your back...on everything that I stand against! And now...now, I have to stop you. I have to stop you before it’s too late...and I am the only person that can still do it! WEAPON breathes in heavily, his voice still distorted and deep but clearing just enough for the next few words to come through. WEAPON: Ascendency...Sally Talfourd...versus WEAPON...one-on-one! Turks gone. Gods & Monsters gone. That...is my challenge...accept it! The Kobe faithful clap in approval of the sudden challenge thrown by WEAPON over Sally Talfourd’s way, as the “Last Magician” stares a hole through the masked man and his associates on the top of the ramp. Sally Talfourd: You want to challenge me? Fine. You’re on! And now, cue the roaring crowd as the stage is set for the two combatants to take charge. However, Sally Talfourd doesn’t seem to be done… Sally Talfourd: I will expose you, WEAPON. I will rid this company of you and the Turks. And there isn’t a damned th- WEAPON: ...thing that you can do about it! Sally Talfourd’s eyes widen at the interruption, not only due to the Fail-Safe Program ending it for her, but the fact that the voice from the microphone across the ring sounded much different than the distorted, deep one she’s been hearing for weeks. In fact, it was a familiar sound and Kobe cheered in approval as WEAPON and the Turks gaze towards the ring and Tseng takes charge again. Tseng: EXODUS SEKIGUN… BANZAI!!!The “BANZAI” chants begin from the Kobe crowd and the staredown between WEAPON and Sally Talfourd continues, all “God in Fire” begins to play over the PA system and the cameras showcase the conflict in the ring before going to a commercial break. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 23, 2014 14:52:06 GMT -6
And we come back from commercial, reminding you that next week on (R)Evolution Wrestling, Daisuke Iwakuma will team up with Eve to meet Fiona Collins & Sydney Christensen! Dick Morosi: This is a match you'll only be able to see live on our web stream on EXODUSPro.com! The North Star and the Stardust Seraph will be meeting The Perfect Evil and the ImPerfect Evil themselves! Seth Ericson: Sydney and Fiona have the teachings of Jonathan Collins in commeon, but they don't have the bonds of HATE in them. Here's hoping t hose two can find themselves able to work as a team like Daisuke and Eve. Dick Morosi: There's bigger fish to fry for Daisuke, as he's prepared to go in our main event next! Daisuke Iwakuma meets Steve Lenton one on one...NEXT! NORMAL MATCH
DAISUKE IWAKUMA (EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champion) VS. STEVE LENTONDavid Zinkus: The following contest is your Main Event and is scheduled for one fall! 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, 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: On his way to the ring. Standing at six foot four inches tall he is the leader of HATE and one half of the EXODUS Tag Team Champions. This is 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: This is a singles match nearly two years in the making. The Big L’s been waiting to get his hands on Daisuke Iwakuma one on one for a long time, Seth. Seth Ericson: Ask for the Devil, and you shall receive. 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. David Zinkus: And his opponent! From Hampton, Virginia by way of Washington D.C. he stands at six foot five inches tall. He is the “The Suntan Superman”; Steve! LENTON! He stops short and looks around for a moment. He takes it all in, listening to the fans cheer for him. Some of the fans hand touch him. Stephen slaps the hands and continues to make his way up the ramp with his eyes glued on the arena again. Once he makes it to the apron, he looks at the ring and then climbs up on it quickly and stands up on the turnbuckle. The lights around the arena then turn into a spotlight. Lenton's eyes turn towards his opponent eyes locked on directly, staring intensely. The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton turns back to the crowd, forms a smirk on his face and lifts his arm in the air with enthusiasm. He wipes his mouth and leaps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the ring, circling it. He decides to hit the turnbuckle again standing on it lifting his right arm in the air the same way he did. He takes in the cheers, looking around slowly. Stephen leaps down and stands in his corner, getting ready to fight. Dick Morosi: The Big L looks hype, pumped, amped, focused, and every other adjective in the book. Seth Ericson: He looks like he’s going to rip Daisuke's head off if given the opportunity. That’s what he looks like! *DING! DING! DING!* Brian Lowery motions to the timekeepers table and the bell immediately sounds thrice starting the thirty minute time limit and the match. Knowing his opponent will come at him like a bull in a China shop, Iwakuma knows he needs to take the early advantage. With that thought in mind, The Perfect Evil surges forward and hammers his right forearm into Steve’s chest taking The Big L by slight surprise as he is pushed back into the turnbuckle. Bringing up his forearm, Daisuke pushes and holds it against his hated rival’s throat before budding heads with him. Either looking to psyche him out or compare size Daisuke keeps his his sword in the form of a forearm against Lenton’s trachea. Deciding it’s finally time to intervene, Lowery pries Daisuke Iwakuma away from the man he stole the Tag Team Titles from at Absent Are the Saints, and more importantly has tormented since his tenure in EXODUS. Taking his time and analyzing over Steve the senior official gets shoved aside rather quickly by The Perfect Evil. Eye up his counterpart up and down and holding onto his throat gently, The Suntan Superman tries to fathom what Iwakuma has planned but can only watch as his nemesis lowers himself into a wrestling stance. Setting the tone of the match, Iwaukma raises both hands and gestures for the bull to charge at him - Steve obliges without hesitation. Outstretching his right arm, The Big L looks to guillotine the Demon of EXPRO but only catches air as the Tag Champion ducks the wildly and vigorously thrown Clothesline attempt before wrapping his arms tightly around his foe’s waist before strafing to his back. Looking for a German Suplex, Daisuke soon finds out how difficult and impossible such a maneuver is when the man on the receiving end of it holds his ground and wedges his leg in between his to block the move. From there The Big L kisses Daisuke’s face with a series of back elbows, giving The Perfect Evil something to think about as his brain is rattled from the damage. However he thinks in a flash, quickly scoring with Jawbreaker to stun the turning Lenton, then connecting with a swift STO to take the hoss off his feet. Dick Morosi: I thought Steve would come out like a blazing inferno, but it’s Daisuke Iwakuma who has seized control. Seth Ericson: He knew The Big L would try to be the aggressor, so he beat him to the punch. He’s a scumbag sure, but he’s a smart one, Dick. Daisuke quickly pulls Lenton up to his feet before forcing him into to the corner, immediately following that up with a series of knee strikes to the gut. A cocky grin envelops The Perfect Evil’s face as he maintains control and dominion over The Big L. Or so he thought, as Lenton plants his foot right into the villain’s calf sending him in retreat. The smug smirk vanishes from his Iwakuma’s face as he lunges forward, attempting stop Steve before he can build up a head of steam. However, the Heavyweight demonstrates his uncanny agility for a man his size as he ducks his foe’s outstretched arms, before reeling him in and tossing ihm overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Both men clamber back to their fullest verticality with The Big L being the first to do so, allowing him to score with a hellacious Clothesline. Sensing that The Suntan Superman is about to explode on him, Iwakuma scurries away to the corner to regroup. Dick Morosi: Steve stumbled out of the blocks early, but he’s picked up steam and is beginning to pick Iwakuma apart. However, The Big L isn’t going to let him escape this. He’d been waiting for two whole weeks to open up a can, and boy did he have quite the serving ready for Iwakuma. Steve immediately advances to the corner and begins stomping a mudhole into The Perfect Evil’s chest as if he was trying to put out a fire, showing absolutely no remorse or care in the world for the man whose lungs we was potentially collapsing with every single stomp. Steve ignores Brian Lowery who chirps in his ear, and lifts Daisuke to his feet before Irish Whipping him across the ring. As he rebounds, Lenton drops down to the mat as his foe hurdles over him before quickly hopping back to his feet. Rebounding off the second cables, Daisuke comes in with a lowered shoulder, but Steve ducks it once again as he leapfrogs over him, sending Daisuke heading for the ropes for a third time. It’s on the third return, however, that Iwakuma receives an emphatic, and thunderous Scoop Powerslam as Lenton nearly throws him through the ring. He holds onto the leg for the count. ”ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!” As Steve looks to continue his offense, Daisuke immediately rolls away and crawls for the corner - showing either his cowardice, or desire to get some breathing room. Either way, he’s not going to get any as The Big L hunts him down like a police dog. The Perfect Evil pulls himself up in the corner as Lenton comes in. That’s when he turns the tables, as he quickly turns around to rake The Suntan Superman’s eyes. Blinding, Lenton yelps in slight pain and staggers from the corner, allowing Daisuke to regather his bearings. Having created an opening due to his illegal maneuver, the Tag Champ charges forward and raises his boot skywards, taking off Lenton’s head as he rearranges his facial regions with a leather-clad wrestling boot. Seth Ericson: WOO! What an impact from that Yakuza Kick. They heard that back in America. Seth Ericson: A thumb to the eye gave Daisuke the room to do that, Seth. As expected, Daisuke will not be fighting fair as usual and because of that The Big L is in a bad position. As the audience witnessed the contest turn on a dime, their enthusiasm that was heaped on the Steve Lenton’s shoulders cease and are replaced by worry for his well-being. Feeling the sudden change of atmosphere, Daisuke places his boot onto his supine foe’s midriff and ostentatiously steps over his skeletal frame, all two hundred and thirty-four pounds of The Perfect Evil crushing The Big L’s windpipe like trash being smashed in a garbage disposal. Steve takes a few heaving breaths, desperately trying to retrieve some oxygen for his abused lungs, but before can even try to recuperate Iwakuma is holding him by the jugular and lifting him to his full six foot five inches. Daisuke tosses Lenton’s arm over his shoulder, slipping his head underneath as he goes for the Reverse STO. Knowing this, Lenton clashes his elbow into his rival’s cranium, hitting him repeatedly in his cerebral cortex until he escapes the perilous predicament. Eager to keep momentum on his side, Daisuke pivots on his feet and throws a wild haymaker in the vague direction of his adversary, which is easily dodged by the former Tag Champ. The evasion throws off Iwakuma’s equilibrium, allowing Steve to slip behind him. In one fluid motion, The Big L lifts his foe up for a Back Suplex, only to spin him around and pull him down with a vicious and authoritative Sit-out Powerbomb. Seth Ericson: What a move from The Big L. Daisuke was trying to put this thing away, but Lenton wasn’t having any of it. Dick Morosi: Not at all. The crowd emits a large cheer as the Blue Thunder Bomb renders The Perfecte Evil inert, Steven managing to ground his nemesis decisively to put himself in complete control of the match. The Big L climbs to his feet, riling up the masses whilst Daisuke reaches out and grabs the middle rope. Determined to stay on his foe, Steve sprints at Iwakuma and jumps at his head with his legs outstretching, kicking out at the point of impact and meeting the back of The Perfect Evil’s head. Iwakuma recoils backwards, the pain in the back of his mind quickly replaced by a rope being forced into his throat by the Dropkick. The EXPRO Tag Champion staggers backwards and turns to face Lenton only to be sent back to the mat by The Suntan Superman who comes off the rope with a Flying Forearm. Steve immediately kips up onto his feet, and gets pumped up as he waits and begs for Daisuke to get to his feet. The Big L’ drops in a three quarter stance, stalking his prey and sizing him up for 3:00. Noticing that her master is in dire straits, Audrey Lloris steps onto the apron. Lenton stops his stalking and stares at the intruder, shooting her a glare of intimidation in hoping that she’ll take the hint. She stays rooted to the spot, a slight hint of doubt in her eyes, despite her obvious refusal to spectate the match from the floor. However, her distraction serves it’s purpose and the situation doesn’t escalate, as Daisuke climbs to his feet again wasting no time as he slips behind his foe before dropping him with Deadly Premonition. Dick Morosi: The distraction by Audrey Lloris might cost Steve dearly. Tell me if you’ve heard that before. Same old tricks - Seth Ericson: Same result! Why stop doing something that keeps working so well? Iwakuma gets to his feet and continues to stare down at his nemesis, thinking that it’s time to put The Big L out of his misery. He leans down and grabs the rim of Lenton’s tights before dragging the groggy Virginian to his feet. The Perfect Evil immediately vies for Dead Space, as he starts to perform the Leghook Belly To Back Suplex. Before he can hoist The Big L into the air, Lenton shows his tenacity and refusal to be bested by his rival. Lenton battles out, throwing back elbows every which way, dazing Iwakuma in the process. Sidestepping, Steve then swings his hips and fires a Game Changer Lariat right at Daisuke’s head - he misses, but comes around with GAME CHANGER: AUDIBLE! The Perfect Evil is almost flipped into a somersault from the collision of bicep and brainpain. Steve backs into the corner now, dropping down into a squat as a enervated, and debilitated Iwakuma staggers to his feet. The Suntan Superman suddenly charges out with full steam ahead - BLITZ! Lenton cuts Iwakuma in half with a nasty Gore, getting the entire Hakata Star Lanes on it’s feet as he prepares to go in for the kill. Seth Ericson: Where the hell is this coming from? The Big L has gone bananas! He’s tearing through Daisuke Iwakuma and this crowd has come alive. Dick Morosi: The Big L has him right in his crosshairs and he’s about to - Seth Ericson: It’s the calvary, Dick! Boos fill the arena as Norihiro Akashi scurries down the aisle and makes his way to ringside. He immediately gets The Big L’s attention, preventing him from finishing his associate off. Looking to buy Iwakuma more time, Akashi steps onto the ring apron, trying his best to provoke Lenton to hit him. He fires off every obscenity in the dictionary, and seems like he’s moments away from successfully goading The Suntan Superman into a physical confrontation - that is until Wulk Erikssen pulls him down from the apron. The Barroom Hero had come down to the aide of his partner, and wasn’t going to sit back and allow HATE to steal another victory like they did at Absent Are the Saints. Dick Morosi: All hell is breaking loose here in this Main Event, Dick. Akashi and Erikksen are tearing each other part on the outside and - Seth Ericson: Daisuke’s about to steal it anyway! Amidst the chaos ensuing at ringside as Wulf and Norihiro engage in a volatile fistfight, a recovered Daisuke slips behind Lenton and pulls him down with a School Boy. ”ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!”The Big L kicks out, causing both men to roll back in opposite directions. The Suntan Superman staggers to his feet and leans into the ropes, charging forward as Daisuke reaches a stand and… Dick Morosi: 3:00! HE GOT HIM! Lenton levels The Perfect Evil with The Pounce, immediately dropping down for the cover. ”ONE!”
“TWO!
THREE!” “Aw Naw” (REMIX) by Nappy Roots ft POD hits the P.A. system as The Big L gets the win he was vying for, having finally beaten Daisuke one on one. Wulf climbs into the ring to celebrate with his partner, and TROUBLE rejoices. Seth Ericson: What a match, and what a victory for The Big L. TROUBLE stands tall here, getting one over on HATE. Dick Morosi: Yeah but… wait a damn minute! The celebration appears a bit premature as Kameron Chase runs down the aisle to join Akashi as they descend on the ring and begin taking it to TROUBLE. All four men began scuffling with their counterparts, and the crowd watches as rights and lefts fly in every which direction. The even battle doesn’t last long as Daisuke recovers to tip the scale. HATE eventually gets the upperhand, with Chase and Iwakuma beating Lenton into the ground before giving Wulf Erikssen the same treatment. It appears the the EXODUS Tag Champions and their associate are going to rip apart TROUBLE, that is until Fiona Collins suddenly charges from behind the curtain. The number one contender had seen enough, and immediately charges into the ring to take Daisuke down with a Thesz Press before laying into him with punch after punch. Lenton and Wulf are back on their feet now, and what was already a chaotic situation becomes that much more insane as The Seraph leads the charge as the all out war continue in the ring. Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins has come to TROUBLE’s aid, Seth! These six are tearing into one another. They’re going to rip this arena apart. Seth Ericson: What did you expect? People focus on Gods & Monsters, but HATE is just as big of a problem. And you’re seeing that right now. There’s nothing but fists and kicks being thrown right now. This is great, this is- Dick Morosi: This is getting out of hand. Seth Ericson: And it’s about to get worse. Look who’s come to join the party. As eluded to by Seth, the World Champion bursts through the curtains and charges down to insert himself into the fray. Christum Furor quickly enters the ring and bypasses all human life, making a beeline straight for Fiona Collins, tackling her away from Daisuke before laying into her with rights and lefts. They Main Event at Ascendancy commence to beat the beating hell out of one another as they go at it. The chaos ensuing in the ring has the entire arena cheering and on it’s feet. As the scene continues it appears as if there will be no chance of ordering being restored to the arena. Well, not until “The Imperial March” hits the P.A. system. All eyes turn to the stage now as black suited security guards charge through the curtains in droves and head to the ring. The melee that was taking place in the ring is immediately broken up by the riot squad, a coalition that was sent on the orders of none other than Cleon Gray. The militant minded authority figure seems none too pleased with what has transpired, and wastes no time in voicing his opinion as he speaks into his microphone. Cleon Gray: I am very disappointed in all of you. Every single one of my students. Cleon shakes his head as the individuals he was speaking of look up the ramp, taking a break from tearing a new one into one another to pay attention to what their instructor has to say. Cleon Gray: I shouldn’t have to supervise your every single second, but apparently I do. Apparently you cannot be counted on to behave yourselves in a respectful, courteous, and orderly manner. None of you will be given juice boxes for this display. You’ve ruined my classroom and set a bad example for the rest of the class. I should put you ALL in a year long detention for this childish buffoonery. The crowd boos him loudly as Cleon looks around, unimpressed and disinterested by their reaction. Cleon Gray: However, there are other forms of punishment. So to set an example for those who would dare mimic your unruly behavior on EXPRO on FX #19… The Ninth Gate will face FIONA COLLINS… and…. CHRISTUM FUROR in the MAIN EVENT! WINNER: STEVE LENTON |
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