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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2014 17:09:45 GMT -6
The bell rings, signaling the start of Darlington vs. Hanneman the newly appointed senior official of (R)Evolution Wrestling looms across the ring from Darlington. She grins at him and motions gor him to come over for a test of strength. He meets her in the center of the ring and she shoots her hand into the air. Darlington looks up at it, then at Hanneman and bsck up to her outstretched hand. He takes the bait and attempts to overpower Hanneman. Hanneman wastes little time in bringing Darlington to his knees. Darlington attempts to crawl away, but Hanneman climbs on top of him and attempts to force a pony ride out of him. Darlington attempts to buck her off, but Hanneman laughs loudly and smacks his behind playfully, urging him to move on. Darlington reaches the ropes, invoking a hesitant, unsure count from the referee. Hanneman climbs off willingly and reaches into her bra, pulling out one of her infamous sock puppets. The fans cheer wildly as Hanneman goes for through the stages of the #StopDropandSockPuppet: sliding on the puppet with the slightly rapey duck face, poking Darlington in the eye, she and the duck twerking for a moment before applying the Mandible Claw. Darlington taps quickly and the bell rings. Winner: Katie HannemanWhen we start our scene, it’s dark. Maybe not dark, but dim. It’s a small room, looking like a tiny little meeting room in a warehouse. It’s evening, just the light over the table illuminating our vision. One chair seems empty, the other filled by one man, sitting in a black dress shirt and red tie, dress pants and sleeves of the shirt rolled up as he kicks up his feet. The unmistakable presence of EXODUS Pro’s Director, Jonathan Collins. Jonathan Collins: Christum, you and I are beyond these dramatic entrances. Have a seat and let’s have this talk. The camera pans around to show the EXODUS World Champion, Christum Furor. Draped in his ominous burlap sack, a G&M hooded sweatshirt, and with his aforementioned championship lying on the table in front of him the Michigander stares at the man he has despised for over a year. His eyes contain an inhospitable hatred, a hatred that as felt as he seethes in frustration. Christum Furor: Jonathan… Jonathan… Jonathan, what we are beyond is talking. I’ve been talking for an entire year, yet you have not been listening to one single word. You’ve ignored all of my warnings, and every single bit of sound logic, and nugget of knowledge that I have dropped in your lap, and the laps of the incoherent masses. And now you think you deserve a peaceful resolution? Now you think you deserve to determine fate on your terms? You will get no such thing. The cards are now in my hand, and you will play the hand that you are dealt. Jonathan Collins: You know, I really started thinking about this for the past two weeks. I thought about what you did to one of my students. I thought about how a year ago, you and LEGION put me in a coma, trying to kill me and end the very creation I put my heart into. I kept thinking to myself about how every time I’ve had to bristle in this company, it’s because of you. Jonathan pauses and brings a hand to the bridge of his nose, rubbing it before he continues to talk. Jonathan Collins: And then I started to wonder why it’s so personal with you. You talk about how it’s me that makes the matches, me who pulls the strings, and how dissatisfied you are with the fact that everything you have asked for, I’ve given you. I’ve put you in main events, I’ve put you in these featured matches despite my own personal feelings for the safety of my wife, and how I’ve even put myself in the ring with you. I have never run from you, “Christum Furor,” nor have I denied who I am. I am a man trying to be a businessman now. I’ve done some real bad things, my friend, but the only one who can judge me is my maker...and I have told you a million times before that you cannot kill what you didn’t create. So really, champ, why is it you want me to walk away? What really sticks in your craw about me that keeps you up at night and drives you to madness? Collins smirks and leans forward, bringing his feet down from the table. Jonathan Collins: And please, spare no detail. Furor leans back in his seat, clenching his fist, unclenching, then clenching again as a means to alleviate his stress. He shakes his head, finding everything Jonathan just relayed to him to be utterly preposterous. Christum Furor: Why Jonathan, you ask why? He begins to cackle now, as Collins is now the one hissing in frustration. Neither man seems able to suppress their ill wills for the other, yet Furor continues on. Christum Furor: It’s because everything you say is a falsehood and fabrication. It’s because everything you claim to stand for and believe in is a facade. Its because you think you’re some sort of sage who must save professional wrestling with his idea of right and wrong, his idea of inherency which is primitive way of thinking. You pass on your ethics and your principles, and act like they are the be all, end all, and everyone who rejects them are vilified. You dehumanize those who will not stand with you, those who choose to think for themselves and act according to their own personal doctrines. I hate that sort of hypocrisy. I HATE it, Jonathan. I hate how you pretend to be noble, pretend to have the best intentions for people at heart. I hate how you have created this illusion of right and wrong, this illusion of morality, its a notion that you preach but do not follow with your actions. Furor begins to tap the table now, somewhat irking the man sitting across from him. Christum Furor: You have not given me ANYTHING, Jonathan. In fact, you have done the absolute OPPOSITE. The reason I am standing across this table, standing in front of you holding YOUR company’s top prize is because I backed you into a corner. I backed you into a corner just like I did last year. My rivalry with your wife left you with no choice but to put me in Main Events, to put me in these premiere spots in these shows. You had no choice because you HATED me, and believed I would fail, just like you did back in Tennessee. You don’t remember do you Jonathan? You don’t remember how you hogged the spotlight, and put people down because you were the great and noble JONATHAN COLLINS. You WERE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING. I remember it like it was yesterday Jonathan. I remember how you told me I would never amount to anything, how you couldn’t see me. I was invisible… I continued to be invisible until the day I blasted your beloved wife in the face with a steel chair. THEN you saw me. THEN the great Jonathan Collins saw the maggot feasting on the flesh of decayed bodies. Angered, the World Champion begins to claw the table with his fingernails. He balls his hands back into fists, slamming them on the piece of furniture, continuing to feast his steely glare on the Saint of Violence. Christum Furor: And when you saw me Jonathan, you saw that I was everything you were not, and everything you could never become. I was the outlier, the anomaly. I was the one that sparked radical change every single time I spoke into a microphone. I was the one that made the people start to question you. The moment I began to lift the veil and blinders that you situated over the eyes of the public, your hatred for me grew deeper. And so you became determined to destroy me, to undo every one of my accomplishments, to tear down my hopes and dreams and send me back down to the totem pole so you could sneer and mock me from your self-righteous pedestal. So you TOOK things from my life Jonathan, just like you took Haven from me. You turned me into THIS… this monster, this walking monstrosity because you destroyed my life, just like you’ve destroyed the lives of countless people in this business without remorse or guilt. You gained satisfaction from it, you enjoyed it. It’s all been systematic to pad your ego and assuage your sadistic thirst for blood and power. You deliberately corrupted my best friend Kliff Ulysses. YOU forced him to betray me. YOU made him stab me in the back with your alluring lies, and your beautiful lucid dreams which were nothing more than intricate fabrications. YOU turned Zack Lifer against ME. You made him believe that he could not achieve self-fulfillment without submitting to your illogical, antiquated codes of ethics. YOU are the one that has taken from ME because you want me to bow to you. Furor begins to almost hyperventilate, as Jonathan merely looks on, shocked and unable to fathom the degree of animosity his nemesis has for him. The man formerly known as Magnus Gunner grabs the EXODUS World Championship, looking at it with a deep rooted fascination, before directing his gaze back in the direction of the Director. Christum Furor: You have caused me tremendous grief and unspeakable pain, Jonathan. Your hatred, your narcissism, and your fraudulence has ruined my life. But the truth is Collins, I don’t even blame you anymore. No, I thank you really. Thanks to you I have ascended to this status. Due to your antipathy, due to your countless efforts, and your heartless dream of putting your foot on my throat be it in the ring, or from behind the scenes I have become a GOD. With my life in shambles, with my relationships ruined and all of my bridges burned down I had no choice but to face my demons. Insanity was my only alternative, but it was in that abyss, in that dark place in the recesses of my mind that I found total enlightenment. And now with my increased knowledge, now with total and ABSOLUTE clarity I can see the gruesome truth. And the truth is that THIS world, this world of professional wrestling is a massive ball of hatred that consumes all of us. It promotes us to live our entire lives in constant physical and emotional agony, seeing one another only as obstacles that we must destroy to obtain superficialities instead of human beings . It has turned YOU into the Saint of Violence, and me into CHRISTUM FUROR. Long ago when I was a member of LEGION I conversed with Daisuke Iwakuma. He made it clear to me how he felt about this business. He didn’t believe change or peace was necessary or attainable, he sought only to be a symbol of destruction and misery, and be the bridge to continue this vicious cycle of hatred. THAT was his purpose. He harnessed his madness, he saw the writing on the wall, but he chose a dark path. He chose to embrace this hate, and continue this sad, nightmarish existence that consumes everyone in this wretched cesspit. I however, have not. Jonathan takes a moment, pauses, and...nods. Jonathan Collins: You’re right. I think that you’re absolutely right. There’s a lot of things you’ve said that aren’t inaccurate. I have chosen to reject this monster in me, and you can take that as you will. The truth is I choose to do that, because you don’t realize that we have choice. We choose who we become. Our actions make us who we are at the end of the day, and we have no one to blame but ourselves, really. If you need a scapegoat, feel free, that’s fine...but I know your secret, Magnus. He grins and leans in, raising an eyebrow at the World Champion and the man who has ranted and raved at him. Jonathan Collins: You hate me because I found the answer to everything you wanted. See, when you grow up and you realize that we all have to take responsibility for our actions, you’ll realize that I had nothing to do with these actions. I didn’t make this happen. When you open your eyes from this dream and you get back to being Magnus Gunner, you’ll realize that the person you longed to be was me. I found peace in this industry. I found love, I found happiness, but most importantly, I found hope. I found hope, and that is why you want me out of EXODUS Pro, Christum. While you go on, spouting off despair and the ravings of a man who would dare consider himself a god amongst men, I found hope! I found promise, and because I inspire people to find the things they’ve been missing, you blame me for the things you don’t have, and you blame me for being the person you just don’t have the courage to be! Collins remains surprisingly composed when he looks at his company’s champion, nodding for a moment before he takes a deep breath and exhales, resuming what he needs to say. Jonathan Collins: You gave me two weeks to decide if I’d march. Two weeks to decide if I would fade into the sunset and abandon EXODUS Pro. Now I could do that, but for what? Your witch hunt would turn me into a symbol, not of your power, but that would let you make a martyr out of me, and I simply just don’t want you to do that. Not because I choose it, but quite simply...I don’t need to be sacrificed to show those kids greater heights. Tonight, when your New Era comes to a grinding halt, they’ll realize that the hope they were looking for resided in them all along. Time is coming, Christum. I’ll fade off into the sunset. I’ll go put my daughter through college, and maybe I’ll have another one with my wife, but this industry won’t need me. More importantly, I’ll know that this industry was in good hands because I had hope and faith...and you’ll realize something. Jonathan reaches down under the table and comes back, a tattered novel in his hands as he slides it over to show it to Furor. Jonathan Collins: Take it, it’s yours. It’s one of my favorite novels, American Gods. It’s by Neil Gaiman, a hell of an author. I think you’d like him, personally. I’d read it, because you’ll learn one thing from it. Sometimes, Gods lose their power. Sometimes, after enough time and a lack of belief, they simply just cease to mean anything. Tonight, you lose your power. Tonight...you’re just a man, just like me. Jonathan smiles and nods. Jonathan Collins: You’ll find that the view from mortality is just as nice. The EXODUS World Champion picks up the novel, flipping through the pages with disinterest before setting it back down onto the table. Christum Furor: Competing for superficial championships and trophies with the hopes that these small accomplishments will fill voids in our lives… experiencing pain that never heals… fading into obscurity or dying like trash to have your contributions made null and void in a world of never ending hatred… this is professional wrestling Jonathan. You understand this, you know of this harsh truth, but you must accept the fact that I am the one who is going to break this cycle. I am the one who is going to be the bridge to peace, the symbol of hope that changes this terrible world. That’s why my power will never dwindle. That’s why my New Age will never be destroyed. You see, the New Age is merely an ideal, an ideal that I have created, and that people with unlocked minds and a thirst for change have adopted. It’s an ideal we share because we are one. Gods & Monsters is one, one unified ideal of men and women who have been brought together by pain. It is our pain that has driven us to pursue change, to risk our lives and our reputations in the hopes that we can purify this diseased world and make it better for our predecessors. Furor slides the novel back across the table. Christum Furor: The sad thing is Jonathan, we’re no different. We each act according to our own sense of justice, our own sense of peace, our own idea of how to change professional wrestling. The thing is, your way does not alter anything, it only continues this cycle. My vision transcends your comprehension. My vision is radical and yields results. My idea of a NEW AGE can bring true peace to professional wrestling, but it is only possible through pain. Through enduring this pain. Through sharing our pain. If you don’t share someone’s pain, you can never understand them Jonathan. But just because you understand them doesn’t mean you can come to an agreement. That’s the truth. That’s why we cannot co-exist, and that is why I will continue on my quest. That’s why it doesn’t matter if I’m World Champion at the end of tonight, or World Champion for the next 365 days. All that matters is that I continue to be the architect of the future. I am the existential hero, Jonathan. I have finally realized my purpose in the grand scheme and have discovered the tools to create change. Furor stands up from the table now, draping the EXODUS World Title over his shoulder as he points at his enemy, and polar opposite. Christum Furor: And with these tools I will create something that can never be destroyed. For that everything I’ve done will have been rectified. There’s no paradise, no pearly gates awaiting either of us due to the things we’ve done, the things we’re doing, and the things we’re going to do in the future. Our fate in the next life is purgatory, and I accept that. I accept that this path will lead to my demise, but its necessary. I am willing sacrifice myself for the REAL greater good. THAT is why we will never see eye to eye. You only look to preserve your way of life, while I look to improve and better our existence. And I will. Just watch me. Watch me change the world and live on forever as the beacon of hope and the light that illuminated this cloud of darkness. And with that Christum Furor bids the Director adieu, swiftly walking off to leave Jonathan pondering where the two of them are to go from here...and with that, we go to Dick & Seth. And we finally join Dick and Seth at the commentary booth. Dick Morosi: Hello fans and welcome to the Downfall of Us All! Boy do we have a stacked night of action for you tonight! All titles are on the lines! We're gonna crown a new San Diego Bay champion as Nate Soto takes on Tyrannosaurus Sex, Tiffani Stearns! Seth Ericson: What could go wrong for the little white girl! Dick Morosi: And then Jerry Matthews' disgusting actions over the last few weeks have consequences as the woman he laid out so viciously, Lexy Chapel, gets a rematch with the International championship on the line! Seth Ericson: What could go wrong for the little white girl! Dick Morosi: After smashing Steve Lenton with a sledgehammer and putting him out with a concussion, Lenton is back and with his partner Wulf Erikssen, TROUBLE takes on DESTROY ALL HUMANS in a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match! Seth Ericson: What could go wrong for the little...uh...girls...at ringside! YEAH! Dick Morosi: We have an EXODUS first, as we have our Brightest Day Cibernetico to determine the next Number 1 Contender to the EXODUS Pro World Title! 10 competitors will face off in a tug of war kind of tag match where they have to tag in a set order! one team captained by Fiona Collins of the Seikigun, the other captained by the Scalpel of Gods & Monsters, Kira T. Zeppeli! Seth Ericson: There's a lot of little white girls in that! Dick Morosi: ...and finally, the Morning Star gets his hands on Christum Furor himself as Andreas Lasiewicz takes on Magnus Gunner with the Exodus Pro World Title on the line, and that's sure to be a bloodbath! Seth Ericson: What could go wrong for the....uh... Dick Morosi: For the little white boy that inadvertently insults Andreas or Furor? Seth Ericson: YEAH! ...wait....shit. Dick Morosi: Mmhmm. Why don't we move onto the first match of the night, Adrien Cochrane taking on the Big Bad Justin Brooks, a match that's been held world over to acclaim each time? Seth Ericson: Perfect! Take it away David...please! David Zinkus: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... "TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." You were my conscience, so solid, now you're like water
And we started drowning, not like we'd sink any further
But I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom
But I'll get a new one and come back for the hope that you've stolen
I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world is ours David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks! I'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me
But I'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching.
Call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims
And they're getting stronger
I hear them calling.
(Calling, Calling)
I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world is ours A large chorus of cheers erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smile on his face as he places his hands on his waist. “Monster” by Paramore continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd with a large smile on his face. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is back! This has been something a lot of people have been looking forward to, the Big Bad Brooks in an ExPro ring once again! Seth Ericson: I'm ready. Are you ready? You're probably not as ready as I am. I'm so ready. Dick Morosi: I get it. Seth Ericson: Do you? I have a pie chart showing how ready I am right here. Dick Morosi: Jesus Christ. David Zinkus: And introducing his opponent... The lights in the arena dim as smoke starts to fill up the entrance way and ramp as a piano begins to play. With the sign of smoke comes fire on the EXOScreen and then as the music stops, up on the giant video wall... BELIEVE Suddenly, the music kicks back in for the remainder of the intro of "Through the Fire" by Day of Fire! Walk in the flame again,
I'll be there to hold your hand,
Keeping you safe until the end
And when the flood begins,
I'll be there with you to stand,
Walking in faith until the end... As the chorus begins, out from the back, standing amidst the smoke and simulated fire is "The Dropkick King" Adrien Cochrane! David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from New Orleans, Louisiana...HE IS THE DROPKICK KING, ADRIENNNNNNNN COCHRANE! I'll see you through the flood,
See you through the fire,
See you through the storms-a-raging... Adrien surveys the crowd, nodding and he finally pumps his fist, looking like he's slamming it down toward the ground, eliciting huge sparks of pyro that ignite from the top of the entrance way in time with his gesture! Starting to walk down the ramp, he nods his head in time with the music as he reaches his hands out, starting to slap hands with the fans who are cheering for him. Getting to the ring, he instantly hops up and practically slides across the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle to raise his arms to the crowd! Walking the darkest rain
I cover you by my name,
A shelter inside your world of pain
Step on the waters waves
Coming to me by faith
I am the light of better days... Dick Morosi: The past few months haven't been the best for Adrien. He's gone from being the EXODUS World champ to opening the show, but a big win against Brooks tonight could change all of that! Seth Ericson: That's IF he can get past Brooks, and he's gonna be wanting to make an impact quickly too, to get his own career back on track! Dick Morosi: Good point. Either way, it should be a hell of a match, and it's starting now! As the second time through the chorus starts, Adrien steps into the ring and moves across from where he enters, coming over to salute the other side of the audience! Continuing to salute the audience, Adrien finally hops down and starts to remove his shirt, looking intensely at the other side of the ring as he starts to mentally prepare for the match. The bell rings and Adrien CHARGES at Brooks, leaping and nailing him with a dropkick straight to the face, sending him back into the turnbuckle! Dick Morosi: Adrien taking it STRAIGHT TO BROOKS! He really wants to make up for the down streak he's been on! Seth Ericson: He'll run out of energy at this rate, and then what? Dick Morosi: I've never seen that happen to Adrien Cochrane and I don't expect to now! He leaps onto Brooks while he's in the corner and begins to throw rights at him, the crowd going crazy at this new agression the Dropkick King is showing. He then drops down and runs to the opposite corner, Brooks too dazed to get out of the way before Adrien sprints back across the ring and leaps, nailing Brooks with a knee to the face! Adrien shoves the whoozy Brooks down to the mat and nails a standing moonsault onto the big man. He then begins to ascend the top ropes, yelling at Brooks to get up. Dick Morosi: Oh man, I think Adrien is wanting a top rope dropkick here! That could put Brooks down for the count easily! Seth Ericson: If he can do it. Dick Morosi: we're gonna find out, Brooks is getting to his feet, Adrien's off the ropes an-OH MY GOD! Seth Ericson: BROOKS CAUGHT HIM! SPINEBUSTER! SPINEBUSTER! Dick Morosi: OH MY GOD! Seth Ericson: He's dead! Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks showing why he is ALWAYS one to watch! That was amazing! Brooks lets out a roar to the shocked crowd, before picking Adrien up and whipping him into the ropes, smashing into Adrien with a clothesline when he comes back around that flips him in the air. He then pulls Adrien to his feet, only for Adrien to shove him back and nail him with a kick to the skull that sends him reeling. He takes a run and leaps, likely for a crossbody, only to find himself caught by The Big Bad Brooks, who hefts him onto his shoulders and quickly nails the Hook n Ladder! The cover! 1...2....3! David Zinkus: And here is your winner, JUSTIN BROOKS! Dick Morosi: That was crazy. Adrien tried his best, coming out of the gate as aggressive as he did, but Brooks would not be denied, and now he's taken a big step in getting his EXODUS career back on track! Seth Ericson: If I saw his name next to mine on the card, I'd bolt. The Big Bad Brooks is a scary man. Dick Morosi: We can both agree on that. Now, let's head backstage! WINNER: JUSTIN BROOKSWilliam Darlington sits in his locker room, changing back into his street clothes, following his rough loss earlier tonight. There's a knock at the door. William pauses, eying it for a moment before finally calling out. William Darlington: It's open. The door creaks, and Chuck Matthews walks in, a stack of paper in his hand. William scowls and opens his locker, only to angrily hurl his wrestling boots inside. William Darlington: What do you want now? Chuck Matthews: Hello to you too. William doesn't so much as acknowledge Chuck's remark. Matthews leans against the locker next to William, and slides the papers into William's own locker, right under Darlington's nose. Chuck Matthews: Check that out. William hesitates, but steals a glance at what Chuck has just given him. Chuck Matthews: That right there is an official EXODUS Pro contract. Just a standard-issue rookie contract, nothing major. Your trial period's up, and they've decided they'd like to keep you on board. William Darlington: You're joking. Chuck shrugs. Chuck Matthews: I don't know if it's their smartest move, but apparently you've shown some promise, and they're willing to gamble that you'll get better with time. Nice job, you've impressed some very important people. William looks down at the contract. A smirk slowly spreads across his face. Chuck circles around William, giving him a congratulatory slap on the back as he passes. The moment he does, however, Chuck turns around, grabbing William by the neck and smashing him face-first into the locker door. William is rocked by the blow, and falls, stunned, to the floor. He clasps a hand to his nose, which is already bleeding from a sizeable gash on the bridge. Chuck Matthews: Unfortunately, I was not one of those people. He kicks William hard in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him and keeping him grounded. William backs against the lockers, leaning heavily against them and keeping himself in a seated position. Chuck smiles, and drives his knee into Darlington's head, smashing it, once again, into the locker doors. Chuck crouches down next to Darlington, who groans in pain, trying to catch his breath while simultaneously working to stop the bleeding of his broken nose. Chuck Matthews: It's real simple, alright? See...I've got this plan. This idea, right? And it was a good plan. A brilliant plan, one of my best, really. The only problem with it was that I had to rely on you to carry it out. Chuck shrugs, looking at William. He playfully slaps William's shoulder. Chuck Matthews: Lesson learned though, right? But hey. You gave it a good shot, Willie. But let's be honest: You're really not cut out for this sort of thing, are you? He shakes his head sadly, and makes a move to stand. Something forces him to pause, however. Chuck eyes the contract, now lying on the floor in front of William's locker. He picks it up, accidentally smudging a fleck of blood on the first page. Chuck Matthews: You know, I was reading this earlier, and the strangest thought came into my head. See...there's no name actually written anywhere on this thing. Chuck flips it over, frowning as he glances at the blank backs of the pages. Chuck Matthews: In theory, any random asshole could saunter in here with a pen, and if he would just sign his John Hancock right across this line, he'd be a contracted member of the EXODUS roster. Or, you know...instead of any random asshole... Chuck looks at William, and gives him a knowing wink. He slides a pen out from behind his ear and scribbles his own name across the page. Chuck Matthews: Thanks for warming up the crowd, buddy, but I'll take it from here. You have yourself a pleasant evening. He smiles at William, and tips his fingers to his head. He takes a long look at the contract in his hands. Chuck nods, and with a small chuckle, heads out of the room, leaving the bloody and hurt Darlington alone in front of his locker. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2014 21:10:03 GMT -6
(R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING TITLE TOURNAMENT,QUARTER-FINAL:
DEVAN WHITMORE vs. SHOZO Darrin Stearns: We've had a great show tonight, but it's time for our main event! Minoru Asano: Friend, this is going to be amazing! Shozo, an amazing young man who reminds me of me when I was his age, is going to take on Devan Whitmore! Darrin Stearns: Devan and Shozo both feel like they have a lot to prove tonight in this main event. Minoru Asano: That reminds me of the time I took on Mickey Rourke's stunt double in a no holds barred match somewhere in Istanbul, but that's a-- Darrin Stearns: Let's hit the ring! Introduce us some people, Zinkus. The camera cuts to David, who is all smiles tonight. David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, it is a Quarterfinal match in the (R)Evolution Wrestling Title Tournament, and it is your main event! Introducing first...she is Devan Whitmore! She said: "He so sweet,
I wanna lick the wrapper."
So i let her lick the wrapper.
And she, she licked me
Like a lollipop
Like a lollipopStrobe lights flash around the curtain in various colors and as the chorus hits, Devan slowly makes her way onto the stage while "Lollipop" by Framing Hanley continues to play. Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps
Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumpsDevan slinks her way down the ramp, shimmying in time with the music slapping hands with the fans. She slides into the ring and climbs each turnbuckle, toying with the crowd by head banging slightly and giving a rock and roll sign. She hops down as the music fades and bounces from one foot to the other in anticipation. Darrin Stearns: Devan Whitmore is looking as determined as ever to make an impact tonight. Minoru Asano: And that's why I'm going to drink to her tonight! Darrin Stearns: What won't you drink to? Minoru Asano: Getting a trip to Mexico. But since we're not there, take a drink! And take a drink for main event time! Darrin Stearns: ...I need to stop getting talked into stuff. The opening strings of "Anti Gravity" by Lindsey Sterling hits, heralding the arrival of Shozo, as he steps out onto the stage, standing still a moment, looking up at the bright lights above. David Zinkus: From Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan, he is weighing in at 205lbs....this is SHOZO! He closes his eyes, lets a breath out, and nods, before beginning to walk down the ramp, nodding his head to the music. He slides into the ring and makes his way to a corner, leaning against it waiting for the bell to ring. Not far behind him is Shinji Uchikawa, in shorts and a tank top, ready to support his partner. Darrin Stearns: Shozo makes up one half of the exciting Gen2 tag team with Shinji Uchikawa, who seems to be in Shozo's corner tonight. Minoru Asano: Let's drink for a singles breakout night for Shozo! Darrin Stearns: Let's get through this match first! The two start to lock up in the middle of the ring after a quick handshake, all before Shozo uses his strength advantage to back her into the corner. Backing away for a moment thanks to orders from senior official Katie Hanneman, Shozo rears back and lands a massive knife edge chop to Whitmore's chest. She winces in pain and Shozo rears back to land another one before grabbing her and whipping her to the corner on the opposite side, charging in and landing a wicked knee to the stomach. Holding her in a headlock as she keels over, Shozo pulls her out of the corner and delivers a russian leg sweep at break neck speed. Sitting her up, Shozo quickly lands a quick shoot kick to the chest to knock her down again before hooking the leg for a pin. Hanneman counts! One... Two... Kickout! Shozo glances for a moment at the ref before picking up Devan and hoisting her up into a fireman's carry position before dropping her in a gutbuster! Shozo quickly locks in a headlock, keeping her grounded because he knows that's the way to keep her from gaining an advantage. She reaches to roll him over onto his shoulders... ONE! TWO! Kickout! He rolls back down to a seated position, maintaining the headlock. Shozo wrenches it in, Devan wincing in pain. Darrin Stearns: Shozo working hard tonight to get that victory. Minoru Asano: He's looking like this one warrior monk I met while skipping through Tibet, friend! I was skipping through, and as I did, this warrior monk helped me as I was being attacked by violent alpacas who were looking to push me off the trail I was walking on! They were very violent, and he and I wound up getting involved in a race around the world for a million dollars, but that's a story for another day! Darrin Stearns: It sure is. Shozo continues to hold the headlock, but Devan starts managing to muscle her way up, all before dropping him with a back suplex! Devan quickly nails a standing moonsault, all before she quickly rolls herself back onto her feet, just to run and hit the ropes, coming to nail a rolling thunder onto Shozo! Rolling again back onto her feet, she one more time does a standing moonsault and rolls onto her feet, dropping to a knee and daring him to get back up! The crowd is excited on his feet, and as Shozo quickly stumbles up, she starts backing up for the Kessel R--SHOZO OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE CRASH LOVE! Shozo starts to stand up and shake off the cobwebs, looking exceptionally angry before he lifts her up...BRAINBUSTER! LEG HOOK AND COVER! ONE! TWO! TH--KICKOUT! Shozo pounds the mat in frustration, starting to pick up Devan again for the End of Your Story...but Devan wiggles out...inverted headlock backbreaker! Devan starts to go back to the corner, once again looking to size up Shozo...KESSEL RUN! He's down and she pumps her fist, looking to go up to the top turnbuckle, but Shozo gets up and uses that fighting spirit of his to run up and start fighting with her on the top turnbuckle! The two are trading blows, and Devan blocks a shot, using a right to knock him down and off the turnbuckles! Quickly, she scrambles to get balanced and launched...JEDI MIND TRICK! SHE HOOKS THE LEG! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Lollipop" starts again, and the crowd cheers for Devan's victory! David Zinkus: Here is your winner...DEVAN WHITMORE! Darrin Stearns: What a match! Both Devan and Shozo were out of their minds and came at one another with some of the hardest hitting offense they had, but neither of them were going to give up easily! Minoru Asano: Friend, that was amazing! Let us drink to victory, to the winner, and another successful show! Darrin Stearns: Wait, what's this going on now? Shozo starts getting up and sitting in the ring as Devan continues to celebrate, his hand slamming the mat as he starts to get up with a sigh. As she climbs down from the corner, he grabs her shoulder and spins her around. The two of them look at each other with intensity in their eyes, still full of adrenaline from the match...and Shozo slowly offers his hand to the victor. Devan waits a moment but eventually concedes the handshake, the two trading a hug before Shinji comes in and pats his friend and partner on the shoulder before the two start walking off, leaving Devan to celebrate. Darrin Stearns: Good display of sportsmanship by Shozo there! Minoru Asano: Let's drink to that too! Darrin Stearns: It's been a hell of a night at (R)Evolution Wrestling, and it's been fun! I'm Darrin Stearns... Minoru Asano: ...and I'm Minoru Asano! DON'T *BLEEP*ING GO TO MEXICO! Darrin Stearns: What he said. Goodnight, everyone! We fade to black as Devan continues to celebrate her huge victory. Winner: DEVAN WHITMORE |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2014 21:09:30 GMT -6
(R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING TITLE TOURNAMENT, QUARTER-FINAL:
ARIES REED vs. SHINJI UCHIKAWA From the bell, it's clear these two are evenly matched. Regardless, as they found themselves evenly matched, the two put their all into taking the other down. Early on in this Aries seems to have the advantage, using his weight advantage to control Shinji with a series of suplexes, only for the tide to turn and Shinji taking control with with some suplexes of his own! Control rapidly run back and forth, each man hitting a technical move, but unable to capitalize as the other desperately fights his corner. Slowly, Uchikawa begins to stake out his own advantage, chaining through a series of moves that begin to frustrate Aries as he's unable to counter them. Out of his frustration, Aries goes for a big move, hooking Shinji up for a T-Bone Suplex, but Shinji's not adequately out of it, and he fights out with a series of hard elbows to the side of Aries' head. Reed staggers out of it, shaking his head, only for Uchikawa to grab him from behind, and hitting Reed with the Tsunami German! He gets the three count. Aries is quickly back to his feet, shaking his head, Shinji looking at the defeated man. Uchikawa extends his hand. Aries looks angry, probably at himself more than anything, but takes the hand regardless to the cheers of the crowd. Winner: SHINJI UCHIKAWA The camera fades into the trainer's room, where we see Payton James sitting on a table, being examined by the resident medical staffer, Dr. Kuller, who is unusually muted in his approach, shining a light in her eyes and writing down notes. In a corner sits Sydney, who watches on uncomfortably, waiting for a word. Payton is looking far better than she did earlier, eyes focused and cognizant. Finally, Dr. Kuller sets the light and his notepad down. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Okay, that should do it. Sydney Christensen: Well? Is she alright? Dr. Cyril Kuller: Well, with how she was acting, I can't blame the referee for ending the match. But, after looking her over, I don't see any signs of a concussion. She can answer my questions, she's alert, everything seems to be alright. I believe that lariat from the Deacon just scrambled things temporarily, but in the long-term she'll be fine. Gonna be a hell of a headache though. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a prescription pad, scribbling onto it and then ripping the page off, offering it to Payton. Dr. Cyril Kuller: So here's a prescription for some high-strength aspirin, it should take care of it. Come back in a week for a check up so we can be sure there's nothing wrong. And... He pauses, his usual worrying grin coming to his face. Dr. Cyril Kuller: And you know, if we were to replace your head with a cybernetic one, you'd be totally impervious to this kind of thing going forward... Payton James: That's fine, doc. I don't need it. This kinda thing, it's part of the job. Dr. Kuller sighs and shrugs, but drops it, walking off-screen to do something likely illegal. Sydney approaches Payton, a look of sadness on her face. Sydney Christensen: Payton, I'm sorry for what happened, if I hadn't of mov- Payton raises both hands to stop Sydney before she can finish. She takes one of Sydney's hands into her own and smiles reassuringly. Payton James: Don't you dare. Sydney, I don't put one single bit of blame on you. The only person I put blame on is that big black lackey that ruined what was already a great match between us. Tonight, he made a mistake. She drops Sydney's hand as she sets her jaw, her eyes suddenly blazing with anger, Sydney nodding in approval at this. Payton James: And believe me. He's gonna get what's coming to him. We fade away at this frightening sight... |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2014 21:08:43 GMT -6
(R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING TITLE TOURNAMENT, QUARTER-FINAL:
PAYTON JAMES vs. SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN This had the potential to be the unquestioned match of the night, and it's a damn shame what happened instead of that. From the moment the bell rang, it was clear this was everything the fans could hope for from these two. From the first lockup, the two flowed together as smooth as anyone, each one using their styles to their advantage, Sydney with her ground-based offense and Payton with her high speed. It was back and forth right from the start, Sydney occasionally able to keep Payton on the ground and twisting her limbs, only for Payton to eventually slip out and run circles around Sydney literally, coming at her from all angles taking her down multiple times with her high flying offense, only for Sydney to eventually catch her and bring her back to the ground to repeat the process and each showing themselves able to find a counter for something the other had in their sleeves, including a rather amazing moment when Sydney tried to hit Payton with a release German Suplex, only for Payton to actually flip in the air to land on her feet, and then nailing a sweet DDT on a shocked Sydney. During one of these exchanges, when Payton was hitting Sydney with a hurricanrana, when she went flying from it Sydney's boot accidentally connected with the head of the referee knocking him out. The crowd seemed quite worried about what could happen, only for Sydney and Payton to look at one another and shrug before locking up again to the delight of the crowd, the two intent on not letting that change this fair one on one match. But then Deacon Jeremiah Robison decided to come out. The big man, visibly angry at what we assume now to be Sydney beating him last show, came out to loud boos and quickly made his way to the ring, entering and staring down Sydney with an intense hate. He then charged, throwing a lariat that would take anyone's head off but Sydney, able to guess it coming, moved out of the way...unfortunately leaving Payton, who was behind her, to take the lariat instead, which flipped her head over heel and crashing to the mat. The Deacon was shocked at this, allowing Sydney to dropkick him out of the ring and check on Payton. The referee slowly came to and approached the two, checking on Payton himself, only for Payton to slowly push him away and make her way back to her feet, to heavy cheers from the crowd at this show...only to go completely silent as they saw the condition she was in. She was dizzy, stumbling around the ring, eyes unfocused. The referee approached her again and examined her, and turned to face the back and threw up the dreaded X, the bell ringing and announcing Sydney the winner via referee stoppage, but no paid attention to that, all attention on Payton, as she continued to stumble around the ring in a stupor. The crowd remained silent as Sydney and the referee helped Payton to the back, unable to comprehend the injustice they've just laid witness to. Winner: SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2014 21:07:57 GMT -6
(R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING TITLE TOURNAMENT, QUARTER-FINAL:
BRANDO MARTIAL vs. CARLTON WINSLOW As the pair stand, looking at each other in the ring, the mismatch in body types rapidly becomes apparent. Brando has a clear half a foot over Carlton, not to mention the mention the weight advantage, which appears to be based purely in muscle definition. Right from the get go, Brandon unleashed a devastating series of strikes, punishing Carlton for merely being in the same ring as him, keeping him grounded. Abusing the weight advantage, Brando throws Carlton across the ring, and connects with a massive Big Boot, almost beheading Winslow. Martial picks him up, going for the same again, only this time managing to catch the big man off guard with a Low Dropkick. He follows up with a Cutter and series of splashes, all to the delight of the crowd. Trying to capitalise, Carlton tries to hit a Huracanrana but Brando reverses it into a massive powerbomb. Brando stands over the fallen Winslow, roaring to the crowd, only to be taken by surprise as Carlton bursts out of nowhere and rolls him up with a Schoolboy. One! Two! Nearly a three then kickout. Brando is incensed, almost turning pure red with anger. Taking Carlton with one hand, he hits him with a particularly devastating headbutt. He follows straight up with picking Carlton up off his feet, before connecting with an unbelievably stiff Atlas Shrugged. He contemptuously pins Winslow with a single boot on his chest, as the boos erupt from the crowd. Slowly, Brando calms, the mask of civility returning, and in a show for the crowd picks Carlton up, dusting the dazed kid off, as the crowd begins to settle back down. Winner: BRANDO MARTIAL We fade to one of the locker room areas, where we find one of the wrestlers involved in tonight's main event, Shozo, in the middle of what could be assumed to be a pre-match workout. Shozo is doing a set of push-ups, with each up push being held longer than the last, for a rep of ten. He finishes this and pushes himself to his feet, where he begins to stretch his legs, getting limber for the match ahead. This works up quite a sweat, obviously, but luckily a hand appears from off camera holding a towel which, though surprised, Shozo takes and uses to wipe the sweat from his face. He looks at the man who gave him the towel with a certain amount of respect. Shozo: Ah...Arino-sensei... The camera pans over to show that, indeed, it is the much beloved Papa Arino who has joined his student. He looks on with the same expression he looks at everything with. Hard. Papa Arino: Shozo. Shozo: Yes? what is it? Papa Arino: I wanted to have words before you have match. Shozo nods, and walks over to a bench, sitting down to listen to what Papa has to say. Papa Arino: You are very young. In age and in terms of career. Shozo: I know. Papa Arino: At this age, very few get real opportunity. Very few get to main event show. Fewer still get chance to main event two in row. Shozo: I'm aware...I'm very honored about it. Papa Arino: Are you? Shozo: ...I'm sorry? Papa Arino: Do you know how important a first impression is? Shozo: Well, yes, it's incredibly important. It forms people's judgments of you from the start. Papa Arino: So what does it say to be thought of so highly you main event so early in career, only to be the one to lose? Shozo: I don't think anyone judges me for losing. It was a hard fought match! Papa Arino: Still, you were the one to eat pin. People in crowd see that, they judge you as the least important of the four. People in head office see that, they judge you just the same. Shozo: I... He pauses, the words seeming to sink in as he hangs his head. Shozo: you are right. I am sorry. I failed. Papa Arino: Apologies mean nothing. Only actions. You are very lucky. You get chance some never get, to try again to make an impression. Shozo: My match tonight. Papa Arino: Yes. You win tonight, decisively, and the crowd and the head office might rethink judgement. But this is only chance. You lose tonight, you cement their thoughts on you, and you then have almost insurmountable mountain to climb to ever change them. Shozo says nothing, only sitting there with his head bowed, absorbing this all. Papa starts to reach a hand out to Shozo's shoulder, but seems to change his mind, retracting it. Papa Arino: Tonight you have to face Devan with your best. Or you may never see a main event again. At this he leaves the locker room, leaving Shozo sitting alone. Slowly, he rises to his feet, walking over to his locker and opening it, going through his bag for something. From behind him a voice comes, that of his friend Shinji Uchikawa. Shinji Uchikawa: Hello? Shozo? He rounds the corner of the locker room, seeing his friend at his locker. He frowns, perhaps sensing the tense atmosphere of the room. Shinji Uchikawa: You are alright? There is a moment's silence, before Shozo's head raises and he turns quickly to face Shinji, all smiles. Shozo: Of course, Shinji! I'm just getting ready for my match! He walks over to his friend, extending his hand which Shinji takes and they share a firm handshake. Shinji Uchikawa: Good. I was, ah...worried? Shozo nods, understanding his friend's relative newness to English made him uncertain of the right word sometimes. Shozo: That's the one, but you shouldn't be! I got this! Tonight I got a lot to prove, and I'm gonna do just that. Prove myself. Shinji nods, a smile coming to his face. Shinji Uchikawa: That is good. In that case, Would you like me accompany you to ring for your match? Shozo nods hard. Shozo: Man, nothing would make me happier! I'd be honored to have you in my corner when I show the world just what I can do! The two share another handshake. Shozo: Alright, man, lemme finish getting ready and I'll meet up with you, okay? Shinji nods and gives a respectful bow to his friend which Shozo reciprocates before exiting, leaving Shozo alone again. Shozo: ...a lot to prove... His smiles fades, and his shoulders slump slighlty, like suddenly so much weight was pressing down onto him...he moves to his locker again as we fade away.... |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2014 21:07:07 GMT -6
HAGANE 'DUKE' TOGO vs. NATHAN LAWSON If there was ever a man fueled by his own personal rage, it would most definitely have to be Hagane 'Duke' Togo, the bell had barely even rung before he was charging directly towards Nathan Lawson and going straight for a furious series of chops and kicks. No doubt he was still feeling sore about what happened to his best friend and tag team partner Black Jones during the last E-Pro show and the best way for him to vent out his frustrations was by delivering kicks to the side of Nathan's head. Nathan tried his best to fight back, even getting back up on his feet, and getting some leverage of his own with a few well placed DDTs and clotheslines. Yet he somehow managed to look overwhelmed out there in the ring which was more than enough for Duke to get the advantage back in his corner so that he could resume the emotional beatdown he was laying down upon his opponent. He was clearly sending out a message to the audience as he keeps hammering down on Nathan in a vicious fashion, each blow an indication of all his current emotions. Everything he had in him was all for Black Jones and the vengeance he wanted for the actions which had transpired. Duke finally put an end to the beatdown in the ring when he hit Nathan with an extremely brutal looking Papa Bomb before covering him for the winning pinfall. The audience is left in stunned silence as Duke stands over his broken opponent effectively delivering a clear message to the Lawsons as well as to Gods & Monsters. Winner: DUKE TOGO We cut backstage, and as Payton James is lacing up her boots and starting to prepare herself for the match at hand, she sees a shadow cast over her. When she looks up, she finds that she is no longer alone, but the shadow cast is of two people tonight...Jonathan & Fiona Collins - the fellow members of The Marauders. Jonathan Collins: So...rough start to the group, eh? Payton James: I wasn't expecting to see either one of you here tonight...not that I'm really complaining. Jonathan Collins: We look out for our own, you should know that. We're here to be moral support. Fiona Collins: Besides, this one's a big match. You'd be there for us, right? Payton nods her head as she looks back and forth between her two mentors. Payton James: You wouldn't even need to ask. Jonathan Collins: So that's why we're here. We're fighters, friends, but most importantly? We're family. We'll be front row, we know how big this is. Fiona Collins: Kill it tonight, okay? Sid's no slouch. Payton James: I plan on giving it my all out there, just like I'm sure Sidney is going to do. Jonathan Collins: That's all that matters, really. Payton James: I hope I don't disappoint. Fiona Collins: I really think that should be the last thing on your mind. Be yourself, breathe, and just remember...you got nothing to lose out there. Payton nods her head slowly as she lets the words of advice wash over her before a smile forms on her face. Payton James: I like that, having nothing to lose, just pushes me that much harder. Jonathan Collins: Spoken like a Marauder. Go get 'em. Jonathan smiles and extends his hand to her. Payton accepts the gesture as she places her own hand in his for the handshake as she keeps the smile on her face. Payton James: I'll put on a great show, no matter what. Fiona Collins: Go start a fire, kiddo. Fiona smiles and pats her on the shoulder before the two walk off, leaving Payton to think about their words. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2014 21:04:45 GMT -6
BLACK JONES vs. STEPHEN LAWSON The crowd was stunned when they actually heard "Braveheart" by Lupe Fiasco over the PA System, bringing out one half of Rush Hour, Black Jones! The kid was beaten, bruised, and bandaged up, but the spirit hadn't been extinguished, and it even led Stephen Lawson to clap his hands and lead the crowd in a "THANK YOU BLACK JONES!" chant for him even bothering to show up. After a moment where the crowd applauded and Black took in the cheers, he saluted the crowd and went over to Stephen, who traded handshakes with him as the two started to knuckle up and prepare for battle. Jones clearly wasn't 100% for the match, but gave it a valiant effort, matching up move for move with Lawson in the early minutes of the match. However, as the clock went down, Stephen wasn't just able to wear down Black Jones, but all the nagging little aches and pains from the attack last week on EXPRO On FX caught up to him. Black gave a valiant effort, and even managed to score a near fall out of nowhere when he hit Lawson with a combo of Immortal Technique followed by Poetic Justice, but it wasn't enough. After a superkick that nearly KO'ed Jones, Lawson followed up with the Collapsing Star for the win, one that came as no shock to anyone. As Black got to his feet, he looked horribly frustrated at the events, especially considering all the effort he went to just to be ready for this match, but the crowd was appreciative for the effort, once again starting a "THANK YOU BLACK JONES!" for him. Lawson came over and extended his hand to Black, helping him up. The two embraced and Stephen raised his hand in victory, the crowd cheering even more appreciatively for the athlete's effort and fighting spirit. It was a hard luck loss for Black, but the crowd knew at the end that he was hardly one to be taken lightly. Winner: STEPHEN LAWSON The cameras go from ringside to backstage, right at the (R)evolution Wrestling interviewing area that is fully set up – it being all relatively too quiet, given the fact it is still a few hours prior to show time. The lenses focus front and center, showing the emptiness of the area before a pair of figures come…dancing through onto the scene?
Appearing on each side of the cameras are none other than a pair of newcomers, no taller than six foot and with a build that resembled that of acrobats and dancers rather than professional wrestlers. Smiling on each side, the two of them proceed to exchange an overly complicated handshake that consists of a lot of things with their hands, ending in a pound before they glance at the cameras again. They are the new, hot commodity looking to sweep an international nation…they are Sugata Hotaru and Takuto Shindo: The Galactic Pretty Boys!Takuto: YO~! Konban wa, Revo-chan! I’m Takuto! Sugata: I am Sugata! Nice to…eto…Nice to make meeting of you! Takuto: You mean “nice to meet you.” Shinken ni, Sugata, anata no eigo wa osoroshīdesu. Sugata: Mā, soreha dairiten ga eigo no ressun no tame ni shiharatta koto ga nai watashi no seide wa arimasen. Takuto sighed.Takuto: Yare yare…Watashitachi wa kekkyoku anata no tasuke o hitsuyō to shite iru to omou, Mai-san. It is at this point that with a sigh, another figure walks into the shot, past Sugata and then interjecting herself into the middle of the shot. Strolling into the shot is one Mai Hotaru with a look of frustration across her face. She wears a red corset with a matching pinstripe coat and skirt business attire as she tapped a heel rapidly and gives Takuto a look.Takuto: Erm… Sugata: AND AS MANAGER, MY DEAR SISTA! MAI HOTARU! Sugata extends his arms out, as if to indicate Mai’s presence to the world at large...only to get odd looks from both Takuto and Mai, who wear an odd expression on their faces with their arms crossed. Sugata keeps his arms extended, as if expecting something to happen while his expression slowly goes from overly excited...to damn near sulking as his arms come back down.Takuto: ...OK~! Well, Mai...any words? Mai: Eh...Right. Ladies and gentlemen my name is Mai Hotaru and I am the manager of the Galactic Pretty Boys. These two young studs stand before you looking to take the wrestling world by storm just as they have the idol world. Men, leave your strange combination of envy and jealousy at the door. Women, leave your wet panties also at said door... Mai actually pauses and glances back at Sugata to ask him something.Mai: Anata wa, migi no josei ni mada takasanda? Sugata: Hai. Nani ga anata ga sōdenaito omoi tsukutta nodesu ka, onee-san? Mai slowly and rather dramatically looks up and down the way her little brother is dressed before she decides not to broach the subject here on camera and instead continues on her spiel.Mai: The Galactic Pretty Boys Takuto Shindo and Sugata Hotaru. The wrestling industry’s tag team scene has never seen talent like this before. At all. Takuto: YES~! We sell records across Japan and we now come to the world of puroresu to excite audience and make this world more excite. Sugata: We will dazzle the stage! AND YOUR GALAXY WILL SHINE! Takuto blinks, eyes widening before nodding.Takuto: ...We will dazzle the stage...YO~! WE WILL DAZZLE THE STAGE! Sugata: AND YOUR GALAXY WILL SHINE! The Galactic Pretty Boys look at one another, large smiles on their faces.Takuto: WE WILL DAZZLE THE STAGE! Sugata: AND YOUR GALAXY WILL SHINE! Takuto: WE WILL DAZZLE THE STAGE! Sugata: AND YOUR GALAXY WILL SHINE! After one very long sigh of frustration, Mai reaches off camera and holds up a stick and a lighter. She flicks the end of the stick and it becomes a sparkler.Mai: Go. Galactic Pretty Boys. Go at the speed of light. On that cue, Takuto nods, bringing up a boombox from seemingly nowhere and pressing a button on it as the tunes and grooves of a catchy, pop-esque instrumental begin to fill the backstage area as the two begin to break into a dancing sequence to their first hit single: “Tonight, I’m Loving You Tonight!”The Galactic Pretty Boys:“FOR TONIGHT, I’M LOVING YOU TONIGHT, AISHITERU MINA-SAMA TONIGHT! WATASHI NO KOKORO O TSUKURU MELT, TONIGHT, GINGA BISHOUNEN WITH US, TONIGHT!!!!” ...Finally, the cameras fade to black. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2014 21:04:05 GMT -6
ANASTASIA STARLING & COYOTE vs. DEACON JEREMIAH ROBINSON & KYLAR STARK The next match showcased a team looking to bounce back in Coyote and Anastasia Starling against two more prominent opponents with EXODUS experience in Deacon Jeremiah and Kylar Stark. In the early goings the aggressive Stark looked to exert his will on Coyote, but the strong style specialist was able to hold his ground and implement his own offense through a variety of suplexes. However, Kylar was able to turn the tables after reversing a Coyote Bomb, allowing him to tag in the Deacon who immediately picked up the pieces. The Deacon exhibited the brand of violence taught at Jerry Matthews' school of well violence, as he put the hurt on Coyote, starting off with stomps to keep the masked man grounded, then with a Camel Clutch to humble him. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost Coyote used his large frame to escape, then slapped on the Coyote Suplex to leave Jeremiah reeling. At that point it looked like Coyote had all the momentum in the world - that was until Anastasia tagged herself into the contest, much to the masked man's confusion and chagrin. She assured him she had everything under control - which she didn't! Jeremiah recovered to toss the circus enthusiast around like a ragdoll, and nearly destroyed her with his Holy Trinity. Coyote couldn't watch anymore, and tagged himself in to rescue his partner and keep their hopes alive. He fought valiantly, and the two traded rights and lefts, but a distraction from Stark proved to be the difference. Thanks to that opening Jeremiah was able to take advantage. THE SALVATION BOMB seals the win and the Deacon ends up looking like a very formidable force to the rest of RevPro. Winner: DEACON JEREMIAH ROBINSON & KYLAR STARK Cutting to the backstage area, the cameras, along with EXODUS ace interviewer Tom Matheny are shown wandering the hallway, looking for one of the bright up and comers that (R) Evolution Wrestling has in abundance. Something down the hall catches his attention, but unfortunately it is not one of the (R) Evolution students. Walking down the hall, still dressed in her ring attire from her match is none other than the blonde member of Gods and Monsters, Savannah Taylor. She has a smug looking smile on her face as she is approached by Tom. Tom Matheny: Savannah, I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time. Savannah Taylor: You know? I’m in a good enough mood that I’ll entertain your questions for a minute. Tom Matheny: First of all, what brings you down here to (R) Evolution Wrestling? Savannah Taylor: The answer is simple. My being down here is a form of punishment from Jonathan Collins. All because I put my hands on one of his friends. If that isn’t unjust punishment, then I don’t know WHAT is. Tom Matheny: Speaking of that, why did you attack the legendary Angela Jameson from behind right before her match? Savannah Taylor: Allow me to explain, Herr Matheny. To me, she is another example of what is wrong with this industry and this company. She didn’t get into EXODUS on her own merit. She got in here because she is friends with the Director. That is a problem that needs to stop. Just like these baby sheep down here, they cling to his every word like a Christian clings to their Bible. I am only happy to assist the rest of Gods and Monsters in eradicating this problem. Tom Matheny: Aside from what you told me, why did you choose to target these kids down here? The grin on her face seems to grow as Savannah continues to speak. Savannah Taylor: These students, CHILDREN rather, are a flock without a shepherd. These children are in need of someone to show that the road to stardom is a rough one. You have to be focused and, well, disciplined to make it. I guess you could say I’m here to show them a little discipline. Now, is that all Herr Matheny? Tom Matheny: Umm, no. I guess that about does it. Savannah Taylor: Excellent. Auf Wiedersehen. She says with a little wave as she heads of down the hall and the scene changes to the main portion of the gym. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2014 21:02:30 GMT -6
BONUS EXHIBITION MATCH #2:
DINA BRYCE vs. SAVANNAH TAYLOR For wrestlers performing in any developmental territory, there is one goal. To move up to the main roster, to reach the big leagues. But to do that one has to get noticed, and one of the biggest ways to get noticed is to beat a member of the main roster. And tonight, Dina Bryce had such a chance, as she faced off against not only a main roster member, but a member of Gods & Monsters in Savannah Taylor! And Dina tried her hardest to not let the opportunity pass. From the moment the bell rang, Bryce took it to Savannah, throwing everything she had at her. And at the start it seemed to be working! Dina used her speed well, constantly moving around Savannah and utilizing it to take the G&M member down a few times. And then, as the fans were really getting to their feet at the idea of a member of Gods & Monsters falling to a RevPro wrestler, Savannah caught Bryce as she came off the ropes with a kick to the skull, and the tides changed. Like she felt she had something to prove here, Savannah laid into Bryce with a ferocity that was borderline psychotic, hitting her hard and fast, with Bryce only able to deflect a few of the moves. This changed briefly when, after hitting a moonsault onto Bryce, Savannah was shocked to find herself rolled up by her opponent, but it was only a 2, and that only pushed Savannah's anger, who quickly hit Bryce with the Siren's Song for the victory. While she might have fell short in keeping G&M from getting a win, Dina Bryce can at least take solace that after that performance, she definitely was noticed. Winner: SAVANNAH TAYLOR We cut back to see Aeries Reed at attention of Brando Martial, both cackling amongst themselves over something. Aries Reed: Shiiit man. For a yuppie guy you have a sick sense of humor. Brando Martial: Please, Reed. I'm not a yuppie. Aries Reed: Yeah man. But you're seriously sick. Reed cackles and leans against the wall, cocking his head. Brando nods his head confidently as he stands over his associate. Brando Martial: Well it's good to see your spirits up tonight my man. Hope your mood gets you through the match. Aries Reed: Well if it doesn't, I'm sure a trip out with my boys oughta do things right. Brando Martial: Seeing as you expect me to pay again I'm sure. Brando cocks a suspicious smirk as Aeries Reed slyly rolls his eyes evasively. Aries Reed: You always jump at the chance to pay, so you better not be complaining. He points out at him, as Martial shrugs. Brando Martial: It only seems appropriate. Seeing as I'm the one with the money to burn. Aries Reed: Right. Right. You feeling good about your match? Brando Martial: I'm feeling good about every match I have to look forward to. And I'll feel better with my boys backing me. Aries Reed: Definitely, definitely. The two nod to each other in silent agreement. Brando Martial: So... What do you think of that Devan Whitmore? Reed cocks an eyebrow at his shift. Aries Reed: What about her? Brando Martial: I've asked myself the same thing this past week... And I've even worked with her. Aries Reed: ...Yeah? You have something against her, man? Brando Martial: Certainly not. She's talented, and good on her feet. But I wonder what makes her stick out. Aries Reed: Well I haven't kept my eyes peeled on her yet. Been keeping my eyes forward but not lightyears ahead. Brando Martial: Leave that to me then. Speaking of eyes forward, I have to ready up. Good luck man. Aries Reed: Yeah. You show em up my brother. The two exchange a firm and quick handshake, before breaking off on their ways. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2014 21:01:19 GMT -6
BONUS EXHIBITION MATCH #1:
KADEN TYLER vs. PHILIPPE BERTRAND The crowd is pounding as the competitors step from their corners. Kaden Tyler moves forward assertively to the center as Phillipe Bertrand casually strolls in. The two eye each other for a moment before Kaden thrusts out his hand for a handshake. Bertrand stares at him for a long moment before scoffing at the gesture. This immediately heats up both Tyler and the crowd, but before Phillips can deliver a derisive slap Kaden catches him and lays fast successive blows to the chest. Immediately he reels off into the ropes and goes for the staggered aristocrat, diving into a handspring and throwing Bertrand into the corner with a hurricanrana. The crowd roars as he rounds this into a stinger splash and tries to follow up with a DDT but Phillips desperately catches him in the act. Throwing him to the outside Kaden lands on the apron where Bertrand whips him quick, clean and firm over in a suplex. Bertrand tries to go for a quick pin barely pulling a two count. He drags up The flier, positioning him for a hammerlock but he Tyler spins out and dashes into a leap, trying to hit the Space Invader, but Bertrand avoids, but Tyler lands on the ropes and springboards back into a crossbody trying to land a pin. Getting a narrow two. Bertrand scrambles up, with Kaden already jumping to the top rope. Tyler goes for a flying superman punch but gets denied as Bertrand deadstops him on the ground with a sidestepping French uppercut, dazing the cruiser as he rebounds the ropes into a dropkick. He wastes no time going for a pin, another two count before pulling Tyler up. He again drags Tyler up, pulling him into a hold for the Tiger Suplex. He elevates him, but Kaden struggles in the air and brings it back down before Bertrand pulls him back up in a gutwrench, where Kaden spins out, swinging shoulder to shoulder and planting Bertrand with a DDT; unaware that Phillip guarded his precious face before impact Kaden signals for the finish sequence, circling the ring and playing up the crowd unaware as Phillips rolls to his feet and scrambles behind him and yanking him into a tight schoolboy. The ref counts it 123. The crowd erupts in boos as Bertrand rolls out in a clean getaway. Kaden Tyler looks in shock to the ref, as Phillipe Bertrand laughs his way up the aisle caressing his perfect face. Winner: PHILIPPE BERTRAND The camera cuts from the feed of the ring to a feed backstage, focusing on a table in a back room where EXODUS Owner Nicholas Gray sits. He waves to the camera and the pop from the crowd. Nicholas Gray: Hellllllloooooo (R)Evolution Wrestling fans! I, supreme overlord of all that I survey, have words for you. Bad words in the form of bad news. White Phoenix was to be the man running (R)Evolution Wrestling as it's General Manager, but...for reasons that out of respect I will not divulge in a public place like this, he is stepping away from that position. There is a swell of unhappy booing, Gray nodding along in agreement. Nicholas Gray: I know, I know! I'm just as unhappy about it as you are, Phoenix was perfect for the job, but now I have to try and find a suitable replacement to fill his large shoes. And, because I am a ratings whore, I have decided to document the interview process, taking you all along with me as I try to find that replacement over the next few shows. And I actually have an appointment for my first right now. Gray then picks up a brick from his bag, and throws it at the door to create a sufficient bang to alert whoever is on the other side of the door. Nicholas Gray: ENTER! The door pushes open, revealing EXODUS referee and (R)Evolution senior official Katie Hanneman. There is a surprisingly loud pop for the woman as she goes to sit across from Nicholas. Nicholas Gray: Good evening, Katie, and welcome to week 1 of THE GREAT (R)EVOLUTION GM HUNT! Katie Hanneman: Can you not shout, it's too early for that. Nicholas Gray: I CAN PROBably totally do that, sure. Katie Hanneman: Whee. Nicholas Gray: Okay, starting off, how much experience do you have in this kind of high position of power? Katie Hanneman: Well, in the bedroom I'm usually the one with the whip making the orders. Gray slowly nods. Nicholas Gray: ...okay then. I'm walking into a landmine field here but do you have any references to your capabilities in this position? Katie Hanneman: Of course! We don't immediately see what Katie is doing but it causes a look of complete shock and confusion come over Gray's face. The camera pans over to Katie, showing that she is holding one of her hands up, the hand now covered in a sock puppet. Sock Puppet: Well you see, Katie is the best for this job, cause she's just the best! Got it, jack? Gray stares for a few long moments, Katie (and presumably the sock puppet) smiling at him. Nicholas Gray: ...yep. Yep. Gray places Katie's application sheet and sets out two pens, one on each side of it. One is green, the other is red. Gray picks up the red pen and gets ready to X the shit out of it. Nicholas Gray: Anything else that could potentially help your case? Katie Hanneman: Well...I kicked Chris Marks in the balls SUPER HARD. Gray considers this for a moment and then, with a shrug, drops the red pen and picks up the green one, writing a check mark onto the paper. Nicholas Gray: Good enough for me. I'll be in contact when the next round of the interview process begins. Gray extends a hand to shake hers, only to too late realize that the hand she would have to shake him with has the sock puppet on it. They sit in silence for a moment. Gray retracts his hand. Nicholas Gray: Just go and officiate some matches. Katie Hanneman: You got it! She stands and walks to the door, leaving the room. Gray sits for a spell, letting the events sink into his very soul. Then he reaches into his brick bag and pulls out a hefty bottle of Jack, which he takes a lengthy pull from and then regards the bottle with a look of acceptance. Nicholas Gray: Boy oh boy am I gonna need a lot more of these before this is done. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 14, 2014 21:01:19 GMT -6
1. Magnus Gunner (Last Ranking: 8)
-Magnus Gunner, or as some call him, "Christum Furor", caused a hell of a lot of ruckus this past show. The first glimpse we would get of the EXODUS Pro World champion would be when he, along with his Gods & Monsters associates, would drag in BLACK Jones and decimate the poor (R)Evolution Wrestling superstar. He would also appear later on in the night and even try and convince Sylar Drake, the best friend of BLAKE Jones to join Gods & Monsters, stating that Blake saw Sylar as nothing more than a sidekick. But, when it came time to actual in-ring work, Magnus Gunner would successfully defend his title against BLAKE Jones, who put up a phenomenal performance alongside the World champion. Now, with two weeks away from the iPPV and his third defense, can Magnus Gunner prepare for Andreas Lasiewicz and walk away with the gold still around his waist?
2. Andreas Lasiewicz (Last Ranking: 2)
-Andreas Lasiewicz went ahead and put up yet another impressive performance this week, this time against a man who ECWF folks know as Ashe Draven. The two men would go head-to-head and would try and destroy and maim each other before the match came to a draw. Of course, Cleon Gray would come down there and try to sort things out...and get a Lasiewicz loogie. That wouldn't be all that the Morning Star would do as he would make his presence felt after the main event between Magnus Gunner and Blake Jones, the feed cutting off before we could see what Andreas TRULY had in plan. Two weeks, Andreas gets to cash in that opportunity at the EXODUS Pro World championship that he earned when he won the Honor Cup. Can he bring the World title over to the Sekigun?
3. Blake Jones (Last Ranking: 10)
-Blake Jones is no slouch when it comes to stepping in between those ropes into that ring. And he proved it with an amazing performance against Magnus Gunner for the EXODUS Pro World championship. Unfortunately, the Philly Young Gun would come up just short from walking away with his career goal, but the fight he gave out was like something we had never really seen out of Jones. Now, with his spot in the Cibernetico to determine the next number one contender to the World title locked in, can Jones put on yet another impressive performance? Can he earn yet another shot at the title that just barely escaped him the first time?
4. Lexy Chapel (Last Ranking: 6)
-Ok, did anyone else see Lexy Chapel coming into this company with one of the longest win streaks in company history? No? Well, you better believe it! Lexy Chapel, though she was only able to win via disqualification against Jerry Matthews, continues to keep a nice, solid goose egg underneath her loss column. It seems as if Lexy Chapel is on a roll and she looks forward to taking in that hot streak against her new iPPV opponent, Jerry Matthews. Due to her impressive performances the past few weeks, Lexy will now get to face Matthews for the International title! Can Lexy Chapel complete this hot streak with a victory and an International championship victory?
5. Zack Lifer (Last Ranking: 4)
-It's a slight drop for the former International champion here as he and his odd couple partner Sylar Drake were able to defeat the highly hyped up team of Tiffani Stearns and Wulf Erikssen, known collectively as Jurassic Punk. While Drake managed to do most of the damage, the surprising tag in by Zack Lifer to save Tiffani Stearns from more damage by pinning her for the victory. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, DARRIN? GAWD. *Ahem* Anyway, Zack Lifer now heads into The Downfall of Us All to compete in the Cibernetico in which the winner will get something Zack has wanted for awhile now. A shot at the EXODUS Pro World title. Can Lifer overcome the odds?
6. Short Change Heroes (Last Ranking: 5 for Cannon, N/A for Park)
-The Short Change Heroes are back, y'all! And man, did they make their in-ring tag return look very good. Scheduled to face the Marauders, Jimmy Riley and Fiona Collins, the Short Change Heroes were thrown a bit of a curveball when Jimmy Riley would announce his retirement and would be replaced by (R)Evo student Payton James. The Short Change Heroes would pull off the victory against a very game duo in Fiona and Payton. Now, both Johnny and Abby look towards the Cibernetico where they find themselves staring at each other from different sides of the ring. Can one of the Short Change Heroes pull off the victory and become the new number one contender to the World title?
7. Kira T. Zeppeli (Last Ranking: N/A)
-Let's be honest. As much as you hate Bitey- er, I mean, Kira, you have to admit that he has pulled off some great victories during his time here. Another one of those great victories happened this past show when Kira managed to defeat former EXODUS Pro World champion Adrien Cochrane in impressive fashion. With that victory, the Gray brothers had practically no choice but to make Kira the replacement captain for the other team due to Jimmy Riley's retirement. Can Kira T. Zeppeli pull off yet another one of those impressive victories and earn himself a shot at the EXODUS Pro World championship?
8. Justin Brooks (Last Ranking: N/A)
-He's baaaaack! Big Bad Brooks has returned to our rankings after one real impressive showing against one of the newer talents on this roster in William Darlington. It seems ever since Justin Brooks has rejoined the roster, he has been an unstoppable machine, something he will look to continue to prove at The Downfall of Us All when he takes on his former student and former EXODUS Pro World champion, Adrien Cochrane! Can the Big Bad Brooks show the student how it's done and continue on with his roll or will the Dropkick King get back on the winning track?
9. Jaime Alejandro (Last Ranking: N/A)
-Jaime Alejandro is one of our top veteran performers and he proved just why he is that when he went head-to-head with one of our other veteran performers in Seymour Almasy and was able to pull off a well earned victory. Now, Jaime looks to take that momentum he earned in that match to the Cibernetico he himself will be participating in for a shot at the EXODUS Pro World title. Can the former SHOOT Project superstar get himself a shot at the EXODUS Pro World championship or will someone snatch it from his grasp?
10. Godfathers of Wrestling (Last Ranking: N/A)
-The Godfathers of Wrestling are the FRONTIER Tag Team champions for a reason and they proved just why when they defended their titles against DESTROY ALL HUMANS! this past show successfully. Chandler Scott and Jonathan COllins were able to keep Emi Watanabe and Ryuji Kamigawa at bay as they managed to hold on their titles for just a while longer. We here at EXODUS Pro congratulate the GOW for their impressive performance!
Just Missed The Cut:
-Jerry Matthews
-Wulf Erikssen
-Sylar Drake
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 11, 2014 15:37:12 GMT -6
Alright, so I have to leave for work in about 30 minutes, so I wanted to fill you in.
- All segments are closed. If you didn't send them in, it's too late. I filled them with other things.
- PLEASE NOTE THIS ON SEGMENTS: If you send them in, please don't forget to use the code board tag to place the segments in. This makes life easier on me. Also, if you ask for them on the format board, please actually work on them and send them in. If you take segments for two straight shows and neglect to actually send in segments, I will refuse you segment space in the future. That being said, please send them to the EXODUS Office account. On results day, I'm in that account most of the day and not my regular Collins account. If I don't see it, you were warned. I've been really relaxed on segments, but from now on, I'm going to seriously reconsider how relaxed I am. This message is null and void for the people who are helping me get results taken care of, aka judges and match writers.
The fact is, I will often hold up things for segments, and if you're going to hold me up, I'm just not going to wait forever. On top of that, if people aren't going to do the tiny things we ask for, then don't be surprised when stuff just doesn't make the show.
- We're still waiting on four matches. If you're on skype, message Nick if you're able to help him. If these matches are not in the show by the time I get home from work around 9:30, I am going to apologize in advance if these matches just get summaries and placed into the show.
- Thank you for your patience, the show will be up by hook or crook tonight. No later than 11PM Central.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 11, 2014 9:39:21 GMT -6
No worries, Al. Got your scores, and everything worked out fine.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 10, 2014 17:07:52 GMT -6
Hey guys. We've never had a late show in EXODUS history. Before we talk about RW, let's mention that I'm referring to EXODUS.  Today has been a perfect storm of catastrophe. - Two of our match writers have been incredibly sick today. - My keyboard broke in the middle of writing a match, leading me to have to go run and get a new one already. - Segments are late from some people. The fact is, I would love to plow through today with getting results done, but with the lack of my usual help, one match being put in the hands of someone and only they know what's to be done, and the FRONTIER staff not turning in their scores for the GFC Tag Title match, it's left me in a difficult position other than to postpone results until hopefully tomorrow afternoon/evening. Regardless, I want to apologize. This has never happened in EXODUS history, and I didn't want to be the one responsible for that. Please accept my most sincere apologies. Hopefully by putting results out tomorrow, it will allow us to give you an even better set of results instead of a rush job right before the iPPV. That being said, if you can help write a match or want to turn in a segment, please let me know and turn your segment into the Office account. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 10, 2014 13:02:07 GMT -6
When we come back from commercial, Tom Matheny seems to be standing outside an office, and as the door opens, only one person emerges...and that man is the intimidating Cleon Gray. Tom clears his throat as Cleon gives him a stern look, followed by a smile. Cleon Gray: Speak, friend! It's a good day for EXODUS Pro, isn't it? Tom Matheny: Mr. Gray, the-- Cleon Gray: Please...call me Cleon. Tom Matheny: Mr. Gr--Cleon. Well, there seems to be a dark cloud over EXODUS Pro with the retirement of Jimmy Riley and the whole iPPV in disarray with you null and voiding the San Diego Bay tournament, along with the Cibernetico needing a second captain. Cleon Gray: You mean you haven't heard? I intend on honoring Mr. Zeppeli's request. He will be named the second captain of the Cibernetico. Both he and Mrs. Collins will be meeting with myself, Jonathan Collins, and Nicholas Gray following the show to select the teams. Which, for the record, I don't believe we've announced. The following people have been selected to compete in the Cibernetico: Fiona Collins, Kira T. Zeppeli, Sylar Drake, the loser of tonight's Blake Jones & Christum Furor match, Seymour Almasy, Jaime Alejandro, Angela Jameson, Abby Park, Johnny Cannon, and...against my better wishes, though my brother seems to think it's fair, Zack Lifer. I will also make this known in a crystal clear manner. If Lifer or anyone else refuses to cooperate with their teammates and violates the sacred code of the Cibernetico... Tom Matheny: Are you sure that's a sacred code? Cleon Gray: Have you ever been to Mexico? Matheny shakes his head. Cleon Gray: Would you like to go down there to research? Matheny shakes his head. Cleon Gray: Then it's a sacred code. Now as I was saying. Should anyone violate the sacred code of the Cibernetico, they will be banned from receiving shots at any form of an EXODUS Title for up to one year. They won't even be able to receive a San Diego Bay Title shot. Now...as far as that title goes, I think we've established Lexy Chapel deserves better than that title right now. She'll be facing Jerry Matthews in a rematch, with the International Title on the line. Now that leaves us with no people to compete for the San Diego Bay Title...or so you think. Tiffani Stearns, if you voluntarily hand over that piece of tin to me following tonight's broadcast, I will grant you a chance at the San Diego Bay Title in two weeks against a competitor that has been very convincing that he deserves an opportunity in Nate Soto. Now if you excuse me, I have to take something to one of our talents. Cleon heads back into the office and reemerges a second later with a box, starting to walk off as we cut back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Something about Cleon Gray just doesn't sit right with me. Seth Ericson: Gee, ya think? Dick Morosi: This isn't the time to talk about it though. We have to talk about the fact that it's main event time! Christum Furor is making his V1 Defense of the World Title against Blake Jones! Let's go to the ring, so take it away, Zinkus! EXODUS PRO WORLD TITLE MATCH
CHRISTUM FUROR (EXODUS Pro World Champion) VS. BLAKE JONESDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EXODUS World Championship! WATCH ME LIGHT UP THE SKY!
"Light Up the Sky" by Thousand Foot Krutch starts to play and the crowd erupts as suddenly at the top of the darkened stage in a light up jacket, the Blue Lantern logo lit across the back, all as he stands with his back to the crowd. Hands held high sweat dripping off me
Light it softly, got these fakers trying to stop me
This ain't a hobby it's a way of life
Just like Holyfield and Tyson, gloves on fight night
Boom here comes the hurricane monsoon
Switched up, came to redecorate the room
My ears are ringing from hearing the same sound
So what now all of the walls just came down
I blaze a trail like the rays from taillights
Sound shaking the ground like earthquakes hail might
Someday I'll die but not tonight
Excuse me while I light up the sky!
David Zinkus: Introducing first, the challenger. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania weighing in at one hundred and eighty-eight pounds; this is the Philly Young Gun, BLAKE! JONES! The lights remain dim as Blake starts to walk down, slapping hands with the fans as he keeps the huge grin on his face, proving that he still adores the EXODUS faithful. Tonight, his jacket signifies his status as a Young Gun and the hero of War Games, sliding into the ring as the crowd erupts! Dick Morosi: I’ve never seen Blake more focus. He knows this is his moment. He’s wanted an opportunity like this his entire life, and tonight he gets his chance to become a superstar. Seth Ericson: The company is pulling for the kid, I’ll concede that. It won’t be easy though. He’s gotta wrestle a perfect match, and then some if he’s going to pry the World Title from this man. 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 methodical saunter - leading his arms to dangle loosely, a sort of swagger and sway emphasizing a very self-assured yet calculated competitor. David Zinkus: And his opponent! 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.
Seth Ericson: I’ve never seen Magnus - erm, Furor more unhinged, more dangerous. His actions tonight are proof that he’s lost it. He might try to murder Blake tonight to hold onto that belt.
Dick Morosi: He can try, he won’t succeed. Blake Jones is up to the challenge, I believe in him along with the Seikigun and everyone else that wants to see him put a stop to this G&M menace.
Seth Ericson: We’ll see, Dick. They’re two contrasting styles, with Blake coming right out of Fiona’s school of high-flying action, whereas the champion is brawler in every sense of the word. His style is smash Mouth, hard-hitting, and callous and it’s going to make for an interesting match up.
Dick Morosi: That indeed. Well, there goes the bell, Seth. It’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for. Blake Jones vs Christum Furor for the World Title!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Blake locks eyes with the man who has been a constant thorn in the side of the company he loves, looking for any signs of doubt or shaken confidence. As expected, Furor returns the steely glare, the expression on his countenance is one of complete focus and self-assurance. Slowly, Jones begins to lift his arms, preparing himself for the first grapple of the contest. The Philadelphian lurches forward toward his antagonist, but the World Champion weaves underneath his protruding arms - then turns on his heel before opening his palm and scoring with a harsh, disrespectful slap to the young challenger’s cheekbone. It doesn’t take long for the hatred to course through Blake’s veins, as the Philly Young Gun lets out a grunt of rage and charges straight at Christum. The man formerly known as Magnus Gunner simply intertwines himself between the middle and top rope, shouting “Do Your Job, Brian!”. Blake fumes, and clutches his fists in frustration as senior official Brian Lowery subdues and ushers him away from his nemesis. Amidst boos from the crowd, Furor simply smiles mischievously whilst tapping his temple with his index finger; he had successfully gotten in Jones’ head.
Dick Morosi: Would you look at that, no respect from Christum Furor. He makes me sick, Seth. First he attacked Black Jones tonight, just because the kid looked up to Jon Collins. And now look at him, blatantly disrespecting his opponent.
Seth Ericson: He’s playing mind games in there, Dick. Blake Jones is inexperienced, and this is the biggest match of his career. The champion is taking advantage of that fact.
Dick Morosi: You call it strategy, I call it a total lack of class - but then again no one in Gods & Monsters has any earthly idea what respect and sportsmanship is.
Seth Ericson: When it comes to G&M, I think them being arrogant jackasses is the lesser of many evils.
Lowery allows things to pick back up upon issuing a warning to the champion to cease the extracurriculars (a demand that will definitely not be acknowledged.) Finally, the two superstars lock up with Blake able to get an early advantage as he drives Furor into the turnbuckle before Brian begins his count of five. At four, Blake lets go, but Furor replies with yet another slap that knocks the taste out the challenger’s mouth, and more importantly enrages him even further. With his anger full tilt Blake charges in, but the crafty World Champ circumvents him, simultaneously trapping Jones in the corner before letting loose with a series of stiff lefts and rights. Christum backpedals slightly to appease an agitated Lowery, but he immediately returns to his onslaught, unleashing a barrage of boots until his foe is left slumped into a seated position. However the assault doesn’t cease there; the Michigander presses his boot into the Philadelphian's throat, immediately restricting his air intake. Lowery counts to five, almost calling for the disqualification before Furor relinquishes the blatant choke.
Grappling Blake around the head, Furor lifts his opponent to a vertical base and immediately slaps on a headlock. Despite the lack of air reaching his body, the Philadelphian pushes toward the ropes, causing the champ to bounce off, and launch across the squared circle. Upon his return, Blake greets him with a picture-perfect Dropkick - his boots kiss Furor’s visage and drop him to the mat. Furor gets up quickly, but is soon floored by another textbook Dropkick. The Michigander attempts to reach his feet for a third time, but the damage sustained from the double dose of dropkicks has left him somewhat dizzy and disoriented. As he gathers himself and claws his way to a vertical base Blake dashes toward the nearest ropes. He bounces off said cables and uses the momentum to launch himself into the air, in the general vicinity of his adversary. With his legs outstretched before him, Blake catches Furor around the neck with his ankles. He holds firm, rotating around Christum’s body; the leader of G&M can do little to stop Jones’ momentum and finds himself being wrenched and stretched in a plethora of directions all at once as Blake uses his speed and athleticism to his advantage. Eventually, the challenger flips the madman over in a Hurricanrana and the pair come crashing down to the canvas where Jones maintains his position for the pin.
Dick Morosi: What a flashy move right there. Blake may be the underdog, but he’s got the champion flustered. And here’s the cover Seth!
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
Seth Ericson: Kickout! You didn’t honestly think Furor would be defeated that easily, did you Dick? The guy has inhuman endurance and tenacity. We’ve seen him come back more times than Michael Myers.
Dick Morosi: But we’ve also seen Blake Jones rise to the occasion when it matters most. This kid has all the tools and all the heart. He’ll give it his all tonight.
Indeed Furor would not be done in so soon as he shrugs Jones off his body. Both men look to get to their feet once more, where Blake is the first to do so. This gives him the advantage and a window of opportunity to stick it to the World Champion as he rushes forward with a Clothesline that sends the madman over the ropes and to the outside. The Michigander begins to stir, his eyes flickering as they peel back whilst he desperately tries to regain his bearings. Meanwhile, the challenger points to the turnbuckles, much to the crowd’s excitement. Pandering to the masses, Blake begins scaling the top rope in a true show of showmanship, much like a quintessential daredevil being temerarious enough to attempt the high-risk maneuver he was contemplating. Just as he reaches the second rope, the champion shakes the cobwebs and looks up - and the sight of Jones sneering down at him is more than enough to get Furor to head for dodge. As the Warfield Theater swells with boos in response to Christum’s fleeing, Jones merely drops back down into the ring to come up with another strategy. Furor wipes a wad of sweat from his face, and breathes a sigh of relief as he commences to walk along the perimeter of the ring. Unbeknownst to the leader of the New Age, Jones charges straight at him; the Philly Young Gun dives through the ropes like a heat seeking missile with a Suicide Dive, but it appears the World Champion was merely playing possum and looking for a chance to exploit his challenger’s aggression. Furor does just that as he turns and catches Blake in mid air, then in one fluid motion brings him down with a Sideslam Backbreaker. Both superstars lie on the floor afterward; the deliverer of the counter on his knees, breathing heavily while the recipient lies in a broken and battered heap of his former self.
The patrons are left panting heavily in shock, inhaling the air that was now tense and apprehensive; each breath the audience takes becomes more disquieted, unsure of their beloved challenger’s physical condition and how the damage sustained might affect him as the bout progresses.
Seth Ericson: WHAT A COUNTER! Talk about pulling gold nuggets from your ass, that was brilliant Dick!
DIck Morosi: I don’t believe it! He seems like he saw it coming. He foiled “Jones, Jones and Away” with that sick Backbreaker. That was a very crafty maneuver and now the champion will look to go to work on Blake Jones.
Seth Ericson: Listen, this crowd is sick. The World Champion was apparently two steps ahead of us all and now he’s in a prime position to reap the benefits of his foresight.
Furor staggers to his feet, blowing his black locks from in front of his face as he plods heavily toward his downed foe and proceeds to lift his carcass off the floor. The World Champion turns him upright with a wicked European Uppercut that leaves him staggering in place before he drops down to a knee. Christum steps back a few paces to deride Blake in his state of suffering, as the challenger tries to climb to his feet amidst the effects from the blow to his head that has left his eyes sullen in bewilderment. The Michigander lends him another helping hand as he drags him back to his feet, then opens Jones’ arms and reels back his hand - he strikes him across the chest with a backhand chop that wrenches his foe’s flesh. The underdog’s body shrivels as he winces and yelps in pain, but his discomfort only increases as he receives a clubbing blow to the top of the head in the form of a violent forearm strike. The World Champion slowly wraps his hands around the Philadelphian’s skull before tossing him backward, heaving his five foot-ten inch frame into the guardrail. Jones’ body cracks against the railing - grinding it back a few feet while the cold-blooded sociopath ponders his next line of attack.
The thought process ceases as Christum Furor, the man only comparable to the Lord of the Flies charges forward with a Yakuza Kick. He smashes Blake’s teeth down his throat, and sends spit and sweat flying every which way, much to the shock and chagrin of the crowd. Jones’ head snaps to the side as he collapses due to the pain, and more or less having his bell rung by the vile, malevolent attack. The World Champion’s eyes bulge with antipathy as he surveys the venue, eyeing the teaming masses of humanity whom are filled with dejection as they helplessly watch the madman beat their hero into a pulp. Feeding off of their depression, Furor outstretches his arm in his iconic crucifix pose which is only augmented by the fiendish expression on his mug. His posturing brings the crowd back to life as they target him with immense heat; their boos and jeers do nothing to alter his disposition, as Christum slowly saunters to the ring before rolling back inside the squared hell.
Dick Morosi: Another great display of class from the champion. I hope you can sense the sarcasm, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Hey, if the crowd wants to see Furor get humbled they’d better will Blake to his feet, and he’d better start fighting back.
Edged on by the intimidating champion, Brian Lowery begins counting.
”ONE!”
Blake stirs on the ground, cringing in pain as every fiber in his being screams at him to give up. He can only seeth with a mixture of anger and agony.
”TWO!”
“THREE!”
“FOUR!”
Adrenaline begins to rush through the former San Diego bay Champion as he forces himself up to one knee. Still, he isn’t able to make it to his feet, as he gingerly clutches the swell of his back that is still ailing him from the time Furor countered his dive to take control of the match.
”FIVE!”
“SIX!”
Desperately, Jones crawls along the ringside area toward the ring apron and starts pulling the ring cover to use it as a crutch. Finally, he manages to get to his feet; Blake leans on the apron for a moment whilst looking up at his adversary. Ticked off by his foe’s resiliency, the champion pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. With no warming, he begins to vehemently scream at the Philly Young Gun. “STAY DOWN! STAY DOWN! JUST STAY DOWN, BLAKE!” His outcry provokes another smattering of boos from the audience.
“SEVEN!”
“EIGHT!”
“NINE!”
The fan favorite climbs under the bottom rope and slithers into the ring, crawling for a moment as he tries to get up. Furor immediately puts the pressure on him, showing his foe absolutely no remorse as he lifts him up into a cravate before blasting him in the face several times with brutal knee strikes. The final blow from the savage chain leaves Blake rocking back and forth upon release, his eyes appearing glazed over as he stares blankly at his opponent in a total abyss of mind. Sensing victory, Christum doubles his adversary over with a toe kick, then proceeds to lift him onto his shoulders in a Canadian Backrack. The champion prepares to deliver his Hammer of Dawn finisher, but before he can cinch in the Gory Special Blake weasels out of it and lands on his feet behind the Devil of Detroit. Thinking quickly, the ultimate underdog reaches back over his shoulder to take a hold of Furor’s head. He then falls on his back to bring him down with a Neckbreaker. Jones’ counter revitalizes both he and the audience, building up the hope of everyone packing the Warfield Theatre as he slowly climbs back to a vertical base. Having gotten a second wind, the Philadelphian makes a sudden beeline for the ropes. He leaps onto the second cable, then springboards backward to crash across the champion’s dormant body. He splashes down on Furor’s chest with his entire one hundred and eighty-eight pound frame, then immediately hooks his legs following the Springboard Moonsault - hoping against hope that he has ended the reign of Christum Furor and put a premature end to the villain's New Age.
Dick Morosi: Lionsault! Blake Jones dug deep for that one, even countering the champion’s finishing maneuver to turn the tables.
Seth Ericson: I thought the fady lady was about to take the stage. If anything, the kid has guts. I don’t know what’s keeping him going, but he just keeps coming back after everything that’s been dished out to him.
Dick Morosi: That’s because he’s fighting for this company and everything he believes in. He said he would beat Christum Furor, Seth. Well, he’s three seconds away from doing so!
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
Furor squirms a shoulder up, saving his pristine possession for the time being, Blake leans back on his knees in slight frustration as his foe is left staring at the rafters. Slowly, Christum rolls away from his assailant, who gets up with newly found confidence along with a few plans to maximize his offensive positioning. Blake grabs the back of Furor’s singlet and pulls him up, then wraps his arm around the champion’s abdominal region to apply a waistlock. Perhaps having a German Suplex on his mind, Blake tries to pull back, but his resilient foe plants his feet into the canvas to avoid being lifted. Out of desperation, the diabolic Detroiter throws his head back, striking Jones in the face and allowing himself a chance to grab one of his co-workers arms. Christum spins out of the rear waistlock, still holding an arm, then turns Jones toward the corner - he then pulls back to propel his target toward the turnbuckles, and Blake runs in that direction and cannot halt his momentum in time as he crashes into the pads. Upon impinging the said ring structure with his sternum, Jones exhales due to the impact, stumbling back a bit while the man pretending to be EXODUS’ version of Noah lurks behind him. Turning his back, Furor raises his arms then hooks them through those of his opponent; he lunges forward afterward, Blake being carried over and pinned down to the mat courtesy of a Backslide as Brian Lowery drops into position to count.
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
Blake throws his whole body up, escaping the pinning hold as he rolls back and scrambles to his feet. As Furor climbs up to one knee, Blake springs into action, leveling the champion with a lightning-fast kick to the temple. G&M’s leader remains upright, yet his foundation is rocked to its very core as he stares forward with vacant, weary eyes. It is at that moment that the challenger throws his arms up repeatedly to rile up the crowd. Feeding off their energy, he steps back a few feet, Christum remaining in a seated position as he’s too punch-drunk to move. Beneath the sweat filled mask is a look of pure confidence and wholehearted self belief as Jones charges forward. Merely inches away from his foe, the Philly Young Gun throws a knee up, smashing it right into the World champ’s face and knocking him flat on his back.
Seth Ericson: SHINING WIZARD! That was brutal!
Dick Morosi: Hell yeah! All of Furor’s ”absolute intellect could be oozing out of his ears any second now, Seth.
As the approval of the crowd is audible and boisterous, Blake steps back and bends over to grab Furor’s legs. Jones pulls him away from the ropes, then flips forward, pulling the hated Michigander’s legs back to execute a Jackknife pin. Lowery approaches and drops down to begin the count.
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
The crowd’s cheering turns to silence and sighs as the champ somehow manages to power out of the pinning predicament. Jones groggily rolls away from his adversary, and slowly picks himself up by the ropes one-by-one, looking out to the crowd as he scours his brain for a possible way to finally put an end to the match. Meanwhile, Furor crawls into the nearest corner, the cold-blooded eyes of the company’s most notorious superstar stare beyond the squared circle as blood forms a small stream down his lips. With the logic of only a battered and concussed man, he struggles to lift himself to his feet, and gives Jones his back. As Blake pounces on him, Christum turns into the turnbuckle pads to not only guard himself, but try and muster up a comeback if at all possible. Blake stands in the middle of the ring, glaring straight at him whilst patrolling the path Furor took. He joins him in the corner and lights him up with three stiff chops, followed by three even stiffer soccer style kicks to the same area - seizing control by rising over his antagonist and standing on the second rope. At a stance, he plans to beat the self-proclaimed God of EXOUDUS into submission. At full extension, Blake stretches high over him, but this gives Christum the breakthrough he was searching for as he drives an elbow into the Philadelphian’s vulnerable solarplexus, stalling the challenger. Furor spears another elbow into Jones’ breadbasket which causes his frame to wilt upon his pedestal, his confidence seemingly dwindling with every well placed strike. Furor straightens up his figure and ducks out from underneath his opponent, then maneuvers the Philly Young Gun to face toward the ring. Upon doing so, the champion subdues his foe with a vicious haymaker to the temple, seating him on the turnbuckle and more importantly, giving him enough time to step out onto the apron.
Once he regains his footing, Furor inhales deeply, leaning on the ring cables as he stretches his arms out in his iconic crucifix and turns towards Jones. The Michigander closes in on his opponent, assaulting him from behind by lowering his shoulder to the level of his foe’s posterior, then reaches over his own head to grab ahold of the Philadelphian and pull him forward. Jones is coerced onto the champion’s shoulders, his weight being taken from the turnbuckle pad onto the creaking and wobbling legs of the Detroiter, unsure if he can hold up the carcass aloft for such a brief period of time. As he stands on the apron facing the anticipating audience, with Blake captured in an Argentine Backrack, Furor glances at the aforementioned patrons. A small, vexatious grin rises up through the fatigue and sweat upon him rolling to his left, closest to Blake’s head, heaving the Cruiserweight up and over before planting him head and neck first onto the unforgiving apron. Jones unceremoniously ragdolls off the covered wood and flops lifelessly to the arena floor. Christum Furor lies motionless and sprawled on the apron itself, having protected himself by gripping the ropes upon contact.
Dick Morosi: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! BURNING HAMMER ON THE APRON! BURNING HAMMER!
Seth Ericson: IT’S OVER, HE JUST KILLED BLAKE JONES! ENJOY THE WHEELCHAIR, KID!
Dick Morosi: I still can’t wrap my head around what just transpired. I don’t know if it’s over Seth, hell I don’t even know how Blake can come back from such a maneuver. One thing I do know is that was one hell of a way to score some retribution.
Seth Ericson: I think I broke my neck just looking at it!
Furor collapses onto his back from the physical exertion, fatigue beginning to take over his body as the remnants of his adrenaline rush begin to subside. While Blake lies in a heap Christum looks up at the ceiling lights, which are the only thing stopping him from slumping into an unconscious state. The shooting pain of his own fall sweeps through his frame, leaving the champion in a temporary state of paralysis. A few feet away, Blake is on his back, clutching his head after the pain from the Inverted Death Valley Driver he just absorbed. As the “Holy Shit” chants fill the venue the champion finally begins to stir. Slipping off the apron, he steps onto the floor, breathing heavy drawn out breaths as he begins marching toward the commentary table. He shoots a glare at the announce team, one which sends Ericson and Morosi in retreat. The Michigander lifts the cover of the table, tossing it aside leaving the table baron and naked. He plods towards Blake, and lifts him to his feet before dragging him to the table and tossing him onto it. ‘Christ Madness’ climbs on top of the piece of furniture himself, slowly leaning over to grab the prone Philadelphian by the head. Blake presses off the table with open palms, and with aid from his adversary, slowly rocking back onto his knees as his face looks completely defeated. The fatigue covered visage is visible to the entire world, until Blake falls forward into the champion’s lap, ostensibly ready to be put away for good. Furor would gladly be his chauffeur, preparing to take him on a pain filled ride straight to oblivion as he lifts the Philly native to a vertical base. The winds of change gust through the arena, breathing life and fire into Jones’ once extinguished soul as he suddenly breaks free from Christum’s clutches and quickly leaps into the air. Following a lightning-quick front facelock, the challenger brings his foe down face first onto the table to a bedlam of cheers.
Despite the DDT, and the force behind it the table remains intact. Blake rolls off of it and stumbles to his feet as chants of “LET’S GO BLAKE” fill the arena to an almost unanimous mantra. He wipes severe perspiration from his face before turning back to his foe, rolling the inert champion onto his spine before raining down right hand-after-right hand across his foe’s mug, all in an effort to keep him at bay, and unconscious long enough to put the nail in the coffin. The audience is completely ecstatic as Blake finishes his fury filled onslaught; slowly, persevering through the pain and exhaustion, Jones marches back to the ring. He climbs onto the apron, then begins to ascend the turnbuckle one-after-one, until his feet make contact with the top rope - the cable bends beneath the near two hundred pound Philadelphian, and he struggles to maintain his balance as his knees buckle from holding up his frame. Eventually, he’s able to straighten up, and more importantly, say a Hail Mary as he prepares to go for it all, proverbially and literally. The audience is screaming, and chirping, indicating that they are about to see something spectacular. The rope shoves back, and the flexibility of the cables fling the aerialist toward his nemesis as he soars through the air before -
*CRASH*
landing on top of Furor - the weight of the two causing the table to give way as it smashes with different parts of it being scattered across the ringside area.
Dick Morosi: MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT RIGHT THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!
Seth Ericson: *BLEEP*! DICK… DICK… OH MY GOD!
Dick Morosi: What a move, what a risk. This is Blake’s opportunity to bring his career full circle, and gain a huge victory for the Seikigun. He has thrown caution to the wind, thrown everything in his arsenal. He’s-
Seth Ericson: One sick bastard, but I’ll give the kid his due. That was amazing. I’m still shocked.
As Blake rolls off of his opponent the two lay side-to-side, Lowery already beginning his count.
”ONE!”
The combatants remain quiescent and motionless, simply staying where they are to try and recover.
”TWO”
Jones begins stirring while all Furor can do is lie in his current state of agony and mutter obscenities.
”THREE!”
The Philly Young Gun gets to one knee, looking over at his prone foe. The challenger then continues to try and push himself to a vertical base, finding it difficult as his lingering injuries begin to become more bothersome.
”FOUR!”
The World Champion is finally showing signs of life, wriggling around on the cold floor while his adversary manages to stand and begins to turn toward him.
”FIVE!”
The ultimate underdog bends down and grabs the World Champion by his sweat filled black locks, then pulls him to a sitting position.
”SIX!”
At Jones’ mercy, Christum is pulled to his feet and led toward the ring by his nemesis.
”SEVEN!”
“EIGHT!”
Blake throws his foe into the ring, then slides into the squared battlefield himself. Furor is covered with a hooked leg once more by his tenacious opponent, and the spectators enthusiastically chant along in tune with the cadence of Lowery’s count.
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
Driven by hatred and instinct alone, the World Champion throws a shoulder up. The crowd is immediately left crestfallen as Blake simply rolls onto his back with eyes wide open in disbelief. As the two lie on the mat a sudden flash hits Jones’ eyes. He finds himself a prisoner of the moment, as the crowd is on its feet, cheering for both men - withdrawing their hatred for the champion due to the sheer awesomeness of the match itself.
”LETS-GO-BLAKE!”
“LETS-GO-FUROR!”
”LET-GO-BLAKE!”
“LETS-GO-FUROR!”
Dick Morosi: This crowd is conflicted. There’s chants for both competitors. The spirit of competition has split this usually one sided audience down the middle. This is an incredible Main Event, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Sometimes we forget how incredible it is to watch these guys do what they do when we’re calling their matches, but right now my fandom has just been renewed. Blake Jones and Christum Furor have torn down the house, Dick. Twenty minutes of high octane, Match of the Year quality warfare.
Dick Morosi: Now it’s time to see who wants it more, who can dig deep and find that extra fight in them to walk away from this match with all the spoils.
Seth Ericson: And...here...we...go!
Both men are now at kneeling positions, although Blake is quicker to complete his recuperation as he slowly drags himself up into a standing position, albeit sluggishly due to the immense discomfort he’s suffering from. Furor is on all fours, struggling to get up to his feet as the oxygen fails to reach his lungs. He’s almost wheezing, as each breath feels as if a cheese grater is being taken to his lungs, scraping away at the tissues in the organ with each and every breath. The two battered souls finally come eye to eye upon Christum reaching his twos; edged on by the crowd, the physically impaired competitors go at it with fists, commencing a slobber-knocker as they exchange rapid lefts and rights in an overall battle for superiority. Fueled by the crowd’s adoration, Blake tips the fight into his favor, lighting the champion up with a combination of rights-lefts-elbows- then some more rights-lefts- and elbows for good measure. The benumbing blows to the cranium leave Furor out on his legs, prompting Blake to wind up for a final, debilitating shot. He steps forward and vigorously swings his arm through the electric atmosphere, looking to take Christum’s head clean off his shoulders.
Furor avoids the guillotine like Clothesline, then reaches back and pulls Jones’ head over his shoulder with an Inverted Facelock. After a brief moment, he releases him, then spins inward with a Discus Elbow that lands flush right in the back of the Philadelphian’s head. As the impact of the Brain Aneurysm reverberates throughout the venue, Blake Jones appears to be out on his feet, as he doubles over in response to having his head smashed in. The World Champion stumbles back into the ropes, then charges forward to further dish out damage to his foe’s skull. He crushes said cranium with a stomp, and Blake’s body suddenly whiplashes back; the Philly Young Gun is unsteady on his feet, eyes nearly closed shut as his antagonist winds up again with another Discus Elbow. However he misses, as Jones regathers his bearings just in time to circumvent the Coup De Mort. Pivoting on his heels, the flustered champion comes back with a Clothesline, looking to catch his challenger off guard and floor him. Jones counters once again, ducking the maneuver before taking his opponent down with a Sitout Sideslam. Already holding Furor’s arm, the War Games winner quickly slaps on an inverted facelock, then bends the captured arm upwards whilst sliding his arm through the hole created by the champ’s bent wrist to apply one of the most recognizable submissions in EXODUS Wrestling - the very move that was passed down to him by the Director himself.
Dick Morosi: ECHO- 16! ECHO -16! It’s locked in perfectly, and Furor is panicking. Will he tap out here, Seth?
Seth Ericson: Christum Furor is in a terrible situation here. He can’t possibly hold on.
Dick Morosi: And what a fitting end it would be to see this psychopath tap out to the move made famous by the man whose company he’s trying to destroy.
Seth Ericson: It’d be poetic justice indeed, Dick!
The ECHO- 16 is cinched in, and Blake pulls with tremendous might, his intensity induced by his sheer desperation to put the nefarious champion away. Furor refuses to succumb to the pressure, the crowd continues to cheer on as they anticipate that a title change is imminent. However, Christum begins crawling toward the ropes, prompting Jones to crank the hold even further; the pain being inflicted is utterly excruciating, yet Christum is forced to bare it. The afflicted champion stretches his leg out, his boot mere inches away from the ring cables. He gives one last, final push, sliding his frame across the canvas which allows him to make up the difference as he hangs his foot along the bottom rope to feverish disapproval. Blake releases the hold and rolls onto his stomach, balling his fists and slamming them into the canvas in frustration as he is completely enraged by his foe’s tenacity. Jones sluggishly pulls himself up to a stand, meanwhile Furor attempts to do so as well, using the aid of the ropes. The Philly Young Gun stumbles up to the Michigander from behind, wrapping his arms around the waistline of the champion, and forcing him back to his feet. Furor fires a couple back elbows blindly, one of them connects and sends Jones staggering back. The groggy champion steps forward, doubles his foe over with a toe kick, then tries to lift Jones up for the Hammer of Dawn once again.
Knowing what the brawler’s intentions are, Blake squirms out of Furor’s grasp and ends up slipping out of the hold he was in, landing on the mat right behind the champ. Exploiting the momentum of his daring escape, Jones leaps over the ropes and swings down onto the apron, then leaps back up as Furor turns and charges at him. He cracks him in the side of the head with an Enziguri, sending his foe backpedaling in a stupor. With haste, the challenger leaps onto the ropes, then uses them to springboard across the ring. The punch-drunk Furor has no chance to stop what’s coming - as he’s drilled with a devastating Double Knee Facebreaker. G&M’s fearless leader bounces away from the point of impact, then flops to the canvas amidst a unanimous cheer from the crowd.
Dick Morosi: JONES EQUATION! JONES EQUATION! IT’S OVER! GET OVER THERE KID AND REALIZE YOUR DREAM!
Seth Ericson: I- I- I can’t believe it, Dick. He’s really going to pull it off.
The fatigued challenger begins crawling toward his sprawling foe, sweating profusely, leaving a puddle on each spot of the canvas he slithers across. Blake doesn’t even bother to hook Furor’s legs, as he’s too beaten, and too debilitated to do so. He simply collapses across the inert champ’s chest, resting on him as Brian Lowery begins his count.
”ONNNNNNNNEEEEEE!”
“TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Almost in defiance, Christum Furor musters enough might to roll his shoulder over, the crowd immediately rising to its feet in shock and awe. Blake rolls onto his back, eyes staring at the ceiling lights, his facial expression a menagerie of frustration and disbelief. The crowd groans once more, seeing as their hero has been thwarted for the umpteempth time in the match. Jones’ extra energy leaves just as quickly as it came, and he stares at the canvas, trying to work the cogs in his brain into overtime. Pounding the mat to get a rhythm going, the fans in the arena follow: clapping their hands or slapping their thighs or stomping their feet, trying to will the Philly Young Gun to the biggest victory of his adolescent career.
Dick Morosi: Christum Furor won’t stay down. I thought for sure we were about to coronate a new king of EXODUS, but it was not to be.
Seth Ericson: But listen to the crowd. These fans want it. The Equalizer is going to end the New Age and catapult Blake Jones into the stratosphere!
Blake mouths to himself, “This is it”, before clutching the ring ropes and pulling himself to a vertical base. The challenger slowly makes his way to the ropes, exiting the ring and stepping onto the apron before lethargically ascending the top rope. With each step he hisses through gritted teeth and a tightened jaw, as every movement is dealt with tremendous agony. Jones shakes his head, battling through the pain, overcoming the battle of attrition as he ascends further before finally perching himself on the top rope. Furor still looks like he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Reassured by this, Jones motions to the crowd, and the arena becomes a perfect pandemonium of noise as everyone in the stands looks on with excitement. Following a deep breath, Blake leaps through the atmosphere, and completes the Shooting Star Press, plummeting down like a falling meteor to crash land on - the canvas. Christum rolls out of the way just in time, causing the challenger to pancake on the mat with a violent thud.
Seth Ericson: HE MISSED!
Furor gets to one knee, then pushes himself to a vertical base and stumbles into the corner. With Jones stirring in the center of the ring, the psychopathic champion pulls down his straps, firing himself up as his eyes light up with malevolence and rancor. Holding his midsection, Blake staggers to his feet, finally getting up with one last bit of strength and turns toward Furor. The madman has already moved in on him, and quickly hoists him up onto his shoulders before locking him in the Gory Special. After a brief moment he flips him forward, and drops down to the canvas to drive him head first into the mat with a Reverse Piledriver.
Dick Morosi: HAMMER OF DAWN!
Jones hits the mat with a thud, all breath exiting his lungs. Christum Furor simply lies in the position he is in, only having to wait a moment for the referee to begin counting. Senior official Brian Lowery slides into position, and the crowd collectively count with him.
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
Furor releases Jones, then falls back to land lifelessly on the mat. He lies on the canvas in delirium, too weary to crack his villainous smile at the moment, the Michigander gathers his thoughts as they slowly come together, the ringing of the bell merely another bit of racket in the background that he hears muffled out by the boos currently exhibited by the EXODUS faithful.
David Zinkus: Here is your winner, and STILL EXODUS WORLD CHAMPION… CHRISTUM! FURORRRRRRR!
“The Quiet Place” by In Flames hits the PA system, bringing some more reality to the moment for the victor. Before he knows it, Furor sees Lowery standing over him, world title belt in one hand, the other outstretched as an offer to help him up. The leader of Gods & Monsters grabs the official’s hand, being raised to his wobbly feet. The wicked smirk finally manifests on his visage as Lowery hands him his championship, and hoists his arm into the air.
WINNER (and STILL EXODUS Pro World Champion): CHRISTUM FUROR
Dick Morosi: AND HE PULLS IT OFF! After the fight Blake Jones gave him, I'm not quite sure how he did it, but Christum Furor lives to survive another day!
Seth Ericson: Blake was on another level tonight! It's the best I've ever seen him do, but it wasn't good enough to take out Christum Furor tonight.
Dick Morosi: In two weeks, Andreas Lasiewicz attempts to make that happen! We'll see what's in store when we meet you back at the RIMAC Arena in San Diego for The Downfall of Us All in two weeks! Goodnight, everybody!
The lights suddenly go out.
Seth Ericson: What the…?
Dick Morosi: Well, I was just about to say goodbye. We only have a minute or two of airtime left, but the lights have gone out. Everything on our monitors are working fine though. Can’t be a power cut.
Seth Ericson: Then what is it?
The lights come back on as suddenly as they went off. The crowd leap to their feet, going absolutely wild at what they see.
Dick Morosi: Oh… my… God
Seth Ericson: What the? What does he want? He shouldn’t even be here!
Christum Furor pauses slightly from the crowd reaction, still holding the World Title above his head. He lowers the belt, staring into the reflection within at, seeing what is lying in wait behind him. He looks around his person, realising there are none of his Gods & Monsters associates around him. He is very much alone.
Dick Morosi: You are all alone now, Christum!
Seth Ericson: This isn’t fair.
Christum reluctantly and very slowly turns to see who has appeared behind. And right there, with the crowd cheering him on, is a figure clutching a baton in his left hand, his face and torso covered in the dried blood of the battle he took part in earlier in the night.
Dick Morosi: Andreas Lasiewicz is here! He is back in the Warfield! And he has come for Christum Furor!
Seth Ericson: He should be in the hospital right now! I mean, I thought he was in the hospital. I heard he got taken away.
Dick Morosi: A ruse, maybe? Who knows? Now after all those attacks that Furor lead upon him over the past six weeks, he is now very much alone with the man who will take him on, one on one in a fortnights time.
Lasiewicz merely glares at Furor, his body quivering with rage. Furor is exhausted from his match, but glares right back at him.
Seth Ericson: Listen to these fans, Dick!
Dick Morosi: They have been waiting for this moment! They have been waiting for someone to stop the tyranny of Gods & Monsters. Could that man be the one who has refused to stand with the Seikigun in this battle? Could it be the man who is walking out alone?
Seth Ericson: I don’t know, Dick. But if Lasiewicz is anything like he was earlier on in the night, the ‘Downfall of Us All’ might not be Gods & Monsters holding the World title… It could be The Morning Star beginning his reign!
The stare down has reached fever pitch, the crowd screaming for Andreas to make his move. Lasiewicz simply draws the baton across his throat whilst mouthing the words “The World Has Come To Take You…” And just like that, Lasiewicz leaps into the air as flash bulbs go off around the arena, baton swinging downwards onto the dazed and confused Christum Furor…
Dick Morosi: Oh… My… God…
But before he can make contact, the feed suddenly cuts out as the show ends…
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