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We come back from commercial, and “Rocket Dive” by hide starts up, Nicholas Gray bursting out from the back with Jonathan Collins. The two of them wave to the crowd, each of them shaking a few hands before stepping into the ring. With that, Collins shakes hands with David Zinkus before taking the microphone from him and high fiving Nicholas Gray before speaking, who got a microphone from a crew member.

Jonathan Collins: So...how about this show, right?

The crowd cheers, and Jon grins, nodding at the fans.

Jonathan Collins: So. Nicholas and I promised you all we would change the industry tonight. We said to you that we would give you in EXODUS things you’ve never had before, and that’s why we’re here. San Diego, we love you, but...we’re heading on the road for the rest of the cycle.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction, Section B audibly chanting “PLEASE STAY HERE!” at Gray and Collins.

Nicholas Gray: Sorry guys, they offered us SO MUCH MONEY!

Someone from Section B throws a $20 bill at Gray.

Jonathan Collins: I think there’s a Kickstarter now, Nick.

Unsurprisingly, the fans start chanting “KICK-START-ER!” at the duo.

Jonathan Collins: So, well, San Francisco...in two weeks, we’re gonna be inside of you! And two weeks after that, and two weeks after that for The Downfall of Us All!

The crowd starts to buzz, and that’s when Jonathan grins, looking at Nick.

Jonathan Collins: That’s clearly not changing the industry. What WILL, however, is what we’re doing to declare our next number one contender. You’ve heard rumors of this match, but we’re bringing it to you for the first time, LIVE ON I PAY PER VIEW! Ladies and gentlemen, in six weeks, we’re delivering...THE BRIGHTEST DAY CIBERNETICO! We know times are dark, we know how difficult it can be, but this is a warning to YOU, Christum Furor...if you survive Andreas Lasiewicz, your next opponent will be battle tested and ready for you. Ten of EXODUS’ finest wrestlers will go through hell in a torneo cibernetico to declare the next number one contender! And you can get even more details in a Newswire to be published tomorrow morning!

Nicholas Gray: Man, I hope you people know what torneo cibernetico even means.

Jonathan Collins: That’s what the Newswire is for, Nick. We’re gonna explain it to them.

Nicholas Gray: Good to see we’re using the newswire to teach the youths Spanish.

From somewhere in the crowd, someone screams out about “RULE ONE!” and neither man in the ring is amused.

Jonathan Collins: ...they have a point, Nick.

Nicholas Gray: Sucks to be them, we’re going to Mexico before the year is out. SO CHOOSE WHAT’S MORE IMPORTANT, RULE ONE, OR SEEING EXODUS!

There is silence.

Nicholas Gray: That’s what I thought.

Jonathan Collins: Say...don’t you have family in Mexico?

Nicholas Gray: Nope. Now shut up and talk Cibernetico.

Jonathan Collins: It’s simple. It’s an innovative ten man elimination. Two teams must tag in and out in an order selected by their team’s captain. It all goes on and on until one person remains, and that person shall be our number one contender! I’ll go into more detail, but for now, it’s time to give you guys a huge main eve--

Jonathan is cut off by the sounds of “One for the Money” by Escape the Fate, bringing out none other than his future wife! The San Diego Bay and HEC Womens Champion comes out in her new “STARDUST” shirt, slowly making her way to the ring, both titles in her possession as she steps into the ring, climbing the corner to hold both belts up and get a healthy reaction. Greeted by Jonathan with a smile, he leans over and kisses her cheek, offering her his microphone.

Fiona Rourke: Bet you weren’t expecting me out here right now, didja?

Nicholas Gray: It’s wrestling, this kind of thing happens pretty much nightly. You get used to it.

Fiona Rourke: Good point. Anyways, I do have a reason to be out here, even though I know I have a match any second now but, something’s been weighing on me for a couple weeks now and I think it’s time I get it off my chest.

Nicholas Gray: What an awkward time to announce you’re getting breast reduction surgery

Jonathan Collins: Dude, let her talk.

Nicholas Gray: I can’t stop myself from hopping into pauses.

Fiona rolls her eyes and shakes her head, laughing before she continues on.

Fiona Rourke: Yeah, that won’t be happening anytime soon. You know, Rourke Genetics. But, that’s beside the point. You both know I’ve done nothing since coming here but fight. I’ve fought against every opponent that I’ve faced in this ring and more and more lately, I’ve fought harder than I ever have before in my career. And I understand that this is Andreas’ time and I don’t want to take away from that…..

She trails off, taking a deep breath, before meeting both men’s eyes.

Fiona Rourke: I have history with Gunner. You both know that and that history involves me beating him on more than one occasion, this time not excluded. That’s why I’m asking….no…..begging you to put me into the Cibernetico.

Gray scratches the back of his head, looking at Fiona with some sympathy.

Nicholas Gray: Fiona...while I think you deserve to be in it, for sure, you know you have to earn your way into it. You can’t just get into it without doing something for it.

Fiona Rourke: I understand that and I know it’s not easy to justify giving me the shot right this moment against Gunner but, I need this. That’s why I want to be in the Cibernetico. I want to get into the ring and prove that I can make it back to the top again and I want to end Gunner once and for all. For good.

Fiona Rourke: I don’t want it handed to me, that’s not what this is about and I’ve come to a hard decision about this.

She pauses, another heavy sigh coming from her, as she waits and lets the crowd look interested in her answer. Finally, she lifts the mic back to her lips.

Fiona Rourke: I know I earned the SDB title fair and square…..but if it means giving it up just so I can have that one last shot at reaching the top of the mountain? Then that’s what I’m going to do.

Jonathan Collins: Fi...are you sure you want to do that?

Nicholas Gray: ...Eh, okay, why not. Gimme.

Fiona gives Jon a warm smile, nodding her head at his question, before she steps forward and hands Nicholas the SDB title that she had been holding draped over her shoulder.

Gray takes the belt, pats it twice, and nods.

Nicholas Gray: In that case…ANNOUNCING THE FIRST OF TWO CAPTAINS OF THE BRIGHTEST DAY CIBERNETICO….FIONA ROURKE!

“One for the Money” starts again, and as Fiona pumps her fist and celebrates, the two executives for EXODUS leave the ring, allowing the main event to move on.

Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke has been the first person named to the Brightest Day Cibernetico, but at what cost?

Seth Ericson: She may have given up that San Diego Bay Title, but she's still a Triple Crown winner. Now she's got one challenge left...one of the few people in this company that's ever truly put her down.

MAIN EVENT
HEATHER HALLIWELL vs. FIONA ROURKE (HEC Women's Champion)

As Fiona starts to stretch and prepare, the lights dim, and a familiar song plays.



As soon as the drums hit for Metallica's cover of "Turn the Page" by Metallica, standing at the entrance is Heather Halliwell, getting a huge ovation for her final match! Not in any of her old "Queen" gear, but the gear from her time as the "Pretty Lil' Texan," Halliwell looks out at the ring, nodding at her opponent.



As the chorus starts, Heather starts to slowly make her way down the aisle, looking more and more determined and almost saddened.

David Zinkus: And her opponent! SHE IS FROM THE LONE STAR STATE OF TEXAS! SHE IS A FORMER EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION! SHE IS A FORMER EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! SHE IS THE PRETTY LITTLE TEXAN....HEATHER HALLLLLLLLLIWELLLLLLLL!



The former EXODUS Pro World Champion steps into the ring and immediately gets showered by Texas flag colored streamers, all coming from Section B and others from other parts of the arena. She immediately goes to hit her "Tebow" pose, the crowd still throwing the streamers and Fiona leading the audience in a "HALL-I-WELL!" chant, leading tears to stream down the face of the former champion. She gets up and slowly starts to remove her ring jacket to get to her corner, knowing what's next.

Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell has been with EXODUS Pro since its first iPPV, March of War. Now, here on FX, we say goodbye to one of EXODUS' finest competitors.

Seth Ericson: No Heather, don't leave! STAY WITH US!

As the bell chimes thrice the two former world champions shake hands in a display of sportsmanship and respect before circling around the squared well. They never take their eyes off one another as a plethora of things run through their minds. For Fiona, this is about finally exacting a measure of competitive revenge against the woman that ended her historic World Title reign; for Heather, this was the coup de gras, her last hurrah and the chance to go out in a blaze of glory by defeating the Stardust Seraph again.

Dick Morosi: These two gals are so locked in, so focused. This is one of the most anticipated rematches in EXODUS history, and it's even matched the intensity and importance of their first encounter.

Seth Ericson: I don't know who to give the edge to here. This is a benchmark for Fiona, and quite possibly the biggest match in Heather's career. This is her send off, so you've gotta believe she'll be giving it everything's she's got and more.

Both competitors cautiously inch toward the center of the ring, and slowly extend their hands out until their fingers clasp together in an odd finger cuff. Just as quickly as she grabbed her foe's protruding limb Fiona relinquishes her grasp and dives at Heather's inside leg going for what appears to be some sort of takedown. However, Halliwell blocks it, pivoting on her heels before spinning around to Rourke's back and immediately seizing her arm to lock in an armbar submission. As the Stardust Seraph attempts to stand, Heather transitions her grip to the former San Diego Bay Champion's wrist before wrenching it to cause her rival immediate discomfort. The EXODUS original keeps her composure in spite of the pain, then suddenly rolls forward to untwist her arm before springing back to her feet to counter with an arm wrench and a wristlock of her own - Heather is immediately reduced to a knee as her captured appendage experiences a burning sensation of pain.

The Texan hisses her frustration and cringes in response to the agony, then climbs back to her feet which prompts Fiona to maneuver behind her to apply a hammerlock on the captured arm. Seemingly anticipating this, Heather slips behind her adversary and untwists her arm, effectively escaping the Hammerlock and giving her the positioning and leverage to apply one of her own. Subdued and immobilized, Fiona cries out due to the physical distress and immediately steps to the ropes to get a hold of them. Referee Katie Hanneman steps in to break up the hold, calling for a clean break which Heather obliges as she releases the first E-Pro Triple Crown winner. Fiona turns around and leans up against the ropes, her body shriveling slightly as she expects an attack from her foe - Heather merely softly taps her against the shoulders before stepping back to give her some breathing room.

Dick Morosi: Another show of respect and admiration from Halliwell to Rourke. That's class right there. She hasn't always been that way but I'm glad to see it here tonight in her final match.

Seth Ericson: I wasn't sure how Heather would do in the early goings considering the fact that she's been out of action for quite some time. I'm pleasantly surprised by how she's been able to match Fiona move for move thus far.

Shaking her arm, Fiona rethinks her strategy before stepping off the ropes. With the Texan having had her number so to speak, the Stardust Seraph is forced to scrap her initial game plan and improvise - something she is adept at doing. She cautiously approaches her foe causing Heather’s nearest arm to protrude and she promptly follows suit. Just when it seemed they would commence another test of wits and technique, the HEC Women’s Champion takes advantage, quickly scoring with a toe kick to the solar plexus to double "Double H" over. Seizing the opportunity, the Seraph captures Heather's head before encircling it and locking it in between her body and the crook of her elbow. Fiona applies tremendous pressure, and with the headlock expertly applied Halliwell is forced to think quick on her feet. She quickly leans into the ropes, using the elasticity of the cables to build momentum, allowing her to toss the Triple Crown champion forward. As Rourke charges across the ring, Heather gingerly rolls her head in an attempt to shake the cobwebs. Having fought off the wave of disorientation, she lowers her shoulder to flatten the incoming Seraph - Fiona drops like a bad habit from the collision.

After a brief delay, the action picks back up as the Texan falls back into the ropes, spurring Fiona to reposition herself on her front. Bouncing off the ropes, Heather leaps over Rourke before continuing her momentum across the ring. As she rebounds, the agile Seraph springs to a vertical base - but she misses a Clothesline attempt as Double H hits the ropes for a second time. Rourke's combination of athleticism and grace proves once again to be her greatest weapon as she leaps into the air to straddle Heather's shoulders upon her return trip, then brings her down with a perfectly executed Hurricanrana. Heather slams into the mat, but quickly pushes Fiona off her chest before a pinfall can be acknowledged before rolling out of the ring to regather her bearings.

Seth Ericson: Just when you think you've got her where you want her Fiona is able to do moves like THAT. Heather doesn't even know what hit her.

Dick Morosi: It's one of the reasons she was the first to complete the Triple Crown Seth. That unpredictability and aerial assault is just the tip of the iceberg when comes to the Stardust Seraph. Im sure there's layers to her repertoire we have yet to see.

With the crowd buzzing Fiona looks over her shoulder, watching as her opponent struggles to get up. Feeding off the energy of those in attendance she realizes what the next move has to be, and immediately sets off to bring it to fruition. Rushing to the far end ropes, she cannons off them, ready to sacrifice herself like a kamikaze pilot to get the early advantage. When she is almost at the ropes, Heather catches a glimpse of her, and shrewdly enough she moves back to avoid catastrophe - however this plays into Fiona's hands as she merely feigns the Tope Con Hilo, and instead swings over the ropes to pull herself down on the apron.

Heather Halliwell is completely unaware of the Seraph's plan as she had turned her back to face the crowd, tapping her finger against the side of her head to intimate that she was two steps ahead of her rival. However in reality, she was the one who was outsmarted, caught in Fiona's arachnid like web of trickery like a mere clueless fly. When she turns around her ignorance spurs the longest reigning World Champion into action, ultimately sealing her fate as Rourke leaps onto the top rope before leaping back to execute a flawless Moonsault. The Texan can only watch as Fiona descends down upon her from the sky while the fans look on in a state of shock and elation. Following the maneuver, Fiona immediately climbs to her feet, pumping her fists triumphantly as the RIMAC swells with cheers.

Dick Morosi: What elevation! She almost seemed to hang in the clouds Seth. That was a picture perfect Moonsault right there and now Fiona's in total control.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, she was high up on cloud nine, and the only other way you can get that sort of high is illegally, which means you'll probably have to talk to Black Jones or like majority of our 18-25 demographic.

The latest chain of events ended to a tumult of whistles, cheers, and screams as the ruckus audience happily voiced their approval. Turning her attention back to Heather, Fiona lifts the Texan to a vertical base before rolling her into the ring. Upon sliding back in herself she collapses across her opponent's lifeless body and hooks a leg for the cover. Katie quickly slides into position to make the count.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Fiona doesn't haste in showing her contempt at Katie's “slow” counting, allowing her competitive fire to flourish, giving the young woman in the zebra stripes a not-so-friendly stare. Katie merely holds up two fingers, holding her ground in spite of the Seraph's protest, showing that she won't be intimidated by the EXODUS Ace or the high profile match itself. Fiona turns her attention back to Halliwell, hoping to keep control of the match for the time being. Letting the Texan gather herself on all fours, Rourke stalks her, following her weakened adversary in her attempts to reach the turnbuckle. Fiona gives her a swift kick to the midsection - the force knocks Heather onto her side where she writhes in pain. Heather crawls toward the turnbuckle, but Fiona isn't going to allow her to get a breather. Lifting the third World Champion up to a vertical base, Fiona fires a combination of vile forearms, then scores with a wicked European Uppercut which serves as the exclamation point on her STIFF flurry. Heather is knocked silly and knocked back and is forced to depend on the corner for stability as a consequence.

While Halliwell for all intents and purposes appears to be punch-drunk, Fiona begins backtracking to the other side of the ring. Once the Triple Crown champion feels there is enough of a distance between the two, she begins her sprint. Dashing across the canvas, Fiona lunges forward, looking to put the hurt on the Texas veteran. Heather still has some wits about her, and she registers the incoming attack before sidestepping out of the corner. Quick thinking herself, Fiona stops her momentum in time before landing a back elbow to send her charging foe in retreat. The Stardust Seraph turn around in the corner then raises up her boots with her entire mass held up by her arms that hang across the highest rope. The charging Texan collides head-first with the sole of Fiona's boots, sending her staggering back in a stupor. With a window of opportunity, Fiona quickly pulls herself up onto the second turnbuckle, but before she can pull off her high-risk maneuver the tenacious Texan knocks her down a peg - LITERALLY, as she steps forward, leaps, and executes a Dropkick that knocks the pride and joy of Portlandia off the top of the mountain, sending her tumbling down to, and bouncing off the apron before she crashes to the floor below in the most unceremonious of fashions.

Seth Ericson: She just kicked Fiona right in the Dolly Partons! What a crash and burn right there for the Seraph. She looked to be moving in for the kill but Heather had her pegged.

Dick Morosi: Yes indeed that was a brilliant counter. Had Fiona been able to get her move off it would have been a rather depressing end to an impressive career for Halliwell.

The former World Champion rolls to the floor in pursuit of her wounded target, and her narrowed eyes tell the story of a woman completely focused on completing her objective. She has a cold but calculated confidence, yet her movements are filled with urgency as she knows Fiona is never out of it for too long despite how many times you knock her down. She gazes at Rourke who gingerly tends to her neck which seems to have been injured due to her fall moments ago. Showing no mercy, Heather lifts Fiona up to her feet before driving a couple of knees into the Seraph's midsection, immediately restricting her air intake. Having caused her adversary to double over in agony, the Texan executes a front facelock, then tosses Rourke's arm over her shoulder before lifting her up for what appears to be a Suplex, only to drop her gut first across the guardrail.

As Fiona lays suspended precariously across the security structure, Heather delivers a thunderous strike with her left forearm, blasting her adversary in the temple, leaving her frail frame lifeless. While her target remains inanimate, Heather back-pedals toward the ring before climbing onto the apron. The Pretty Little Texan stands tall for a moment, her hand grasping the top rope, her face sweaty and curled in a scowl as she mentally prepares herself for what's on the horizon. Upon exhaling, Heather leaps from the apron; airborne, the featherweight deftly rotates about three hundred-sixty degrees whilst lifting her nearest leg. As she descends, her aforementioned leg clashes against the back of Fiona's injured neck, dragging the Seraph off the guardrail leaving them both inert on the floor to the delight and awe of the teaming masses.

Dick Morosi: What an incredible move! A Leg Drop… A Discus like Leg Drop right to the back of the head. Heather is pulling out all the stops tonight!

Seth Ericson: I definitely wasn't expecting that. I wonder if she picked that up watching The Soaps because you know she loves her Soaps.

Dick Morosi: I have it on good authority that she doesn't Seth.

Seth Ericson: Doesn't what, like soap? Why would she not like soap? My guess is she had a bad encounter with some salty suds in the women's bathroom, and that's exactly why we no longer allow Angry Pete to travel alone backstage.

Heather climbs up off the floor before leaning up against the guardrail to catch her breath. As she begins to convalesce, members of the audience in the front row tap her on the shoulder due to their desperate need to be apart of the action. Meanwhile the rest of the crowd members are on their feet, voicing their pleasure and appreciation in unanimous approval.

“THIS IS AWESOME!"
*CLAP, CLAP, CLAPCLAPCLAP*
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
*CLAP, CLAP, CLAPCLAPCLAP*
“THIS IS AWESOME!"
*CLAP, CLAP, CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Moved by the crowd, Heather smiles before refocusing herself. She slowly bends at the waist to retrieve her enervated adversary from the depths of the ringside mats. Fiona, subdued momentarily, is dragged across the aisle and then shoved into the ring from under the bottom rope. Heather climbs in just a moment or two later. Quickly, the EXODUS Legend crawls over to her opponent and places a hand onto Fiona's, bending her elbow and pinning the Seraph to the canvas. Katie dives to the canvas and peeks at Rourke's shoulders, going on to drive her hand to the surface to start the count.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Demonstrating her resolve, the HEC Women's champion contorts her frame, pushing her body off the mat to buck out of the pinfall. Halliwell gradually regains a vertical base, immediately grabbing a handful of hair before dragging the Stardust Seraph to her feet. She drives her knee forward, furiously burrowing it into her adversaries midsection. As saliva and air sputters out of Fiona's gaping mouth, Double H gives her, her back, then quickly reaches back to apply a three-quarter-facelock before dropping down to one knee to pull Fiona over and slam her into the mat with a Snapmare.

Rourke lands with a thud, and the impact causes her to lean up to a seated position. Without hesitation, Heather swings her leg across her body; her foot clashes into the back of the Seraph's head, scrambling her brains and causing her to writhe on the mat in agony. While the effects of the vile kick reverberate through Fiona's dented head, Halliwell backs into the ropes. Upon rebounding, she quickly leaps into the air and drops down with an extended leg - her full one hundred and twenty-two pound frame slams into Fiona's windpipe. With her full weight on her opponents throat, Heather quickly encircles her legs around Rourke's throat, locking in a headscissors as she attempts to choke the fight right out of her rival.

Seth Ericson: Heather is in total control. She's grounded Fiona, and she's wearing her down continuing to focus her offense on the Seraph's injured throat.

Dick Morosi: This is sound strategy from Halliwell. Her ring acumen is the reason she became both the International and World Champion and could be the reason she defeat the Stardust Seraph once again.

Fiona is left gasping for air as her eyes bulge with pain and fear as Heather ups the ante and continues to apply tremendous pressure, squeezing around her neck like a Boa Constrictor would the body of its captured prey. Digging deep, Fiona is able to move her body close enough to get a foot on the bottom rope. Katie begins counting as Heather keeps the hold on, only to release Fiona before the count of five. Disappointed by the outcome, Heather sighs out of exhaustion and frustration before rolling back to her feet while Fiona slowly rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron.

As a winded and fatigued Fiona begins to pull herself up with the aid of the ropes, Heather marches over to lend her a helping hand. The Texan quickly reaches over the ropes to grab Fiona's hair with one hand then delivers a quick forearm to the Seraph's face. Following the stiff strike she pulls Rourke in and wraps her arm around Fiona's head and attempts to lift her up. Fiona blocks, sliding her foot under the bottom rope, then thwarts Heather's second attempt in the same fashion, before countering with a Suplex of her own. With the hurling back of her weight, the Triple Crown champion lifts Heather over the ropes and her own form - however the feat of strength is short lived as her injuries and bruises force her to simply drop Heather down on the apron. Upon landing on her feet, Heather plants a few well placed punches to the ribs to escape Fiona's clutches, then connects with a forearm to the jaw, then a SECOND, and then a THIRD. The force of the strikes sends Fiona reeling off the apron, but she has enough wherewithal to grab the ropes to keep her from falling. Suddenly, perhaps out of instinct more than anything, she swings back to leap into the air and smash her boot into the side of Heather's cranium.

Dick Morosi: Good Grief! Halliwell is out of it. Fiona nearly took her head clean off her shoulders with that Enzuigiri!

Seth Ericson: She kicked her so hard Halliwell's gonna think she's Anne Boleyn again!

Fiona slips back inside the ring, then reaches through the ropes and grabs the delirious Texan by the head. Gradually, she pulls Heather Halliwell forward, before hooking both her foe's arms behind her back in a double underhook while simultaneously tucking Double H's head under one of her own arms. As the Stardust Seraph stood with her rival in her clutches, Fiona stared out into the crowd which was at a fever pitch. Everyone in the RIMAC were on their feet in anticipation of a hellacious, and innovative maneuver. And they would be treated to one as Rourke blows a strand of hair from in front of her face - the same face that undergoes a metamorphosis from cringing in agony to lighting up with intensity for about a fraction of a second. Upon releasing a battle cry she leans back, jerking Heather off the ropes and viciously spiking her head first into the canvas with an unforgiving impact.

Victory seems only a few seconds away for the current HEC Women's Champion. As long as she can drape herself over the battered torso of Heather Halliwell for three measly seconds, she will have exorcised one of her biggest demons. She slowly turns her foe over, and as soon as she hovers over the Texan's inanimate frame her arms become limp and lifeless, and she helplessly flops on top of the woman that ended her one and only World Title reign.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Seth Ericson: SHE KICKED OUT! Even after that?! Heather Halliwell won't die Dick!

Dick Morosi: I thought for sure Fiona had finished her off after that Double Arm DDT. I can't believe the fight these two have shown. This has exceeded all expectations, and they have more than certainly outdone their first match.

Seth Ericson: This has been twenty minutes full of high octane, hard hitting wrestling. I don't know who's going to win. They're both banged up but neither one of them will stay down.

Dick Morosi: And just like they did at Endgame these two are embodying the very principles of EXODUS Wrestling. They're two of our biggest stars, and we're about to see which one of them is going to find that extra gear.

Fiona hoists her head up, too weak to lash out, too alive to not feel the anguish. Slowly turning over, she looks up at Katie with tired and pleading eyes, trying to convey a message just by trapping her gaze. The young, inexperienced woman in the zebra stripes bluntly puts two stubby fingers in the air- it may as well be a judge passing a sentence on her for all it matters. All it means is that the battle of attrition will rage on, and that she'll have to dig deeper to put Heather Halliwell out of commission.

Gradually climbing to her feet, Fiona grabs Heather and pulls her to a vertical base. Both competitors stand on spaghetti legs, almost teetering on their toes and looking like even the slightest gust of wind could knock them over. They glare at one another, not out of hatred but of the utmost respect as the crowd once again comes alive, cheering and chanting their names as they hope to will one of them to victory.

“FIONA ROURKE!"
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"HEATHER HALL-I-WELL!"
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“FIONA ROURKE!"
*CLAP, CLAP, CLAPCLAPCLAP*
"HEATHER HALL-I-WELL"

Dick Morosi: Listen to this ovation from the crowd! They came to see an historic Main Event, and that's what they've been given.

Seth Ericson: Say what you will about EXODUS or how it's run, regardless of all of that we constantly put out a fantastic show. Love us or hate us, these two fierce wrestlers, FIERCE women are showing the drive and determination that has made us one of the best companies in the world.

They're forehead to forehead now, as both women mutter a few things to one another, appearing to be feeding off the crowd's energy and using it to develop a necessary adrenaline rush. Suddenly, Fiona shoves Heather back, then begs Halliwell to strike her in the face. Obliging, the Texan steps forward and lands a WICKED forearm to the jaw that will definitely swell up to the size of a crater when it's all said and done. Staggered from the blow, Rourke regains her footing to retaliate with a STIFF forearm strike of her own, tarnishing Heather's movie star like looks as sweat flies off her visage. Halliwell is dizzied but not downed, as she shakes her head to shake the cobwebs - then comes back with ANOTHER SAVAGE FOREARM! Fiona's head snaps back awkwardly from the collision of bone and face, yet she too will not go done. Instead she shakes off the effects, and perseveres through the pain to respond with a BLISTERING FOREARM OF HER OWN. With that both competitors grab a handful of the other's hair with one hand, then tee-off with rapid fire forearms with the other. It’s a slobber knocker!

Dick Morosi: All hell is breaking loose Seth! They've lost their marbles, they're beating each other senseless and the crowd loves it!

Seth Ericson: CAT FIGHT! CAT FIGHT! MEOW! This is too good Dick, all they need is some mud and we'll be seeing nothing but cleavage! You gotta love the FX Network.

Fired up and refusing to lose, Heather gets the better of the exchange, repeatedly blasting Fiona in the face until the only thing keeping the Stardust Seraph on her feet is the Texan's vice like grip. It's the same grip that Heather relinquishes to leave the punch-drunk, stupefied HEC Women’s Champion stumbling in place like a groggy drunk. With Rourke seemingly on her last legs, Halliwell winds up her harm repeatedly while the crowd “OOOH’S” in unison, then attempts a Clothesline that is sure to finish the job. She swings wildly but Fiona circumvents the attack, then strafes behind Heather who is thrown off balance by the former World Champ’s dexterous footwork and maneuvering. As Heather pivots and turns around, her senses alert her of the Seraph’s impending attack. She catches Rourke’s protruding leg, capturing her foot with cupped hands as a slapping sound echoes throughout the venue. Shaking her head, Heather appears to be both hip to Fiona’s gameplan, and well on her way to silencing her rival for a second time - something no one else in EXODUS can say. With vigor she swings the leg away from her body - but Fiona continues to rotate, exploiting her own momentum and using it to her advantage as she swings the same leg into the air to level the unsuspecting Texan in the skull. The heel of the Seraph’s boot clashes against the side of Heather’s cranium, and though the impact doesn’t take her off her feet it turns her around, leaving her open to another strong offensive maneuver from her opponent.

With haste Fiona scurries back to her feet following the artful Dragon Whip kick, and immediately steps behind Heather before hooking both the Texan’s arms from the side. Upon placing her palms against the former World Champ’s upper back she channels the energy from below to pop her hips and lift Halliwell into the air. She arches her back and legs to execute a release Tiger Suplex, throwing Heather into the canvas with authority and reckless abandon. The Texan lands shoulder and neck first, but the momentum causes her to roll through and up to her knees. Milking her adrenaline rush for all it’s worth, Rourke once again springs to her feet, locking her narrowed, cold-blooded eyes on those of her adversary - eyes that are weary and glazed over due to the battle and the constant attack on her delicate brain. The Triple Crown Champion looks at her hands, then balls them into fists and begins to tremble as she seems to be channeling her chakras (YES NARUTO REFERENCE), then suddenly steps forward to firmly plant her boot into Heather’s face with a devastating Thrust Kick that reverberates throughout the RIMAC arena. Having reached her limit, Fiona simply falls from the pain she is under, and looks at the sprawling Texan, knowing that if she can crawl over there, then she can finally put an end to the contest.

Seth Ericson: WHAT A KICK TO THE HEAD! She Super Kicked her out of her pretty little boots, Dick!

Dick Morosi: That’s gotta do it! She fought a good fight, but there’s no way Halliwell can overcome that deadly combination of moves.

Crawling, desperately crawling with every fiber in her being, Fiona inches closer and closer to her opponent’s lifeless carcass. She takes a deep breath and forces herself up to all fours, crawling just enough to lunge onto Halliwell. Totally sure in her mind that she had finally put the tenacious Texan away, Rourke doesn’t even bother to hook a leg, simply resting on Heather’s frame to perform the pinfall. Katie immediately drops down and begins the count.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

As the third slap of the canvas is imminent, Heather raises a shoulder up to break the pinfall.

Dick Morosi: SHE KICKED OUT!

Seth Ericson: I- I- I don’t believe it!

Dick Morosi: Neither can Fiona! Heather is still refusing to stay down! What a match!

A tired, frustrated and irked Fiona Rourke looks up at Katie with a mixture of despair and disdain, refusing to believe that she had not finished the job yet. growling with each breath in display of forming rage. Rourke grabs Heather by the hair and pulls her up. The Seraph grabs the groggy Texan’s arm and slings her across the ring with an Irish Whip, but Halliwell turns around near the ropes and hooks her arms around them to prevent herself from ricocheting off the cables. Flustered by this, Fiona runs forward, prompting Heather to come off the ropes and land a kick to the midsection. Keeping the same leg up, Halliwell subjects the doubled-over Seraph to a swift kick to the side of the head, sending her flopping to the canvas. Realizing her ring positioning, and that of Fiona’s, Heather suddenly dashes for the ropes, leaping on the second rope before leaping back with hopes of nailing the Cowgirl Ride! Somehow Fiona still has life left and charges firing in her cerebral cortex, and manages to roll out of harms way causing Halliwell to land on her feet. As Heather staggers back, Fiona scrambles to a vertical base - she lands a thunderous elbow smash to the face that stops Heather in her tracks. She then lights her up with a heart stopping palm strike to the chest. Everyone in the arena knows what’s next. Fiona leaps up for the Dropsault to complete her infamous Trademark Combination - BUT IT’S COUNTERED!

Halliwell captures Fiona’s legs and slams her down to the canvas. She hooks the Seraph’s ankles whilst pulling her into the center of the ring, then turns her over onto her front before sitting down onto her lower back to lock in the Liontamer.

Seth Ericson: SOUTHERN COMFORT! She countered Clear Eyes - Full Heart - Can’t Lose with Southern Comfort! It’s deja-vu, Dick.

Dick Morosi: Shades of their first encounter, almost down to every minor detail. This is how Heather Halliwell defeated Fiona Rourke to win the EXODUS World Championship. Will we see a repeat tonight?

Rourke slams her fist into the mat once and presses herself a foot or so off of the ground, crying out in dire agony and straights for a moment before dropping back onto her chest, succumbing to the pain. Thrashing like a shark with it’s prey in it’s teeth Heather administers more pressure on the hold, begging for Fiona to tap as she rears back like a reclining chair garnering louder screams from the HEC Women’s Champion. The EXODUS Original and inaugural International Champion is stricken with an increased sense of desperation, one that grows by the second as she claws her fingertips into the sweat filled canvas, inching ever so closer to the ropes which hold her freedom. Clawing, scratching; Rourke’s blood flow slows as she tenses the muscles in her back, realizing that hope is dwindled as the searing pain in her back increases tenfold. The Triple Crown champion’s face loses its vigor, and light as her countenance looks almost red in pigmentation while the veins in her neck bulge; Scrambling, clawing and tearing at the mat frantically in search of salvation. Finally, Heather can maintain her solid footing no longer and her face fills with frustration as Fiona hooks her arms around the bottom cables. Halliwell closes her eyes, ignoring Katie’s admonishing voice as she pushes and calls for separation.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

Eventually, the striped official gets her way and the Texan releases Fiona, dropping onto her side in exhaustion, eyes wide open in disbelief.

Dick Morosi: She got to the ropes! Fiona tapped out to that very maneuver a year ago, but she would not relieve that nightmare. The match continues.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but how much more does she have left? She may not have tapped, but she was in that submission for quite some time. There’s no way she can overcome the wear and tear on her body. She’s toast.

Heather gets up to one knee, then pushes herself to a vertical base before stumbling toward the ropes. With a deep breath she moves off the ropes, and with exhaustion evident on her face she decides to cross the threshold and move in for the kill. Heather grabs Fiona’s leg and drags her away from the ropes toward the nearby corner. Positioning her foe’s carcass at just the right position and distance from the turnbuckle, she immediately lays into Rourke with a few placed stomps to the gut, throat and face. With the Seraph sprawled and apparently done for, Halliwell plods to the ropes, stepping through them and onto the apron before slowly making her way up the corner. She takes her time, unable to move fluidly due to the injuries that plague her. Each level she passes is dealt with more agony, and her body trembles violently as if it’s fighting against itself.

Seth Ericson: Heather’s going for it all here. Yellow Rose, my favorite flower!

Just as Heather reaches the top, Fiona comes to life, fueled by her inhuman desire to never give in. She springs up to her feet, and makes a beeline for the ropes. Without a thought or moment to lose she leaps onto the second cable, then springboards up to swing her leg and blast Heather in the side of the head with lightning quick precision and tremendous power.

*CRACK*

Halliwell’s lights are immediately turned off as Fiona’s boot smashes into her head like a truck piling through a car on a highway. She slowly and helplessly tumbles to the mat below, crashing with a resounding thud. Everyone in the arena quickly stands up and a mishmash of cheering is heard as the RIMAC fills with a pandemonium of sound. Both superstars lie motionless amidst a nearly unanimous cheer from the crowd.

Dick Morosi: SHINIGAMI! SHINIGAMI! GOD GOD! FIONA ROURKE JUST NAILED HER WITH THE SHINIGAMI!

Seth Ericson: Unbelievable… UN-FREAKIN-BELIEVABLE!

As the cheers continue, Fiona simply rolls over and drapes an arm over Heather’s chest, only having to wait a mere moment as Katie begins to count.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

WINNER: FIONA ROURKE

We come back from commercial in the backstage area, and Nicholas Gray is driving around on his segway, Pond reluctantly (and angrily) following behind on one of her own thanks to Nicholas' machinations. Suddenly, the duo is stopped by a familiar face...the face of Meta Johnson, EXODUS Pro's personal protector of the most sacred fourth wall.

Meta Johnson: HEY BOSS, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!

Nicholas Gray: What could possibly be going wrong on a night like this?

Meta Johnson: Nicholas...the new investor is here.

Nicholas Gray: What? We don't have a new investor...

Nicholas rotates his segway to go back to his mobile office, that now seems to have a new person sitting in the driver's seat. A black man that looks...stern.

Nicholas Gray: YOU!

Man: You.

Nicholas Gray: I only put that stipulation in should we make enough money to buy mom a new car!

Man: And you did. Back in October. So I'm using it now. I'm now a 5% owner of EXODUS Pro.

The man gets out of the driver's seat of Nicholas' office and approaches him, giving him a nod.

Man: Mom says you don't call enough.

Nicholas Gray: I'm running a wrestling promotion with designs of going global, Cleon. Give your little brother a break here.

Cleon Gray: I'm just the messenger, Nicholas.

The two look at one another, before Pond steps up and looks at them both.

Pond: ....which one of you is adopted?

Cleon looks at her, eyebrow raised.

Cleon Gray: Who says either of us are adopted?

There's a moment of awkward silence, before Pond looks at them and sighs, shaking his head.

Pond: I'm not drunk enough for this. I'm off to find your deadbeat brother in law...

Pond shakes her head as she walks off, in complete disbelief as we cut back to Dick and Seth, seemingly as confused as she is as to the relationship of Cleon and Nicholas Gray. But before they can say a word, the lights in the arena begin to dim slightly as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. Several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. He pauses then points his baton towards the ring as he slowly paces there.

INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH
ANDREAS LASIEWICZ (Champion) vs. JERRY MATTHEWS

As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he is looking for answers, holding the International Title above his head.

‘Time’ finally fades out, as the cheers change to boos as Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.

The bell rings as Matthews readies himself for battle. Lasiewicz is solely focused on his opponent. But as Jerry gets ready to circle around the ring, he realises that Andreas is remaining stoic. He backs off to his corner, where Deacon is. They share a few last words, possibly encouragement or last minute tactics, before the Matthews assistant drops down to the floor. Andreas however, does not move a muscle as Jerry nears his opponent cautiously. Andreas suddenly lashes out with a sharp uppercut, but Jerry manages to back out of the way of it and he scurries to his corner once more. Andreas flashes a sinister grin in his direction, giving his a mocking wave inviting his opponent to try that again. Matthews is understandably apprehensive to this request. Andreas takes a few paces towards him, arms out stretched offering a free shot.

Dick Morosi: It appears as if The Polish Spirit is going to let Matthews get a free shot in.

Seth Ericson: Normally that isn’t smart…but in this case I think it may not be smart for Jerry to take him up on that offer.

Matthews looks at Lasiewicz, and then to the crowd, quite unsure what to think of it. Deacon shouts some more encouragement, telling him to ‘go for it.’ Andreas grins, egging him on to take a shot as he closes his eyes. Matthews waits a moment, then another, then quickly blasts Lasiewicz in the face with a big right. Lasiewicz remains steadfast, though his head has half turned to his left. He reworks his jaw slightly as Matthews looks on, another grin resembling the Cheshire Cat growing on his face. He takes a step forward, looking at the Reverend right in the eye before saying ‘My turn…’

Dick Morosi: Uh oh…

Seth Ericson: This won’t be pretty.

Andreas launches with a right, but Matthews ducks it peppering “The Morning Star” with a series of quick jabs. Lasiewicz launches again but Matthews dodges once more and hit another series of quick shots. Lasiewicz goes for a third attempt but Matthews unbelievably ducks again. But Andreas has this one well scouted, catching ‘The Evangelist’ and whipping him brutally into the turnbuckle. He steps out clutching his back as Lasiewicz almost takes his head off with a vicious looking lariat. He doesn’t halt the attack however, instead he begins dropping elbow after elbow onto him, knocking the wind right out.

Dick Morosi: The Silver Eagle is relentless.

Seth Ericson: Isn’t he always?

The referee does intervene, almost pulling Andreas off of him. Lasiewicz glares at the official in anger, as the man in white and black scurries off into the opposite corner. “The Morning Star” shoots him a puzzled, yet furious look before returning to Matthews who manages to kick out at the Krakow Native, catching him with a low blow that the referee obviously missed. Small package!

Dick Morosi:Small package after the low blow!

ONE…

Seth Ericson: Will he upset him that easily?

TWO…

And a kickout! Andreas drops another elbow onto the slower to react Matthews, before mouthing off something at the ref. The ref pleads innocence but Lasiewicz professionally continues on, working several stomps to various body parts of Matthews. He reaches for the ropes, but Andreas pulls him away, looking to quickly lock in an Argentine Leglock. But somehow as he pulls his leg, he manages to flip herself over. Jerry immediately runs to the ropes and bounces off with a version of the Angel's Flight that rocks “The Morning Star” and sends him to the mat.

Dick Morosi: Nice clothesline from Jerry Matthews.

Seth Ericson: That’s the kind of attack he needs to utilize here, Dick. Keep ‘The Morning Star’ down!

Matthews looks shocked and impressed that he pulled it off, as his associate prays at ringside. He climbs up to the top rope, and as Lasiewicz begins to stand jumps off and lands the real Angel's Flight to the back of his head. He is down again for a pinfall.

ONE…

TWO…

But another kickout. Andreas seems slightly shaken by this, and Matthews rolls him up in a cradle.

ONE…

TWO…

But another close kickout. Matthews runs towards the ropes and nails a vile boot right to Lasiewicz’s face, followed by a DDT. Jerry keeps control after landing a couple of jumping stomps by locking in a tight headlock as he gets his breath back. But this seems to be a bad idea as Andreas begins to power out, lifting himself and Matthews up at the same time. Jerry turns the headlock into a sleeper as he clings to the Lasiewicz’s back, trying to force his larger frame down on the Krakow Native. Lasiewicz seems a little groggy, but is beginning to regain his bearings even with the tight sleeper hold locked in. And runs backwards to the ropes to slam him into the turnbuckle, but Deacon pops up onto the apron, locking Jerry’s legs onto the top rope.

Dick Morosi:Hey wait a damn minute!

The fans begin to boo this viciously. The ref tries reasoning with Deacon, who pleads his innocence as he drops down to the floor. The ref starts to make a count. 1… Andreas tries to pull him off, but to no avail… 2… Jerry keeps his legs wrapped firmly around the ropes, a mischievous grin on his face… 3… This makes Andreas lose his temper and he flips Matthews over! Andreas begins dropping vile elbows onto him!

Dick Morosi: The anger of the Morning Star is evident.

Seth Ericson: This is what Dan Herrera has been warning us about!

Lasiewicz scoops Matthews up and carries him over his shoulder away from the turnbuckle before slamming him hard to the floor. He pretty much bounces right back up, swinging wildly at the Krakow Native but missing. He picks Matthews up, right into an Argentine Backbreaker position as the crowd cheers, but his attempt for The Unforgettable Fire fails as Jerry slides down behind him and sends a stiff elbow shot to the back of the Polish Spirit's neck. He then runs off the ropes, signalling for a clothesline. Andreas counters into a Spinning Spinebuster.

Dick Morosi: Vicious spinebuster from Andreas there!

Seth Ericson: He’s taking control now, and I don’t like it!

Andreas lifts him up in the air and plants him with an awesome powerbomb as he roars in defiance, his eyes wild with fury.

Dick Morosi: Andreas is beginning to take this to that ‘other place’!

Seth Ericson: Somebody do something!

Deacon is trying to cause a distraction, but Andreas ignores it! He returns his attention to Matthews, who is slowly stirring. As he gets up, GERMAN SUPLEX! And he is down… Another… Oh my God! A third! That was absolutely vicious! He sits there and waits as the announcers are speechless… He turns him inside out with a ferocious Polish Hammer, then repeatedly begins to drive forearms into the back of his neck and his arm without relenting. Matthews screams in pain as he then locks in the Crisis Core Crossface! He holds on for a moment or two before tapping out!

Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews taps! He’s tapping like his life depended on it!

Seth Ericson: But there’s no referee, Dick!

Dick Morosi: Wait! What? What happened?

The commentators are correct though, as there is no referee! Matthews is still tapping out, tears welling up in his eyes.

Dick Morosi:The ref is on the floor on the outside! What is going on here?

The crowd themselves saw what happened, and don’t like it one bit. The Deacon hovers over the fallen referee, a menacing grin upon his face. The ref looks out of it, and Deacon takes this opportunity to slide into the ring and break the hold by stomping down on Andreas.

Dick Morosi: Dammit! Deacon breaking up the hold!

Seth Ericson: Uh-oh… Doesn’t look like the International champion liked that very much!

They are right, as Andreas turns his attention to Deacon Jeremiah, who is realising the situation that he is in. Deacon starts throwing rights, but Lasiewicz fires back on every one of them, more vicious and painful than before. He begins to back Deacon into the corner as the crowd roars him on. The fists become more and more ferocious as Deacon begins to slip down into a seated position.

Dick Morosi: Deacon is in a world of trouble, and it serves him right!

Seth Ericson: Deacon is sacrificing himself though; this is giving Matthews plenty of time to recover… And here he comes!

Jerry charges Lasiewicz and forearms him from behind, knocking his face right into the turnbuckle. Andreas spins around, clearly dazed and charges Matthews who just about manages to hit him with the Hammer of God!

Dick Morosi: Hammer of God! That is a game changer!

Seth Ericson: But he can’t go for the pin. The ref is only just waking up!

Dick Morosi: And whose fault is that?

Jerry is frantically looking for the ref, feeling that he might have it here. He screams at Deacon, ordering him to wake the ref up. Deacon groggily rolls out of the ring, scoops up the ref then helps him into the ring. As he does so, Jerry has nailed Lasiewicz with a malicious piledriver, followed by some evil stomps to the head. Jerry then pulls up Andreas, lifting him up onto his shoulders as he calls for the end.

Seth Ericson: Come on Jerry! This is your time!

Dick Morosi:Not like this! Not like this!

Seth Ericson: Holy Vendetta! We’re going to have a new champion!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Dick Morosi: NO! Andreas kicked out!

Seth Ericson: What? Impossible!

Jerry is in shock as the crowd roars with approval. The replays show that Lasiewicz did in fact kick out. Matthews begins arguing with the referee, shaking him viciously as he claims that it was a three count, but to no avail. He shakes him that hard in fact that he pushes him out of the ring! The Reverend screams at the Deacon to do something, and the pair begin to stomp away at the fallen ‘Morning Star’.

Dick Morosi:This is just sickening!

Seth Ericson: Any means necessary, Dick. It says that in the Bible!

Dick Morosi:What? Where?

Seth Ericson: In the Bible. Do you not listen?

Jerry leaves Deacon for a moment, rolling to the outside to try and find some weaponry. Deacon climbs on top of Andreas and starts peppering him with fists.

Dick Morosi: WAIT A MINUTE!

Seth Ericson: That’s a choke! That’s illegal!

The RIMAC audience cheers in approval as Lasiewicz has gripped Deacon by the throat. Matthews is unaware of what is happening at ring side, as Lasiewicz rises to his feet, shaking his head at the stunned Deacon. And a vile chokeslam from Lasiewicz! Deacon’s back is arched in pain! Jerry realises what is going on and charges back in. He dives at Lasiewicz, but is planted with the Lunatic High!

Dick Morosi: And Lasiewicz is coming back with a vengeance!

Seth Ericson: This isn’t right! This man needs to be stopped!

Deacon pulls himself up with the aid of the ropes, only to be knocked over the top with a Polish Hammer! Jerry struggles up…

Dick Morosi: THE UNFORGETTABLE FIRE!

Seth Ericson: Oh God no!

The battle weary Morning Star stands tall upon cleaning house. He leans on the ropes, using them to keep himself. He teeters on his feet, barely able to stand, using the top cable as a crutch to keep him on his feet. He scans the vicinity, then waves to the back hoping that another referee will run down to count the fall now that he has thoroughly beaten Jerry Matthews and disposed of the Deacon Jeremiah. Instead of the zebra clad official ruffling the curtains to come to Lasiewicz’s rescue, “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot suddenly rumbles onto the P.A system. A long pause ensues, drawing the Morning Star into a perplexed state as he looks around genuinely confused, and with slight apprehension, and joining him in this feeling of anxiety are the fans who have now drifted into eerie silence. All heads and eyes scan the entrance tunnel for signs of life, yet none are found, not until the velvet curtains part. The audience erupts again, this time with boisterous boos and jeers as Ryuji Kamigawa, Emi Watanabe, Kira T. Zeppeli and the EXODUS World Champion Christum Furor slowly march out in full view of the masses. Holding his championship, the madman in the burlap sack nods at his associates, and the two behemoths begin their march to the ring.

Dick Morosi: No… not again. This is the same sight as Battle Without Honor or Humanity. Gods & Monsters are making their way to the ring and they’re going to ruin this Title Match.

Seth Ericson: Like they care about that, Dick. Lasie is battered and bruised. He’s easy pickings for them and they’re going to finish the job they started at the PPV.

The three G&M members, the Sons of Plunder and the walking monstrosity known as The Human Kaiju so to speak are finally at ringside. The crowd boos them. Lasiewicz closes his fists as they hang to his side, sensing that his adversaries were not coming to cheer him on. Something bad was indeed about to happen, but he wasn’t going to allow it to - no not without a fight. Kira and Kamigawa look at one another, then at Watanabe. Suddenly the former climbs onto the apron and is immediately slugged by the International Champion. Kamigawa tries as well, only to receive the same treatment, and Watanabe isn’t denied a knuckle sandwich either as the Morning Star drops him with a stiff haymaker to the cheers of the crowd. A chant of “Las-Sie-Wicz” breaks out as the arena goes nuts in response to the former Tag Team Champion’s valiant effort, driving Christum Furor to the edge of insanity as he torques his neck at the top of the ramp, clearly struggling to control his anger.

Dick Morosi: Lasiewicz is a human wrecking ball out there. Jerry Matthews, Deacon Jeremiah, Kira Zeppeli, Emi Watanabe, Ryuji Kamigawa… he’s taking them all out. He won’t back down from these demented thugs.

Seth Ericson: Has he not learned his lesson? He can’t possibly keep this up, not against these odds. They’re going to rip him apart!

The three assailants regroup on the outside, somewhat stifled by Lasie’s tenacity and fight. The Morning Star begs and pleads for them to try it again, looking as if the old dog has plenty of fight left in him. They smile, and oblige him, first with Kira trying to slide in only to be stomped like he’s a fire that Lasie’s trying to put out. He writhes in pain before retreating. Kamigawa tries as well, and like his counterpart he has a mudhole stomped in him for his efforts. Emi Watanabe gets some as well, and is infuriated as she rolls back out to the floor. Lasie is losing it, laying boots to the three members of G&M at his proverbial doorstep without mercy, without clemency, further infuriating the World Champion who begins to march down to the ring. Destroy All Humans and Kira discard their plan to slide in, and the three of them climb onto the apron in an attempt to use the numbers game against their foe. Lasie is having none of it. He’s got right hand or Ryuji, one for Emi and then a right hand for Kira, then another left for the towering Asians, then another right hand for the former San Diego Bay Champion. The G&M Monsters seem unable to handle the energy and determination of the International Champion who seems to be feeding off of the audience. He headbutts Emi off the apron, and then pummels Kamigawa down to a knee, and now he’s on the apron to drop him with a forearm to the jaw. Kira tries to pull him down from behind, but Andreas spins around with a knee to the gut, then whips him into the turnbuckle sending him flying off the apron.

Seth Ericson: I can’t believe what’s going on! How is he doing this? They should be murdering him, yet HE’S tearing G&M to pieces.

Dick Morosi: This is the Morning Star, Seth. This man is the International Champion and the number one contender to Christum Furor’s championship. He will not be beaten to a pulp by these animals. They’ve messed with the WRONG man.

Andreas knocks Kamigawa down with a vicious right hand, then tosses his arm up triumphantly to get the crowd to ignite once again. Running on adrenaline alone he looks around for Christum Furor, but he is nowhere to be found. Amidst the slobber knocker, amidst the chaos the leader of Gods & Monsters has grabbed the International Championship. He tosses it into the ring where Jerry Matthews has come back around. Unbeknownst to Lasie, the Reverend is back to a vertical base, and skulks behind the Morning Star. Once Lasie turns around, he sees nothing but ten to fifteen pounds of gold flying right at his visage.

*SMASH*

He is taken right off his feet as the International Championship turns his lights out and knocks him down onto the apron.

Dick Morosi: NO! NO! Not his way!

Seth Ericson: Lasie is out COLD! Good Lord!

Dragging Las back into the ring, Jerry looks down at his groggy foe, then makes a quick slashing motion across his throat signalling that the end is indeed near for The Morning Star. With a handful of hair Matthews lifts the deadweight of the International Champion up to a vertical base, then places him in a Front Facelock before lifting him up into the air. The crowd looks on with dread and trepidation, knowing that their hero had all but been beaten by their most hated villains. With a vengeance Jerry rips Andreas from the sky and slams into the canvas, shaking the ring a thunderous Savior’s Wrath. The Morning Star’s body bounces off the canvas due to the bone crunching impact, then goes lifeless as the teaming masses look on in horror, paralysed and silenced with dismay.

Dick Morosi: SAVIOR’S WRATH! I CAN’T WATCH THIS!

Seth Ericson: And look at Furor reviving the referee.

Indeed, Christum Furor had reinvigorated the zebra clad official, giving him a series of shoves before rolling him toward the two competitors that were originally scheduled to compete. Albeit disoriented and half out of it, the referee looks up to see Jerry pinning Lasie’s shoulders down, and slowly begins to one.

“ONNNNNNNEEEEE!”

“TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!

“THHHHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

*DING! DING! DING!*

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner and the NEW EXODUS International Champion… JERRY! MATTHEWS!

WINNER (and NEW EXODUS Pro International Champion): JERRY MATTHEWS

“Long Black Train” by Josh Turned immediately hits the P.A. system to a chorus of deafening boos. Just as quickly as the match ended all four members of Gods & Monsters were now in the ring. Christum Furor shakes hands with Jerry Matthews, then raises his arm up to more jeers and boos while his comrades surround Lasie’s body. He lets go of Jerry, then outstretches his arms with two thumbs up - only to turn them DOWN. Kamigawa stands beside him, smiling and nodding to give the signal and like a pack of wolves the other two G&M members begin to descend on Andreas. Emi and Kira begin stomping on the Krakow native while the G&M co-founder, Kamigawa tears into him with kicks of his own, Andreas now beginning to bleed from the forehead. Furor steps forward to stop his associates, and Emi reluctantly does so - but not before laying into Lasie with another stomp to his battered frame. With help from Matthews, Kamigawa grabs the fallen, former International Champion by the hair and the two of them pull him to his feet before turning him to Christum Furor, who gives him a kick to the stomach to double him over. The World Champion wraps his arms around Lasie’s waist and lifts him up onto his shoulders with some help from his disciples and co-founder, then puts places his number one contender in a Gory Special before flipping him forward and driving him into the canvas with a vile, unforgiving Piledriver! Lasie’s head is driven into the canvas as his body makes one huge twitch in shock and he thuds on the mat face-down.

Dick Morosi: GOOD GOD! What’s was that? Christum Furor has just DESTROYED Andreas Lasiewicz!

Seth Ericson: THAT was the Hammer of Dawn, Dick. They’re making an example out of The Morning Star.

The five members of Gods & Monsters stand together as the booing becomes deafening, before Christum Furor rolls Lasie out of the ring. The Morning Star lands on the floor with a thud as Watanabe slides under the bottom rope and out of the ring before grabbing the number one contender’s arms and turning him toward the ramp before starting to drag him up it. Furor and Kamigawa, followed by Matthews and Zeppeli follow them, and the World Champion motions for Watanabe to stop momentarily, Furor grabbing Lasie head and lifting his skull back to show the world his crimson mask. Andreas looks to be stirring, and Furor quickly raises his fist before slamming it into the fallens superstar’s face, knocking him out cold. Emi continues dragging Lasiewicz up the ramp as the rest of G&M quickly walk the rest of the way up.

Seth Ericson: Gods & Monsters have destroyed Andreas Lasiewicz. They’ve left him a bloody mess. And they’ve seemed to only added to their powers, first with the arrival of Emi Watanabe, and NOW with the allegiance of Jerry Matthews. This is a bad, VERY bad for the rest of EXODUS.

Dick Morosi: Someone got out here and stop these thugs. Lasie needs medical attention! This has to stop!

With Jerry holding his New International Championship, and Furor the World Title, G&M all pose in the infamous crucifix made famous by the masked madman, standing over top of Lasie’s lifeless carcass to vociferous boos and jeers.

We go from the terrible sight in the ring to a terrible sight backstage. Kira T. Zeppeli sits in a corner of one of the locker rooms, head bowed. This, unfortunately, does not last long, as his head rises when a door can be heard opening from off-camera, revealing the extent of what happened to Kira in the brawl with Lifer. He has a bruise forming on his right eye that will clearly turn into a bad black eye before it's done, his lip is busted and most prominently is the four scratches running down his face from Lifer's fingernails, two of which still bleed. The camera slowly pans over to find a quite hesistant Tom Matheny stepping into the room. He slowly walks over to Kira, pausing more than once for any sign of action from Kira for disturbing his silence. Kira makes no move, so Tom comes to stand beside him.

Tom Matheny: Kira, would it be alright if I asked you about what happened earlier with Zack Lifer?

Kira T. Zeppeli: ....proceed.

Tom Matheny: Okay...how do you feel about what happened? That you and Lifer were not able to get your hands on each other for long before security ended it?

Kira laughs.

Kira T. Zeppeli: Had he approached from the front, like a man, things would have gone differently. Instead, he came from behind me like a coward, and you see the result. But do you know what it means, Thomas?

Tom Matheny: ...no?

Kira T. Zeppeli: I understand him better. I know his buttons, now. I know what to press to bring despair.

Tom Matheny: I...I see. So what's next for you and him?

Kira stands, looking at Matheny with a grin that clearly distresses Tom greatly.

Kira T. Zeppeli: Why, that's simple. I'm going home.

He turns on his heel and walks from the room, Tom watching him go, confused. Slowly he raises the mic to his lips.

Tom Matheny: I...okay. We'll be right back...

And we fade on the confused Tom Matheny, trying to understand the meaning of what Kira said.

GRUDGE MATCH
ANGELA JAMESON vs. DAN HERRERA

We come back from commercial to new music!



When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain. He gives a head nod to the fans and begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on him.

Dick Morosi: Right now, we've got Dan Herrera here. Dan is the former owner of GDW, and he made his presence known at Battle Without Honor or Humanity, where he almost interfered in Brandon Banks and Adrien Cochrane's match.

Seth Ericson: Well considering who he's facing now, I can't help but thing he's drawn some serious ire now....



As Dan makes his way to the ring he slaps hands with the fans on either side of the entrance-way. He gets to the ring and walks up the ropes. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Once in the ring he walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin.

David Zinkus: Introducing first… DAAAAAAN…... HERRRRRRRERAAAAAA!!!

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



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

David Zinkus: And his opponent…. AAAAANGELAAAAAA…. JAAAAAAAAMESOOOOOON!!

The bell has barely rung when Jameson and Herrera move in on each other. The two begin exchanging blows, a wild look crossing Jamesons’ face. Her fists become claws and before Herrera knows it, she’s attempting to scratch his face off.

Seth Ericson: Go ahead, Angela! Rip his face apart, he doesn’t need it for anything!

Dick Morosi: I think Dan’s girlfriend would disagree with that.

Herrera attempts to swat off Jameson's claws, but to no success. In desperation, Herrera chops Jameson hard across the chest. This causes the fans to rain down boos on Herrera, who looks around. He shakes his head and seeing Jameson recover quickly moves in for another chop. He continues this, despite the boos of the crowd.

Jameson screams in pain under the constant blows of Herrera’s heavy hand. Desperately, she reaches out and rakes him across the eyes. Herrera is forced to back away, rubbing his eyes momentarily. Jameson bounces off the ropes and attempts to knock Herrera off his feet with a clothesline. The height/weight difference favors Herrera here, forcing Jameson to drop down and take him out by the legs. Herrera crashes to the mat.

Jameson jumps to her feet and starts to curb stomp Herrera wildly, letting out strange screams, unintelligible screams with each boot. Herrera can’t do much else but cover his face and attempt to roll out of the danger zone. Jameson drops down to her hands and knees and begins a series of slaps and punches, still aimless, just looking to hit any part of his flesh she can. The ref attempts to pull her off, but she turns towards him, eyes blazing and hisses.

Dick Morosi: Angela Jameson is acting more like an animal than an athlete right now! The bad blood between these two runs deep and it shows!

Seth Ericson: This is hot… I should be recording this for later use…

Dick Morosi: No one needs to know about your spank bank.

Jameson turns round back to Herrera to continue her attack, but Herrera took the moment of distraction to pull himself under the ropes. Jameson attempts an attack but the ref hurries over and loudly begins the five count. Jameson glares at him and reluctantly backs away. Herrera slides out of the ring and takes a few deep breaths. This gets him heckled mercilessly by the entire of #SectionB, who give him thumbs down and jeer him.

Jameson, watching the entire thing as the ref continues the ten count, poses and taunts Herrera, which causes the crowd to cheer loudly. She smirks and hunches down, motioning for Herrera to get back into the ring. Herrera hesitates, untrusting of Jameson. Jameson, growing impatient, charges across the ring and flies over the top rope, crashing into Herrera, forcing him into the barricade.

The ref continues to count as Jameson recommences her assault on Herrera outside of the ring. She grabs him be the head and using all her weight, forces him into the barricade again. Herrera bounces off it and attempts to stumble away. Jameson, feeling the bloodlust now, runs up behind him and bulldogs him right into the ring post.

The ref hollers at them to get back into the ring. Jameson rolls in to break the count and rolls back out. As she’s sliding out, Herrera gains some of his momentum back and grabs her by the legs. Falling back, he forces her neck into the ring ropes. Jameson bounces against the ropes, grabbing her neck as she falls back against the mat. Herrera hurries back into the ring while he can and continues his offensive with a standing elbow drop. Taking a chance, he goes for the cover.

One…


Two…


No!

Dick Morosi: Herrera taking a risk, but it’s going to take a lot more than that to keep Jameson down!

Herrera rolls away, getting back to his feet. Jameson is slightly stunned as she gets shakily to her knees. Herrera rushes forward and delivers a knee right ot Jameson's face, sending her right back down to the mat. Herrera looks down and drops down to try again for the pin.

One…


Two…


Thr-No!

Jameson kicks out aggressively this time. Herrera jumps back to his feet and begins stomping specifically on her right shoulder.

Seth Ericson: Dan wisely targets the shoulder that fell prey to a previous injury.

Herrera drops and quickly slaps Jameson into a Fujiwara Armbar. Jameson cries out in agony, desperately dragging her weight as well as Herrera’s to the ropes. She reaches out with every fiber of her being as Herrera tightens the hold. She barely manages to get her foot on the bottom rope.

The ref begins the count to break the hold. Herrera keeps it locked until the count of four. He looks down at Jameson, a small cocky smirk crossing his face. The cockiness on his face only seems to push Jameson’s will further and she manages to bring up her free arm and use the elbow to connect up against the side of Herrera’s head catching him by surprise. He breaks the hold trying to catch his own bearings as Jameson slowly staggers back up onto her feet and goes running towards him delivering another powerful elbow to the side of his head.

Herrera is thrown against the ropes. As he's bounced backed, Jameson comes off the middle rope and nails him with a beautiful hurricanrana. Jameson is quick onto her feet as Herrera crashes hard against the mat and she rushes forward looking to making the pinfall attempt, however Herrera still has enough strength inside of himself to push back up onto his feet and knock Jameson down with a short effective clothesline. Jameson is trying to get back up onto her feet as Herrera is stalking around her in a slow circle trying to anticipate her next move. He lunges forward and Jameson sends an elbow up against the side of his head to keep him away.

Herrera holds onto his head as Jameson moves in quickly and she catches Herrera by surprise with a roll up pinfall attempt. The referee quickly get down to make the count.


One…


Two…


...Three!

The bell rings and Jameson jumps up onto her feet as the referee raises her hand in victory and even she appears to be surprised over having scored this victory with a rollup pinfall attempt.

David Zinkus: Here is your winner, Angelaaaaaa Jameson!

WINNER: Angela Jameson

Dick Morosi: Angela swung a surprise victory right there!

Seth Ericson: Dan Herrera has to be fuming! He came so close, but he came here and lost a match he issued a challenge for while also losing to his ex-employee!

Dick Morosi: I'm sure somewhere, Andreas Lasiewicz is smiling. In the meantime, let's head backstage.

The scene cuts to the backstage area where the blonde Sweedish beauty who has taken Twitter over by storm, Brigitte Kelley is seen talking with Tiffani Stearns and Maggie Rourke. As they converse, the trio is greeted by none other than EXODUS Pro's Director, Jonathan Collins.

Jonathan Collins: So, um...Ms. Kelley, I believe you're here asking about employment?

Brigitte Kelley: Ja! Ja! I speak with you, yes?

Brigitte jumps up quickly and grabs Jonathan's hand and shakes it eagerly.

Jonathan Collins: That's the plan. Did you bring your credentials for me to look at?

Brigitte reaches into her over sized purse and produces a tan folder. She holds it out to Jonathan, nodding eagerly.

Brigitte Kelley: Ja, I bring paperwork and portfolio.

Her brows scrunch together with concern.

The Director of the company starts looking things over, when suddenly, he is bumped into by the official EXODUS Legal Advisor, Harvey Q. Birdman. His files and Brigitte's paperwork and portfolio go flying everywhere, which apparently also included scandalous pictures of the Scandanavian beauty.

Harvey Birdman: Hey Johnny, gotta watch where you're---oh, well hello.

Harvey adjusts his lapels and gives her a look with a grin and a wiggle of the eyebrows. Brigitte beams at Harvey and grabs his hand.

Brigitte Kelley: Slutligen, vi träffas äntligen! Hallå Birdman!!!

Harvey Birdman: I'm Harvey Birdman...say, do you have legal representation?

Brigitte seems genuinely confused by the question.

Brigitte Kelley: I... Do not believe so?

Harvey's eyes instantly widen and he looks at Jon.

Harvey Birdman: ...hire her. PLEASE. Do this as a favor for me, Johnny? I need some help since Pond decided to hold me at gunpoint and sign a waiver to never have her do legal work again. It was the most arousing thing ever, but I need more help!

Brigitte looks completely amused. She looks between Jonathan and Harvey, clearly unsure of what to do. Suddenly, she rips her top off and grabs her legal appears and licks them seductively.

Brigitte Kelley: I be assistant to Birdman? Law is sexy!

She reorganizes her portfolio and holds of out for someone to take, smiling sweetly. Meanwhile, Jonathan looks at the sight in front of him, which now includes Brigitte licking legal documents and Harvey reaching for nipple clamps in his pocket.

Jonathan Collins: ....fine, you're hired. Just...don't make a mess.

Harvey Birdman: YES! Johnny, you are awesome!

Brigitte starts bouncing up and down happily, clapping her hands and squealing. She hugs Jonathan then turns and hugs Harvey.

Brigitte Kelley: Tack! Tack så mycket!

Jonathan Collins just shakes his head and walks off, leaving the two to celebrate as we cut to commercial.

As the show comes back from commercials, the camera fades up in the locker room. Wulf Erikssen, in his adapted TROUBLE tee and denim shants, stands in the centre of the room, with a cardboard box resting on the bench in front of him. Stacey-X, in her black cut off top and torn skinny fit jeans, leans against one of the lockers.

Stacey-X: What’s in that thing, anyway?

Wulf Erikssen: I told you, it’s our secret weapon.

Stacey-X: That hardly clarifies things.

Wulf Erikssen: It wasn’t meant to.

Stacey-X: Meanie.

The door swings open. Standing in the open doorway, well, to be more accurate, filling the open doorway, stands Steve Lenton, in his TROUBLE branded ring attire.

Steve Lenton: Big Bad Wulf, are you ready to come with the Big L to kick some monstrous Japanese ass?

Wulf claps his hands together.

Wulf Erikssen: Yes. No. Nearly. Come in here a minute.

Steve looks wistfully down the corridor, before sighing, and entering the looker room. He notices Stacey, seemingly for the time.

Steve Lenton: Hey Stacey.

Stacey-X: Hi sweetie.

Wulf Erikssen: Now, Steve, that message you sent me a couple of days ago really got me thinking. And you’re right, you know? Like it or not, we’ve got a war on our hands. And thanks to upstairs, they’ve landed it right on our doorsteps. We are the front line. So, my good friend, I have followed your advice.

Wulf starts opening the box, as Steve stands, a slightly bemused look on his face.

Steve Lenton: The Big L is unsure what advice he is supposed to have given.

Wulf Erikssen: Well, Big Steve, I’ve brought my helmet.

Wulf extracts a large, metal helmet from the cardboard box. It’s almost conical in shape, steel in colour, with bronze trimming running up a seem in the centre. An eye guard form part of the front of the helmet, almost looking like a domino mask. A neck guard extends down from the rear of the helmet. Most apparent, however, are the two large horns that protrude from either side of the helmet, each with a bronze tip. He puts it on as Steve nods appreciatively, whilst Stacey just sighs. Wulf looks at her.

Wulf Erikssen: Oi, what you sighing at? I’m a Viking, so I get a Viking helmet.

Stacey-X: You do know that viking’s didn’t wear horned helmets, right?

Wulf Erikssen: Hey, who’s the one who’s actually descended from the Vikings in this room? Me. Who’s helmet is this? Mine. Ergo, Viking Helmet. So Steve, what do you think?

Steve lets out a hearty laught.

Steve Lenton: The Big L approves. The Big L is just a bit disappointed he didn’t bring a helmet.

As soon as the words are out his mouth, Stacey starts shaking her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, almost as if she knows what is coming.

Wulf Erikssen: Aha! Lucky for you, my massive friend, I have planned ahead! Dib dib dib and all that.

Wulf reaches back into the box, and extracts another item. This item, slightly more spherical than the last, is a deep green in hue. It seems substantially more plain than the first helmet, save for four golden stars that are resting on the front, three in a row just above the rim, and a single star sat atop of them. Wulf reaches up, and places it on Lenton’s head, leaving the leather straps hanging loose on either side of his head.

Wulf Erikssen: Stacey, may I present to you, the Big Gener-L!

Stacey: That’s a terrible pun.

Wulf turns back to Steve.

Wulf Erikssen: So, big guy, what do you think? Shall we go out there, and show these invaders what happens when you tread on our soil?

Steve is just stood there, staring at his reflection in the room’s sole mirror. He wipes a small, almost imperceptible, tear from the corner of his eye. He straightens up.

Steve Lenton: The Big L thinks this is the greatest helmet he has ever seen. The Big L... no, The Big Gener-L says it’s time we go out there, take DESTROY ALL HUMANS!, bend them over, spread their cheeks nice and wide, light a fuse, and send them rocketing back to the Far East! Because these two may be here looking to find a way to get in our heads, but they’ve found themselves in something completely different.

Steve and Wulf: TROUBLE.

The two men headbutt each each other, the steel of their helmets ringing out as they clash, both men starting to laugh. Sighing, Stacey heads over to the dressing room door, opening it for the pair as they head out into the corridor, and down towards the ring. The camera focuses on her a moment more, as a slight smile plays over her faces, before she closes the door. The camera hangs for a second or two, before crossfading back to Dick and Seth at ringside.

Dick Morosi: Sounds like the Tag Team Champions know what they're up against.

Seth Ericson: It's good to know that Trouble take them seriously.

Dick Morosi: They better, because Trouble meets Destroy All Humans...NEXT!

TAG TEAM NON-TITLE MATCH
TROUBLE (Wulf Erikssen & Steve Lenton, EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions) vs. DESTROY ALL HUMANS! (Emi Watanabe & Ryuji Kamigawa)

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

The arena lights fade to black, and soon, the only light in the arena is that of cell phones, small pinpricks of light in the darkness. After a few moments, though, it becomes clear that there's a clustered concentration of them in the upper deck of the arena.

THAT, of course, only means one thing: the arrival of the band of demons and deities known as Gods & Monsters.

Moments later, the opening lyrics to the theme song of a cartoon from before the lifespans of most of those in the RIMAC begin to play, revealing to all just which Gods & Monsters are on their way to the squared circle.

UP FROM THE DEPTHS!
THIRTY STORIES HIGH!
BREATHING FIRE!
HIS HEAD IN THE SKY!
GODZILLA! GODZILLA! GODZILLA!

Before the lame ass part of the song about Godzuki can ruin the mood, the song suddenly shifts, slamming directly into the lyrics of Gods & Monsters' anthem, "Pulse of the Maggots."

I fight for the unconventional
My right, and its unconditional

From behind the curtain emerge three figures. Leading the way to the ring is Minoru Ishii, the twenty-year old translator of the beastly woman stomping to the ring behind him. She is, of course, Emi Watanabe, the so-called "Human Kaiju," dressed for battle in G&M t-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. Bringing up the rear is the anchor of the trio, one Ryuji Kamigawa, the "G&M" tattooed on his chest making his allegiance clear for all time.

I can only, be as real as i can
The disadvantage is
I never knew the plan

Minoru excepted, they seem to enjoy the hate, welcoming it with open arms while raising fists of solidarity to the upper deck of the RIMAC. With little fanfare, they march towards the squared circle, Ishii taking up his spot at ringside timidly.

David Zinkus: On their way to the ring at this time!

This isn't the way just to be a martyr
I cant, walk alone any longer
I fight, for the ones who can't fight
And if I lose, at least I tried

David Zinkus: Accompanied to the ring by translator Minoru Ishii, they represent GODS & MONSTERS! First, from Nagasaki, Japan, standing six feet, one inches tall, and weighing in at two-hundred nineteen pounds, she is the HUMAN KAIJU, WATANABE EMI! And her partner, from Osaka, Japan, standing six feet, five inches tall, and weighing three-hundred twelve pounds...THE GOD IN WHITE, KAMIGAWA RYUJI! Together, they are...DESTROY! ALL! HUUUUUUUUUUMANS!

The monstrous duo stomp up the ring steps, settling back into their corner with broad, wicked grins on their faces.

We, we are the new diabolic
We, we are the bitter bucolic
If I have to give my life you can have it
We, we are the pulse of the maggots

As the song fades out, Kamigawa and Watanabe exchange a brief moment of strategy, before Ryuji steps out to the ring apron to allow Watanabe to start the contest.

David Zinkus: And their opponents...

The arena lights fade to black. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Suddenly, at full volume, Can You Dig It? (Iron Man 3 Main Titles) kicks in, with the entrance lights alternating between Royal Blue, and Red and White as the first 8 stings of the track play. On the final sting, pyros fire from either side of the entranceway explode, columns of sparks, as Steve Lenton, Wulf Erikssen and Stacey-X enter the arena. Wulf is wearing a Viking helmet, whilst Steven has a military helmet adorned with Generals stars. A Tron for the pair begins to play, short bursts of action punctuated by stills of the pair in various situations. Steve moves to the right of the entrance way, his title belt worn around his waist, Wulf to the left, his fan autographed belt strapped across his chest like a bandolier, with Stacey remaining in the middle. Each man raises a solitary arm in salute to the crowd, as Stacey raises both arms to indicate both performers.

David Zinkus: Introducing, weighing in at a combined weight of 481 lbs, “Big L” Steve Lenton... “Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... they are your EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions, THEY... ARE... TROUBLE!

Both men head down the ramp, Steve with his trademark strut, Wulf giving high fives to the crowd as he passes. As they reach the ring, Steve stops for a moment, reaching out to the sides to allow the fans to reach in and touch him, whilst Wulf slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Steve quickly climbs onto the apron, and straight up the turnbuckle, whilst Wulf runs up to the diagonally opposite corner. Both men unstrap their belts whilst atop the turnbuckles, and hold them high above their head. Meanwhile, Stacey walks around the ring to the teams corner. They each point to their helmets, then the pair drop down into the ring, meeting in the centre where they greet each other with a chest bump, handing their belts to the referee, before peeling off back to their corner to strategise. They take their helmets off, and hand them to Stacey outside the ring. After a few moments of conversation, Wulf exits through the ropes, letting Lenton start the match up.

Dick Morosi: Gods And Monsters have started their reign of terror, their assault on EXODUS, in full force. DESTROY ALL HUMANS! have landed, and are looking at smashing their way through the company. Their only issue? The welcoming party are our tag team champions, TROUBLE.

Seth Ericson: Now I may not be 100% pro-TROUBLE, but I am pro-having a job, and if G&M get their way, I may not any more. Let’s hope these clowns can pull it out of the bag.

D’Artis Johnson calls for the bell, with Lenton still addressing Wulf in their corner. Emi charges straight off the bat, but stops dead in her tracks a few feet away as Steve spins on the spot, fixing her with a hard stare. Locking eyes, the two begin to slowly circle each other, ever slowly making their way to the centre of the ring. Wearily, Steve starts to raise his arms, and Watanabe eagerly lifts hers, locking up for a test of strength. Each tries to budge the other, but with no joy, until out of frustration Emi breaks the hold, backing off a moment as she lets out a roar of frustration. Suddenly, she charges back in, almost taking Lenton unawares as the pair lock up. Her added momentum seems to give her the advantage for a split second, but Lenton proves immovable, and once more she breaks the hold, screaming straight as The Big L in frustration. Once more she charges in, but Steve uses her frustration against her, quickly transitioning the collar-and-elbow hold into a Headlock. Not missing a beat, Watanabe launches into the offensive, charging Lenton into the ropes, and using the momentum to catapult him across the ring. As he comes back, she goes for a Shoulder Block, only to be caught by a massive Shoulder Block from The Big L.

Dick Morosi: Emi Watanabe is doing her damnedest to prove her strength. The only problem is the person she’s matched up with right now is The Big L.

Watanabe smacks the mat with her palm, and gets straight back to her feet. You can practically see steam come off of her, her anger is so apparent. She locks eyes with Lenton, rage written on every facet of her face. She stands there, in the centre of the ring, just staring at Steve. For his part, Lenton seems uncertain of how to proceed, cautiously moving about the ring. Emi just turns to face him at every angle. Cautiously, Steve offers his hands for yet another test of strength, and Watanabe looks like she’ll accept, until at the last moment she drives a knee to his midsection. With Lenton doubled over, she hoists him up by the waist in a gutwrench, before sitting down sharply, driving him into the mat with an Inverted Sidewalk Slam.

Seth Ericson: I’ve not see someone get under the Big L’s skin like this before.

Emi roars in delight, as she quickly gets back to a vertical base. Lenton’s not far behind, getting himself upright and taking a few steps back. She smiles, apparently satisfied at having proven herself the stronger of the pair. She leans forward, and lets loose a primal roar right at Lenton. Lenton raises an eyebrow, and shrugs, before lashing out with an open palmed right hand, right across her cheek. Her head snaps to the side, before coming straight back around, her having barely moved an inch. Lenton seems a little shocked.

Dick Morosi: There aren’t a lot of people who can take a hit from the Big L and not budge an inch. Watanabe may be exactly what G&M claim, a Human Kaiju.

As Steve stares on in disbelief, Watanabe lashes out with a boot, hitting Lenton square in the gut. With Steve now doubled over, she starts unleashing Clubbing Forearms to his exposed back, holding his head in place with her left as she goes to town with her right. She’s unrelenting, hitting with blow after blow, before grabbing a hold of Lenton a lifting him up, across her chest. With another colossal roar, she lifts him slightly higher, before bringing his crashing down with a Front Powerslam.

Seth Ericson: EARTHQUAKE WARNING!

She stands, looking at Steve as he shakes out the cobwebs on the floor, and quickly strikes with a Double Stomp to the Big L’s chest. Smirking, she steps back, allowing Steve to slowly pull himself back up using the corner turnbuckles. As he gets upright, semi-collapsed into the corner, she steps forward, letting rip with another roar in Lenton’s face. Lenton stops a moment, and looks out to the crowd. Immediately, the crowd responds, with a “Start some TROUBLE” chant starting from somewhere in Section B, and quickly taking hold. Emi steps back, and raises a single hand, fingers outstretched, beckoning the Big L forward.

Dick Morosi: Watanabe yet again wanting to prove she is the strongest in that ring.

Seth Ericson: Some women are just single minded, Dick.

Dick Morosi: That’s a bit sexist, Seth.

Slowly, egged on by the crowd, Lenton reaches out with his own hand, locking fingers with Watanabe. She snaps out her other hand, nodding with her head for him to take it. Slowly, he does so, and as soon as their fingers are interlocked, she charges forward, ramming her chest into his, trying to get the advantage. Straining, the two struggle once more to gain the upper hand, but with no joy. With a grunt of effort, Steve takes a half step back, before ramming his chest into hers, trying to get any advantage he can. The extra seems to be enough, as Steve breaks the hold, pull Emi in, and brings her down to the mat with a massive Spinebuster. The crowd roars in delight, as Steve gets back to his feet, and gives the crowd a cocky smile as he spreads his arms. Emi, once more slamming the mat with her palm in frustration, gets back to her feet. Steve lifts his arms, inviting her to try the test of strength once more, but receives another kick to the midsection for his trouble, followed by a hard Clubbing Forearm, driving him back towards the ropes.

Seth Ericson: Watanabe has had enough of games, it seems.

Driving Lenton into the ropes, she takes him buy the arm and whips him across the ring, quickly launching herself into the ropes in pursuit, launching herself at Lenton as he returns and taking him down with a huge Running Lariat. Lenton quickly crawls to the corner, and pulls himself up, only to have Watanabe straight back on him with a Clubbing Forearm. She tries to whip him to opposite corner, but he reverses, and sends her running, and as she lands back first in the corner immediately hits her with a Leaping Splash, driving the wind out of her.

Seth Ericson: There are a lot of women who’d love for the Big L to do that to them, but I bet Watanabe isn’t one of them.

Lenton drags the winded Watanabe out of the corner, and hooks her up for a Vertical Suplex. With a nod to the crowd, he goes for the lift, but she blocks it. He goes for it once more, getting her off of her feet before she can block it. He holds her aloft for a few moments, and letting go with one hand, signals for the crowd to start counting.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Emi starts kicking her legs, and shaking his head, Lenton brings her back down to the mat hard.

Dick Morosi: Only a four count for the Big L. He’s not going to be happy with that.

Lenton floats over for the pin!

ONE

Watanabe kicks out.

Dick Morosi: I think Lenton knew that wasn’t going to be enough, but you can’t blame him for trying.

Both get quickly back to their feet, slowly backing away from one another, sizing each other up. Suddenly, Watanabe charges forward, and ducking down, looks to be going for a Spear. Lenton braces, and stops her in her tracks. Here, her true intention becomes clear, as she gets drives her shoulder into her stomach and charges him hard into the DESTROY ALL HUMANS! corner, were the waiting Ryuji Kamigawa eagerly tags himself in on her back.

Seth Ericson: Oh no, here comes the “God In White”.

Kamigawa quickly enters, and the pair both start Clubbing Lenton in the corner, whilst the D’Artis shouts at them to break it up. He starts counting. As he reaches four, Watanabe breaks off, whilst Kamigawa continues, roaring right in the face of the referee, causing him to back up. Smirking, Watanabe exits the ring, as Kamigawa hoists the dazed Lenton up onto his shoulder. Effortlessly, he carries the Big L on his shoulder to the centre of the ring, before dropping hard to his knees, connecting with the Jigoku-no-Jitte!

Dick Morosi: God damn, I think he may have broken Lenton in half.

Lenton, obviously struggling, gets himself up on all fours. Sick smirk on his face, Kamigawa steps up, and swings hard with his boot, but the Big L catches it, and with a massive effort, twists, taking Kamigawa down with a Dragon Screw! Not wasting a beat, he dives for his corner, catching Wulf’s outstretched hand by the tips of his fingers!

Seth Ericson: The Barroom Hero in the ring. The position is reversed now, with Kamigawa having a massive size advantage over the scrappy Brit.

Kamigawa is back standing, dead in the centre of the ring, inviting Wulf to advance, his arms spread wide open. Wulf advances, trying to lock up with the big man, but Ryuji effortlessly shoves him back. Wulf bides his time in the corner, and stretches out his neck, whilst Kamigawa just remains in the middle, inviting him forward once more. Wulf charges forward, trying to knock the big man off balance, but Kamigawa weathers the blow, and almost effortlessly lives Erikssen up and above his head, holding him high in a Military Press. Giving a roar, he presses Wulf up and down a few times, before dropping him forward, sticking his knee forward, delivering a massive Military Press Chestbreaker. Effortlessly, he lifts the doubled up Wulf off of his knee, and straight back up into another Military Press. Wulf, however, seems to have been playing possum, and wriggles free, drops behind Kamigawa, grabbing his shoulders as he drops, driving his knees into Ryuji’s back and pulling him backwards into a Double Knee Backbreaker.

Dick Morosi: And there’s the momentum shift! But can Wulf capitalise?

Both men get straight back up, and Wulf knocks Kamigawa back down with a Dropkick. Both men up, but Wulf spins as he gets up, and takes Kamigawa down with a Discus Clothesline! Kamigawa rolls out under the bottom rope, trying to regain his breath, but Wulf spots him, and testing the ropes for leverage launches himself flying over the top rope, taking down the unsuspecting Kamigawa with a Springboard Crossbody!

Seth Ericson: And we’re fighting on the outside!

Both men are dazed on the outside, struggling to react to Johnson’s count. Groggily, Wulf gets to his feet, and starts dragging Kamigawa upright. Eyeing up the ringpost, Wulf tries to whip Ryuji into it, but Kamigawa reverse it, and drags Wulf back into a massive Short-Arm Clothesline. Stacey rushes around the ring to check on Wulf, but D’Artis hops out of the ring, and cuts her off. Whilst his attention is diverted, Emi drops off the apron, and help Kamigawa pull Wulf up and over their heads, in a double Military Press, before throwing him back into the ring through the ropes. The referee turns back around, just in time to see Watanabe climb back into her corner, and Kamigawa climb up onto the apron, and into the ring over the top rope. As he gets in the ring, he takes Erikssen by the scruff of the neck, dragging him to his feet. He hooks him up, and hoists him in the air in a Vertical Suplex, before twisting him as he drops him, connecting with a Rib breaker. He goes for the pin.

ONE

TW-

Wulf gets a shoulder up. Emotionlessly, Ryuji drags the smaller man upright, and one firm hand on the back of his head steers him to the DAH! corner, tagging in Watanabe. Each DAH! member slaps a hand around Wulf’s throat, before hoisting him aloft and slamming him down with a Double Chokeslam. Kamigawa exits, as Watanabe drags Wulf upright, grabbing a fistful of Mohican to do pull him upright. Smirking, she wrenches her head back, and brings it back down with a massive headbutt. Wulf barely shows any effect, instead seeming to get invigorated by it, and Emi seems to show ill effect from the move. Shaking her head out, she tries again, only achieving the same result. Roaring, she tries one last time, only for Wulf to laugh in her face, before rattling back with a massive Headbutt of his own, sending Watanabe crashing down to the mat. She gets straight back to her feet, only for Wulf to head her off, and catch her with a double underhook. The crowd roars as they realise what’s about to occur, and as his head crashes down on hers in the Trapping Headbutts, they count along with them.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN!

With the tenth headbutt, Wulf lets go, sending her crashing to the mat. He falls into the ropes, a little groggy, but raises his arm to a massive cheer from the crowd.

Dick Morosi: Emi learned the hard way, when it comes to hard heads, they don’t come much harder than that of Wulf Erikssen.

Staggering across the ring, Wulf retreats to his corner, tagging Steve Lenton back in, and quickly leaving the ring. Lenton waits in the corner, stamping his boot, imploring Emi to stand, which she does. Slowly, groggily. Eventually, she’s upright, and Lenton launches out of the corner like a freight train. Dizzily, Emi turns, straight into a BLITZ! From Steve!

Seth Ericson: I think Lenton just took Watanabe out of her boots.

Lenton goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

Kickout! Lenton picks her up, but she grabs a leg as she comes up, forcing him up onto one foot, struggling to keep control. Getting the better of him, she charges him into the corner, repeatedly driving her shoulder into Lenton’s stomach in the corner, before standing up, and tagging Ryuji back in. Lenton flops out of the corner, straight onto his front. Seemlessly, Ryuji steps over him, and lifts Emi up and over with a Back Body Drop, letting her land on Lenton with a massive Senton. Emi climbs out of the ring, as Kamigawa goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

TH-

Kickout! Kamigawa, manhandling Lenton, gets him up, before sending him crashing back down with a Front Powerslam. Once more, Kamigawa hoists Lenton back up, only to be caught off guard as Steve bursts out of nowhere with a Spinebuster, sending Ryuji down into the mat. Now back in control, Lenton hoists Kamigawa to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. Bouncing off the ropes, Lenton charges at him, going for a Game Changer, only for Ryuji to duck it, and spin, and as Steve comes off the opposite ropes, takes him down with a Big Boot! He goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

Shoulder up! Roaring, Kamigawa lifts Lenton up, sending him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, then catching him as he comes back with a massive Powerslam, following up with another pin.

ONE

TWO

Kickout! Frustrated, Ryuji returns to his corner, tagging in Watanabe, exiting the ring as she approaches the stricken Lenton. Turning him over, she straddles him, and locks in a Straight-Jacket Camel Clutch in the middle of the ring. Lenton screams as he tries to power through the hold, the ref on the mat next to him, checking for any sign of submission. Emi tries rocking a little, trying to get more tension in the hold. Slowly, Lenton starts moving his legs, beginning to draw them under himself, and starting to lift himself up. Realising she’s in trouble, she release one of the arms, and leaning forward manages to tag Ryuji back into the ring. Lenton hasn’t seen, and as he finally gets upright Emi releases the hold, dropping to a crouch as Ryuji charges forward, hitting a massive Clothesline, sending Steve crashing over the back of Watanabe to a chorus of boos from the crowd. As Emi crawls out of the ring, Ryuji follows up with a Standing Spash.

Dick Morosi: Lenton just can’t seem to catch a break here, and DESTROY ALL HUMANS! seem firmly in control.

Kamigawa back to his feet, and pulling Lenton up. With a massive effort, Ryuji lifts Steve up in a Military Press, only for Lenton to roll out of it, dropping behind Kamigawa. As his feet kiss the floor, he locks in a waistlock, and connects with a German Suplex! The crowd is on their feet, imploring Lenton to get the tag. Slowly, he gets to this knees, and angling to his corner, dives forward, and catches the outstretched hand of Erikssen, eliciting a loud cheer from the crowd! Erikssen hits the ring at a rate of knots, quickly hitting a running Elbow Drop on the stricken Ryuji, followed by a Knee Drop, and then a Handstand Leg Drop!

Seth Ericson: Wait, what? Was that a handstand? From Wulf Erikssen? WHAT?

Wulf goes for the pin!

ONE

Ryuji powers Wulf off with a Body Press! Both men quickly to their feet, and Wulf charges forward, only to be taken down with a Big Boot! Ryuji pulls Wulf up, and hooks him up in the ropes, tying his arms up in them. Taking a few steps back into the middle of the ring, he roars, and charges forward, going for a modified Champagne Call, but at the last moment Wulf drops down, bringing the ropes with him, allowing Kamigawa to go crashing to the outside. With a roar, Watanabe signals to Minoru, who jumps up onto the apron. The D’Artis comes over, and starts remonstrating with Minoru as Watanabe climbs into the ring. She pulls a fork out of her boot, holding it up high for the crowd to see. With unbound aggression, she drives it into Wulf’s forehead, whilst Minoru retains the ref’s attention. She doesn’t notice, however, as Lenton climbs into the ring behind her, and as she turns, he charges forward, taking her down with an adapted 3:00! The ref is still busy with Minoru, as in slides Kamigawa, Sledgehammer in hand!

Dick Morosi: Oh my God! Where did Ryuji get that? And more importantly, what does he intend to do with it?

As Lenton gets up, Kamigawa charges forward, driving the hammer into the skull of Lenton. Steve crashes backward, his head hitting the ring post between two of the turnbuckle pads slightly awkwardly. Kamigawa holds the hammer high above his head, as Wulf Erikssen, bleeding from the cut on his forehead, eventually frees himself from the ropes. Stalking Kamigawa, he strikes leaping up and locking in the Monster Killer!

Seth Ericson: Wulf with the Monster Killer! Everyone else is down! If he can get it fully locked in, this may be it! If only the ref would pay attention.

As if hearing Ericson’s words, Stacey-X has crept up behind Minoru Ishii, and with remarkable dexterity she reaches up, grabbing his waist band, and pulls down his trousers! Quickly realising his predicament, and growing red from his exposed Tighty Whities, he drops off the apron to try and dress himself, with Stacey pointing and laughing at his juvenile underwear. The ref turns, and sees Emi and Steve both out on the mat, as well as the discarded hammer and fork. More importantly, he sees Wulf, who has the Monster Killer locked in tight, and is just pulling Ryuji down to his knees. Kamigawa is struggling to stay conscious, as he gets onto both knee, Wulf locks in the Bodyscissors, completing the hold as Kamigawa falls sideways onto the mat! The D’Artis checks for a submission, but there’s no response. He lifts the arm once... It falls! He lifts it once more... It falls! He lifts it for for what could be the final time... it stays upright... but for only a moment, and it falls! He calls for the bell!

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners in this match, by way of submission... “The Big L” Steve Lenton... “The Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... TROUBLE!

WINNERS: TROUBLE (Wulf Erikssen & Steve Lenton)

Wulf releases the hold as the bell rings!

Dick Morosi: TROUBLE have done it! It was a bigger task that anyone could have imagined, but they did it!

Seth Ericson: That may be, but I think The Big L may be in a bad way.

Wulf lifts his arms in celebration, as Can You Dig It plays over the PA system, but then notices that Steve isn’t moving. He grabs D’Artis, and they both start checking Steve. DESTROY ALL HUMANS! are both beginning to stir, as the ring bell starts ringing, summoning the EMTs to the ring!

Dick Morosi: Lenton took a hell of a knock into that ringpost, Seth. I’d be surprised if he was still conscious.

Stacey is in the ring too, both her and Wulf trying to get through to Steve as D’Artis co-ordinates the EMTs. The crowd draw silent as they slide a back board into the ring, and Wulf helps delicately lift Steve onto it. As Wulf stands back up, he turns, looking straight into the faces of DESTROY ALL HUMANS!, who are both up, and advancing on the EMT group. Wulf stands, arms spread, trying to shield everyone behind him as Emi and Ryuji advance.

Seth Ericson: This is sick! Lenton is seriously hurt. These two need to leave him be.

Suddenly, “Can’t Kill Us” by Glitch Mob, and out from the entranceway charges Heather Halliwell!

Dick Morosi: Wait, that’s not Heather’s theme. That’s...

Close behind her, out comes Fiona Rourke, Adrien Cochrane, Zero McHannon, Angela Jameson and Blake Jones! Some are in their ring gear, some still in their street gear, but all headed straight for the ring. DAH! stop in their tracks, regarding the newcomers wearily, as they all charge into the ring. The six stars form a line across the ring diagonally, bisecting it, separating DAH! from the EMT crew.

Seth Ericson: Amazing. Here are members of the locker room, all turning out to stand against G&M here. This isn’t a Seikigun thing, this is a Big L thing. Look, we’ve even got Heather standing alongside Zero and Fiona here, and god knows she’s enough history with each of them. They’re not here on the attack, they’re here to protect a friend.

Growling at the newcomers, Ryuji signals to Emi and Minoru, and the threesome leave, through the ropes, ignoring the jeers of the crowd as they go. All the way out, they keep their gazes fixed on the ring, never breaking their intense stare. All the while, Wulf is tending to Steve, assisting the EMTs. As DAH! leave the arena, Stacey starts thanking the 6 wrestlers who came to their aid, and to a massive cheer from the crowd Zero, Adrien, Blake and Wulf help carry the stricken Lenton out of the ring, and onto the waiting gurney.

Dick Morosi: And that’s the strength of the EXODUS locker room, people. We stick up for our friends here. The crowd are giving The Big L a standing ovation here as he’s carted up the ramp. Folks, we'll be right back.

The scene opens up in the backstage area after commercials, where the cameras find the woman known by many as The Fallen Angel, Angela Jameson, walking down the hall. Dressed in her purple and black entrance robe, her crystal blue eyes are narrowed in focus as she mentally prepares herself for her upcoming RIMAC debut. As she rounds the corner, she stops as she hears a noise behind her. Turning around, she looks down the hall she was just walking, only to find it empty.

Angela Jameson: Is someone there?

As Angela turns back to the direction she was originally facing, she is shocked to see the Reverend Jerry Matthews standing a few feet in front of her, clad in an all-white suit. He is sporting an ironic smile, his eyes reflecting what may be malicious intent.

Jerry Matthews: How are your nerves, Miss Jameson? I imagine you’re a real cocktail of emotions right now.

Matthews laughs to himself, while Jameson returns the taunt with a steely glare.

Angela Jameson: What exactly do you want, Jerry? I have a match in a few minutes, one that I would like to finish getting ready for.

Jerry Matthews: Why to wish you good luck, of course, Angela. I’ve made it no secret that claiming revenge on those who have wronged you is a key tenet of my ministry. And, tonight, I’m pulling for you against Dan Herrera. How else can I hope to avenge my ministry limousine?

Angela can’t help but smirk as she thinks back to what became of his prized limousine.

Angela Jameson: That was some of my finest work I must say. But as far as your claims about getting revenge for what happened? Whatever helps you sleep at night.

Jerry Matthews: You’re not the only one who knows how to handle a sledgehammer, Angela. Dan Herrera should be the last thing you’re worrying about, because soon, you will feel my sting. That I can assure you.

Without so much as another word, Matthews simply walks offscreen, leaving Jameson to collect her thoughts as the scene fades to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews is playing mind games with Angela Jameson.

Seth Ericson: Strange enough he's got some being played on him with Christum Furor, and now this? This is getting bizarre.

Dick Morosi: Well maybe it's time we get ourselves focused on something else. With contenders for titles coming into play, this next match could go a long way into helping one of these two gain some traction! Lexy Chapel from The Chapel Show meets Blake Jones...next! Take it away, Zinkus!

NORMAL MATCH
BLAKE JONES VS. LEXY CHAPEL

David Zinkus: The following match is scheduled for one fall...

As the spotlights flash across the stage and the video screens come to life, “Cynics and Critics” by Icon For Hire hits the PA system.



As the music continues blaring, Nate and Lexy Chapel walk out on to the stage, each carrying with them a camera-phone. They each stage on different sides of the stage at first, looking out over the fans and both filming the fans, before Nate turns and Lexy runs at him, leaping in to his arms and kissing him passionately on the stage.



They both make their way to the ring as the music continues to play, filming the fans as they walk down to the ring and posing on the entrance ramp together. As the chorus of the song begins, both slide in to the ring and climb up on to opposite corners, filming the fans again with their phones before turning and filming each other.

David Zinkus: Introducing first... LEXY CHAPEL!

“Oh this is all we know
Oh tragic and miserable
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Oh this is all we’ve got
Oh we do what we’ve been taught
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway”

They both jump down from their corners and walk to the middle of the ring where Nate grabs Lexy and spins her around before kissing her again. He takes the phone from her and she removes her ring jacket before sliding over to her corner and jumping up on the turnbuckles, posing there again for a moment before flipping over backwards and readying herself for the match.



"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.



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!

David Zinkus: And her opponent... BLAKE JONES!

The bell rings and the referee steps out of the center of the ring, leaving a wide open space for Lexy Chapel and Blake Jones to stare each other down waiting on which one is going to dare to make the first move in this match as the crowd watches on eagerly. Chapel decides to waste no time in being the first one to deliver that first blow and is already on top of Jones sprinting across the ring and hitting a front dropkick to his chest that sends him backwards into the turnbuckle pads hard catching him by surprise.

Jones hits the corner hard, but doesn't even take time to catch his breath before reaching down and grabbing Chapel by the same feet she used to cave in his chest before flipping forward into a bridging pin attempt taking advantage of her smaller size stature to gain the upper hand back in his favor. The referee is surprised as he goes sliding into position to count the fall that seemingly came out of nowhere.

ON-Kickout!

Seth Ericson: Did Blake Jones really think that was going to be enough to keep Lexy Chapel down?

Dick Morosi: I don't think Blake Jones and thinking really go hand in hand.

Jones doesn't even get a one count from the referee before Chapel reaches up with both hands and chops him in the ribs on both sides. He releases her legs and falls to the mat as Chapel is quickly back up to her feet behind him looking to bring things back in her favor in this match. She sprints past him to the other side of the ring as he gets up to his feet. Just short of rebounding into the ropes she dives forward into a front handspring, hitting the ropes inverted, before bouncing back to her feet. Jones is finally up as she is thrown back upright and leaps backwards, crushing him in the side of the head with a back elbow.

Jones hits back first onto the mat after Chapel's elbow connects with the side of his head. Chapel seems to consider covering him for a quick pin attempt, before thinking better of wasting her momentum she has seemingly gained in this match now. Instead, she grabs Jones by the head and helps him back to his feet. Jones pushes her back as he gets his feet under him, but Chapel expected as much, and she sends a boot to his midsection to keep the damage rolling, but Jones grabs a hold of her, having seen the tactic coming. With Chapel within his grasp, he throws her leg to his left hard, spinning Chapel around and as she comes full circle, clotheslines her to the ground, utilizing the weight advantage he has on his side as the smaller female goes crashing against the match.

Chapel turns to her side, but Jones is no longer near her having giving himself enough distance to get out of the way from any oncoming damage once she should get back up to her feet. She starts to stand up, looking around the ring for her opponent. She turns around to have a springboarding Jones come off the middle rope behind her, looking for a roundhouse style kick. Chapel ducks the blow, and Jones flies over her, landing on his feet. Before he gets the chance to turn around, Chapel reaches back over her shoulder and grabs him by the neck before falling forward in a neckbreaker style move. This time, she pushes Jones over onto his back and tries for a cover.

ONE!

TW-Kickout!

Seth Ericson: Lexy Chapel was so close with that one.

Dick Morosi: Yet Blake Jones continues to fight back at every turn.

Chapel sits up, clearly disappointed, but far from surprised at this outcome. She pushes herself off the mat as Jones rolls over onto his stomach and starts to do a pushup of his own from the mat wanting to get back up to his feet just as quickly as Chapel. Cutting him off from being able to get up Chapel steps forward and kicks him in the ribs hard enough to have him roll away from her to prevent further damage from her foot. Again he tries to push himself up off of the ground but this time a running Chapel gets up a head of steam before sliding across the mat and hitting a baseball slide style dropkick to his head.

Chapel wants to keep the advantage in her favor with this momentum and she goes back towards attacking Jones, but he has managed to catch his breath and he's slowly getting back up onto his feet where he goes charging towards Chapel with all his strength on his side. She tries to kick back at him, but he has the adrenaline working in his favor, now extending Chapel's leg up at an awkward angle. With his vertical base established he lets her go and dives forward, hitting her in the back of the head with a forearm and driving her into the mat head first before walking away and trying to shake the daze out of his eyes. He gets to the ropes, and with a look back over his shoulder, sees that his blow still has Chapel down. However Chapel is slowly starting to stir and working on getting back up onto her own feet. Jones circles around her as she staggers up onto her feet and he comes up from behind to wrap her arms around her waist, but Chapel seems to practically sense this approach and she delivers a solid elbow to the side of Jones head causing him to let go of her waist as he holds onto the side of his head. Chapel spins around to face Jones and she goes running towards him to catch Jones with a spinning DDT that sends him crashing down hard against the mat. Chapel makes her way towards the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle where she prepares herself for the Social Distortion. Chapel goes flying in the air and connects with the move perfectly as she lands directly on top of Jones prone body.

Seth Ericson: I love it when Lexy Chapel goes flying, I think this one is over!

Dick Morosi: That girl continues to impress any single time she's in the ring.

Chapel hooks the far leg of Jones as the referee slides into position for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

David Zinkus: Here is your winner, LEXY CHAPEL!

WINNER: LEXY CHAPEL

"Cynics and Critics" starts up again, and Lexy Chapel gets up and looks stunned that she managed to pull off the huge victory! Pumping her fist, Lexy waits as Blake starts to get it up, taking a deep breath and seemingly frustrated with himself. Nodding, he slams his hand on the mat but gets up and looks over at Lexy, who extends her hand. Nodding, Blake reaches out and shakes her hand, walking off and leaving her to celebrate.

Dick Morosi: This is a huge victory for Lexy Chapel! We know she's striking out on her own with an injury to her husband and tag team partner, but she picked up a massive victory and looks to be capable of getting on a collision course with San Diego Bay Champion, Fiona Rourke.

Seth Ericson: Lexy looked great, and so did Blake! He'll get his opportunity again. But for now, let's head backstage!

Making his way through the halls of the RIMAC Arena, Aries Reed has a air of confidence around him as he swipes his thumb over the large screen of his iPhone as he is interrupted by resident Interviewer Tom Matheny.

Tom Matheny: Aries!

Aries looked up from his iPhone and smiled gently as he slipped the phone back into the interior pocket of his suit jacket as he looks over at Tom Matheny, draping an arm around Tom's shoulders as if he's greeting an old friend.

Aries Reed: Tom! Tom Matheny...how are you doing, my friend?

Tom, slightly taken aback, shrugs his shoulders slightly as he continues on.

Tom Matheny: Well, Aries...things are good but let's talk about you. Earlier in the show, we saw you arrive to the RIMAC Arena with Justin Brooks in tow. Word is that Justin Brooks has become your mentor at (R)Evolution Wrestling, while others are saying that Justin Brooks is looking to make another run at EXODUS Pro. Seeing how I have you, can you confirm or deny any of these rumors?

Aries Reed: The problem with rumors is that once they get started...they are pretty hard to contain unless you can get in front of it in time. But I tell you what...I can neither confirm or deny. I just know that I'm at RIMAC Arena in sunny San Diego and I'm happy to be hear.

Tom Matheny: You can't give me anything...nothing for the fans?

Aries chuckles as he pulls his arm from around Tom's shoulder as he shook his head slowly.

Aries Reed: Sorry, my friend...I can't do that...but I know someone who can.

Tom Matheny: And who's that?

Aries points over the shoulder of Tom who looks to his left as his eyes grow wide and his mouth slightly agape. The camera pans back slightly to see Justin Brooks standing behind Tom running his tongue over the front of his teeth.

Justin Brooks: Tom.

Tom Matheny: Mr. Brooks.

Justin Brooks: If have questions concerning me...don't you think that you want to ask me.

Tom just slowly nods his head as Justin just chuckles gently.

Justin Brooks: Well Tom...ask away.

Tom Matheny: Well, Justin...we haven't seen you in the RIMAC Arena in over a year. And now we see you with Aries Reed from Revolution Wrestling and the rumors and questions are flying everywhere...why are you here?

Justin Brooks: Simple questions deserve simple answers, Tom. Aries came into (R)Evolution because I wanted to send him to a place where I know he could flourish and he could become the biggest star that Aries wanted to be. So if you want to call me his mentor...his teacher...his friend...then whatever you want to label it is fine with me. But on a professional level, Tom...I was told two words and I was back on a airplane for the West Coast.

Tom Matheny: Okay...I'll bite. What were those two words?

Justin Brooks: Come home.

Justin pats Tom on the back as both Aries and Justin make their way down the hall as we go to commercial.

Dick Morosi: We got a hell of a match up here next! We got a youngster making his EXODUS debut in Griffin Hawkins, and he's going up against the red hot Nate Soto next!

Seth Ericson: Soto took that hard luck loss in Tokyo, but this could be a heck of a bounce back for him! Let's get things going for the show, Dick! Take it away, Zinkus!

NORMAL MATCH
NATE SOTO vs. GRIFFIN HAWKINS

The lights dim as the opening guitar of "Cradle to the Grave" by Five Finger Death Punch begins, lights flashing around the stage as Nate Soto slowly starts to make his way out, sleeveless hoodie over his torso. Accompanied by Kameron Chase, a towel draped over his manager's shoulder, Nate keeps his focus as he slowly starts to walk down the ramp.

David Zinkus: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by "The Natural Disaster" Kameron Chase... from Dallas, Texas, weighing one hundred eighty-five pounds... Nate! Soto!

The song continues to play as Soto stops at the end of the ramp, looking up at the ring. Chase stops behind his charge and starts rubbing his shoulders, psyching him up before Soto hops up onto the apron and grabs the rope, flipping his upper body back as the hood falls back as he lets out a huge scream to psych himself up. Stepping into the ring, he starts walking toward a corner with a purpose, climbing up to look out to the crowd as he surveys them for any possible supporters. Stepping down, he instantly starts to look intensely toward the center of it as he waits for the match to begin while removing his hoodie and tossing it to the outside for Chase to catch.

Seth Ericson: This kid Soto is one of my favorites. He’s got all the tools. All he has to do is hone his skills and allow Kameron Chase to take him to the promised land.

The sounds of "Firebird" By Billy and The Breakers kicks in as the crowd comes to life. Griffin Hawkins appears on the ramp way, his raised, making a devil horns pose as his manager Taylor Michaels crawls between his legs. He waits for her to get on her knees as he helps her up with both hands, smiling devilishly. Griffin leads the ring as the crowd is electric, holding up signs that reads "Griffin Rocks" and "Griffin is Metal" He slaps a few of their hands, soaking in the positive reaction.

David Zinkus: And his opponent, making his EXODUS in-ring debut, standing at six feet two inches tall and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-seven ponds; from Windsor, Ontario Canada, this is GRIFFIN! HAWKINS!

Griffin gets on the ring apron, holding the bottom rope for Taylor. He smiles at her pointing to his cheek. She smiles back and gives him a quick peck on the cheek before stepping into the ring. He smiles and steps between the ropes. He gets on the top ropes, raising the Devil Horns in the air as the crowd is cheering him on. He gets down from the ropes and goes out of the ring, looking to the fans on the outside. He takes off his silver aviator sunglasses and puts it on a smiling young fan, patting him on the head before going back into the ring.

Dick Morosi: There’s no secret that this kid can well, perform when it comes to music. Can he perform here in EXODUS, and get a win over one of our rising your stars.

Before the match can even get officially started Nate Soto dashes at Hawkins, knocking him down to the canvas with a clubbing blow from behind. The bell sounds behind them signaling the start of the match, but Nate was already jumping on top of his adversary. Griffin rolls out of the ring and falls onto the ground outside the ring. Nate is not far behind, as Hawkins, having been unceremoniously been welcomed to EXODUS, scrambles to his feet. The ref can do little to stop to premature onslaught from Nate, as the Kameron’s student shows just what he has learnt from his veteran mentor. With Griffin on all fours, Nate lines up a second strike, this time booting the Canadian in the head like a field-goal. Nate lifts Griffin to his feet once more, the Canadian’s jelly-like legs being supported only by an extremely aggressive Soto. Ruthlessly, Nate slings him into the guardrail. Griffin’s waist and legs hit the barricade with a resounding thud that echoes through the first few rows of the RIMAC. As the crowd nearest the exploding brawl share their enthusiasm, the ref begins her ten count.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

Dick Morosi: This is a side of Nate Soto we have not seen before. He must be irate over losing to Angela Jameson in that Triple Threat Match at the PPV.

Seth Ericson: He had a good showing, but THIS, THIS is great to see.

By the time security can step in to create a perimeter around the brawlers, Griffin was already turning back the challenge. He ducks a Clothesline, then the two superstars swap positions, before Griffin drives his shoulder into Nate’s gut and drives him back first into the guardrail. Nate winces in agony, his teeth beginning to grit as he slumps down ever so slightly. Hawkins takes a step back, then charges forward with a Clothesline that crushes the Texan’s windpipe and sends both superstars falling over the barricade.

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

“FIVE”!

The crowd roars in approval of the scrap, and their exuberance only increases as the Canadian climbs back to his feet, his fist raised high while his free arm is draped across his waist, the strain clear on his cringing face which was once complimented by a confident smile. Griffin slowly drags Soto to his feet, then cocks his head back before smashing it against the guardrail much to the delight of the spectators.

Seth Ericson: This is a FIGHT. They’re not even bothering to wrestle, hell do they even hear that they’re being counted out?

Dick Morosi: I don’t know. I think they’ve lost all sense and logic. They’re only worried about beating each other senseless.

Seth Ericson: This makes a Johnny Cannon trip to Vegas look rather PG.

Dick Morosi: Yeah, even Minoru’s wif- erm, Mexico stories are not as ugly as this fight we’re witnessing.

Griffin drills his foe with a stiff shot to the jaw, leaning him against the rail. He follows up with another stiff shot, this time a forearm instead of a punch, causing Soto’s eyes to grow weary as the latter of the attacks lands right on his temple. The Canadian lays his hand right beneath Nate’s chin, lifting his head up before lifting his chest with a flesh wrenching chop. The crowd chants “WOO” in homage to the Nature Boy, then again as another knife-edge chop slices the Texan’s bare chest, leaving said sternum stinging and burning.

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”

With his foe ripe for the picking, Griffin seizes his nearest arm, before stepping back, tugging Soto forward. Before he can spin himself, Nate adroitly rotates and counters the Irish Whip with one of his own. Nate falls to the concrete, pulling and ultimately dragging Griffin forward with all his might. The Canadian is unable to halt his momentum - the momentum which sends him straight over the guardrail in a somersault. He spills onto the lightly padded floor and writhes in pain as Nate tries to regain his bearings amidst the crowd.

Dick Morosi: They’ve beaten each other senseless! I can’t believe what has just gone down. I did NOT expect this sort of outcome.

“EIGHT!”

Seth Ericson: This is how the west was one.

Dick Morosi: Seth what the hell are you talking about?

Seth Ericson: I don’t know but I’m about to upload this match onto my Vine and Instagram. I’m trying to get my buzz up as the hip hop youth would say.

Dick Morosi: Totally inappropriate.

“NINE!”

Griffin slowly begins to stir on the floor, while Soto climbs over the barricade. Neither man has any idea where he is, and they won’t be finding out in time to break the count.

“TEN!”

*DING! DING! DING!*

WINNER: NO CONTEST

The scene fades to backstage as the two look seemingly frustrated. Outside of the RIMAC Arena, late ExPro fans come in bustling into the Arena through its front doors as a black Chevrolet Tahoe LTZ rolls up towards the front as it comes to a quiet stop. It's windows are completed tinted as its gloss black paint shines brightly underneath the evening sun, showing its The rear driver side door opens up as the one of the newest students of Revolution Wrestling, Aries Reed steps out with a smile on his face and his black hair, braided in a complex series of rows as he reaches inside of his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of dark Aviator shades and slides them on his face.

Aries Reed: Man, I tell you what...I love San Diego. Something about this place that really gets me jazzed up.

Looking back into the dark interior, Aries reaches up and with a single finger pulls the shades down the bridge of his nose while arching a brow.

Aries Reed: You coming out, Big Man or are you just going sit in the back of this Tahoe all night?

With a chuckle on his lips, Aries steps back from the Tahoe as emerging from the cabin out steps a man who stands six foot four...two hundred and seventy pounds...

...The Monster Incarnate...

...The Big Bad Brooks...

...Justin Brooks back on San Diego soil and more importantly...back in the RIMAC Arena.

Looking over at Aries with a soft smile on his face, Justin chuckles gently as he looks up at the arena and slowly nods his head slowly.

Justin Brooks: Let's see if Rufus Frost...or whoever runs this place now has a place for ol' Brooksie.

Both Reed and Brooks make their way into the arena as the scene fades to commercial.