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We come back from commercial, and the crowd is starting to stir at the music!



‘Revolution Man’ by The Union Underground hits the speakers and Zero McHannon jumps out from behind the curtains wearing his ‘Wrestling Game Christian Kane’ tee shirt. The crowd is going wild for their World Champion as he freezes at the top of the ramp and holds his arms out to the flashing lights from the camera. Zero then pats the EXODUS World Championship, that was sitting comfortably on his waist, and tags some of the fans’ hands as he made his way to the ring.



A blast of sparks go off on the rampway, as Zero is standing at the bottom and throws his hands into the air for the cameras.



He slides into the ring and yells at the top of his lungs as the crowd raises of their feet to show Zero their support. An assistant makes their way to Zero and hands him a microphone as the crowd begins to die down. After the fans calm, Zero raises the mic and smiles.

Zero McHannon: I don’t think you were loud enough tonight, RIMAC. Better yet, I don’t think I heard you Section B!!!

The crowd erupts and drowns out all the noise. Zero grinds his teeth as he leans on the rope and begins to nod his head towards the arena.

Zero McHannon: Alright, let’s get down to business. As much as I would love to stand here and have fun with you guys all night, I came out here to cover a few things. It’s been a while, too long to be exact, since I’ve came out to the ring and discussed current events. As the Champ, that’s my job. Whether you like me or hate me, I promise to bring you the best show EXODUS has ever seen at Battle Without Honor or Humanity. Whoever walks out of that match the winner, starts a legacy of their own that night. Myself included in that equation. This will be the toughest, most brutal, and worthwhile match for the ages. This isn’t any regular triple threat match, this has a story of its own. If you win this match, you face the winner of the Honor Cup, and we all know what kind of war they’re going through right now. We have the chance to fulfill a destiny that most people could only dream about. A dream match from a pack of dream team competitors. This match is worth a lot more than just a championship belt!

Zero takes a few moments and the crowd starts chiming in behind him. He waits for it to quiet down and continues on talking.

Zero McHannon: This upcoming match isn’t going to be easy for anyone. It’s going to take a little bit of luck and a great amount of courage to walk out this ring the champion. We can all try to act like heroes, monsters, what the hell ever… Regardless of any alliances, there will no friends in that match. When people see the World Championship on the line, they will do drastic things. I already know I have my work cut out for me, I don’t need to be told or reminded. There isn’t anyone else I’d rather be facing than the top two contenders in EXODUS today. I want to be a piece in the story of EXODUS history... and if I win, the mortal has beaten the giants. David and Goliath at its best. My competitors have a chance to start their own journey, but I have the ultimate play in the hand. I’m the one who decides the fate of this title. I will be the World Champion, or I won’t be. I’m the man holding the belt and I’m the man with the power.

He quits pacing around the ring and leans in the corner turnbuckle. Zero raises his hand to the ramp and welcomes someone new to the party.

Zero McHannon: So if I may go ahead and introduce... one of the contenders to my World Championship, Chris Strike!

The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “March of Mephisto” by Kamelot blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.

Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open, staying there for a few moments before he makes his way down the ramp. Dressed in a pair of black denim jeans, a black t-shirt with a faded, old background picture showing a city and Strike’s face on its center, the text below his face reading “Chris Strike: The World Destruction Tour 2013” with the back side reading off some of key shows and matches he’s been in lately and which opponents he’s faced - showing all events from his EXODUS debut up to two weeks ago and his match against Magnus Gunner. Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and he enters the ring, immediately motioning for a microphone from one of the crew members at ringside, getting one almost instantly.

The crowd at the RIMAC is on the edge of their seats, as the main camera focuses on Strike as he stops at the center of the ring, looking around and finally placing the microphone to his lips.

Chris Strike: So, it’s been a while, indeed. Big week for everybody inside of this ring, given the events of the Honor Cup being in full swing as well as the poisons that we picked for one another. You and Zero get to dissect each other and give me more research to work with and meanwhile, I get to attempt to overcome the man who defeated our World champion two weeks ago. Tall task, but I’ll be damned if I say that I’m not up to the challenge. Just like the challenge that awaits me in a few weeks’ time at Korakuen Hall. Hell, as of now, that match is exactly like the one that you, Gunner and I had for the number one contendership for that…

Strike points to the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title.

Chris Strike: ...very championship that you are now holding. Well-deserved, well-earned and yet, a lot of critics will come out and say that it hasn’t been well-represented. Which shows they haven’t been paying attention. Because around here? The “any given day” rule applies, ESPECIALLY with the level of talent that roams these halls. It’s a tall task to be the man at the top of the mountain, Zero, let alone to be doing it for the first time in your career. Twelve years in this business and three World title reigns have taught me that much. Contrary to weeks ago, where all I wanted to do was just leave you broken and battered while taking the contendership for my own...I have to commend you on growing up over our own eyes here. You’ve earned that championship and I’m confident that you’ll represent yourself and this company well. But what I’m here to tell you is that come January 26...you won’t have that championship there with you to do it.

Zero McHannon: That’s very thoughtful of you, Chris. It really is… I get what you’re doing already. Let’s not forget that I’m still the face of this company, and I’m the one who invited you out here. I didn’t plan for this to be an argument between us, more of a preview of what’s to come. You’re talking as if I’ve already lost the championship. You’re acting as if you’ll automatically be a better champion than me. Don’t count my days short, Chris. You talk about that mountain I’ve climbed, don’t begin to think that I will just let you come take my spot without a fight. I brought you out here because if I don’t manage to retain, we can’t afford to have this gold into the hands of Gods and Monsters… I WILL NOT let that happen. I don’t think you and me are sharing the same goal right now.

Chris Strike: Just as you said, Zero...this is more of a preview of how each of us see this one going. But I agree. It’s why I’m here. This distortion...that’s something that I bear the blame for, given that I couldn’t pull the trigger on Magnus Gunner when I had the chance. A distortion that I’m going to have a chance to correct come Battle Without Honor or Humanity. You...can do as you please, really. You’re the champion, you’re expected to defend that title. If targeting Gunner is your intent here, then by all means. If you try to swing at me mainly, I’ll defend myself accordingly. But come hell or high water...Magnus Gunner and Gods & Monsters are not leaving with that title.

Zero raises an eyebrow at Strike and looks towards the crowd before responding back.

Zero McHannon: I might be the champion but everyone still believes you’re their savior, Chris… I don’t have the power to waltz around and act however I want because I’m the man carrying the strap. My odds aren't drastically increased at Battle Without Honor or Humanity because I’m the World Champ. If Magnus gets the best of the both of us, we fail. I fail. My start to holding this title wasn’t like I imagined it, but I still have a chance to turn all of that around. It only takes one night, Chris. One match. One mistake. ONE CHANCE!! If I don’t prevail, I want to know that you will get the job done. EXODUS has prevailed over Monsters this whole time the doors have been opened. I refuse to let my legacy be remembered as not only the one that dropped the ball, but gave it away to some sick and vile children.

The two E-PRO titans are suddenly, and spontaneously interrupted much to their chagrin and frustration. “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot plays through the speakers, and the RIMAC faithful immediately voice their frustration with a vociferous outcry of boos that quickly reach immense proportions. The camera pans over the atmosphere of the arena, until the dastardly duo from the group known as Gods and Monsters is spotted in the far end of the arena, in a sea of fans. As Lifer navigates down the stairs, Gunner himself is perched on an unfolded chair as he gazes listlessly over the people that are booing him. He continues to stand there for a few more seconds snarling as he wipes the bottom of his hand across the rim of his nose - afterward he drops down from his pinnacle and forces his way through the crowd. Both men finally reach the barricade, as their theme fades and the Lifer speaks into a microphone.

Zack Lifer:: You two bicker like an old married couple, no offense. I’m tired of you guys shoving it down my throat that you two stand at the top if only to discount everything I’ve done in this company. The only reason Zero’s even holding that title is because while I was home, licking my wounds, Zero was given a spot in the world title hunt after everything we did together.

Zero McHannon: Oh, here we go again…

He shakes his head from behind the barricade, glancing back at Gunner who stands slightly behind him, before looking back at Zero, who is shaking his head at the both of them. Zero walked over to the turnbuckle and took a seat on top.

Zack Lifer:: I beat Johnny Cannon to earn this EXODUS Pro International Championship and earn my spot in the Honor Cup. I beat Jaime and Anna Molly to dominate my block with no dispute. The reason?

Lifer points to the World Title around Zero’s shoulder, some boos coming from the crowd but they were almost silent, transfixed on every word he spoke, almost as if hypnotised and in a trance.

Zack Lifer:: That’s my reason, that belt of yours that you took right under my nose. So, give me a favor, old buddy, old pal. At Battle Without Honor or Humanity, I want you to prove you’re not a phony champion with a fake throne and an artificial new attitude. These fans of ours in the RIMAC don’t deserve someone who got the title on a lucky break because I wasn’t here, no. They deserve someone like Chris Strike here, they deserve someone like Magnus Gunner. They deserve someone like The Prince of Madness, me! Anything less than that? They’ll see right through you for what I already see you as - a mortal man who took an immortal shortcut to get to where you got while people more worthy were still beating countless guys on the roster just to get where you are! When people like me haven’t been pinned once in this company and other people like Steve Lenton who deserve a taste at the top of the gold for beating you before you even had a clue the bell rang!

To Zack’s surprise, a pop circulated throughout the crowd, loud and booming as they chanted a name as loud as they could around the RIMAC. Unfortunately, it wasn’t directed at Lifer himself but more so the mention of Steve Lenton deserving the title. Still, Lifer’s eyes grew humble and a sincere smile inched across his face.

Zack Lifer: You hear that, RIMAC?! Zero doesn’t think Steve Lenton deserves a shot at his gold! What a coward, am I right?

Chris Strike: He’ll get the chance to prove that much tonight...but if I can help it, I’m not playing gatekeeper gone wrong for the second show in a row.

More cheers from the crowd as he pandered, yet some still obviously booed in favor of who it was coming from.

Zero McHannon: Steve deserves a shot. You don’t, Nick. Get over it and tuck your ego back into your jockstrap.

Zack Lifer:: What about Blake Jones? Where’s his title shot? And what about Fiona? And why do people like Chandler Scott and Lasie have to go through an Honor Cup to even prove their worth? All these people deserve to cut in front of the line and yet you’re too consumed with that unseen ego to see that more deserving people like them need that prize much more than you do!

The crowd was torn, yet some cheered at Lifer’s words, believing he was right as he mentioned plenty of beloved fan favorites who already gained San Diego’s admiration. Zero pointing to Lifer from the turnbuckle he was sitting on and spoke.

Zero McHannon: First of all, I never said that none of those people deserved a chance, nor did I ever single Steve out. If they want a shot, I’m the first person who is willing to give them one.

He laughs at Lifer as the fans pop behind Zero.

Zero McHannon: Second of all, I’m not out here to talk to you. I’m out here to talk to the people that matter. You know, the people actually in the World Title match. Don’t you have something important to worry about, Lifer? For instance, the Honor Cup contestants that you keep trying to bring down and overlook. Don’t sit there and act like you haven’t been bashing those same people lately.

Christum Furor: ENOUGH!

All eyes turn to Christ Madness as he lifts a leg over the barricade and his body immediately follows - his attire becomes visible: his leather jacket covers his upper body, and a black sleeveless Albert Einstein t-shirt, while white hockey tape travels around his lower arms and fists. A pair of jean shorts and boots complete his ensemble. He looks over the masses in frustration, before lifting the microphone again to speak.

Christum Furor: I have listened to you three go back and forth for far too long, talking about things that have absolutely no consequence. I’ve had enough. Now, you all listen to the words of CHRISTUM FUROR… the GOD OF EXODUS!

Gunner enters the ringside area as the fans quickly retort with chants of “YOU’RE NO GOD”.  

Christum Furor: I am tired of this, tired of the squabbling, the bickering, the posturing, I’m sick of it all. Zero, you and Strike make me absolutely sick with your pageantry. Enough. Whether you like it or not, the New Age is imminent. There’s nothing you can do about it. I’ve seen every possible future, and in every one of them, I stand above both of you. In the end, I stand tall above your broken bodies, holding the EXODUS World Championship.

The crowd boos louder, frustrating the eloquent madman who looks over his shoulders and impatiently waits for them to quiet down.

Christum Furor: Do you hear that? That’s the sound of inevitability. That’s the sound of all of your hopes and dreams shattering in one fateful night. It’s a beautiful sound, is it not? You see, I’ve been a publicity stunt for far too long. As soon as I step into the building, I hear rumors. Ever since Desperate Times I’ve heard rumors. And they’ve gotten under my skin.

Zero McHannon: You’re so full of shit, it’s stinking up the arena. As you can tell, the fans smell it from a mile away.

He continues to stay perched on the ring post and points at Magnus.

Zero McHannon: I see right through you, Magnus. Keep pretending that I wasn’t one of your little group you have going. Different name, different people, but same damn concept. I use to think it was cute to make excuses and try to cover up my actions by saying that I was doing the right thing. At some point, I actually believed it. What it comes down to is that you’re the biggest fake in this room. You point the finger at everyone else around and say ‘that’s the bad guy’. You should look in the mirror. You want to fight the bad guy? I’m no saint. I’m no angel. I’m right here, and I’m ready for a war.

Gunner scoffs to himself, then shakes his head.

Christum Furor: You’re pathetic, misguided, and foolish. I have NEVER gone against what I believe in. NEVER done the opposite of what I said I would do. Since day one, I’ve been THIS man that you see before you. I’ve done heinous things, hurt people, because I can… because I’m a MONSTER. You’re the ones hiding that. YOU… and STRIKE, justifying your actions every single day, when deep down you’re just as horrible as me. Because you can’t accept your own demons. Humans are evil by nature, yet you and EVERYBODY else claim otherwise. That’s because Jonathan has conditioned you to say so. What you don’t realize, “champ” is that you’re being used. You’re a pawn. We’re all pawns in his chess game. Programs in his brilliant matrix. But unlike you, I’ve decided to escape. Unlike you, I’ve chosen to break free, and think for myself!

Magnus points to the side of his head.

Christum Furor: MY MIND IS FREE! I’m an anomaly. I’m a bitter, cold, demon. I’m not this schizophrenic, paranoid, madman that I’ve been made to be. You know who I am. I’m the one that put EXODUS on the map. I’m the top draw of THIS company, yet I’m not given my proper dues. And that has made me angry. You see, long ago, something died inside of me… and that was the will to care. Passion is dead, and in comes vengeance - in comes hate. Look at me, listen to me. I’ve been kept down from the pinnacle for far too long. To make it in this wayward society, you have to take things into your own hands. So sue me… sue me for taking a shotgun and firing it at anyone who stands against me and what I want.

He points at McHannon, and more importantly, the World Title.

Christum Furor: What I want… is to be ME. I don’t want to be the “EXODUS ACE” or whatever the hell that means, nor do I want to be a “Legend”, not even regarded as a “Superstar”. What I want Zero, is something that isn’t tangible. I’m CHRISTUM FUROR. I’m a GOD. I’m outside the box. I color outside the lines. Your moral codes do not hold me captive. I’m on the miscellaneous list. I never wanted to be anything other than what I am. All I want is the self-gratification of knowing that my presence is enough to keep these maggots captivated and on the edge of their seats. I’m the ONE. I’m not here to go through Honor Cups. I’m here to load a shotgun and fire. I refuse to be treated as anything other than that. And you know why?

Strike and McHannon simply look on while the sociopath continues his sermon.

Christum Furor: Hate. I hate you both. I hate everything. I hate myself. I hate these people. I’ve learned over the past few years that nothing can make you happy - that happiness is just an illusion, and that total satisfaction is impossible. Hunger drives me more. Pain drives me more. I know I’ll never be satisfied with myself, and that makes me bitter. But that makes me dangerous. That makes me the most feared man in this business. That makes me the next EXODUS World Champion. And I don’t give a damn if you or any of these people believe me. I don’t care if you understand what I’m saying. The fact that I’m even pronouncing a syllable is the only thing that matters right now. The only thing that counts is if I understand… and you can bet your ass that I know exactly what I’m talking about. And what I’m telling you two, is that your days are numbered. What matters is that I want to bring the world down to its knees. All that you need to know, is that the two of you are on a rope bridge, standing against me with all your ideals and fraudulence… but I hold a knife. And with it, I’ll cut the rope that sends you plummeting into oblivion, and EXODUS into the future. And I, rule THAT future. There, I am GOD.  

Zero shakes his head at Magnus in sympathy.

Zero McHannon: Just because you believe in it, doesn’t make it right… You sad, sad man. You’re dancing to your own tune. I use to be that monster. I realized that I don’t have to stoop to levels anymore. That will the reason I’m always better than you, Magnus. I don’t have to lie, cheat, deceive… I’m nobodies pawn. I’m mortal, just like you. And you will fall as a human being… Nothing more, nothing less. You sound like a moaning girl,crying because she didn’t the right Barbie she wanted. I see people like you come through this business all the time. We get it, you hate everything. Cool story, bro.

Zero laughs a bit and thinks about throwing Magnus a few coins for his Oscar performance.

Zero McHannon: You’re nothing special. I’ve heard the same sap story from day one, ‘Oh boy, I hate everyone. I’m going to take my anger out all over you guys’. Please, save it. If you have that much hate, go beat on a pillow. You’re a maniac who likes to cause problems, not care about anyone around him, and lick on an acid pop from time to time. You’re not God, because if you were, you’d be holding what I am right now. This belt makes you God of the company. This belt gives you the responsibility and the power. You can’t claim to be a God without a heaven. You can’t rule everything with only a couple of angels. And you are the last person I will ever let judge me. You’re not a monster for the ‘greater good’. You’re a monster because that’s the easy way out. Being careless, irresponsible, and a complete jackass doesn’t make you a man…. It makes you a coward.

And now, it’s Strike’s turn to step forward, directing his glance over at both members of Gods & Monsters.

Chris Strike: At the end of the day...we can all stand here and keep on yapping about what is to come, what’s eventually going to happen, so on and so forth. But you know what? Actions...now, those speak a hell of a lot louder than words. I’ll do my talking where it actually matters and that’s inside all of this. You boys...maybe you both should follow suit and do the same...right here...right now.

The stress hit the limit. Zero was sitting on one of the corner turnbuckles while the shouting match was going back and forth. On the other side of the ring, Magnus looks like he has had enough and gives Strike a kick to the gut and follows up with a MAGNUS DRIVER!!! Strike appears to be in some pain as he rolls to the ropes and grabs onto them.

Zero hops off the corner turnbuckle and rips his short over his head, throwing it into the stands. He pushes Magnus and Lifer away from Strike and starts to size them up as the crowd begins to pop. Strike manages to climb to one knee as Zero looks back over his shoulder to see if he is in any condition to fight.

Zero McHannon: Stand up and let’s take care of these bastards. No excuses before Battle Without Honor or Humanity.

While Zero was checking on Strike, Lifer took advantage of the situation. He jumped from the ropes and nails Zero in the side of the skull with a devastating FORCED SUICIDE!!! This makes Zero go tumbling across the mat and holding his head in agony. While the Gods and Monsters were celebrating their victory over the champion and one of its contenders, Strike comes out of nowhere with a NARUKAMI ON MAGNUS!!! Everyone is down except for Zack Lifer. Magnus rolls past the ropes and falls on to the mat outside while Strike backs himself into a corner, still feeling the after effect of the Magnus Driver.

Lifer glances over to see Gunner had abandoned ship, an annoyed look on his face that spoke volumes. In a matter of seconds, he suddenly begins to laugh as he points to Strike and taunts him. He holds the International Championship over his victim to where it makes a shadow over Strike and keeps yelling in his direction that he should already be champion right now. While he was telling Strike that he didn’t deserve to be in the position he was in, he slowly begins walking his way.

Lifer gets spinned around right in the middle of taking his steps towards Strike, and Zero jumps into the air, connecting with a CODEBREAKER!!! Lifer’s title flies into the air as he now lays eagle spread in the middle of the ring and Zero sits down Indian style beside Lifer’s motionless body. He reaches out for his title, that is only inches away, and pulls it close to his chest. Zero was saying something under his breath, clutching the World Title close, and staring wide eyed at Lifer.

He looks up to the top of the rampway where Magnus is laughing and pointing at the chaos in the ring. Strike stands up, glaring a hole through Gunner as his hands still hold on to the ropes while Zero looks from Lifer into Magnus’s eyes. Strike is trying to motion for Zero to stand up, but he doesn’t budge. He can’t take his eyes off Magnus as he holds up the championship from a sitting position for everyone to see what was at stake. Gunner simply motions around his waist, implying that the championship is his while the crowd goes wild.

Seth Ericson: THIS THING HAS GONE ABSOLUTELY NUTS!

Dick Morosi: Magnus Gunner, Chris Strike, and Zero McHannon have erupted over this title, but there's a cloud over them in the form of Steve Lenton, who has been on absolute fire as of late.

Seth Ericson: I hate to say it, but he may be the party crasher...just like Chandler Scott may be crashing Gabriel Gambino's party and his Honor Cup chances!

Dick Morosi: Very true! The Conqueror and the Harvard Superstar meet next!

The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Walking down the ring with him is Madison Scott, who walks arm and arm with him.

David Zinkus: From Hayannis Port, Massachusetts, weighing in at 255 lbs, escorted to the ring by Madison Scott… CHANDLER SCOTTTTT!!!

The two lovebirds ignore the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are. After Chandler hops onto the apron, he helps Madison up onto the apron. Chandler then sits down on the bottom rope while holding the top rope up for Madison. After Madison makes her way into the ring, Chandler steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to boo.

The house lights drop suddenly, leaving only a lone spotlight atop the entrance ramp. The big screen lights up to show a single warrior riding into battle. Just as the warrior gets to his enemies the picture fades, "THE CONQUEROR" in blood red replacing it. The opening beat to Linkin Park’s “Papercut” (instrumental version) begins to play over the PA system.

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 227 pounds… Accompanied to the ring by Ms. Katherine Grayson… “The Conqueror”… GABRIEL GAMBIIIIIIINO!

When the beat drops, the big screen begins to play clips of various Gambino matches. GABRIEL GAMBINO, in block letters, appears in between clips, alternating with “THE CONQUEROR”. By now, the crowd has jumped to its feet in anticipation of Gabe’s appearance. After what seems like an eternity, Gabriel steps out from behind the curtain and into the spotlight, arm in arm with the very beautiful Kat Grayson. He stands there motionless, staring out into the crowd, as red and white strobe lights begin to alternate around the arena. He is dressed in a white t-shirt, a black Spartan helmet with red feathers on top on the front, and "I Came, I Saw, I Conquered" in red writing on the back. A pair of black and red neoprene elbow sleeves adorn his elbows, and his wrists are both wrapped heavily with white tape. Black trunks with his Spartan helmet logo and "The Conqueror" in red on the back are accompanied by two black kneepads, and a pair of high black boots. His dark brown hair is slicked back, and his goatee his neatly trimmed. Gabriel begins a methodically slow walk towards the ring, turning around with his arms outstretched about halfway down the ramp as Grayson applauds him. He continues to walk backwards for a few more steps before turning around, continuing his march to the ring with a purpose. Gabriel marches up the steps and enters the ring. He moves to the far turnbuckle, climbing the second rope and carefully lifting his right foot to the top rope. He stands with his arms stretched to the sky.[/p][/code]

Dick Morosi: It’s Godfather Vs Godfather Part Two!

Seth Ericson: You mean, The Godfather Part Two?

Dick Morosi: I should have seen that one coming.

Seth Ericson: But will this be more of a success than the original? There is a lot of anticipation for this match!

HONOR CUP D BLOCK MATCH:
CHANDLER SCOTT vs. GABRIEL GAMBINO

Both of them stare at each other from across the ring. Gabe obviously has the crowds support, something that doesn’t seem to affect Chandler as much as it did the previous show. Gabriel takes a few steps forward, staring his ally in the eye with a grin on his face. The Conqueror offers his hand in an act of sportsmanship, the fans applauding the gesture. Chandler pauses however, simply glaring at Gabe. The fans begin to mercilessly boo the Harvard graduate, Gambino looking thoroughly disappointed. He takes a step forward, offering his hand once more. Scott looks reluctant to do so, but eventually caves in and does so, to a smattering of applause from the RIMAC faithful.

Dick Morosi: I’m unsure whether Chandler actually wanted to show some sportsmanship, to his own team mate.

Seth Ericson: Scott is just in the zone right now, he doesn’t need any distractions.

Both go back to their respected corners as the bell rings. The two Godfathers begin to circle one another, with Madison and Kat cheering on their respected men. They immediately tie up, neither man wanting to budge. Gabe pushes Chandler down to one knee, but then the roles reverse as Chandler powers through. Gabe begins to make a comeback, but then his legs are swept out, to a chorus of hisses.

Dick Morosi: Sneaky move from Scott there, the fans didn’t like that one.

Seth Ericson: What ever gets the job done, Dick!

Chandler leaps and nails a knee drop, then another. He goes for a third, but Gabe rolls out of the way quickly. He returns to a vertical base, nailing a couple of chops. He begins to back Chandler up, to the roar of the crowd. Back into the corner he goes, lightning fast chops, one after another. Gambino then whips Chandler into the opposite turnbuckle with a thud, charging him down and then knocking him down with a beautiful Shining Wizard. Scott is dazed, trying to get up as Gambino begins booting him viciously in the chest. Scott is then pulled to the ropes by Madison, gripping them tightly. The ref didn’t catch it, but Kat Grayson did. She charges around the ring and an argument breaks out between the two women, Madison pleading her innocence.

Dick Morosi: There is Madison getting involved, just like last show. The ref needs to keep his eye on her!

Seth Ericson: I think that is what Kat Grayson is for, Dick. I sense a fight could be brewing on the outside.

Chandler holds onto the ropes for as long as he can, as Gabe backs up. Gambino screams at Chandler to come at him, which he gladly does. Chandler comes at him with a forearm, but Gambino blocks it and nails a perfect arm drag. He follows with a hip toss as he builds his momentum, then takes Scott down with a Double Knee Armbreaker. Chandler looks in pain as The Conqueror locks in a chicken wing, keeping up his early dominance.

Dick Morosi: If he can only bridge it, it could be all over.

Seth Ericson: Scott isn’t going to go down easy, Dick.

Gambino tries to tighten the hold, but Scott is squirming about trying to get back to the ropes. Madison is banging on the mat, trying to will her man to get out of the hold. Kat is right there next to her, ensuring that Madison doesn’t try to get involved again. Inches closer, mere inches. And he gets there!

Dick Morosi: Scott gets out via his own means.

Seth Ericson: Chandler is clinging onto those ropes. He knows Gabe has the experience advantage.

Gambino releases the hold, but then charges in to attempt a German suplex before Scott has time to even think. Scott keeps hold of the ropes with his left hand, elbowing him with his right arm. Gambino is rocked back, and Chandler spins out with the Harvard Hammer!

Dick Morosi: He’s going for that Hammer!

Seth Ericson: Gambino sees it coming though!

But Gambino ducks it. He kicks Scott in the stomach, going for the Fongul!

Dick Morosi: This is going to be over!

Seth Ericson: Chandler back drops him though! Great reversal with a bridge!

Chandler with the pin…

ONE…

TWO…

THR—

No! A kickout by The Conqueror! But Scott is waiting for him to get up. Down he goes with a textbook dropkick. Gambino is back at him, but Scott manages to floor him with a Pumphandle drop! Another pin…

ONE…

TWO…

Not as close this time. Chandler tries to lock in a traditional Boston Crab, but can’t seem to turn him over. Gambino begins kicking away at him from a grounded position, attempting to free himself. But on the last kick, Scott leans back, catapulting him into the corner. Gabe bounces off backwards. HARVARD HAMMER to the back of the head! And Gabe crashes face first into the turnbuckle!

Dick Morosi: Gambino’s face smashes into the turnbuckle! That could have broke his nose!

Seth Ericson: He is out of it, but still on his feet

Gambino stumbles out backwards, clearly out of it. He gets spun around and comes crashing down to the mat with Valediction! Scott holds on…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

Dick Morosi: And Chandler Scott gets his first points in the Honor Cup! Everyone in Group D is now off the mark!

Seth Ericson: You can never count Chandler Scott out! That’s why he has been the most successful GFC Champion of all time!
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Dick Morosi: You've got a point, Seth, and after this victory over Gambino and that early MOTY candidate with Andreas Lasiewicz, the entire fed is on the lookout for Chandler Scott. But, for now, let's head backstage!

WINNER: CHANDLER SCOTT

Switching from the action that wrapped up in the ring to the backstage area, the cameras spot the smirking form of the Reverend Jerry Matthews walking down the hallway, mentally preparing for his upcoming match. He is dressed in his usual suit and tie, his taped up wrists peeking out from underneath the blazer cuffs. He gives a small nod to a crew member as he nears the turn to head to his locker room. Just after he makes the turn, a feminine voice calls out from behind him, emanating from a small alcove just out of sight.

??: Going somewhere, Reverend?

Jerry Matthews: Who said that? Don’t be afraid to step into the light, child.

He turns around and looks off towards the sound of where the feminine voice came from in time to see a figure stepping out from the shadows. Dressed in dark blue jeans, black combat-style boots and a purple tank top, the figure is revealed to be that of wrestling legend Angela Jameson. She looks at the still-smirking Matthews and shakes her head.

Angela Jameson: I would hardly call myself a child. Much like I would hardly confuse you for a man of God.

Jerry Matthews: Now child, no need for hostilities. The Ninth commandment clearly forbids bearing false witness against your neighbor.

Angela Jameson: Spare me the lesson I already learned in Sunday school, ok?

Jerry Matthews: Forgive me, but do I know you?

Angela Jameson: My name is Angela. I was in the area and I figured I would stop by and catch the action. I’m actually here because of what you did to a good friend of mine.

Jerry ponders this for a second.

Jerry Matthews: I only do what the Lord commands me to do. I am simply doing His will.

Angela Jameson: Try telling that to Jonathan Collins.

Jerry’s smirk only seems to grow at the mention of that name.

Jerry Matthews: What happened to Jonathan was unfortunate but necessary. He is a prime example of the evil I have been sent to eradicate from this world.

Angela’s crystal blue eyes narrow as she walks towards the Reverend, her hands going to her hips.

Angela Jameson: Really? So you decide to screw up his life by going after his family? What kind of sick bastard goes after an innocent little girl? Not only that, but you could have permanently injured him with that stunt you pulled.

Jerry Matthews: That is where your emotions cloud your judgment. Jonathan Collins is being punished for his sins. You may not realize this, but his sins are many. What happened to his and his disciple two weeks ago were merely steps in my crusade to make the world pure again, reformed in His own image.

Angela can’t help but roll her eyes as she tosses her hair back.

Angela Jameson: People like you make me sick to my stomach. Your whole crusade of doing what is right in the eyes of God is a joke. In fact, you are violating the second and third Commandments.

She says with a slight smirk of her own. However, Jerry is not one to be outdone, especially when it comes to Biblical matters.

Jerry Matthews: Dear sister, I would love nothing more than to talk about the Word of God with you, but I have a match to prepare for so I must be going. Perhaps afterwards, we can discuss your own path of redemption in the eyes of the Lord. Until then, God bless you.

He says with a smirk as he walks off, leaving a visibly angered Fallen Angel standing in the spot where he left, watching his every move as we go to a commercial break.