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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2013 12:18:51 GMT -6
We cut backstage to where Shinji Uchikawa still sits in the trainer's office, sighing as he finally gets out, angry at what has transpired tonight. Getting out of there, he's almost surprised as he bumps into someone with a lot in common with him - former World Champion Fiona Rourke.
Shinji Uchikawa: How is...how is Collins?
Fiona, getting into her headspace for her upcoming match that night, is busy stretching when she feels someome bumping into her from behind. She turns, startled, then smiles when she sees it is Shinji Uchikawa.
Fiona Rourke: He's doing good. Amazingly really, for someone with a broken hand. How are you doing?
Shinji Uchikawa: Sore. Jerry Matthews is...
He stops and tries to use his hands to figure out what he means.
Shinji Uchikawa: Jerry Matthews is problem.
Fiona smiles reassuringly, nodding as she lets him speak. He is doing very well with English and at his comment, Fiona nods once again.
Fiona Rourke: Yes, Jerry Matthews is a problem. But, he's going to get what's coming to him soon. As soon as Jon gets better, he'll make sure Jerry is out for a long time. We'll help him make sure of it, right?
Shinji frowns almost, realizing he didn't finish the job earlier in the night.
Shinji Uchikawa: I have...failed him. I was not good enough.
Fiona Rourke: What? No, you didn't fail him. You did your best and I have to say you did a hell of a job.
She smiles, reaching over to lay a hand on his shoulder and pat it gently.
Fiona Rourke: You are good enough. We all take bumps in the road and we can't win everything. But you didn't fail him, Shinji. Trust me.
Shinji Uchikawa: I have to prove I am worthy to use the OMEGA-16.
Fiona Rourke: You already are worthy. If he didn't think you were? He wouldn't have told you to use it to begin with.
Shinji Uchikawa: I must...I have to.
Fiona Rourke: I understand. Just....don't let that need eat you up inside, okay? It might destroy you and hinder you than be of any help to get better.
Shinji nods and looks at her, reaching a fist out for them to pound them.
Shinji Uchikawa: For him.
Fiona looks at his fist before she grins slowly and nods, her fist reaching out to pound against his.
Fiona Rourke: For him.
Shinji nods and pauses for a second, all before he finally says something that has galvanized EXODUS stars for a year.
Shinji Uchikawa: All...all will be right.
Or not.
Fiona laughs softly, smiling at her new friend.
Fiona Rourke: Close. All will be well.
Shinji Uchikawa: Yes, what I say. All will be well!
Fiona Rourke: All will be well. But now, I need to finish getting ready for my match. See you later, friend.
She smiles, pounding his fist once again before she waves and heads to her usual spot to stretch and prepare for her upcoming match and we go back to Dick and Seth.
Dick Morosi: It's hard to believe it, but Fiona's looking prepared for another strong run this winter. She's got Kira T. Zeppeli a little later tonight!
Seth Ericson: But first, my friend, we've got an International Title match! This could easily end up changing the shape of things!
Dick Morosi: Only two people have ever successfully defended the EXODUS Pro International Title, and Zack Lifer can join that elite group in this next match up against Jaime Alejandro. Let's go to the ring!
Honor Cup: BLOCK A (International Title Match)
ZACK LIFER (EXODUS Pro International Champion) VS. JAIME ALEJANDRO (SHOOT Project)
The arena goes dark for a second, as the video starts up we hear Devour the Day’s “Good Man” crank up.
David Zinkus: The following contest is an Honor Cup Block A Match, and is for the International Championship, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming to us by way of Shoot Project, this is Jaime Alejandro.
I want to be a good man, I want to see God
I want to be faithful but I know that I’m not
I want to be a good man, I want to do right
I don’t wanna be a criminal for the rest of my life
Jaime Alejandro comes out of the back and we see him looking towards the ring. The crowd looks at him, wondering what he’s going to do next. He gets down on his knees and says a prayer to himself.
Everything that I've done before
Has brought me back down to my knees
I’m crying out to you, Lord
It’s getting harder and harder to see
If there’s good left in me?
Is there any good left in..ME!!!
He pulls off the Hail Mary gesture and springs up. He punches towards the air as the crowd holds the hands out, trying to touch him. He holds his hands out, going slowly towards the ring. As he does, we see him jump up onto the apron. He then vaults himself in, waiting for the champion's arrival.
Dick Morosi: Jaime is fired up Seth. He has the size, the strength, and the Shoot Project background makes him a formidable adversary. Could we see a new champion?
Seth Ericson: I've been in this business too long. I know never to count anyone out. He could be prime for a star making performance!
From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!
The words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. The lights are pitch black except for a few golden lights beaming down and search the crowd. Suddenly, a figure is seen moving towards the ring, down the stairs from the audience. As the camera zooms in, the figure is revealed to be none other than Zack Lifer. He hops the barricade, a twisted grin a mile wide on his face as the crowd continues to rain down boos. He glances at the crowd in confusion, clearly not understanding why they chose to boo instead of cheer him.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, representing Gods and Monsters he is the EXODUS International Champion... Zack Lifer!!!
Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?
Lifer sprints towards the ring, walking up the steel steps while keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder, several signs directed at Lifer in the crowd.
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
The camera zooms out from the crowd signs and watches Zack as he quickly hops the top rope effortlessly and raises his fist to the sky with a livid expression on his face which quickly turned into a smirk. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress.
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
The camera zoomed out from the scene of Zack's arm raised with the firework shooting by swiftly in the background and watches as he gets on the outside apron again. He quickly hops the top rope effortlessly in one movement, his eyes searching the excited crowd as a smirk crosses his face. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress.
Seth Ericson: Lifer looks completely focused. He's coming off a great victory over Johnny Cannon, and becoming champion has somewhat changed him.
Dick Morosi: Is it a change for the better? that's the real question. And we're underway!
As the bell chimes thrice, echoes, and fades away, the two wrestlers begin to circle the ring. Lifer’s arms reach for Alejandro once the Texan is within striking distance, but Jaime is able to quickly slap them away. Zack puts his right hand up, spreading out his fingers, prompting his opponent to do the same as he lock’s his hand onto the challenger's. Alejandro twists his foe’s arm and puts tremendous pressure on his wrist, making the New Jerseyan somewhat wince, but the quick thinking champion manages to score with a swift knee to his opponent’s abdominal region. He then gets a handful of the Shoot Project star’s hair, using it to lift him upright before turning him around. Now standing back-to-back, the champ hooks his arms with Jaime’s and drops to his knees and leans forward to pull him down with a Backslide - Alejandro throws his body back just as referee Chris Dawson slides into position to escape the early pinfall attempt. The challenger scrambles to all fours as the erratic Lifer towers over him. Aware of his positioning, Jaime leans up and wraps both his arms around his opponent’s legs, then sweeps him off his feet with a Double Leg Takedown. Before he can mount Lifer and attempt to follow up with punches, the champion rolls to the side, and Alejandro rolls backwards. The combatants then get to their feet.
Dick Morosi: These two spent the first few minutes feeling one another out. Who do you think has the advantage Seth?
Seth Ericson: I don’t know Dick, I’m too busy playing this Pokemon game Lifer let me borrow. It’s entertaining stuff.
Dick Morosi: Give me that!
Seth Ericson: You're such a buzzkill.
Jaime Alejandro wastes no time in charging at his adversary, quickly sticking his arm out to the side to attempt a Clothesline. The aforementioned attack is evaded as the Jerseyan ducks and turns around to collide with the ring ropes, which then throw him back out in a forward trajectory toward his foe. The pugnacious brawler thrusts out his leg, intending to kick his opponent in the face, but the astute challenger steps back and captures his protruding limb. Lifer’s free leg suddenly swings up straight for Alejandro's temple, but the Shoot Project star ducks the Enzuigiri attempt. The Texan throws the captive foot of the E-Pro villain (who thinks he’s a hero), spinning Lifer around - then immediately pushing him to the ropes before grabbing his arm and launching him across the ring with an Irish Whip. The Texan waits in the center of the squared circle while his foe bounces off the trio of ropes and returns. As Lifer draws near, Alejandro slaps his arm under that of the International Champion’s, and spins around to bring him down with a fluid Arm Drag - Zack being forced to somersault before landing on the mat supinely with a thud, yet is able to get up rather quickly. Both wrestlers lunge at each other, with the erratic champion ducking, and putting his arm underneath Jaime’s, and spinning to deliver an impressive Armdrag of his own. The two wrestlers get back to their feet again, with Alejandro immediately grabbing Lifer’s arm and whipping him in the direction of the corner. The Heavyweight charges forward, only to have Zack maneuver out of the corner and bring him down with a Drop Toe Hold, sending him face first into the turnbuckle. The champion quickly scrambles to his feet, before running and jumping forward, throwing his adept right knee up and slamming it into the back of Jaime’s neck.
Dick Morosi: What a strike from Zack Lifer! That could have done serious damage to his vertebrae!
Seth Ericson: These Shoot Project guys are dropping like flies. He could have whiplash, a concussion, anything from that! What a move.
The New Jerseyan grabs his opponent by the waist and drags him to a vertical base. Lifer’s arms slide around the Texan’s waist as he pulls back to attempt a German Suplex, but the Heavyweight is having none of it as he plants his feet to avoid being drivien into the canvas. Jaime grabs Zack’s wrist and spins out of the rear waistlock - now standing side to side with his adversary, the Ghetto Strong Style specialist throws an elbow into the face of the International Champ. With Lifer momentarily stunned, Alejandro hooks his leg around the near leg of his foe’s, then drapes an arm over his shoulders. Afterward, he swings his whole body back, coercing the champion to the canvas, courtesy of a side Russian Leg Sweep. The large striker rolls away and rests for a moment, as the effects of the knee strike moments ago begin to catch up with him, providing an excruciating headrush.
Dick Morosi: Spoke too soon Seth. Alejandro has come to fight tonight. Lifer has his work cut out for him.
Seth Ericson: He can't follow up though. That knee strike is still bothering him.
Alejandro attempts to shake the cobwebs, but remains face down, his head swimming with painful recollections as he struggles to find his way back to a vertical base. As the struggle continues, he takes notice of his opponent, who by now has rolled onto his stomach and attempts to climb to his feet as well. Jaime uses the full support of the ring ropes to get back to his feet and begins to approach his opponent. The Shoot Project star brings his arm closer to Lifer’s arm but has it slapped away by the deceptively sharp champion. Alejandro lunges forward with his right shoulder, but Lifer turns around and takes a step forward, quickly leaning to the side and catching his foe’s ankle. Jaime trips and lands on the second rope, and Zack makes a rush towards the opposite side - he rebounds off the ropes and springs back towards his opponent, raising his leg leg up and once again driving his knee into the back of his opponent’s head. The strike brings yet another gasp of horror from the crowd.
Dick Morosi: Yet another vicious strike from Zack Lifer, another running knee smash of sorts. Boy, he’s become extremely aggressive since becoming International Champion.
Seth Ericson: It’s his life Dick. It’s apart of him. He won’t give it up without a fight.
The New Jerseyan quickly takes action once more, grabbing Alejandro by the hair and pulling him back up. The Texan is brought to the middle of the ring, where Lifer has him trapped in a front facelock. Zack makes for a DDT, but it is interrupted and thwarted during the set-up as Jaime drives a right hand into his ribs. The champion is forced to relinquish his hold, which allows the Heavyweight to capitalize and counter, as he places an arm between his opponent’s legs, and reaches over his shoulders before spinning him over onto his back with a Powerslam. Lifer falls into a trance, staring up at the ceiling while his body goes numb. Already executing a lateral press, Alejandro watches as Chris Dawson slides into position to begin the count.
“ONE”
“TWO”
The champion throws a shoulder up to break the pinfall attempt, and his head is immediately grabbed by the fired-up Texan. Jaime begins pulling him up, only to receive a short punch to the ribcage. Slightly stunned, Alejandro is an easy victim to a vicious forearm that collides with his chin. Jaime stumbles toward the far ropes with his back to his adversary. The New Jerseyan waits for the opportune moment to strike, and it finally comes when his opponent turns around to lean his back on the ropes. Lifer charges at that moment, then hurries across the ring before sticking his arm out to the side and vigorously swinging it forward. The Clothesline sends Alejandro over the ropes, but he is able to land on his feet on the outside -albeit staggering and stumbling and completely groggy. Zack builds up a head of steam before driving through the top and middle ropes with his arms stretched forward. The two wrestlers collide and the International Champion drives his adversary into the lightly padded floor below.
Seth Ericson: Suicide Dive by the champion! Both these guys took quite a lot of damage from that move.
Dick Morosi: Lifer has taken control of the match now. Alejandro is reeling.
As Lifer rolls off of his opponent and the two lie sprawling side-to-side, Chris Dawson begins his count.
“ONE!”
The motionless wrestlers simply remain, well inert.
“TWO!”
Zack begins to stir while all Alejandro can do is lie in his current state and mutter obscenities.
“THREE!”
The champion gets to one knee and looks over his prone opponent, then tries to push himself to a vertical base.
“FOUR!”
Jaime Alejandro is finally showing signs of life on the floor. With a deep breath, Zack comes to a stand, and turns toward his opponent.
“FIVE!”
Lifer bends down to grab the Texan by the hair, then pulls him to a sitting position.
“SIX!”
Alejandro is pulled to his feet, and led toward the ring.
Seth Ericson: He’s trying to make a statement here. He could just let him get counted out, but he’d rather get the pinfall. Says a lot about the new International Champion.
“SEVEN!”
Lifer slowly rolls his foe back into the ring, then slides into the squared battlefield himself. Zack crawls over to Jaime’s carcass, quickly executing a lateral press, spurring the referee to make the count.
“ONE”
“TWO”
Alejandro throws a shoulder up, breaking the count, much to the dismay and anger of the New Jerseyan. Obviously punch-drunk, Jaime plants his fists into the canvas and pushes himself up onto both knees while Lifer climbs back to his feet. Continuing to press the issue, Zack sidesteps before unleashing a vile kick to the Texan’s chest. Jaime flinches and winces, the force behind the kick almost knocking him on his back. Seeing as his foe remains upright, Lifer punishes him for his obstinance, lacing his chest with a second barbaric kick, with the successor thrown with more malice than it’s predecessor. Jaime coughs in pain, almost like a new smoker whose lungs are new to the toxin’s of cigarettes. Despite the agony sustained, Jaime remains on his knees, both perturbing and exasperating his nemesis. Going for the hatrick, the Middle Weight swings his leg once again, this time aimed at his opponent’s skull. Avoiding the proverbial guillotine Jaime ducks, throwing Lifer momentarily off-balance, effectively creating a window of opportunity to take back control of the contest. In one fluid motion, Alejandro springs to his feet, and maliciously launches his forearm into the side of Lifer’s head, just as the International Champion had gotten his equilibrium realigned.
The debilitating strike leaves him vulnerable and staggering in place like a drunk, as Alejandro quickly seizes him in a Full Nelson hold, before falling backward - he violently bridges his back to slam his opponent into the canvas with a thunderous impact. With Lifer still in his clutches, the Heavyweight rolls back to his feet, Zack desperately trying to break free from the hold but to no avail - King Buster! But he’s not done yet. Alejandro once again pulls him to his feet, now holding him in a Double Chickenwing, before bridging backward to bring him down with a Tiger Suplex. The crowd is going nuts as Jaime pulls him back to a stand, quickly encircling his torso to apply a waistlock, before driving his momentum back to deliver a thunderous German Suplex. Lifer is gassed, but Alejandro is far from finished. The Texan rolls back to his feet, dragging Lifer along for the ride. The flustered, exhausted champion reaches out for the ropes with the little energy he has remaining, but his efforts at escaping his peril are rendered futile as Alejandro captures the G&M member in a Straight Jacket hold, using the submission as leverage to aid him in lifting Zack off the canvas, falling backward to suplex the International Champion into the canvas with authority. Alejandro bridges his hips and keeps the straight jacket applied, pinning Lifer’s shoulders down.
Seth Ericson: How many Suplex variations was that? Holy Hell!
“ONE”
Dick Morosi: He calls that the Hydra-Plex. Great execution. Dropping him right on his head time after time after time after… well you get the picture. He could have him here.
“TWO”
With a third count imminent, the champion convulses his body and rolls a shoulder over to break the count. Alejandro’s face reddens, and he immediately gets up, panting and boiling like a kettle on the stove. He admonishes Chris Dawson, but the referee holds two fingers up to state his case. Meanwhile, the dazed champion regains his bearings, rolling onto his chest before lifting himself up on all fours. He wills himself up on one knee, alerting Jaime of his presence. With his lips curled in a scowl, the Texan assaults his foe with a stiff forearm strike to the face. Lifer’s foundation trembles but he remains on his knee, showing his mettle. Lifer retaliates, scoring with an elbow to Jaime’s knee to stop him in his tracks, before the champion climbs to his feet and goes for a Sleeper Hold to wear the big man down. Zack begins a rhythm of rocking back and forth, almost appearing as if his attempts of momentum are to lull the Heavyweight to sleep. Each twist he makes from his perch brings him closer to victory, until Alejandro slowly pivots onto his hip. Lifer, re-positions himself, still trying to find the sweet spot to counter Jaime’s lower center of balance. However, due to this, Alejandro is given an opening, which comes more apparent to him as drives a number of elbows into the champion’s breadbasket. To great satisfaction, Jaime’s head regains freedom as Lifer withdraws from his pursuit of submission victory, staggering back into the ropes next to the pair -thus freeing up enough time for his counterpart to return to his feet.
Alejandro comes back to a vertical base, his long brown hair being flung from the quick revolving of his posture, his eyes widened and brought aflame by the fight. He turns to see Lifer bent against the ropes with a hand holding his beaten gut. As he scrambles toward the champion, Jaime perks up, and locks back a boxing like haymaker towards his foe’s cranium. Lifer is able to dodge, and avoid the knockout blow. In lieu of his evasion, Zack strides forward to flank the Shoot Project wrestler by standing behind him. Alejandro spins around in midst of recoil, and is shoved into the ropes. Lifer then attempts an Irish Whip, only to have it blocked and turned on him - Zack is sent across the ring , rebounds and makes a return trip, quickly ducking a Clothesline. As he bounces off the ropes for a second time he isn’t so successful, as a Yakuza Kick comes crashing across his cranium, instantly sweeping his weight off his own feet and sending him vaulting to the mat. Alejandro drops down following the devastating kick, the adrenaline rush having taken its toll on him.
Dick Morosi: What a fantastic match! Back and forth, trading the advantage. These two are leaving it all out there tonight!
Seth Ericson: I take back what I said about these Shoot Project guys. Alejandro has brought it. He's proved himself. And he could a few moments away from crashing Lifer's championship parade.
Both men remain motionless, the punishment the two have endured beginning to catch up to them, meanwhile a “This is Wrestling” chant slowly builds up in the RIMAC arena. The deliverer of the recent onslaught of moves is the first to display signs of movement, as he crawls to the ropes, using them as a crutch to stand. Plodding, he makes his way to Lifer, pulling the befuddled champion off the canvas, slowly dragging him to a vertical base. As he nears his feet, Lifer reaches up and grabs Alejandro with both hands. Zack captures him by the head before dropping to his knees; the deceptive genius scores with a Jaw Breaker, a counter that sends the Heavyweight staggering back before dropping to a knee, his bells ringing loudly as his head hangs awkwardly to the side. Lifer forces himself up to his feet, then charges the ropes. He suddenly jumps up with the Forced Suicide set-up and lands the strike, driving his knee cap right in the back of Alejandro’s head. The two men find themselves laying on the canvas, with too much fatigue plaguing their bodies.
Seth Ericson: Forced Suicide out of nowhere! He got all of that. Alejandro is out of it!
Dick Morosi: This see-saw matched tipped back into his favor. And all that damage to his head has left Jaime seemingly incapacitated.
Zack, surprisingly able to move, crawls toward his opponent and rolls him over for the pin.
“ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE”
David Zinkus: The winner of this contest, and STILL EXODUS International Champion... Zack Lifer!
WINNER (and STILL EXODUS Pro International Champion): ZACK LIFER
Dick Morosi: WHAT A MATCH! Not only did Zack Lifer pull off a huge first defense of the International Title and earn his way into the record books, but Jaime Alejandro pulls off a star making performance!
Seth Ericson: What a huge match up! Jaime Alejandro proved that he belongs with the best in EXODUS right here tonight on FX! Let's head backstage!
Backstage, Nicholas Gray is watching the end of the Lifer vs. Alejandro match on a monitor...when a large shadow is cast over the TV! He turns, and there stand two men. One is recognizable; it's the “new form” of Rufus Frost that first appeared two weeks ago at EXPRO on FX #7. Next to him, however, is an absolute mountain of a man!
Nicholas Gray: Uh...what exactly is this, Rufus?
Rufus Frost: This, Nick, is my new client! Look at him! He makes all of EXODUS look like little girls! Especially the girls!
Indeed, the man next to Rufus Frost is enormous; his shoulders look like bowling balls, and if that's the case, his biceps would be wrecking balls. His upper body looks like that of an action figure, and his thighs are each the size of a Christmas turkey..or two.
Nicholas Gray: He's very impressive, but...Rufus...you know we have a drug testing policy, right?
Rufus looks incredulous at the accusation. To his credit, the muscle man next to him seems completely oblivious, and in fact begins posing, showing off just how big his muscles can get if he flexes.
Rufus Frost: Are you kidding me? Are you actually saying that Atlas here...is using some kind of performance enhancing drugs? That's ridiculous Nicholas, almost as ridiculous as saying this ISN'T a six thousand dollar su-
Rufus' eyes get wide as he realizes what he's done, and slowly turns to look behind him...where Meta Johnson is standing, eyes bugged out at him.
Rufus Frost: Quick, Atlas, protect me!
Indeed, the large man shuffles over in between Rufus and Meta, creating a barrier...and a standoff.
Meta Johnson: You watch your back, Frost! I've got my eyes on you!
Rufus turns back to address Gray...who has already left. He looks at Atlas.
Rufus Frost: You...you're clean, right?
Cut to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2013 12:10:49 GMT -6
We cut backstage to one of the larger locker rooms. This one, unlike the others, seems to have been given a slight bit of preferential treatment. Mahogany tables are littered with various items of food, fine suits are neatly hung up by the midnight black lockers and a framed picture of four well-dressed individuals hangs on the wall. Sat upon a chocolate brown leather sofa is a melancholy Andreas Lasiewicz. He is shirtless, yet still wears his suit pants and well-polished shoes. His hair hangs over his face, his head in his hands. Next to him is his dark yellow and crimson ring gear, folded up neatly ready for him to change. And by the other side, a Gibson J45 Standard Vintage Sunburst guitar. He turns to it and picks it up, resting it on his lap. He strokes the fret board thoughtfully, then slowly begins to strum the strings in a soothing rhythm. Andreas Lasiewicz: Hear the sirens. Hear the circus so profound… I hear the sirens. More and more in this here town. Let me catch my breath to breathe. And reach across the bed. Just to know we're safe. I am a grateful man… His vocals are low, both in a baritone voice and in volume, as if he didn’t want anybody to listen in. He is studying the strings carefully, a whirlwind of thoughts seemingly running through his mind. Andreas Lasiewicz: The slightest bit of light. And I can see you clear. Oh, have to take your hand. And feel your breath for fear this someday will be over. I pull you close; so much to lose knowing that nothing lasts forever. I didn't care before you were here. I danced with laughter with the ever after. But all things change. Let this remain… His strangely beautiful vocals grow louder, more powerful and more passionate as he plays on, picking and choosing his lyrics carefully. His head rocks to a beat, as his foot stamps upon the wooden flooring making an accompanying drum beat. Andreas Lasiewicz: Hear the sirens. Covering distance in the night. The sound echoing closer. Will they come for me next time? For every choice mistake I've made it's not my plan. And if you choose to stay I'll wait, I'll understand… His voice becomes more intense, more emotional as tears wells up in his eyes as a seemingly mournful mind frame takes over him. Andreas Lasiewicz: Oh, it's a fragile thing. This life we lead. If I think too much I can get over…whelmed by the grace. By which we live our lives with death over our shoulders. I study your face, And the fear goes away, The fear goes away…. In a sudden, shaking movement he leaps to his feet, letting out a bloodcurdling roar as he spins in a violent motion, smashing the guitar upon the floor. Over and over again he hammers it into the ground, as if he is taking a pickaxe to a boulder. His rage goes on as he overturns the catering table; food flying upon the wall and splattering like a collage. He pulls down one of the lockers with a clang, personal artifacts of those he is sharing the room with spilling out upon the floor. He charges about the room, flinging what remains of the guitar across the room as he collapses to the floor, tugging at his own hair like a man possessed. Andreas Lasiewicz:… T-t-the… fear… goes away… His last words are clouded by deep breaths, his eyes filled with sorrowful tears of red. He wipes it away, staring down at his palms, blood on his hands as we cut to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Andreas Lasiewicz isn't in the right frame of mind tonight. He's got the memory of his late protege, Isaac Bongartz, on his mind. Seth Ericson: We here at EXODUS Pro send our thoughts and prayers to the family of Isaac, and a portion of tonight's live event merchandise sales will go to help his family. Dick Morosi: Meanwhile, the show must go on. We've got a Block C match next when Sally Talfourd meets Savannah Taylor, let's go to the ring. Honor Cup: BLOCK C
SALLY TALFOURD VS. SAVANNAH TAYLORDavid Zinkus: The following contest is an Honor Cup Tournament “C” Block Match! The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her. David Zinkus: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is “The Last Magician” Sally Talfourd! Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match. Dick Morosi: We see Sally getting ready for her match, but you have to figure the loss to TROUBLE last week weighs in a bit on her mind… Seth Ericson: Who knows, but honestly, she needs to keep her eye on that hot blonde that’s about to come out here and tear the ring up with her… As the opening guitar riff to "I'm Your Favorite Drug" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to play, the lights fade and take on a brilliant pink hue. What you get is what you see
It won't take much to get hooked on me
So shoot me right into your skin
And I will be your heroin.
The side effects are sexual
Are you down for a taste?
The side effects are sexual
And you love the way I say.. David Zinkus: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one-hundred and fifteen pounds, standing in at five feet and eight inches, she is the “Las Vegas Siren” Savannah Taylor! The chorus kicks in as Savannah steps out from the back, her hands placed on her slender hips as she looks out over the crowd, most of whom are caught between jeering the blonde and showing their appreciation. She simply rolls her eyes as she causally walks down the aisle. I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
Just one hit is never enough
I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
You cant break this addiction no.
Your favorite drug.... Once at the end of the ramp, she hops up onto the apron and spins around so her back is resting on the ropes. Placing her hands on the top rope, Savannah places one foot on the middle rope and effortlessly swings herself backward into the ring. Once inside, she flicks her hair behind her as she walks over to the corner, resting her back against the turnbuckle as the lights return to normal. Seth Ericson: And this is what I’m talking about, Dick… Dick Morosi: Savannah certainly proved her mettle last show against Aria Dior. Qualifying for her spot in this competition, she’s proven to be a dangerous vixen. Seth Ericson: And one that I like…. The referee calls for the bell, as the two ladies meet up in the middle of the ring. Sally establishes her weight a bit, by pushing Savannah back for a moment. You see Savannah looking over at Sally for a second with a bit of a smirk on her face. She comes back and locks up with Sally once more. As they tangle up, you see Savannah trying for a kick to the shin, but Sally beats her to the punch with her own kick to the side of the Siren’s leg. Dick Morosi: And that’s why you don’t get in the kicking game against Sally Talfourd. Seth Ericson: Sadly, I agree, that chipper little chipmunk can kick you hard enough to need coloring books for the remaining Christmas Days you have on Earth. Dick Morosi: Not even going to ask what that means… As Sally gets in the well timed kicks, you see Savannah pulling up her opponent with a nice little hip strike. Talfourd goes back for a moment and rubs on her hip. Taylor pulls up her Desert Rose fist, but Sally blocks it easily. As she does, she comes back with a drop of the fist and a spinning heel kick to Savannah’s face. Savannah goes to the ground holding her jaw, with a vicious look on her face. Seth Ericson: No, no! Not the face! Dick Morosi: Yeah, she got it in the face… Seth Ericson: But she’s hot! Or she was… Savannah trips her opponent up, and Sally goes to the ground. As the Last Magician hits the ground, you see the Siren pulling her hair and bouncing her head up and down the mat. You hear the impact of every shot. You see the crowd booing as the blonde vixen starts hammering down on their favorite Sally. She gets up and sneers a bit at the boo birds, and stomps right on Sally’s chest. Dick Morosi: That was uncalled for! Seth Ericson: Yeah, but man she looks good doing it! Dick Morosi: Can you call this match without thinking with the secondary brain… Seth Ericson: We are on FX, you know? As Savannah goes for another stomp, you see Sally catch the foot. She twists her over for a pretty quick dragon whip to the leg. Savannah holds her leg in sheer pain. You then see Talfourd pulling back Savannah’s leg for a kneebar. The Siren starts screeching in pain as the technician in Talfourd is starting her attack in the knee. You see Savannah scratching and clawing for the ropes with all she has. Seth Ericson: Look at Talfourd, she’s trying to rip Savannah’s knee out of socket! Dick Morosi: She certainly could, if the tapping doesn’t come very soon. That kneebar can cause a world of damage, honestly… Seth Ericson: She needs to stop that! You see the Las Vegas Siren grabbing the ropes as quickly as she can… Sally has a look of pure frustration on her face, as she thought the match would be over quickly. Taylor is holding her knee in a bit of pain from being wrenched. You see the crowd booing at the sight of Sally having to release the hold. Savannah pulls herself up to her feet with the assistance of the ropes. She looks down at her opponent, who’s pulling herself back to her feet, as well. Dick Morosi: Sally having to observe the rope break, but you see that Savannah’s not moving too swiftly. Seth Ericson: But Savannah’s still in this match… And now she’s in Sally’s head. Dick Morosi: But on only leg, you don’t know how much she’s got left in movement. Savannah rubs her knee slowly. Sally rushes forward and goes for the knee again. Taylor goes down to the mat and keeps the head pinned down. As she keeps the head down, you see her pulling both legs into a lock. She then pulls back the head slowly as both legs are now trapped. Savannah looks upward towards the crowd that’s booing her viciously. Dick Morosi: THE ACE OF SPADES! Seth Ericson: That double leg Muta Lock… And she’s got her in the perfect position where she can’t escape now… You see Savannah pulling back on the hold a bit, as Sally tries to escape the hold… Savannah sinks in both legs hard and pulls back on the head. Sally keeps trying to escape, but the Siren isn’t going to let up. All Sally can do is quit… Dick Morosi: Oh my god… Savannah just got Sally to submit?!! Seth Ericson: I don’t believe this… Savannah just pulled it off! Savannah releases the hold, as she gets up, you see her hobbling a bit on one leg. The referee raises her arm. David Zinkus:The winner, by submission! SAVANNAH TAYLOR! WINNER: SAVANNAH TAYLORDick Morosi: This is a massive upset! Savannah Taylor puts herself in the driver's seat of Block C of the Honor Cup with an upset win over Sally Talfourd! Seth Ericson: Man, is that cup gonna look good in her pretty hands. Dick Morosi: While Seth here gets off to the idea, let's head backstage. As the scene fades into the backstage area, we see San Diego Bay champion Blake Jones, getting ready for his match. He finishes wrapping up his wrists with tape before putting on the jacket he wears while going down to that ring. Blake then grabs his San Diego Bay title belt and slings it over his right shoulder before turning around. Except, when he turns around, we hear a roar before Brett Sands charges into the scene and drives his shoulder right into the midsection of Jones, hitting a spear and causing Blake to drop his title and hit the ground hard. Brett looks right at Blake as he stays on his knees. Brett Sands: Think you can get away with your cheap shots?! Brett grabs Blake by the head and begins hitting him with quite a few rights before letting go of his head. Brett Sands: Come near me again and I won't spare you like I am sparing you right now. Brett gets up to both feet and drives his right boot into Blake's midsection before brushing himself off and heading out of the scene. Brett Sands: [BLEEP]ing bitch. As he makes his way out of the scene, Blake rolls to all fours, holding his midsection and coughing heavily. He takes a quick glance to the direction Brett left and shake his head before releasing another cough. Blake Jones: I'm gonna get you back for this, Brett. Gonna get you back for everything. 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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2013 12:02:19 GMT -6
Back from commercial, we're at the EXPRO on FX interview set, where Tom Matheny is standing by.
Tom Matheny: Fans, right now I want to bring in a special guest of Jonathan Collins...White Phoenix!
The man once called a “Living Legend” steps in from the left; he's dressed in what could be called business casual; a black button-down shirt with a white and red tie, and slacks. His brown hair is messy, and he's got just a little bit of a goatee growing. The fans in the building...the ones that recognize and remember him, that is...react with a round of applause.
Tom Matheny: Thanks for joining me, Phoenix. Now, what caused Jonathan Collins to draw you out of...well, hiding?
White Phoenix: If I can be honest, Tom, it was a mutual thing. Jon's got a lot on his plate, and he knows how important it is for Fiona Rourke to be ready for the Honor Cup. He's tried to get me out of my self-imposed exile for awhile...but only now do I think he actually needed me.
Tom Matheny: And what of your relationships? Both with Jonathan, who you've had more than your fair share of troubles and battles with, and Jimmy Riley, who you trained to get into wrestling?
Phoenix shakes his head, grinning.
White Phoenix: Look, a lot of things went down ten years ago between me and Jon. But there's one thing that exists, that has always existed between us; it's respect. We put each other through hell back in New Era Wrestling, but at the end, both of us were still standing. As for Jimmy-
He's cut off as, on the other side of Tom Matheny, Jimmy Riley has almost shown up on cue. He's already dressed for his match against Blake Jones later tonight, having chosen a neon blue sweatshirt. The two stare each other down for a moment, before smiles cross their faces.
White Phoenix: As for Jimmy, he and I have been going through a little bit of a refresher course. He's not there yet, but he's dangerous every time he steps in between those ropes, Tom.
Tom Matheny: Do you have a pick for who's going to win the Honor Cup?
White Phoenix: There's sixteen people in the Honor Cup, Tom. Sixteen people, all of them are great wrestlers and tough fighters. I couldn't possibly begin to pick out one or two, no matter how involved I am with two of them. Even if I did what I think you're asking me to, and picked Fiona or Jimmy to win, I can't account for what happens in Block A. Zack Lifer and Jaime Alejandro are going to fight for the International Title in a few minutes. In the main event, it's Andreas Lasiewicz and Chandler Scott, one of the best wrestlers in the world and a guy who's going to be one of the best very shortly. Anything can happen; everything can happen. You ask me when we're down to four, I might have an answer.
Tom turns to Jimmy Riley, sizing up the San Diego Bay Title contender.
Tom Matheny: Tonight, Jimmy, it's a rematch between you and Blake Jones. Just a few short weeks ago, it was you who held gold, and now you're challenging for it. Any last moment thoughts?
Jimmy Riley: Tom...there's a certain feel in the air tonight. It's the real first night of the Honor Cup. Just two weeks ago, everyone who's clawing for an advantage tonight had to win their way in. Some had to fight harder than others; Blake Jones had to successfully defend his title, Zack Lifer had to win his. The Turks fought three matches, and STILL lost their Tag Team Titles! Tonight's electric, Tom Matheny. We've already seen that nobody is guaranteed a win, what with Gabriel Gambino and Abby Park going to a draw. But there's two things I know...
Tom looks back and forth between teacher and student before shrugging his shoulders.
Jimmy Riley: Number one, Blake Jones and I go into our match knowing what the measuring stick is for our block. Number two...both of us know that everything is up for grabs in our match. Blake is a hell of a fighter; he's the San Diego Bay Champion, he won War Games...but how far is he willing to go to retain his title, when I'm not Brett Sands? He'd love to get his hands on Brett, to do to him what Sands did to Sylar Drake. But I'm not Brett Sands. I'm not some guy he's got unbridled anger against. So what's the line for Blake Jones? What line is he unwilling to cross...that I might just be willing to? Because the Honor Cup, the San Diego Bay Title, and all the pride that he pulled away from me the last time we faced off? It's a lot for me to take away from this match.
Jimmy pats Tom on the back, nods to White Phoenix, then heads off. Tom watches him off, then turns back to Phoenix.
Tom Matheny: Any last words, Phoenix?
White Phoenix: Yes...but not about the Honor Cup. This message is for Jerry Matthews. I've been hanging around all three Marauders for a couple of weeks now...and I can assure him of this. Jerry...you've got a couple of people mightily pissed off at you right now. Watch your back.
Tom Matheny: There you have it; a warning for Jerry Matthews. Let's head back to the ring for more Honor Cup action!
Dick Morosi: Seems like Jerry could be in trouble if we're to believe what White Phoenix said.
Seth Ericson: ...Didn't we know the Marauders are pissed at Jerry? This is not breaking news.
Dick Morosi: Either way, we have our next Honor Cup match coming up! Brett Sands meets Anna Molly next!
Honor Cup: BLOCK A
BRETT SANDS VS. ANNA MOLLY
David Zinkus: The following is an Honor Cup A Block Match! Introducing first...
"Burn" by Papa Roach begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience begins to boo. Brett Sands steps through the curtains, wearing his dark green trunks and his dark green sleeveless hoodie, a cocky smirk on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp. The audience continues to throw heat his way and all he does is raise his right arm up in the air, hand balled up to a fist.
David Zinkus: From Cincinnati, Ohio, weighting in at 267lbs! BRETT! SAAAANDS!
Sands slowly makes his way down the ramp, that same smirk on his face as he can hear the boos, but does not pay attention to the people who are throwing said hate at him. Once reaching ringside, Brett makes his way up the steel steps and enters the ring before walking to the center of it and basking in the hate, letting out a small "ah" sound before removing his hoodie and tossing it at the announcer. Brett then makes his way towards his corner and stretches as he awaits for the match to start.
Dick Morosi: Sands had a hell of an entrance into the Honor Cup, upsetting Adrien Cochrane, and now the slightly egomaniacal performer is ready to make the Honor Cup his.
Seth Ericson: But first he's gotta get through a crazy.
David Zinkus: And his opponent...
Anna Molly bounds out from behind the curtain ans half-runs, half-skips down to the ring, an almost sinister smile on her face the whole way there. She slides into the ring and does wrist-flexors until the starting bell.
David Zinkus: From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 125lbs, ANNA MOLLY!
Dick Morosi: This is a scary woman, beating Kevin Hardaway in a vicious brawl last E-Pro to get into the Cup. She could be one that everyone else has to worry about here.
The bell rings and the both of them immediately step to one another and begin trading blow after blow! The crowd gets on their feet as the two competitors hammer each other with fists and elbows, repeatedly slamming into one another with all they have. Despite her smaller stature, Anna Molly is able to stand and fight with Sands just fine, dealing as good as he does, at least until a sudden elbow smash from Sands disorients her, after which he nails her down with a belly to belly.
Dick Morosi: They certainly didn't waste any time getting started! The both of them are damn hungry for their first Honor Cup win!
Seth Ericson: Well one of them is, I think the hot girl just wants to beat Sands up.
Dick Morosi: Eh, I think it's a 50/50 thing with her.
Seth Ericson: I'd 50/50 her.
Dick Morosi: ...what does that even mean.
Seth Ericson: ...HEY LOOK IT'S A GERMAN SUPLEX TO ANNA MOLLY!
Dick Morosi: Molly attempting to get to her feet, only for Sands to nail her with a fist to the back of the head!
Seth Ericson: She wanted a fight, she's getting one!
Sands pulls Molly to her feet, and goes for a lariat, only for her to duck under it! By the time Brett has turned around, she's on the offensive throwing rights and lefts at him! Sands isn't able to get an opening and can only try to back away from the violent redhead, finding himself getting stuck in the corner, where Molly leaps and smashes her knee into Sands' face! She then runs to the opposite corner and back, trying for another one, but Brett moves out of the way, leaving Molly crashing into the corner, with Brett dropping down to roll her up!
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Kickout!
Dick Morosi: Both wrestlers on their feet, and Anna Molly immediately trying to get back into bare fisticuffs with Brett!
Seth Ericson: And he is wanting none of that crazy girl.
Dick Morosi: Indeed, Brett is doing his best to stay out of her way, and that only seems to be irritating Anna Molly more and more!
Seth Ericson: And she's...just given up on it?
Dick Morosi: It seems so, seems she's going for the ropes instead! And Brett sees an opportunity, he's going for her!
Seth Ericson: She planned it!
Dick Morosi: Anna Molly ducks Sands' attack, leaving him bouncing chest first off the ropes!
Seth Ericson: SHE'S ON HIM!
Dick Morosi: Anna has leaped onto Brett's back and is choking him! My God!
Seth Ericson: This is not hot at all!
Dick Morosi: The referee is stepping in, this just isn't how wrestling works! He's begun the 5 count, will she even let go?!
Seth Ericson: He made it to 4, but she let go. Damn crazy.
Dick Morosi: And-OH! The second she steps back, Brett Sands drives his elbow into her face! He's got her up, going for Dream Killer!
Seth Ericson: Nope!
Dick Morosi: He's right, she's managed to drop out of his arms, a roll up! 1...2...kick out!
Both of them get to their feet at the same time, with Sands throwing a lariat that Anna ducks under, only for Sands to spin around and hit her with a lariat to the back of the head! Cover!
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KICK OUT!
Sands, irritated, picks Molly up and whips her into the corner, and runs, going for an elbow, only for Molly to avoid it by flipping over the ropes onto the other side, leaving Sands crashing into the corner, stumbling back stunned. Molly leaps up onto the ropes and jumps off, hitting Fire in the Attic! Cover!
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3!!
David Zinkus: Here is your winner, ANNA MOLLY!
Seth Ericson: The psycho does it!
Dick Morosi: That she did, Anna Molly with a big win over Brett Sands! With this, she establishes herself as one to watch in this block! We'll be right back, as we go to Tom Matheny backstage!
WINNER: ANNA MOLLY
Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time, replacing Dan Stein in A Block, Jaime Alejandro…
Jaime Alejandro steps out in front of the camera and takes his place beside Tom.
Tom Matheny: Jaime, people are wondering about your place in the tournament…
Jaime holds a hand up and nods to Tom for a second.
Jaime Alejandro: This is one of the rare times you hear me speak outside of a promotional video, Tom. I never, ever give interviews to anyone. Not to be arrogant or anything, but I never have much to say. But I have plenty to say. If you ask anyone in EXODUS, I don’t deserve the honor of being in this Honor Cup. I don’t have the desire that everyone else in this tournament does… Yet, you keep hearing from people like Lifer that I’m nowhere in his league.
Tom looks over at Jaime for a second.
Tom Matheny: Maybe how you’re still in is a bit auspicious.
Jaime Alejandro: And I blame no one for thinking that. Trust me, if Dan Stein were 100 percent, he would be ripping the ring up with Lifer. But Lifer gets me… The Strong Style Saint… The Iron Saint… Or, if you ask my various opponents, the Texas Suplex Machine. You want to prove to the world that you’re worthy of your belt… I wouldn’t worry about being worthy of your belt, kid… I would worry about surviving a match with me.
Tom Matheny: You said you were sending back to Neverland…
Jaime looks over at Tom and grabs the mic for a moment…
Jaime Alejandro: And then some, Tom. It’s just real simple. I’m gonna cave his skull in. And take the EXODUS Pro International Championship. Because it’s like he said, he’s not good enough… Lifer, you’ve got 15 minutes of terror, kid. And I am your boogeyman.
He politely hands the microphone to Tom and pats him on the shoulder.
Tom Matheny: Jaime Alejandro vying for the EXODUS Pro International Championship a bit later against the ever unpredictable Zack Lifer…we'll be back after this!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2013 11:59:59 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and "Get The Fuck Up" by Yelawolf plays. The crowd immediately pops knowing who it is. The person walking out onto the stage is no one other than Spirit Z. The crowd chants his name. He's wearing plain clothes, and is humbled by the chants. He walks towards the ring, and walks up the steps, He goes through the middle rope, and is offered a microphone. He grabs it, and his music immediately stops. He puts the microphone to his lips. Spirit Z: You know. This is actually my first time in the building. And been awhile since I've been on the West Coast. But I appreciate the cheers, and such. It's humbling. Really is. The crowd pops. Spirit Z: I wanted to come out here and show my appreciation to a man whom I'm best friends with, and a man who've I seen under the lowest division for the longest time and now is a main eventer. He's a man who was once seen as a fluke, but he immediately showed everyone he isn't a fluke. You know who I'm already talking..... My good buddy and previous co-worker... Zero McHannon! The crowd pops in cheers when the name is mentioned. Spirit Z: It is weird for me to come out here and commend any man whatsoever. But I want to give my insights on this kid. He's a guy who started out in THW just like I did. He was there before me, but left. Then he came back. He was nothing. He stayed in the lower division and no one wanted to bring him up. I remember when THW shut down. And he had nowhere to go. And I referred him to PDW. And let me just say. I knew he was a great wrestler, but never in my wildest dreams did I think Zero would of made it so far as to gotten a big pop in PDW. He rose to fame quickly, and immediately became a star. And I knew when I saw that, that he was a man who was going to take over the wrestling business one day. And you people seen it. His dedication and passion for this business is ridiculously colossal. And his hard work perceived, and look where he's at. I wasn't shocked when he won the World Heavyweight title, because I knew he was the best. He was a peasant, waiting to become a star. And then he became a king. But why be a king, when you can become a God? And I believe one day, Zero McHannon can be a Wrestling God. The crowd cheers and claps. Spirit Z walks over to the ropes and leans on it, still talking. Spirit Z: Now, you people can speculate a lot as to why I've returned. Maybe it was to become the best again. Let me just say the reasons behind every man's power is a unique one. And mine is unique. You see, I believe I have the power still to be the best. But it's not the obsession I once had. Believe it or not, you people's word means a lot to me. I never shown it before, but it's true. When I used to come out and heckle everyone I saw, I knew deep down inside that I touching a lot of their hearts. The dark being that was once inside me. It's not there. I've said I was a demon, and a martyr. But the fact is, I was trying to become something that was reckless and dangerous. But however, don't be fooled. He then starts to walk. Spirit Z: I am a man who has a lot of dedication, determination, and passion for this game. I've wrestled people who were legends and crushed them in a ring similar to this. I've faced giants, I've faced dwarves. I've faced people my height. And no matter who they are. They've crumbled. They've vanished. Like a ink on a wet piece of paper. They quickly faded. I'm different, and that's what you good people are going to see. You people see a lot of great talent now, but I am pleased to inform you I will be part of that great talent as well. Because it's not whether you're the best, or if you're the greatest. It's whether how long you can stay. It's who you've beaten. Who you've managed to cross lines with. I've crossed lines with many people. I've made friends, and some enemies. Even became my own enemy, but to my defense, I've became stronger. I came from underneath this sickening world, and got ontop of it, and rose to the top of the food chain. I've became Natural Selection. Whether or not I still believe that is not important right now. Right now, the important thing is you good people paid good money to see the greatest superstars who are in the back right now. And I believe that no where in this nation, or even this world, is going to be as great as you people will be. So give it up EXODUS. Show yourselves! The crowd stands and cheers loudly. Crowd: EXODUS! EXODUS! EXODUS! The crowd still chants, as Spirit Z's music comes on. Spirit Z half smiles, and places the microphone on the mat. He then jumps out of the ring, and walks towards the back (shaking a few hands along the way). The scene switches back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: What do you know? Spirit Z is here in EXODUS! Seth Ericson: Who the hell is Spirit Z and why should we care? Dick Morosi: He's another former Champion to arrive here, it's another one coming to test his mettle in EXODUS. Seth Ericson: We have like eight of those, do we need another? Dick Morosi: You know what we DO need? Another Honor Cup match! It's Seymour Almasy and Cthulu Jones...next! It's the two potential surprise packages of Block B going one on one. Seth Ericson: We've got the harbinger of the end times against EXODUS Pro's Judge Magister. I'm looking forward to this one – Cthulu Jones and Seymour Almasy have styles that mesh together pretty well, so this should be an excellent contest. Dick Morosi: Almasy beat Magnus Gunner in a narrow, narrow contest that has some speculating that he could take the bracket. He has over a decade of experience, while we don't know much about the Lovecraftian detective Jones, save that he's undeniably talented and undeniably out there. Seth Ericson: What he's not, though, is a submissionist, and that may be good news for Seymour. Magnus Gunner attacked the Judge Magister post match last week, slapping on that Comfortably Numb submission hold on Almasy's right shoulder. Seymour's had two weeks to heal, but he's been very quiet about the status of that injury. Dick Morosi: Indeed so. Does the Harbinger of the Apocalypse stray from his comfort zone and try to take advantage, or is Jones going to keep to the gameplan that worked very well against Papa Arino? One thing is for sure, though – he's lost the element of surprise that he had against Papa. Seymour's got game film on the private eye, and now, let's see how well he can take advantage of it. In the ring, our intrepid, suited ring announcer, Mr. David Zinkus, is ready to do his job. Honor Cup: BLOCK B
CTHULU JONES VS. SEYMOUR ALMASYDavid Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit, and it is a Block B contest in the 2013-2014 HONOR CUP! Introducing first! The lights stay out as the intro rings out throughout the arena: The arena plunges into darkness. A second later, Apocalypse Now starts playing over the PA system. The lights stay out as the intro rings out throughout the arena: I'm gonna be straight with you... This is the end of the world... You either wake up, or you don't... Apocalypse Now! As the words Apocalypse Now are whispered over the PA, the lights slowly come back on, and there's smoke around the entranceway, with bright white light shining through it. Silhouetted in the centre stands a man, seemingly in a Trenchcoat and Fedora, hand rolled cigarette hanging from his lips. He steps forward, and illuminated by the arena lights the audience can see his painted face, partially shielded by both the brim of his hat and the high collar of his coat. Taking one last, long drag from his cigarette, he throws it to the floor and stubs it out underfoot. He steps toward the ring, nodding to the crowd as he moves forward. As he reaches the ring, he dives forward, sliding in under the bottom rope. In the ring, he looks about, seemingly basking in the roar of the crowd. Walking to his corner, he removes his coat and fedora, revealing painted face and wrestling attire. He shakes hands with both the referee and announcer, before heading back to his corner to wait. David Zinkus: Coming to us from the hallowed ground of R'yleh, he stands six feet tall, and weighs in at two-hundred pounds even! This is EXODUS Pro's own private eye, the Harbinger of the Apocalypse...CTHULHU JONES! Dick Morosi: It goes without saying, but this is clearly the biggest match of Cthulhu's career, here and now. David Zinkus: And, his opponent! The heroic sounding strains of “Glenn's Theme” by Yatsunori Mitsuda hit the speakers of the RIMAC, as a cloud of white smoke obscured the entryway. Moments later, the only man in wrestling who would use a track off the Chrono Trigger OST stepped through the fog, power-walking his way towards the squared circle. David Zinkus: On his way to the ring at this time, hailing from the Kingdom of Guardia, he stands five feet eight inches tall, and weighs in at one-hundred seventy-seven pounds, he is the self-proclaimed Judge Magister of EXODUS Pro Wrestling...SEYMOUR ALMASY! Slapping hands with fans on his way towards the squared circle, the Judge Magister's attention is nonetheless focused on the ring and task at hand. Once he reaches the ring, Almasy slides in under the bottom rope, and readies himself for battle. Seth Ericson: It's Judge Magister versus Private Eye, and here we go! DING DING DING! The Judge Magister leaps at the bell, spinning and twisting into his signature jump spinning roundhouse kick. SWORD OF MANA! ...DUCKED! Indeed, the private investigator seems to have found some of Almasy's non EXODUS tapes, as he deftly ducks Almasy's opening gambit. Almasy lands in a four point stance on hands and knees, and tries to surge up, but Cthulhu charges, looking to level the Final Fantasy with his own signature strike. GUMSHOE! ...BLOCKED! Indeed, Almasy manages to get his arms up to block the Shining Yakuza Kick from the detective. Like Seymour, Jones lands on hands and knees, and both men surge up to their feet, assuming fighting stances once more to the respectful applause of the RIMAC crowd. Dick Morosi: We've got a standoff early. Cthulhu not looking intimidated by the experience advantage of Almasy here. Seth Ericson: Indeed not, and I think the time limit helps him. We know Cthulhu's a smoker – so his endurance isn't particularly strong. If Almasy could drag this match to twenty or thirty minutes, he'd probably have it in the bag, but there's a fifteen minute time limit for all Honor Cup matches. Seymour and Cthulhu tie up, the larger Jones grabbing a quick side-headlock, only to be pushed off into the ropes by Almasy. The private eye comes back, looking for a clothesline, but Seymour ducks underneath, leaping in the air to peg Cthulhu on the rebound with a beautiful dropkick. Dick Morosi: Even after ten years in the business, Seymour still possesses one of the prettier dropkicks in the sport. Jones is up quickly, coming in fast, but Almasy drops down with the drop toe hold, quickly transitioning into a side-headlock of his own. Cthulhu, though, shifts the weight, rolling Almasy back on his shoulders! ONE! TWO! Just as quick, Almasy rolls back, cranking the headlock, only for Jones to roll back once more. ONE! TWO! Back goes Almasy, who decides to give up on the side-headlock, gaining back mount on Cthulhu, and locking in a single chickenwing. Jones, though, uses his size advantage, surging to his knees, and then his feet, spinning away and out, and then taking Seymour up and over with a lightning-fast arm drag. The Magister is up quickly, but Jones leaps in the air, locking both legs around Seymour's head and snapping him ass over teakettle with a picture-perfect huracanrana! Almasy quickly rolls out to the floor, in an effort to buy some time – time the private investigator doesn't seem too intent on giving him. Seth Ericson: Look out, detective incoming! Cthulhu launches between the second and top strands, a suicide dive in the cards. Almasy, though, turns on a dime, superkicking the detective mid flight! A huge sympathy groan arises from the crowd, as Cthulhu crumples, landing hard on the mats in a heap. Dick Morosi: OWWWW! Seth Ericson: That's the veteran presence of Almasy. He's never out, always on the defensive, and a tough opponent for anyone, let alone Cthulhu – who may be on his second notable professional match EVER. Almasy quickly fires Jones back into the squared circle, wasting no time in rolling Cthulhu towards the center of the ring, to his back, and going for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Two count only, and both men here in sort of an awkward, feeling out phase of the contest. Seth Ericson: Both of these guys are used to being the smaller man in the contest – and usually by sizeable margins. But here, both guys have most of their arsenal open, which makes for a very different contest – and different strategies. A still groggy Cthulhu makes his way over to the ropes, using them to try and pull himself back up as the Final Fantasy measures him with a series of quick forearms. Cthulhu, though, raises a quick knee, forcing Seymour to a distance. Almasy moves back in, only for Jones to drop down and bury a shoulder in the abdomen, before rising up once again to hook on a gutwrench, taking Seymour up and over with a big gutwrench suplex! Dick Morosi: The power advantage comes into play for Jones, and he's not done! Indeed, the Harbinger's hands remain locked even after the successful suplex, and he twists his way back up, Seymour still in his grip, powering the Judge Magister over for a SECOND gutwrench suplex! Seymour lays flat on his back as Cthulhu crawls over, hooking the leg for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Big tide turner for the investigator! Cthulhu tried to outquick Almasy earlier on, but now it seems like he's looking to use the size advantage here instead. With Almasy seemingly in trouble, Jones picks up the pressure, hooking a front facelock on the Final Fantasy. Seymour tries to fight it, but Cthulhu hooks the leg, Fisherman style, before elevating Seymour in the air, twisting him down to the canvas with an impressive Fisherman's driver! Dick Morosi: It's That Move He Beat Lovecraft With! And it's got Almasy pinned! Seth Ericson: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! The leg is hooked, and the official drops down to count. ONE! TWO! THREE—NO! TWO COUNT ONLY! Dick Morosi: Almasy SQUEAKS the shoulder off the canvas! Cthulhu Jones is for real, folks! The Judge Magister's got his back against the wall now! The Private Investigator rolls Seymour over to his stomach, picking up the smaller Final Fantasy in wheelbarrow position. Looking to facebust Seymour out of that position, the Judge Magister manages to grab hold of the legs and roll through, twisting Jones up with the prawn hold! ONE! TWO! THR—NO! Seth Ericson: For real he is, but he can't drop that guard for a SECOND! Seymour's a veteran, and believe me, he'll take a rollup victory this week, just like he did against Magnus Gunner! Cthulhu Jones is up fast, as is Almasy. Perhaps embarrassed at nearly getting caught with the pinning predicament, Cthulhu charges the Final Fantasy... ...and promptly EATS the instep of Seymour Almasy, courtesy of the SWORD OF MANA! Dick Morosi Jones walked right into that! He got flustered by the counterattack of Almasy, and now he might well pay for it! The Judge Magister crawls over, getting the cover, cinching one leg with his arms, and the other with his free leg. ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Cthulhu's still alive! Dick Morosi: Absolutely, but he needs to get things going his way again, stat! Use the power advantage, and above all, stop Seymour from dictating this contest at a pace he likes. Almasy “helps” a woozy Cthulhu back up to his feet, firing the Harbinger of the Apocalypse into the ropes. He aims a spinning hook kick at Jones, but Cthulhu ducks. In response, Almasy charges into the ropes on the far side, and both men leap at each other, dual cross-bodies seemingly on the cards, but instead both men crack heads at an awkward angle, falling to the canvas in a twisted heap. Dick Morosi: Cthulhu and Almasy just clanged heads on the criss-cross! I don't know what they were looking for, but that looked ugly to say the least! Both men down, and the ten count is on! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Before six can be reached, it is Cthulhu Jones who is up on his feet first. Seeing Almasy still woosy, the Harbinger of the Apocalypse sees his chance to pick up a huge victory, hauling the smaller Almasy to his feet, spinning him around, and ducking down to set up his signature killstrike. Seth Ericson: Jones is setting him up for the Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex! He calls it Apocalypse Postponed, but if it hits, it could damned well be Apocalypse NOW for Almasy's Block B chances! Cthulhu elevates Seymour in the electric chair, but as he does, Almasy cinches his legs around the neck of the private eye, driving his weight backwards suddenly! Gravity takes over, and, well, the results aren't pretty for the native of R'yleh. REVERSE RANA! Dick Morosi: Good GOD! Seth Ericson: I don't BELIEVE that counter, and neither does this crowd! There are people's jaws dropped in the front row! Cthulhu Jones just got SPIKED on the crown of his head! Seymour remains on his stomach, breathing hard from exertion, trying to recover from the detective's flurry to attempt to ice the contest. For his part, the Harbinger of the Apocalypse is motionless, flat on his stomach, both competitors in a bad way. Dick Morosi: Seymour with the match-saving counter for the second straight week, but he's got to get to the cover! The official is in position, and begins counting both men down! ONE! TWO! THREE! The Judge Magister pushes up to hands and knees, even as Cthulhu remains stock-still on the canvas. FOUR! FIVE! Before six can be reached, a wobbly Seymour is on his feet, leaning on the ropes for support. He begins to stagger over to the downed Harbinger, but stops upon seeing the prone detective slowly start to stir. Dick Morosi: No way that kid is moving right now. No way. Seth Ericson: He is, though! Jones operating on guts and instinct! He had Seymour at the brink of death, but one breathtaking counter has turned this match around in one fell swoop! Seymour nods his head, impressed...but also knows full well that he has to capitalize. Almasy wastes no time, crawling underneath the bottom rope to the apron, using the top strands to pull himself up to his feet, measuring the detective carefully. Dick Morosi: Almasy's going to take to the skies here! Cthulhu doesn't see him – Hell, I don't know if Cthulhu Jones knows he's in a wrestling match right now! Seymour's grip tightens as he watches Cthulhu struggle his way up to his hands and knees. At that instant, Almasy jumps, launching to the top strand, springing off of it, and flipping off into a high angle Swanton Bomb. Dick Morosi: The Judge Magister is airborne! He calls this springboard Swanton the Light of Judgment! Almasy lands across the back of Jones, buckling his arms and knees and driving him right back down face-first to the canvas, where he lies motionless. As Seymour recovers from executing the move, he rolls Cthulhu Jones over to his back, and cinches the leg deep, taking no chances with the tenacious gumshoe. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! Seth Ericson: HELL of a showing from our private investigator, but Seymour Almasy pulls a victory out of what could well have been defeat! Dick Morosi: The man's living up to his reputation thus far in EXODUS. No letdown after a huge win against Magnus, and big matches with Blake Jones and Jimmy Riley looming. The official raises Seymour's hand, and Mr. Zinkus makes the announcement for the world to hear. David Zinkus: Your winner of this contest, at a time of eight minutes, thirty-three seconds, as a result of a pinfall, SEYMOUR ALMASY! WINNER: SEYMOUR ALMASYDick Morosi: Jones embraced the fast pace Almasy wanted to set, as the younger athlete, and it almost got him a colossal victory! Cthulhu has proven he's no easy out; in retrospect, we might look back on this and say the Judge Magister was lucky to draw the private eye first, in Jones' second ever EXODUS contest. Almasy extends a hand down to Cthulhu Jones, and the private investigator accepts it, rubbing at his neck with his free hand. The two men embrace briefly, before the Judge Magister raises the private eye's hand in the air. Seth Ericson: More good sportsmanship from Cthulhu Jones, and a willing adversary in Seymour. Both of these men look ready for strong Block B campaigns. Dick Morosi: Indeed, and later tonight, whoever walks out of the RIMAC San Diego Bay Champion is going to have to contend with one of these two men. For now, though, we've got to go backstage! We cut to backstage, finding Pond and Darrin walking down one of the corridors. Pond: I saw the pictures, you're adorable with her! Darrin Stearns: Y'think so? I mean, after Heather... Pond: Yes, I think so. Just go with it, you big lu-what. Both of them stop in the middle of the hall, jaws dropped at the sight in front of them. The camera pans to find EXODUS Owner Nicholas Gray...dressed as a Greek God, in toga and laurel wreath, posing. Pond: ...there is no God. And if there is, let him strike me blind for my heresy...please. Darrin Stearns: NICK. Gray turns to look at them, stretching his arms out. Nicholas Gray: FRIENDS! GREETINGS! Darrin Stearns: What and why. Nicholas Gray: What do you mean? Darrin Stearns: The...the... Pond: Horrors beyond the veil of human understanding. Nicholas Gray: Ah, yes. He looks down at his attire, nodding. Nicholas Gray: I agree. STEVIE! YOU *BLEEP*ED UP THE FITTING. ??: Oh dear... From off camera comes an even more disturbing sight. Former adversary of EXODUS and lackey to his father, Stephen Nair comes trudging in...dressed as a maid. Pond crosses herself. Pond: May God have mercy on my eyes for the sins they be seein' tonight. Darrin Stearns: What. In the world. Nicholas Gray: What? You guys know Stevie Nair, my butler. Darrin Stearns: That's not a butler uniform. Nicholas Gray: You've got to earn the butler uniform, and lord knows he hasn't yet. Can't even get a toga fitted right. Forget this crap! And the camera turns exclusively to Darrin and Pond as the sounds of Gray ripping the toga off come. Neither one is amused. Pond: I died, didn't I? That party, I drank too much, my liver failed, I drowned in my own vomit and I'm in Hell. This is Hell. This is my eternal punishment. Darrin Stearns: I...I just want to go home. Nicholas Gray: BUTLER! DRESS ME! After several uncomfortable moments, the camera pans around to find Gray in his normal suit. He adjusts the collar several times. Nicholas Gray: Guess what? Stephen Nair: I'm guessing I fitted it wrong? Nicholas Gray: YEP. GET THE CART, YOU'RE ON DONKEY DUTY. Stephen Nair: ...yes, sir.... Darrin and Pond watch as Stephen departs dejectedly. Gray beams. Nicholas Gray: This is what true ownership feels like. Darrin Stearns: Yeah. I'm going home. Pond: I'm going to burn for my sins. Darrin Stearns: Yeah, yeah....sounds 'bout right. And they both backstep the hell out of there, as the camera fades to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2013 11:53:38 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and we all know there isn’t anyone quite as miserable in EXODUS Pro Wrestling as the lawyer-turned-servant Stephen Michael Nair. After his father was run out of town and Stephen himself being forced to serve Nicholas Gray indefinitely, things really couldn’t get any worse for the thirty-one year old from New York. Or could they? As Nair sits in the back room, chins resting in his palms on a bench near a few lockers, waiting to see what wild order he is going to be given next, the camera pans out. The fans cheer as they see the two time World Champion standing right behind him. Seth Ericson: Well, I can see this isn’t going to end well for Nair… The Dropkick King decides to get the former attorney’s attention by slamming a locker right behind. Stephen Nair leaps off the bench and then looks petrified as he sees who was standing behind him. The former EXODUS Pro Champion immediately warns him. Adrien Cochrane: I’m probably the fastest runner in this building so running away will not end well for you. Have a seat, Stevie. Stephen Nair hesitates. Adrien Cochrane: If you talk to me and cooperate with me, I will not cause you any harm. You have my word, which you know I will keep. Sit, Nair. Nair takes a seat back on the bench. Adrien sits on a bench across from him. Adrien Cochrane: You’re aware of what happened last month, correct? Stephen Nair: Yes. Adrien Cochrane: You’re aware that whoever did that put my life, my fiancée’s life, and the lives of many other innocent people in danger, correct? Stephen Nair: Yes. Adrien Cochrane: And you’re aware that I’ve eliminated any non-EXODUS Pro suspects, right? And who would be the most likely person to do such a thing right when losing the company was right within his grasps? Stephen Nair: You aren’t trying to say that my father did this, are you? Adrien Cochrane: No. If I knew who did it, I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you. Your father is merely a suspect…just like you, your former kleptomaniac alcoholic client, and a few others I’m not going to name for you to try to defend yourself with. I just want you to tell me, man to man, if you know anything at all about the fire that I don’t already know right now. Stephen Nair: I’m not comfortable… Adrien Cochrane: NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO PLAY LAWYER, STEPHEN MICHAEL NAIR! Whoever did this could have killed me and my fiancée and after what happened to me four years ago, I’m taking that very seriously. Someone either in this building or with your last name did this. I understand your dad is the biggest prick in the world and the fact you still defend him is honorable. Honestly, I pity your Stockholm Syndrome, but I do not hate you nearly as much as…let’s say Gray or Papa do. It’s your dad I have problems with, and we both know you do too. But he’s not here to help you. He’s not here to hurt you. But who is here to help you or hurt you is me, the very man your father attested enough to do something like this, and you know it. So I’m going to ask once again, what do you know about the fire? Stephen Nair: I want to talk this over with… Adrien Cochrane: Wrong answer, Stephen. Quit playing lawyer and be a man. Quit hiding behind all of this and just help me find out who is behind that cowardly attack. Stephen Nair doesn’t look comfortable sharing what he’s about to share, but does anyway. Stephen Nair: I don’t know who said this, but someone was in my father’s office the show before your fire when the conversation was about what to do with you being champion. They wanted to punish you. I was on the outside of the office so I didn’t hear it very clearly nor know who was in there, but it might be related. But I swear to you, Adrien, that is all I know, and I had nothing to do with it. I swear. Adrien Cochrane: Was that so hard, Stephen? The Dropkick King pats the lawyer on the back, showing him more affection than his dad ever did. Adrien Cochrane: Try to make the best of your situation. Rest of Gray’s gang seems to have fun. If you try to have some yourself, maybe this servitude thing won’t be so bad. Thanks for your info, you’re free to go. Stephen Nair jets out of the room as quickly as he can. Adrien runs his hair through his blonde hair, still frustrated from the situation as a whole. Adrien Cochrane: Isn’t there a private investigator somewhere in this company? I could have sworn there… Adrien Cochrane sees a business card sticking out the locker he slammed shut. Adrien Cochrane: …was. Adrien reads the card out loud for the arena to hear. Adrien Cochrane: “Cthulhu Jones, Private Investigator”…sounds like someone I need to talk to… Adrien ponders as we cut back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane is determined to get some answers about what happened in his personal life. Seth Ericson: He really needs to focus right now, he hasn't been the same since losing the World Title. Dick Morosi: It'll be a long road back, but right now, we've got a huge Honor Cup match up for you! Block D action is up now as Abby Park meets Gabriel Gambino! Honor Cup: BLOCK D
ABBY PARK VS. GABRIEL GAMBINOThe 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. Dick Morosi: Gabriel Gambino is looking to get himself up and going in this tournament, and he's going to have a difficult opponent next! The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. David Zinkus: And his opponent...from Nashville...ABBY PAAAAAAAAAAAAARK! Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. Gambino starts the match with a Wristlock, but Park answers with elbows to the side and even arms of her opponent. The hold is broken and Abby shoots a back elbow towards Gabe's head, but Gambino ducks and pushes Abby away. He turns around and goes for a Lariat, but the former GFC World Champion dodges it again. Park stops by the ropes and turns around only to see Gambino coming at her. She counters with a Back Body Drop, sending Gabe over the ropes and to ringside. Abby steps on the apron and as Gabe gets up, she dives at him with a Clothesline. Dick Morosi: Abby going at this match full tilt tonight! Seth Ericson: As opposed to the other matches? Gambino uses the guardrail to get back up, only to receive a stiff kick across his chest, followed by several chops. Abby takes several steps back and charges at the rocked opponent, going for a Leaping Knee Attack... and Gambino ducks and Park comes diving over the railing all the way to the front row! Referee is at the count of seven by that time and Gambino rolls back to the ring... only to get out again, making him restart the count. He reaches over the railing and grabs Abby who is trying to get to a vertical base, then he Suplexes her on the hard ringside padding. He rolls her to the ring and slides in too, right into a pin attempt. ONE! TWO! Kickout by Abby! Gabe looks to look a Liontamer, but Park kicks him away and quickly gets on her feet. Gambino dodges a Spinning Backfist, Abby turns around only to get kicked in the gut. She doubles over and Gabe performs a picture perfect Sitout Powerbomb right into a pin. ONE! TWO! TH-- Kickout! Abby rolls backwards and jackknifes the still seated Gabe. ONE! TWO! Gabe gets a shoulder up and rolls away. As he gets up, Abby rushes at him and a stiff Lariat finds the mark. The former Tag Team Champion climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Gabriel to get up. She dives off with a Seated Senton she calls Nashville Shores, right into a pin. ONE! TWO! Another kickout by Gambino. Abby measures The GoW member who uses the ropes to get to his feet. She goes for Gourd-Heard (Jumping Superkick)... Gabe dodges and Park finds herself with her leg trapped on the top rope! Gambino runs off the opposite ropes... Northern Lariat sends Abby over the top rope! Gambino starts climbing to the top rope very slowly. Referee starts the count... ONE! TWO! THREE! Gambino, to cheers from the crowd, stands atop the turnbuckle, and turns his back at Abby, who is still shaking off the pain at ringside. FOUR! "The Conqueror" Moonsaults off the top turnbuckle right on the Korean-American star! The crowd roars wildly as both competitors lie motionless next to one another. SIX! SEVEN! Gabe tries to crawl towards the ring. Abby seems to get her wits about her too. EIGHT! Gambino gets his hand on the apron, trying to slide himself to the ring... NINE! Abby grabs a hold of his leg and drags him away from the ring! TEN! The bell rings and both Gabriel and Abby still lie at ringside. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, due to a double countout, this match was ruled a DRAW! WINNER: DRAWDick Morosi: This...wow. Seth Ericson: Gabriel and Abby put themselves in strange positions in their block, but I will say this...it does help them avoid a more difficult position later on. The draw will put them ahead of whoever loses tonight's main event! Dick Morosi: You can't ask for more than that, but I've been told that instead of going to commercial or backstage...we're going back to the ring? As David Zinkus takes his place in the middle of the ring, the EXODUS fans sit in their seats, enjoying their concessions that they've purchased from the vending area as they ready themselves for more carnage and legalized violence. Without pretense or warning, “Supernaut” by Black Sabbath suddenly hits the speakers, as one of E-PRO’s biggest names emerges from behind the curtains. The EXODUS original, and fan favorite, in walking boot, makes his way past the cheering crowd with the aid of crutches, with Quinn Goodrich right behind him. The latter helps his friend and client maneuver up the stairs, and as Cannon begins to take the short trek along the apron, he stops to wave out into the crowd. Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon is receiving a warm welcome from the fans Seth. What a great moment for him, and I’m glad to see that his surgery was a success. Seth Ericson: If I were him, I would've retired. Rumor has it he signed a very lucrative contract when Rufus Frost started this company, so you know he doesn't need the money. I would have just rode off into the sunset with a couple models, but hey that's just me. The two time International Champion, dressed in a two-button grey Milano fit suit, plain-front black trousers, and alligator shoes, slips in through the two top ropes and walks right up to E-PRO’s announcer, giving him a nod and holding his hand open to receive the microphone. Zinkus hands it over without delay. Johnny, slightly tilts his Giorgio Armani sunglasses. Johnny Cannon: David, old chap, if you don’t mind, fancy you bring me a chair? David does so, exiting the ring and folding up the chair he normally sits in between matches before passing it to Goodrich through the ropes. Quinton hands it to Cannon, and they make the chair-crutches exchange, before Johnny unfolds it and sets it up in the middle of the ring, sitting down before raising the microphone to his lips for the second time. Johnny Cannon: Thank you Davey boy, they don’t pay you enough. I’d offer to give you some of my paycheck, but that’d mean less money for the strippers. The ravishing lothario looks around the audience and chuckles a little, enjoying the lively atmosphere. Johnny Cannon: What is there to say? Well, I’ve thought about how I should come out here for a while now. When I was given anesthesia and put under the knife, I dreamt of this moment. Should I dress up, or have them play my music and what have you, but hey, when you’ve done all that I’ve done in EXODUS, does it even really matter? All that other stuff is bloody rubbish. All you blokes are going to call up your friends on the telly when you get out of here, and you’re not going to talk their ear off about how awesome the Honor Cup is, or how much of an axe-wound Brett Sands is. I think that’s his name, anyway, where was I? Yes, you’re going to tell them that Johnny Cannon came out here, and made the speech of speeches. A few members of the audience cheer, while others applaud, but many are somewhat confused due to his candor. Johnny Cannon: But here I am EXODUS. Where I’ve always been. That saying of mine is getting as old as I am. Now, I’m not going to stand here like the usual James Blount and pretend to be some veteran with a wide knowledge of the sport, or talk for days about the what ifs and the have nots. But in this business, I’ve learned that ‘old’ is measured by a unique standard. You’ve gotta be able to keep up with the young blood. And, for every thing that I am, I’ll tell you one thing, when you spend your days getting kicked in the head, or having your limbs twisted into knots, or your body thrown through tables and slammed through bloody furniture, well, it starts to take its toll. I ain’t getting any younger. You’re as good as your last match is what they say. And if that’s the truth, it seems like I’m on my way out, and these young guys are the new blood. The Zack Lifers, the Xaviors of the world. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, can’t lead a horse to the water… all those sayings. Which ever one applies. Where am I going with this, I don’t even know. I’ve been wrestling with too many fucking concussions that I’m just too bullocksed to give a shit. And I know, half of what I say will be edited out on the broadcast, well, I don’t give a fuck about that either. Never have, never will. Cannon leans back in his chair and lets out a laugh as the crowd cheers - if not for the speaker, then for his usage of expletives. Johnny Cannon: I’m going to tell you a story. Hope you lend this old wanker your undivided attention, I’d appreciate it. The crowd quiets down as Johnny removes his expensive sunglasses, tucking them in his suit pocket. Cannon: I don’t want to keep you away from the festivities for too long, so I’ll keep this brief. Lets see. Well, it’s rather simple. I met a girl. We fell in love. Not that Hollywood, Disney movie bullshit, but that true love shit where you finish each other’s sentences. A woman’s love is a powerful thing. And I know we’ve got some brown hatters, and drag queens in the back like Magnus Gunner who enjoy their fair share of back access. Hey, this is America right? You’re free to love whoever you like, who am I to judge? The Englishman gets a few cheap laughs off of his joke. Johnny Cannon: Alright, where was I? Okay, I figured we were going to spend our lives together. Wedding, probably some kids, big ass house, all of that jazz. Then one day, I pop the question and she turns me down. She can’t be with me because I have a drinking problem. I’m self-absorbed. I’m a user. So I was heart broken. It left me in a lot of pain. The kind that it’s hard to pull yourself up out of bed in the morning. So I hug a few more bottles, some Belvedere here, some Grey Goose there, but it wasn’t working. I had long retired from MMA at this point, and the movie roles, well they started to come few and far between. I was depressed and angry. I had a fire in me, probably hate. And it felt good. I fucking loved it, clung to it like a persistent piece of stool that hangs around long after you’ve wiped your ass. It was all that I had. Somehow, I found myself in Mexico at one of those wrestling shows. And right then and there, I knew I wanted to be apart of this sport. I was drawn to it. Something about guys putting it all on the line, even if the only thing left that was theirs was their body, mind and soul… it was awesome. So I began to train. I trained hard. Fucked myself up a few times. Embarrassed myself even more. But I kept at it. And when I was nicked up and on the sidelines, I sat eagerly, until I healed and threw myself right back into the fire. He rubs his chin for a moment, smiling as he reminisces. Johnny Cannon: I eventually found myself back in London, sitting across a table from Rufus Frost. He told me he was going to start his own company with some blowhard named Jonathan Collins, and offered me a nice, contract, one that I could eat off of for a LONG time. So now I’m in San Diego, and I find myself against some tea bagger named Jaden Powers, and a brick shithouse Justin Brooks. One hell of a match it was too. They beat the hell out of me. But I proved something. I proved I belonged here, or so I thought. Losing to Fiona Rourke was the first wake up call. Then a draw against Abby, and finally, I was humbled at March of War. I beat the seven shades of shit out of her, and it felt good. It felt amazing. It was the fulfillment of my rage. I was massaging my ego. I had her down for the count… but she wouldn’t stay down. I hit her with everything I had, but she wouldn’t quit. And then I heard you, the EXODUS faithful, chant “ABBY PARK!”, “ABBY PARK!”, “ABBY PARK!”, and you willed her to victory. That’s when I learned, that none of this material shit really matters. I mean, at the end of the day, we’re in this to become World Champion. But, when all that’s taken away, when all of that’s left you, you’ve got to find another reason to do this. And so I decided to stop being selfish for once in my bloody life. And I dedicated myself to this company. To you people. And you accepted me. Welcomed me with open arms. Cheered loud for me. Still til’ this day, I don’t know why, but boy do I appreciate all that you’ve done for this bastard right here. David Zinkus gingerly steps into the ring and approaches Cannon, whispering something into his ear. Cannon shakes his head, and shuffles in his seat. Johnny Cannon: Nope. I’m Mr. EXODUS! When they’ve done half as much as I’ve done for this company, then I’ll consider cutting my speech short for some bloody match. Right now, I’m talking to MY people. I’m talking to the people that have fought with me through thick and thin. I’m talking to the people that were with me during my lows, and experienced my highs. You can tell Gray, Kane, Collins, whoever the hell you need to, that Johnny Cannon is talking to EXODUS right now! Zinkus shrugs, and steps away, knowing better than to provoke the volatile Brit. Johnny Cannon: EXODUS, I’ve given everything I have to you. I’ve married you. Slipped that diamond ring on your finger the first moment I stepped into this arena, and we’ve enjoyed a nice honeymoon haven’t we? Tag Title reign. Two International Championship reigns. We’ve accomplished a lot this year. That’s what I thought about these past two weeks. My accomplishments. I’ve thought about everything this company has endured. LEGION. Edward Nair. We’ve overcome a lot this first year. And I’ve been there for you, been at the front line, given every ounce of sweat and energy. I’m a company man. I’m an EXODUS man. Been here since the first show, and shed a lot of blood and a lot of tears since then. Experienced a lot of defeats, and a lot of triumphs. And look at me, I’m going on thirty five years of age, I’ve just had MCL surgery. I’m in crutches. Was it all worth it? Bloody hell yeah! Was it worth it when Abby Park and I survived three incredible teams, tables, ladders and chairs to win the Tag Team Titles? Bloody hell yeah! Was it worth it when Steve Lenton and I tore the house down at ENDGAME? Bloody hell yeah! Was it worth it when Jimmy Riley, Abby Park and this cigar puffing, beer drinking tool gave all we had back at the Autumn Effect? Bloody hell yeah! It’s all been worth it, every damn second of it because it’s all been for you. I’ve done it for you. For your cheers. Your support. For writing your fan letters. For asking for autographs. For giving this bastard a reason to do this! Cannon stands up and rests a forearm on the top rope, looking over it and into the crowd. Johnny Cannon: EXODUS, I want you to understand something… take notice, or don’t. Either way, this story isn’t over yet. We’ve got another chapter to write. Don’t give a damn what the quacks say either. I’m not calling it quits. I don’t care if I never walk again. I’ll be back. Stronger. Faster. Tougher. I’ll be at the Fight Without Honor or Humanity, and I’ll be there to shake hands with whoever is the World Champion when it’s all said and done, because I’m coming for you. EXODUS, I’m going to be better. I’m going to make this the greatest comeback you’ve ever seen. I’m going to let there be no doubt in anyone’s mind that Johnny Cannon is the best wrestler on the planet. So book your flights now, and buy your tickets, because when EXODUS comes back from JAPAN, and returns to THIS arena, you’re going to be greeted by the sounds of Ozzy Osbourne, and you’ll be chanting “Jonny!”, “Johnny!”, “Johnny!” once again. And when I step through that curtain, you know somebody might just get there bloody head kicked off! The crowd cheers loudly at the announcement, as a fired up Johnny Cannon nods. With a breath, and the wiping of a small tear in the corner of his eye, he places his Armani shades back on his British mug and looks right into the camera, holding up a two finger salute. Johnny Cannon: Until then, stay classy EXODUS. He drops the microphone and drops down to his back, then rolls out of the ring. Goodrich is there to meet him with his crutches as “THANK YOU JOHNNY” chants suddenly fill the arena. The two Englishmen make their way up the ramp, Johnny turning to take a bow and receive a round of applause before heading backstage and we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2013 11:47:45 GMT -6
The camera fades back from commercial to the backstage corridor. Tom Matheny stands, checking his hair in the reflection of the camera lens. Behind him is a door, freestanding in the centre of the corridor. On the frosted glass that forms the top half of the door is written the words “ CTHULHU JONES, PRIVATE EYE”. Tom Matheny: Welcome back ladies and gents, from commercial. I’ve managed to track down one of EXODUS’ more enigmatic new stars, hopefully to get a few words from him before his match tonight against the “Judge Magister” Seymour Almasy. Let’s see. Tom turns, and knocks on the door. There’s no response. He tries again, a little firmer. Tom Matheny: That’s strange. He was just here. Tom tries the handle, and the door creeps open, slowly, with an eerie creak. An old style desk, with a leather backed captain’s chair behind it. But a distinct lack of Cthulhu Jones. Tom Matheny: I don’t understand. What’s this... Mystery Voice: CAN I HELP YOU? Tom jumps, and half turns at the same time. The camera turns to reveal, standing just behind Tom, is Cthulhu Jones. His collar is turned up, his fedora pulled low. Tom Matheny: WHAT THE HELL? Cthulhu Jones: Thought you could get the jump on ol’ Cthulhu, eh? Who put you up to it Tom? The Draculas? Don Diditti? Atomic Kong? Tom Matheny: I don’t know what you’re on about. I’m here to do the interview we just discussed... Cthulhu Jones: I don’t buy it kid. People don’t just turn up to my office to ask me what kind of breakfast cereal I eat. Tom Matheny: Honestly, Mister Jones. I’m not trying anything. Cthulhu squints at Tom real close, nose to nose. Tom edges in a slightly uncomfortable manner. Suddenly, Cthulhu stands back up straight. Cthulhu Jones: OK, ask your questions. Shoot. Tom wipes his brow. Tom Matheny: OK. How are you feeling regarding your match this evening? Cthulhu Jones: That’s not a boring question Tom. What do you expect me to say? You want me to say I’m going to snap Almasy like a Slim Jim, or that Cthulhumania’s going to run wild over him? Boring. Tonight, Tom, EXODUS is going to see a Lucha Libre type match up the likes of which it has never seen. Those are the bare facts. Plenty of people in this fed have styles based off of Japanese Puroresu, or American Pro. Tonight, you have the chance to see how we Luchadors fly. Sorry if that wasn’t quite the provocative reaction you were hoping for. Tom Matheny: In his promotional material for this week, Seymour made comment on an aspect of your personality we haven’t seen too much of, but is noted in your biographical material. That you’re the, heh, Harbinger of the Apocalypse. Cthulhu’s eyes open wide, and he turns away from Matheny. Cthulhu Jones: I think it’s probably best not to talk about such things, Tom. Tom Matheny: Come on now. Seymour has come out and said it’s his mission to beat you tonight, for the good of the whole world, because you call yourself the bringer of Armageddon. Don’t you think it’s exaggerating just a bit. Cthulhu turns back around. As he does so, the lights in the corridor all blow, simultaneously, leaving Cthulhu’s face bathed in the dull glow of the red emergency lights. His eyes seem to have taken on an entirely new dimension, and his voice almost seems to have dropped in pitch. Cthulhu Jones: You want me to talk about Armageddon Tom? About Ragnarok? About the Apocalypse? You want to discuss and make light about the end of all things, when the Outer Gods will return from exile and take their rightful place in the cosmos? You want to talk about how defeating me will stop this Apocalypse. You pitiful mortals and your pitiful lack of comprehension. I don’t fight to bring about the end of days. I like this world. I fight to keep it back. Beating me in wrestling matches won’t stop the end of the world. What a pathetic concept. You want to push me Tom? You want everyone to take me to the edge? You want me to walk that way? You don’t want that, trust me. Because that way, my friend, madness lies... The emergency light cuts out. A second or two passes, then the corridor lights come back on. Cthulhu, and his “office” are gone. Tom shakes his head. Tom Matheny: Did... did that just happen? Really? I need to sit down. Now. Now let's head to the ring for a fatal four-way! Adrien Cochrane, Parker Wayde, Braxton Bennett, and Aria Dior are next! Fatal Four Way, One Fall!
ARIA DIOR VS. PARKER WAYDE VS. BRAXTON BENNETT VS. ADRIEN COCHRANEThe lights unexpectedly went dim in the arena as the opening beats of "Looks Are Everything" by Twirl began to blast throughout. After moments of darkness, the lights fully return to display the emergence of Aria Dior from the curtain. The tall blonde stands at the top of the stage, hands on her hips and smirk on her face, briefly scanning the arena before turning the entrance ramp into her personal runway and strutting towards the ring. Cat calls from all directions are thrown her way when she climbs up from the apron to the top rope, perching herself upright and extending her legs outward, a smile spread across her face. In a swift motion, Aria kicks her legs up one after the other, swinging herself into the ring. As her music dies down, Aria takes one final pose inside the ring before stretching herself out in preparation for the contest ahead. David Zinkus: The following is a four corners match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City, New York; weighing in at 120 pounds, she is ARIA DIOR! Dick Morosi: What do you think about Aria Dior and this match, Seth? Seth Ericson: I feel like I am watching a rat walk right into a trio of cats. All the lights in the arena go out, save one green spotlight aimed down at the middle of the stage. Before I....
Take another minute just to give everybody a move
Never seen, I'ma hit 'em with another(Elbow)
Let me get up everybody
That be movin' with Travis Barker
On your mark, so ya ready?(Let's go)Parker rips the curtain to the side and steps out on to the stage. He stops for a moment in the spotlight and surveys the audience and their reaction to his presence. Wow, okay, here we go again
You see the wind I'm blowin' in and I'm like a manglin'
The way that I'd be manglin' the beat, they call me Dracula
Then they see the fangs goin' in
Wow, uh huh
Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma go, huh
Then I gotta do what I be comin' in to do
A body to the beat
In other way, we givin' them a showThe shade of green that had painted the stage lights the sides of the entrance ramp as Parker starts to head down to the ring. Some of the fans taunt him as he walks down the ramp, while others hold out their hands for Parker to slap. Both groups of people get ignored as Parker has only the ring in his sight. Keys to the ignition and step on the gas
(Let's go)
And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in my glass
(Let's go)David Zinkus: And her opponent, from Winston-Salem, North Carolina; weighing in at 232 pounds, he is PARKER WAYDE! Dick Morosi: What about Parker Wayde? Seth Ericson: Dude has come off of a loss in his last two matches here. Not the favorite, but definitely a dark horse in this match. As he reaches ringside Parker turns towards the ring steps to his left and heads up them at a brisk pace. Upon reaching the apron he stops and looks out into the crowd again, possibly reading all of the signs being waved around by the fans. Where we at, where we at, where we at?
And we back up in the building
And we coming with a scorcher
Y'all already know who it is, it's Busta Bust and Travis Barker
Back to the beat, see we gotta go
When we hit the fire trucks, everybody better know
That we 'bout to let it blow
And we gotta get it yo, everybody if you're wheelin' wit me(Let's go)Parker steps over the middle rope and ducks under the top rope, stepping into the ring. As he steps to the center of the ring he tilts his head to the side and cracks his neck before staring up the entrance ramp waiting for tonight's victim. Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's goDick Morosi: This crowd is already so loud and right now, it has got to play on the mindset of those two in the ring and the two that have yet to make their entrances. "Evil Ways" by Blues Saraceno begins to play, as the crowd stands to their feet, awaiting the arrival of Braxton Bennett. Bennett makes his way from behind the curtain, rubbing his hands together, and securing the tape on his fists. He slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring the hands of the fans as he passes. Climbing into the ring, Braxton walks over to the far right turnbuckle, and acts as if he's going to climb it. However, he stops himself, giving a smug look to the crowd, as he turns to speak with the referee, and his music fades out. David Zinkus: And their opponent, from Sonoma, California; weighing in at 240 pounds, he is BRAXTON BENNETT! Dick Morosi: Braxton has come rather close these past two shows with losing the San Diego Bay battle royal and losing to the former International champion last show. Seth Ericson: So, like everyone else in this match that has been introduced so far, he hasn’t won anything? Dick Morosi: Well...yeah, I guess so. The lights in the arena dim as smoke starts to fill up the entrance way and ramp as a piano begins to play. With the sign of smoke comes fire on the EXOScreen and then as the music stops, up on the giant video wall... BELIEVE Suddenly, the music kicks back in for the remainder of the intro of "Through the Fire" by Day of Fire! Walk in the flame again,
I'll be there to hold your hand,
Keeping you safe until the end
And when the flood begins,
I'll be there with you to stand,
Walking in faith until the end... As the chorus begins, out from the back, standing amidst the smoke and simulated fire is "The Dropkick King" Adrien Cochrane! David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from New Orleans, Louisiana...HE IS THE DROPKICK KING, ADRIENNNNNNNN COCHRANE! I'll see you through the flood,
See you through the fire,
See you through the storms-a-raging... Adrien surveys the crowd, nodding and he finally pumps his fist, looking like he's slamming it down toward the ground, eliciting huge sparks of pyro that ignite from the top of the entrance way in time with his gesture! Starting to walk down the ramp, he nods his head in time with the music as he reaches his hands out, starting to slap hands with the fans who are cheering for him. Getting to the ring, he instantly hops up and practically slides across the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle to raise his arms to the crowd! Walking the darkest rain
I cover you by my name,
A shelter inside your world of pain
Step on the waters waves
Coming to me by faith
I am the light of better days... As the second time through the chorus starts, Adrien steps into the ring and moves across from where he enters, coming over to salute the other side of the audience! Continuing to salute the audience, Adrien finally hops down and starts to remove his shirt, looking intensely at the other side of the ring as he starts to mentally prepare for the match. Dick Morosi: Oh, boy. This match is about ready to go off and the crowd is ready! Seth Ericson: Hell yeah! DING! DING! DING!As soon as the bell rings, all hell breaks loose. Parker Wayde and Braxton Bennett immediately go after one another, trading punch for punch. Adrien Cochrane tries t hurry over to the two men, but is hit from behind by Aria Dior. As Aria tries to get Adrien to his feet, he slaps her arms away before leaping up and planting a dropkick on her, causing Dior to roll out of the ring. Wayde connects with a headbutt on Bennett before going after Adrien, only to be met with a dropkick as well. Bennett then tries to rush at Adrien, but he gets the same result as Wayde and Dior. A nice little dropkick to the chest that knocks him out of the ring. Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane on fire right now! Seth Ericson: Can you blame him? He is a former World champion that couldn’t even qualify for the EXODUS Honor Cup! As Adrien tries to get the audience even more fired up, he fails to notice that Parker Wayde is in the ring and up to both feet. Cochrane begins to measure Dior on the outside, probably thinking a suicide dive, but as he turns around, he is met with a clothesline from the 232 pounder. The audience begins to boo as Parker grabs Adrien by the head, wraps his arms around his midsection, and tosses him over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex. As Parker gets to his feet, Aria Dior comes rushing in, but he drills her with a boot to the face, hitting Paydirt and going for the cover! Dick Morosi: Paydirt connects! Parker Wayde going for the first cover! ONE!
TWO!
Broken up by Braxton Bennett!Seth Ericson: Close, but no cigar! Parker is now on the mat, arms raised to defend himself as Braxton Bennett begins to drill him with lefts and rights, trying to find a way to hurt the North Carolinian. After quite a few punches, Bennett gets to his feet and begins measuring Wayde, only to have to turn his attention to an airborne Adrien Cochrane who hits a diving crossbody on him! Adrien quickly rolls to his feet and catches the charging Parker Wayde with his legs and hits a hurricarana on him! Parker quickly rolls out of the ring. Dick Morosi: Cochrane controlling this match yet again! Seth Ericson: This is why he is a former World champion. Cochrane slowly begins going up the top rope, back turned to Braxton Bennett, looking to connect a moonsault. As he reaches the top rope and stands on it, Bennett gets to his feet and yanks one of Cochrane’s legs, causing Cochrane to hit the top turnbuckle. Bennett quickly yanks Cochrane off of the corner. Cochrane slowly gets to his feet before he is met with a clothesline from Bennett. Bennett quickly goes for the cover! ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Bennett tries to go for yet another cover, but Parker Wayde grabs him by the legs and drags him out of the ring, causing Bennett to faceplant the floor on the outside. Parker quickly rolls in, grabs Cochrane and gets him up to both feet before lifting him up and connecting with a release German suplex that causes the former World champion to roll out of the ring. Aria Dior enters the ring once more, kicking Parker once in the head before slapping him in the face. This manages to piss off Parker as he quickly surges to his feet, plants a boot into Aria’s gut, and lifts her up before planting her headfirst onto the mat with a brainbuster! Parker quickly goes for the cover! Dick Morosi: Parker Wayde taking good control of this match! Seth Ericson: Damn, I should have bet on him! ONE!
TWO!
TH-Broken up by Bennett!Bennett quickly begins stomping away at Parker all the way until he gets Parker out of the ring. Braxton then turns his attention to Aria Dior. He grabs her, lifts her up, and plants her down with a gut-wrench powerbomb that seems to have her knocked out. As Braxton gets to his feet, Adrien slides into the ring, runs up at the nearby corner, quickly going up the turnbuckles before flipping off backwards and trying to connect with the Ace-inator, only for Braxton to duck it and cuase Adrien to hit the mat hard. Bennett quickly grabs Cochrane and gets him up to both feet before kicking him in the gut, lifting him into a Fisherman suplex position, turning him, and dropping him on his head with a piledriver-like maneuver! Dick Morosi: Slow Ride! Seth Ericson: That may be it for Cochrane! Bennett quickly gets to his feet, noticing Parker is back in the ring, but as he rushes forward, Parker connects with a spear to Bennett. The audience boos as Parker grabs Cochrane by the head and tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring before doing the same to Dior. Bennett slowly gets to the corner, helping himself up before turning around, only to be met by Wayde, who rushes forward and hits a big splash maneuver type onto Bennett. Parker quickly grabs Bennett out of the corner, lifts him up, and plants him with Critical Mass! Parker quickly goes for the cover! Dick Morosi: Critical Mass connects! Seth Ericson: Braxton Bennett may be dead! ONE!
TWO!
THREE...NO! Dior breaks it up!Dior quickly launches forward and drops both fists into Parker’s back, breaking up the pinfall. Cochrane quickly rolls into the ring just as she gets to her feet, turns her around, and hits her with the Adrien Cutter! The audience explodes in cheers as Cochrane goes for the pin! Dick Morosi: What an Adrien Cutter! Seth Ericson: Well, Aria Dior is now Sleeping Beauty! ONE!Parker begins to stir, getting to all fours. TWO!Parker notices the pinfall and launches forward... ..but he is too late! THREE!
DING! DING! DING!David Zinkus: The winner of this match, ADRIEN COCHRANE! WINNER: ADRIEN COCHRANEAs Adrien gets to his feet, the referee raises his hand in victory as the audience cheers. Meanwhile, Parker looks at the other two laid out opponents and shakes his head before rolling out of the ring. Dick Morosi: Parker Wayde was so close to breaking that count! Seth Ericson: But he was too late and Adrien Cochrane tastes victory yet again! Dick Morosi: After their performances tonight though, I doubt Braxton Bennett or Parker Wayde will be without a win for long. Let's head backstage! Lee Redford, the new EXODUS employee, is walking down the hallway. He is trying to find a vending machine, but Lee did seem confused to where he was heading. At the other end of the hallway, we see Zero McHannon walking and resting his hands on the World Championship belt. He sees Lee out of the corner of his eye and redirects his attention. Lee didn’t notice Zee, so he kept trying to find something to eat. Zero McHannon: Yo, Lee! Zero is wearing a ‘Wrestling Game Christian Kane’ tee shirt as the light hit him in the opening. Lee is nervous and certainly wasn’t ready to see Zero. Lee Redford: Oh, hey there... Getting ready for your match? Zero McHannon: Yeah, trying to at least. How are the first few weeks on the new job? Everything is trying you okay, aren’t they? Lee Redford: Everyone is great here! They have really been trying to make me feel part of the family. I mean, setting up rings isn’t the worse thing in the world. At least it’s something. He looks at Lee with a bit of pity in his eyes and shrugs his shoulders. Zero McHannon: Well, you’re a hard worker. No doubt they appreciate the lending hand. If you’re not doing anything after the show, lets go grab a bite to eat. My treat. Lee Redford: If you’re wanting to talk more about Daniel, I don’t know anything. I already told you what I knew and I haven’t seen him. Zero shakes his head and adjusts the title around his waist. He keeps trying to bring the conversation back to where he was comfortable, but it was already lingering in the air. Zero McHannon: I’m not going to badger you about your brother. You’re the one who keeps bringing it up now. I just had a question, I’m no detective. If it is true, I’m trying to help. I’m not getting in the middle of your family anymore. I do care about happened to Rupert, but if you think it wasn’t Daniel, then it wasn’t him. If you don’t want to try and be friends, let me know. I feel horrible about our past, but there isn’t anything I can do to take any of it back. He didn’t know what else to say. Zero wasn’t one trying to make anything go downhill, he was trying to put it behind him. Lee Redford: Alright... Whatever you say. I’m a still uncomfortable about everything. I know things aren’t going to be normal and I can’t take the past few years on my life back. You trying to be my friend puts me off to the whole idea. I need to be the one that decides where I’m going to take my life from here. I know you’re trying to help, but you being around the whole time isn’t helping the situation. Zero could take a hint. He didn’t respond back to Lee, only gave him a nod as he walks past him. Lee looks like he is about to speak up to say something, but has second thoughts and puts his hand back down to his side. Zero stops walking at the end of the hallways and slightly turns his shoulder and looks back. Zero McHannon: Just know this... I can NEVER take back the things I’ve done. However, I can continue to take steps forward to make the future better. I’m asking you to forgive me or be my friend... If you don’t think I was just a lonely in the real world as you were in prison, think again. Lee bites his bottom lip as Zero turns the corner. There wasn’t much more to be said. You could cut the tension with a knife and neither of them were approaching the situation the wrong way. Lee thinks about things as he shuffles the quarters around in his hand and continues to look for a vending machine and we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2013 11:41:26 GMT -6
We come back from commercial with a seemingly confused Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: Well, I've been trying all day to speak to one of the newest members of the E-Pro roster, Vengado. In just a few minutes, he'll be facing XAVIOR and Whisper in a triple threat match. Unfortunately, he's difficult to find. I haven't been able to find him. As he speaks, a hooded figure appears in the hallway behind him, slowly approaching as Matheny continues. Tom Matheny: Now, the name "Vengado" is new to EXODUS, but a man wearing the mask and using that name was a part of the now-defunct Epic Wrestling Organization earlier this year. When he unmasked and revealed himself to be the controversial Victor Bravis, it raised quite an uproar. There is some debate online as to whether the Vengado coming to E-Pro is the same man. Silently, the hooded figure walks up behind Matheny, the draconic mask of Vengado visible under the hood as he stares at the interviewer's back. Tom Matheny: An exchange on Twitter a couple of weeks ago suggests that this Vengado is someone else, but it could just be Bravis trying to muddy the waters and deflect attention. I suppose time will tell whether this 'Dragon of Vengeance' will turn out to be a snake in the grass... He trails off, looking just off-camera as if at the cameraman. Tom Matheny: ...what? That's when he realizes that Vengado himself is standing behind him. Being the professional, Tom Matheny rallies and shifts his stance to address the Dragon of Vengeance. Tom Matheny: Vengado, tonight marks your EXODUS Pro debut. In a few moments, you'll step in the ring with the 'Rebus Hivemind' Whisper and 'The X-Factor' XAVIOR in a triple-threat match up. Your thoughts? He holds out the microphone, but Vengado stands silently, his expression as unreadable as only a masked face can be. He lifts his head, seeming to stare into the middle distance, and finally speaks. His voice is low and gruff. Vengado: Tonight, the path of my ascension begins. I have spent the last several months rebuilding myself, casting aside the man-that-was, so that this face-- He gestures at his mask. Vengado: --and this name can rise past the sins of the dragon-that-was. Tom Matheny: You're referring to the actions of Victor Bra-- Vengado chops a hand emphatically, his voice rising for a moment. Vengado: DO NOT-- speak that name. He is a fallen man. A man who revels in his own contemptuous actions. I have taken that which he discarded and made it mine. I am the Vengeful Dragon Reforged, but I am not yet complete. Tom Matheny: By that, do you mean you're looking to acquire a championship title here in EXODUS Pro? A moment's pause now. Vengado leans his head to one side in thought. Vengado: If needs must. But no. I am not yet complete. I seek to become something More. Something more than mere flesh, bone, vengeance, and drive. I will become something transcendent. Something elemental. His gaze drops down as he raises one taped fist. Already his knuckles look bloodied. Vengado: It may take time. I may not succeed. But I will not be deterred. I will not be stopped. The masked man looks at the camera now, raising that bloodied fist to point at the lens. Vengado: Tonight, the Dragon of Vengeance returns. With that, he sweeps off and departs. Matheny sidles back in front of the camera. Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, that was Vengado. Now let's kick it back to ringside! Triple Threat Match
XAVIOR VS. VENGADO VS. WHISPERThe lights go out in the building as the opening whistle of Rammstein's "Engel" fills the air. The song continues as dim lights start to rise in the venue, until the drums kick in. A solitary spotlight picks out Vengado as he appears on the stage. He makes his way down the ramp slowly as the guitars play. Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden
wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden
den Blick gen Himmel fragst du dann
warum man sie nicht sehen kann. He makes his circuit of the floor around the ring as the lyrics play, his masked gaze sweeping over the building and all the people in it, only climbing onto the apron as the chorus begins. Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am Himmel sehn
wir haben Angst und sind allein Now perched on the ropes and turnbuckle, Vengado flips his hood back for the last line of the chorus: Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein As the interlude plays, the whistling filling the air again, he removes his long leather coat and tosses it aside, turning to face the ring, his fists ready. Seth Ericson: So who is this guy? Dick Morosi: He...he JUST did that interview with Tom ten seconds ago! He's something like a vigilante. Seth Ericson: Yeah, I’m not sure that I care about a Bruce Wayne wannabe. Dick Morosi: Bruce Wayne wannabe? Billionaire? Seth Ericson: No, Batman! Dick Morosi: Bruce Wayne is Batman? Nawww!! Seth Ericson: You’re an idiot. The lights dim and suddenly the world feels just a little bit colder... In the darkness all we can hear is the slow, thumping and ominous intro for Buckethead's "Coma". It's like we're up the beanstalk and the giant has awoken. On the XtremeTron, one name can be seen bleeding it's way through- Whisper. There is one, single light coming from the entrance walkway, right next to the curtain where our competitors emerge for battle. Stood there, we see the sillouette of an incredibly imposing figure just...watching. Making his opponent wait. As the pace picks up, the "Alliance's Demise" begins his powerful walk down the ramp as sporadic while lighting circles the crowd. David Zinkus: And his opponent, making his way to the ring...weighing 250 pounds…The "Rebus Hivemind"...WHIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSPEEEEEEEERR Whisper makes his way up the steps and walks along before stopping, stalling on the apron as he faces his opponent. Entering the ring finally, he stands in his corner. Still. The lights raise and the music fades out. He just stands there unmoving, awaiting his chance to end his adversaries. Seth Ericson: Still not impressed. With Whisper, I mean. Dick Morosi: Does anything? Seth Ericson: Not really. A piano plays, the lights dimmed down. The piano continues for a bit over thirty seconds. The song then kicks in, drums and guitars booming loudly. Come out of hiding, show us your face.
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Just close your eyes it'll all be ok.
The damage they've caused, is it worth it all?
Worth It All...
Worth It All...
Worth It All...Xavior blasts through the curtains as the lights flash green, the music kicking in harder this time. He looks around for a moment, soaking it all in, taking a knee down on the stage. He slowly cuffs his hands around his mouth and shouts, "SMAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!" and extends his arms with an intense glare as he walks down the ramp. The camera gets a shot of him up the ramp in front of hands of fans. Xavior slides on top of the apron and goes to his left, planting his right foot firmly on the top turnbuckle, and his left holding him up on the middle. He extends his arms again giving another shout. The lights continue to flash. He looks around for a moment and walks to the center of the ring. He gets on his knees, glaring around to a mixture of chants and boos. Xavior looks at his adversary. He stands up and walks to the corner, taking his fleece jacket and shirt off. DING DING DING! Xavior waylays Whisper with a lariat at the bell. Vengado quickly adds insult to injury with a quick kick to the downed Whisper, until Xavior shoves him for doing so. Xavior, the most known name in the EXODUS currently in the match gets a bit of heel heat as the fans boo him for shoving Vengado just for doing his job and it quickly turns to cheers as Vengado counters another lariat attempt into hammerlock to German suplex. Dick Morosi: Smart move by the vigilante. Whisper gets back to his feet and rolls up Vengado, holding the tights as he does. ONE!! TWO!! Kickout at two. Seth Ericson: Desperate much? Dick Morosi: For once, I agree. Xavior is back up. So is Whisper. Whisper hits a thrusting kick to the midsection of Xavior, leading to a quick tiger suplex ’85 before he turns and sees Vengado back on his feet. He quickly dispatches him with a running big boot to the face. He covers Vengado for the second time. ONE!! TWO!! THR…NO! The pin is broken up by Xavior. Seth Ericson: Triple threat… Xavior yanks Whisper back to his feet and delivers a quick blow to the midsection that was loud enough to echo through the RIMAC. Xavior follows it up with a snapmare and a headlock. It doesn’t take long for Whisper to get out of it, but Xavior quickly follows that up with a spinning backfist. Dick Morosi: Great striking techniques by Xavior as he takes control of the match. Xavior hits the first really thundering move of the match when the ring shakes after a sheerdrop brainbuster. Cover by Xavior. ONE!! TWO!! THR…NO!! Whisper smartly trips Xavior as he tries to get back up. Xavior stumbles a bit, but it was just enough for Whisper to get pop up European uppercut. Xavior falls back to the outside but Whisper forgot this wasn’t a one on one match as soon as he realizes he’s not on the ground anymore. Dick Morosi: Vengado hits the Devil Smash as everyone ignores him for the past few minutes! Seth Ericson: Cover by the Batman wannabe! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! "Engel" by Rammstein starts again, and the referee raises his hand in victory. David Zinkus: Here is your winner...VENGADO! WINNER: VENGADODick Morosi: Vengado is victorious in his EXODUS debut! Seth Ericson: Congratulations, Batman, it's only gonna get harder from here for ya! Dick Morosi: While he celebrates, let's head backstage! The camera suddenly cuts backstage, opening to a scene with a destroyed room. Glass and an assortment of junk is strewn all around, while Christum Furor paces back and forth, pulling at his hair with one hand, the other somewhat clawing at the side of his face. He picks up a lamp and swings it overheard, slamming it down mightily on the floor, smashing it to pieces and sending shards of glass shooting out as debris from the vicious impact. He kicks away the remaining glass, pushing it away. Still not satisfied, he picks up a wooden chair, holding it overhead as he sprints to the nearest wall. He throws it with tremendous force, and the collision sends pieces of furniture splintering everywhere as it is met with the more solid and stronger surface. He spins towards the camera, the image shaking a bit as the cameraman steps back. Christum Furor: “IS THIS WHAT THEY WANT?” The madman grabs a lock of hair, tugging at it and ripping it out of his head, a surge of pain quickly stabs him in the cranium, which he acknowledges with a wince and a groan. Christum Furor: “TELL ME…. IS THIS WHAT THEY WANT? IS THIS WHO I MUST BE… WHAT’S MY NAME… WHATS MY FUCKING NAME?” A meager voice speaks out from behind the camera, unsure, wavering and completely terrified. Cameraman: You’re Magnus…. you’re Magnus Gunner. He stops, as his face contorts into a grotesque scowl, as a crazed, maniacal look manifests in his sullen eyes, partially glazed over, yet filled with an inhospitable rage as he stares at an invisible enemy. Christum Furor: NO… NO… I AM GOD… I AM WAR, PAIN, I’M ANGUISH! I AM PANDORA’S BOX! GODDAMIT…. GODDAMMIT…. GOD! DAMN! IT! THEY’VE OPENED IT… all of you… you’ve unleashed THIS… when you laughed at my misery… mocked my pain… and took away EVERYTHING! He turns and suddenly begins to rummage through more things, slamming an ashtray and a bottle of scotch across the wall, as more glass falls to the ground upon it bursting into pieces. Christum Furor: I’m THE revolution! I’m the KING of the CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED! I am your bastard children… I’m your forgotten sons… I’m your lost souls, your vilified outcasts! I am the prey of your bullies… I’m the target of your sinners… I’m the scourge of your self-righteous saints! I am the MONSTER from your nightmares, and I’m going to rip the demons and skeletons from your closets and I’m going to throw them in your faces! I will rip the wings off your beloved angels and watch them plummet to their doom! I’m going to condemn EXODUS to chaos, toss it into the abyss, purge the frauds and the innocent as one! He drops to a knee, and frantically runs his fingers through his hair once more, further tattering it and leaving it messy and unkempt. Christum Furor: YOUR IDOLS… I’M DONE PLAYING GAMES WITH THEM… IT'S TIME THEY PAY FOR THEIR SINS…. ITS TIME FOR THEM TO FALL… He suddenly scrambles to his feet, and screams and yells at the top of his lungs, much like the bellow of any beast. He steps forward and punches the camera, cracking the lens as lines spread throughout the view. The glass pieces are offset, displaying differing views of what is transpiring. The psychotic Michigander gets in close, the lines running through his face and distorting his image. Christum Furor: I AM CHRISTUM FUROR! KNEEL BEFORE ME! The camera turns and careens to the ground, focused on the carnage in front of it. Dick Morosi: No, that wasn't disturbing at all...anyway, time for a commercial break. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2013 11:36:04 GMT -6
Dark Match
Angry Pete vs. Sebastien Cross vs. Spike AdamsIt was crazy. Fun was had. Angry Pete won and pissed on someone. Winner: ANGRY PETE December 16nd, 2013
San Diego, California
Instead of the graphics or even the return of the new song, "Hear Me Now" by Blacklite District, we open up on a backstage brawl! Shinji Uchikawa seems to have decided he won't wait for the show to start, as he and Jerry Matthews are trading punches, Uchikawa slamming Jerry's head against the wall! With Jerry on his own, and Deacon Jeremiah not near him, Shinji is taking advantage of the level playing field, using a flurry of kicks and open handed fists to bring the fight to Jerry Matthews. Normal Match
JERRY MATTHEWS VS. SHINJI UCHIKAWADick Morosi: Shinji Uchikawa starting this episode of EXPRO On FX the same way he ended the last one, taking the fight to Jerry Matthews! Seth Ericson: He's going to have to if he's gonna beat Jerry after the success Matthews has had as of late! Shinji nails a vicious right that sends Matthews reeling, and he backs up for a moment before delivering A WICKED VERSION OF THE WIDE AWAKE TO MATTHEWS! With Matthews stumbling back, Shinji has battled Matthews right to the entrance, and with a wicked spear from Uchikawa, he sends them both flying through the entrance way and onto the stage! The crowd is on their feet, turning their heads to see Shinji get up and start hyping himself up for the biggest match of his career! Shinji starts trying to get Matthews to his feet, starting to move him down the ramp as referee Dan Arnouil tries to get them both into the ring. As Shinji starts to listen to the referee's instructions, Matthews uses the opportunity to recover and blindside Uchikawa from behind. Jerry quickly grabs Shinji and whips him into one of the ringposts, Shinji hitting nothing but metal as he collides! Matthews quickly gets him back up and whips him again, this time right into the steel steps, sending Shinji reeling and almost into the guardrails all as he stops to recover and gloat. Dick Morosi: Look at him gloating! It's like he's had control of this match all along! Seth Ericson: He took control when it mattered! The match is about to start, and he's got the huge advantage of having the kid reeling! Jerry grabs Shinji by the hair and throws him into the ring, stepping up and climbing in, launching a huge legdrop over the throat of Uchikawa. When he starts to get up, he drops a knee over the throat of Shinji, starting to pray as the referee admonishes him. By the time Arnouil gets to four, Jerry calmly gets up as if he didn't realize he was choking the Young Lion. Shinji is reeling on the mat before Jerry starts trying to intimidate the referee...leading Shinji to grab him and roll him up! The referee starts to make the cover! ONE! TWO! JERRY KICKS OUT! Shinji tries to charge forward to hit a huge running Yakuza Kick, but Jerry gets up and nails an explosive lariat! It's all that's really needed at this point, as he begins to size up Uchikawa. He waits for Shinji to get up....SPEAR! Without hesitation, he gets up, hooks Shinji...SAVIOR'S WRATH! He looks to go for the pin, but he gets up with a huge grin on his face and shakes his head! He gets up and lifts Shinji to his feet one more time....ANOTHER SAVIOR'S WRATH! He doesn't stop there....ONE MORE SAVIOR'S WRATH! Dick Morosi: Stop it, Jerry, that's enough! Seth Ericson: This isn't about Shinji Uchikawa, Dick! This is about Jonathan Collins, and this is a loud and clear message to him! He grabs Shinji one more time, and the crowd boos even louder at the arrival of Deacon Jeremiah at the entrance. Coming down, he reaches under the ring and grabs a table, pushing it into the ring for Jerry. With Shinji down, Jerry takes the table and starts to set it up. With the last bit of fight left in him, Shinji gets to his knees and he weakly takes a couple of shots at Jerry, who is able to brush them off with ease. Jerry lifts him up one more time...SAVIOR'S WRATH THROUGH THE TABLE! He hooks the leg and forces Dan Arnouil to make an academic count! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Long Black Train" starts and the crowd jeers as they realize what's happened. Of course, the brutality doesn't stop there! Matthews and Jeremiah continue to stomp and attack Uchikawa, clearly looking to cripple him as they did Jonathan Collins two weeks prior. They keep up the attack before "The Touch" by Stan Bush starts, and the crowd erupts as Dan Stein starts coming down the aisle, chair in hand! He keeps swinging for the fences as Jeremiah and Jerry head for the hills, Stein checking up on the youngster from Kingdom of Japan Pro Wrestling! WINNER: Jerry MatthewsDick Morosi: Dan Stein, even injured, came to the aid of Shinji Uchikawa, and this is easily the wildest start to an EXODUS show I've ever seen! Seth Ericson: It's so wild, what else could kick it off this huge? SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME! DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The crowd erupts as the Interim Director of EXODUS Pro, Christian H. Kane walks out of the curtain and into the aisle. Sharply dressed in a black suit lined with silver leopard print Kane unbuttons the suit jacket and begins to walk down to the ring. Ericson: Here he is Dick! The man is back! And look at that suit! His signature smug grin plastered on his face The Handsome ‘Director’ picks up a microphone from a stagehand as Bon Jovi continues to blare from the speakers. Taking the time to run a hand over his bleached blond hair Kane enters the ring, nodding his head as the music fades. Around the same time the crowd reaction, a surprisingly good one, dies down - affording Kane the opportunity to speak. Christian H. Kane: No confetti this time. No crucifixion either, for that matter. I probably wouldn’t be able to top either in any case, and let’s be honest...my time in the ring is over, for now. I’m not a performer. I’m the Interim Director of EXODUS Pro. The crowd pops at the remark as Christian Kane grins widely before continuing. Christian H. Kane: Over the past two weeks, since it was revealed that I was given the position a lot of eyebrows have been raised and a lot of questions have been asked, so let me clear those up right now. It’s true, I didn’t leave here on the best of terms. And yes, it’s true, the time I spent here I was never on the best of terms. With management or with you people. I was so fixated upon creating change in this company and this industry that I kinda lost myself, somewhere along the way. This isn’t an apology, it’s just an acknowledgement that I didn’t go about things in the right way. Dick Morosi: You can say that again. Seth Ericson: People make mistakes, Dick! Christian H. Kane: I have ideas. I have a vision for this company - and it’s not to burn it to the ground. This company has unlimited, and in my opinion untapped potential and I went about trying to release it in all the wrong ways. Instead of working with management I fought against management because I wanted to be the bad guy. I wanted to feed off your hate. If you gave me the option to go back and do things differently, would I? Probably not, but now I have the opportunity to do it differently. He nods to himself quickly as he stands facing the crowd, addressing them once more. Christian H. Kane: I’m the Interim Director of EXODUS Pro and I can create change in all the right ways. Change that’ll benefit this company, those workers and you people. I’m not selling out, I’m buying in. Seth Ericson: Change! We’re gonna see change! The sold out RIMAC cheer the comment, appreciative of Kane’s new found perspective. Christian H. Kane: This is an interim position, but in my opinion, this is an audition for me. Not Christian Kane the wrestler, but Christian H. Kane - the businessman. Nicholas Gray trusted me with this position and as I shook his hand I told him that I’d do so well he’d HAVE to create a new position for me to fill. Gray, that was a promise. But in any case, I’ve cleared all of that up, so let me get down to business. Three things on the agenda tonight - three things that I’m about to let you know about. Number one, as I am the Interim Director of EXODUS Pro at this time, I along with Nicholas Gray have made the decision to reassign Jonathan Collins to the active roster. He needs to take care of some personal business that’s become extremely public over the past few months - this is an endeavour that myself and Gray fully support you in, Jon. Tempers flared the last time I was face to face with you, but that’s in the past. Good luck with that. Wasting little time, Kane continues on. Christian H. Kane: Secondly, let’s briefly mention EXODUS Pro on FX #9, shall we? In two weeks time I’ve made the executive decision to make things a little, interesting. I’m sure you all remember what happened at The Autumn Effect, Chris Strike defeated me to retain his number one contendership to the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Championship. And on the road to Battle Without Honor Or Humanity, in two weeks time, we’re going to have ourselves a little ‘Pick Your Poison’. Our champion Zero McHannon will pick Chris Strike’s opponent, and Chris Strike will choose Zero McHannon’s opponent. A great idea - I know. Seth Ericson: Blockbuster announcement! This brings me to my third and final point and again it’s in regards to Battle Without Honor Or Humanity. You see tonight our number one contender is going up against Magnus Gunner. A Magnus Gunner who has been on fire lately and tonight on FX at this sold out RIMAC Arena, if Gunner beats Strike, we’re making it a triple threat for the World title. Dick Morosi: Wow! Seth Ericson: This is even bigger! Can you imagine that Dick? Zero! Strike! Gunner! All vying for that championship! Dick Morosi: It’s all dependent on tonight, but what an incentive, I’ll say. This causes the fans in the arena to jump out of their seats as the place explodes, clearly enjoying Kane raising the stakes for both men tonight. Smirking, Kane raises the mic to his mouth again, uttering his final words. Christian H. Kane: See, I told you - I’m full of good ideas. Enjoy the show. Once again the timeless Bon Jovi classic hits the sound system again as Kane exits the ring and makes his way to his office in the back and we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 15, 2013 0:01:33 GMT -6
Here's the people with extensions:
Andreas Lasiewicz
Chandler Scott
Kira T. Zeppeli
Fiona Rourke
Abby Park
Gabriel Gambino
XAVIOR
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 14, 2013 23:25:01 GMT -6
THE RED COMET PRESENTS…
EXODUS PRO MUSIC RANKINGS GALORE
(Part 2)
…Hey again, everyone. No fancy descriptions here, let’s just get to 24-1 on this list and cover the second half of the list.
24. Parker Wayde – “Let's Go” by Travis Barker
Pretty damn upbeat with the drums, kinda gets you hype…but really, it’s Busta, Twista and Yelawolf who make this song. Lil Jon is there for shits and giggles and Barker? Well, they could have thrown any other decent drummer there and likely gotten a similar, if not better result.
23. Project Mayhem – “Decay” by Sevendust
Sevendust has always been a good act, they put on good live shows and the fact that Project Mayhem decided to start using this (for whenever they team up again) is a pretty good thing in my book.
22. Spirit Z – “Get The Fuck Up!” by Yelawolf
Yelawolf’s an interesting choice altogether and I’ve seen Spirit Z in action over in PDW back when I first started there. This dude can GO, ladies and gentlemen, and this theme is a solid fit in the fact that he’ll make you get off your seats.
21. XAVIOR – “The Taste of Regret” by In Fear and Faith
Aggressive, but it has its own fair share of energy to it (with the piano on the background being a nice touch). XAVIOR’s had an interesting road thus far in his EXODUS stay, but I think this is someone that can break out at any given moment.
20. Sebastian Cross – “The Big Money” by Rush
Yet again, a great song that probably won’t go up further until we see what this guy brings to the table in his dark match showing he’s got ahead. Nevertheless, it’s Rush (and I love me some Rush). I couldn’t deny it a Top 20 spot.
19. Savannah Taylor - “I’m Your Favorite Drug” by Porcelain and the Tramps
This woman is probably the only other thing that I associate with Vegas outside of the Strip and Sin City Wrestling. Nevertheless, she’s…a character. And anything by Porcelain and the Tramps does seem to be geared for the folks who got that bit of weird geared in them.
18. Shinji Uchikawa – “Waiting On a War” by 36 Crazyfists
I was initially quite confused as to Uchikawa’s choice with this one, but it shows you that you can’t judge a man’s taste in music by ethnicity, race or anything. I hope he keeps this one for quite some time, because it is very solid and it earns the young lion a spot on the top twenty.
17. Lady Magdalena – “Little Bird” by Annie Lennox
Ahhh, this one brings back memories of a certain movie with Demi Moore. Nevertheless, while I don’t know as much about Magdalena as some folks, she seems quite capable of handling herself and the theme sticks out as unique and quite powerful. So, she is in the top portion of this countdown.
16. Heather Halliwell – “Hit Me Like a Man” by The Pretty Reckless
Jenny Humphrey’s band can deliver some tunes and this is one of them. Consistently great riff, fitting lyrics for the former World champ and it doesn’t fail to deliver on the fact that win or lose, you go to war against the “Queen” whenever you step into the ring against her.
15. Sally Talfourd – “Troublemaker” by Troublemaker (HyunA and Hyunseung)
It’s unique, it stands out and if you take the time to digest the fact that it’s a different language, it adds to the mystique of the “Last Magician.” Sally is one of the best in the business today and a top 15 spot on this loaded countdown is nothing to be ashamed of here.
14. Nicholas Gray – “Rocket Dive” – hide
The EXODUS Pro owner does seem like a very zany individual, so the choice of hide’s final single before the unfortunate events of his passing fits him to a tee. The song is out there, but it is fun, it captures a nice level of energy and it works well with a man who’ll likely see this #14 spot as me becoming the Dio to his Jotaro.
13. Abby Park – “Maw Maw Song” by The Joy Formidable
Wicked introduction. Absolutely wicked. Song slows down a bit, picks up again at the chorus and it’s a pretty good anthem for a young woman who’s got all the potential to do great things in EXODUS, even if she has a tough draw in the Honor Cup.
12. Dan Stein - “The Touch” by Stan Bush
All the memories. An anthem for ages still, even if it was an anthem from three decades ago. Fits in easily, brings forth a presence, just a shame that Stein got ruined by that crazy ass preacher from testing his mettle in the Honor Cup.
11. The Turks (Sally Talfourd & Andreas Lasiewicz) – “Conquistador” by 30 Seconds To Mars
The Turks rule supreme as EXODUS Pro World Tag Team champs for a long period of time and they also manage to be the top ranked tag team theme of this bunch.
10. Adrien Cochrane – “Through the Fire” by Day of Fire
The former World champion and musician has a pretty solid theme. There’s no doubt that Mr. Cochrane is a man who has a strong set of beliefs and this song actually does a really job at conveying it without being all up in your face about it too. A rocking anthem for a man who tries to live out by his faith without being all up in your face about it. I can respect that.
9. Zero McHannon – “Revolution Man” by The Union Underground
The new EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight champion decided to kick his reign off with a bang and the new theme music was a part of that as well. Fitting lyrics, slow build that eventually explodes with an attitude and you add that to a guy that’s living up to the potential, and well, this deserves notice.
8. Kira T. Zeppeli – “Rain of Brass Petals -Three Voices Edit-“ by Akira Yamaoka ft. Oscar Wilkenson
Silent Hill music! But no, seriously, this theme is creepy, the lyrics are fitting, it sets a certain mood for the cannibalistic beast that makes meals outta people and yeah, I kinda had a freak out moment when I first heard that any wrestler would have the balls to go for a Silent Hill OST song. Kudos, Kira. Kudos.
7. Jimmy Riley – “D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune)” by Jay-Z
The former EXODUS Pro International champion, former UWL (insert look of disgust at Jay Jefferson here) World Tag Team champion and a guy who could be halfway to an EXODUS Grand Slam if he beats Blake Jones for the San Diego Bay title, Jimmy’s got himself some great taste in music. He also makes me think about a certain brown coat captain of a certain shi- but I’ll leave this comparison here, as I just got issued a Level 2 by somebody who LITERALLY just burst through the wall of my bedroom and identified himself as “Meta Johnson.” …I’ll be sending you all the bill for this one, Nick.
6. Johnny Cannon – “Supernaut” by Black Sabbath
#MrEXODUS himself makes it over to the Top 10 here by getting some himself a good old-fashioned British anthem that represents the (former two-time) “International Champion of Mystery” well. He might be in surgery, but if you wanted somebody to represent your brand…this is one guy who can do it.
5. Andreas Lasiewicz – “Time” by Hans Zimmer (Instrumental Core Remix)
I thought I was getting Inception’d for a moment here and I was digging it, but then the remix portion kicked in and I was basically in awe. Lasiewicz’s work as a tandem with my good friend Sally Talfourd’s made me slowly become a fan of his work and this theme…man, this theme is fantastic. It’d be a shame if he were to change it…
4. Magnus Gunner – “The Quiet Place” by In Flames
The intro riff to this song may very well be most intense in all of EXODUS Pro. Plain and simple, it sets a mood, it makes you understand the man who calls himself “Christum Furor” means some business and holy shit, how is this NOT number one again? Well…check the top three songs and you’ll understand (but no, seriously, this would be number one if it weren’t for these three).
3. Seymour Almasy - “Frog's Theme” by Yasunori Mitsuda
FROG’S THEME!!!!!!!! The Magister himself is basically in BUSINESS with the most righteous theme for a man aiming to deliver his justice upon the heavens, earth and even the underworld, if he chose to go that route. I’m half-expecting him to grab a Masamune at some point and starts slashing people. Long story short, this theme is MANLY!
2. Jonathan Collins – “Last Man Standing” by People In Planes
Remember how I mentioned that most of these top themes had an identity to it and were kind of like an anthem? This is one hell of an anthem for a guy who’s seen a lot of things over his long career and it describes very well that he’s one of the remaining few of a very rare kind in this business today. Solid choice all around and probably a number one rank if it weren’t for…
1. Christian Kane – “You Give Love A Bad Name” by Bon Jovi
…it’s Bon Jovi, it’s Christian Kane’s crazy man slutting whore ass (who is now wifey’d and totally about that monogamous life, before you ladies start get any ideas), it’s basically the greatest anthem of all wrestlers/authority figures/people in general in this company and let’s face it, people. It has the greatest introduction of all fifty songs in this entire countdown. The man who claims he’s #BAD can also claim number one in this countdown.
…That said, I hope you enjoyed the countdown accordingly, thank you for patience and time reading through these and as stated on the first part, for anyone that still feels overly salty about these rankings after reading through it all, you can find me at @coderedcomet on the Twitter machine. Y’know, if your jimmies REAAAAALLY are that rustled. So yeah, thanks again and as always…battle’s on!
- Leander Apollo
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 14, 2013 17:44:44 GMT -6
Got mine Friday.
Dey sho goooood.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 11, 2013 23:08:16 GMT -6
THE RED COMET PRESENTS…
EXODUS PRO MUSIC RANKINGS GALORE
(Part 1)
Greetings.
Those of you who might not be familiar with me, my name’s Leander Apollo – been wrestling across the globe for nearly six years now, currently over in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling (whatever drama or beef between Banks and you all aside, I don’t got any beef personally and therefore, yeah, disclaimer made) and if there’s something that I do enjoy during my spare time is music. I could go at it for hours with just grabbing the theme songs from the entire roster of a company, making a playlist, pressing play and going at it. In fact, during my time about a year and a half ago as a commentator for an all-female wrestling company (who shall not be named here), I ended doing two of these columns where I took theme songs, ranked them under my own personal opinion on the type of music, whether it fits the actual person coming out to it or not (I’ve watched a few shows, so as to get a basic idea) and we go from there.
So, that said...this, right here, is my disclaimer: all of the content in these rankings are solely that of Leander Apollo’s personal & musical tastes (which are, by no means, for everyone – I’m dead serious, if I had a dime for every time this argument broke out, I’d have some sweet savings in the bank right now on top of what I do already put in) and not that of EXODUS Pro, its owners, management, staff, etc.
That said…I hope you have fun reading through this. The list is keeping in mind everybody that’s currently signed within your roster (including those who haven’t debuted yet, 50 themes in total including tag teams), prior to your EXPRO #8 show. Let me go on record and also say that there’s no clear “holy shit, this deserves to be dead last” song either…but I’m doing from least favorites to personal favorites. Now…for anyone that still feels overly salty about this one after reading through it all, you can find me at @coderedcomet on the Twitter machine. Y’know, if your jimmies REAAAAAAAAALLY are that rustled. Or if I missed something…like a theme song.
THE RANKINGS
50. Aria Dior – “Looks Are Everything” by Twirl
So this earns my infamous “Amuro Ray is a White Devil with an Afro” award for lowest ranking song of these rankings. Why? It starts off well, then it kinda crashes and burns as awkwardly as the person who walked out to this on that preliminary for the Honor Cup you EXODUS folk are currently running.
49. Wulf Erikssen – “Barroom Hero” by Dropkick Murphys
As I mentioned, this is starting with my own personal least favorites. I get Wulf’s a man of the people, one-half of the EXODUS Pro World Tag Team champs and probably can drink with the best of them. However, I personally detest anything that the Dropkick Murphys have ever done…
48. Jerry Matthews – “Long Black Train” by Josh Turner
………………………………I now understand why people boo this man so much (outside of the whole “preacher, preacher” deal he’s got going on plus that ridiculous head of hair).
47. Sam Johnson – “Hustler's Ambition” by 50 Cent
It’s not “In Da Club” or “Candy Shop.” Therefore, it has absolutely no use to me whatsoever and to me, just doesn’t go all that well as a theme…also, being from New York doesn’t exactly make you a hustler.
46. Cthulhu Jones – “Apocalypse Now” by Transplants
Decent riff, but nothing too special to it. Enough to rank above some songs, but not enough to go any further.
45. Steve Lenton – “Aww Nah (Remix)” by Nappy Roots ft. POD
The Big L may be the most inspirational man in professional wrestling today and somebody with whom I’d love to go up against somebody…but seriously, man? You and Wulf nailed the tag team part of your themes okay, but to me, the both of you are in TROUBLE when it comes to the singles stuff.
44. Anna Molly – “Anna Molly” by Incubus
The girl named Anna Molly walks out to a song named Anna Molly…and really, that’s about as much novelty as you’re going to get out of this ranking.
43. Braxton Bennett – “Evil Ways” by Blues Saraceno
Again, it’s one of those where I like the riff and the chorus, but everything else falls a little flat on its face for me. Plus, this theme seems almost TOO phenomenal for this guy. Just almost.
42. Gabriel Gambino - “Papercut (Instrumental)” by Linkin Park
You can be a Godfather of Wrestling, you can be one of the best around, you can even be Jesus fuckin’ Christ himself, but do not expect to get past the Top 40 while walking out solo to a Linkin Park song. Ever.
41. Jack Alexander – “I Coulda Been a Contender” by The Gaslight Anthem
Newer guy, apparently. One of them. Decent enough start, a bit of a head nodder and probably the only reason why I’m putting it lower than others is due to not knowing how well it fits this fella. If we do a round two of these, you can probably expect this one to jump a few spots.
40. Brett Sands – “Burn” by Papa Roach
This would be a bit higher, but…Papa Roach is okay and I associate this one with a certain “Rebel Child” from whom I won my first singles gold out of last year. A sentence about this not fitting a former big brother figure goes here.
39. Whisper – “Coma” by Buckethead
I love me some shredding at times and Buckethead does deliver in that regard. But again, it’s one of those themes where it doesn’t click for me. It’s too slow, then it’s too crazy, it has more holes in it than this thing’s offense when it went up against Fiona Rourke.
38. Kylar Stark – “Bullet With Butterfly Wings” by Ill Nino
Wrestling wise, I like his style. It’s a bit brutal, sure, but it’s effective. BUT KYLAR STARK! Y U NO USE SMASHING PUMPKINS VERSION?!?!?!
37. Angry Pete – “Black Betty” by Spiderbait
Same as Stark’s, I just liked this cover a bit more. Also, if this guy really does have a manager named Geese Howard, you all in EXODUS Pro need to pay him a ridiculous amount of money. I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING! SPARE YOURSELVES FROM REPPUKENS, RAGING STORMS AND DEADLY RAVES!!!!
36. Jaime Alejandro - “Good Man” by Devour the Day
I remember this guy from ASWF, back when some blonde Canadian I know was there too. Anyways, it’s a good song, but it’s the matter that I think the other remaining themes above it deserve to be a little to a lot higher.
35. Gods & Monsters (Zack Lifer & Magnus Gunner) – “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot
For the duo of “Gods & Monsters,” Slipknot isn’t a bad way to go. At the same time, you could do far, far better if you’re trying to portray the “FUCK YOU, WE’RE GOING TO WRECK ALL YO SHIT, FUCK YO COUCH” mentality. Maybe just keep the beginning of it and then throw in Avantasia’s “Twisted Mind” in?
34. Sylar Drake – “Wild at Heart” by Birds of Tokyo
It was unfortunate to hear about him getting injured. Sylar was enjoyable to watch. Decent theme, but I’m afraid there are thirty-four better.
33. Kevin Hardaway – “No End in Sight” by Killswitch Engage
It’s okay. Of course, seeing this guy’s douchetacular personality in social media doth make me think this song is fitting…because that level of brains probably has no end in sight for its hardheaded shit.
32. Chris Strike – “March of Mephisto” by Kamelot
I like Kamelot. Believe me, I do. But on the principle of this being my brother-in-law and the fact that are far better Kamelot songs he could be using, this ranks down here (although the intro to it, of course, is absolutely bitching…beyond that? Nah.)
31. Blake Jones – “Light Up The Sky” by Thousand Foot Krutch
Good introduction, has some high points but also has some low ones (peaks and valleys, much like the Philly Young Gun’s early career now) that keep the ranking of the song from getting past the Top 30.
30. Chandler Scott – “Ride of the Valkyries” by Richard Wagner
Wagner gets overused all across the globe and unfortunately, Mr. Harvard pants over there falls victim to following suit on that. But hey, at the very least, third place is better than last place on the GoW scale?
29. Young Guns (Blake Jones & Sylar Drake) – “Bones” by Young Guns
It’s plucky, a bit upbeat, got a good sound to it and I think it conveys the fact these two are on their way to becoming established (Sylar once he’s back from injury and Blake with the more experience he keeps getting).
28. TROUBLE (Steve Lenton & Wulf Erikssen) – “Can You Dig It (Iron Man 3 Main Titles)” by Brian Tyler
As I said before, I’m not too hot on their themes as a singles entity, but as a tag team (which is now wearing VERY prestigious gold)? Absolutely, I can dig it.
27. Zack Lifer – “Alive in the Lights” by Memphis May Fire
Definitely a message behind this theme and with Zack being the kind of man that he is, I can understand his decision process in picking this one up. I know opinions differ on him, depending on who you ask, but I personally have no issues with the dude. Seems people hate him for the sake of just hating him.
26. Vengado – “Engel” by Rammstein
One of my all-time favorites, got the pleasure to see them a few times playing live while I was wrestling in Germany. Very intriguing theme and while we don’t know too much about the “Dragon of Vengeance,” this is a pretty solid theme.
25. Fiona Rourke – “One for the Money” by Escape The Fate
For me, if Fiona had stuck with either “The Ocean” by Tonight Alive or “Unbreakable” by Fireflight, I’d have probably ranked her much higher on this list. I just think out of her three main themes in EXODUS, thus far, this one lacks anything outside of its chorus that she goes out to. Also pleased to see her back competing. Plucky action girl, makes all the nerdy references…I’m almost half-surprised her and Eileen Amaro haven’t met yet and gone off to fight evil by moonlight (and win love by daylight).
So…that said, this is the first half here. Just something to satiate the curiosities of some and I’ll be getting to 24-1 in a little while here. Until then, thanks for stopping by and as always…battle’s on.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 4, 2013 21:36:48 GMT -6
Personal Information Name: Spirit Z Email: thwspiritz@Yahoo.com Previous E-Wrestling Experience: 3 Years Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): zackalfonsetti Character Info Name: Spirit Z Height: 5'11 Weight: 225 pounds Hometown: Brooklyn, New York Alignment: +2 Entrance Music: "Get The Fuck Up!" by Yelawolf Entrance Description:
"Get The Fuck Up!" by Yelawolf comes on. Spirit Z jogs out to the stage, and throws his arms in the air for everyone to stand up. As they all stand up, he walks towards the ring. He shakes a few hands a long the way. He then gets to the steps. He walks up the steps, brushes his feet off the apron (out of respect). He then grabs the ropes and jumps over it landing in the ring. He then goes to the turnbuckle to get ready for the match.Physical Appearance: CM Punk Ring Attire:  Gimmick: Not really much of a gimmick. Just a wrassler. Personality: Down to earth guy, but still has evil pride in his heart hidden. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character: 1. Charisma 2. High Flying Moves 3. Speed List up to three weaknesses of your character: 1. Right Arm 2. Taking heavy chest bumps at extreme levels 3. Temper Biography: Making a eWiki soon. Wrestling Style: Technical. Finishers 1. Z-Faced (Shining Wizard) 2. Spirit Slam (Standing moonsault side slam) Signature Moves 001: Moonsault 002: Rolling Fireman's Carry Slam 003: Roundhouse Kick Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves. 001: Bridging Dragon Suplex 002: Diving Knee Drop 003: European Uppercut 004: Frog Splash 005: Hammerlock DDT 006: Frankenstein 007: Flying Clothesline 008: Firemans Carry Slam 009: Sleeperhold 010: Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 4, 2013 21:36:28 GMT -6
Personal Information
Name: Gregory
Email: gnicholson1856@gmail.com
Previous E-Wrestling Experience: 12, almost 13 years?
Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): gnich62 on AIM/Y!/Skype
Character Info
Name: Dan Stein
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 215lbs
Hometown: Las Vegas, NV
Alignment: +2. Stein is a natural heel but has a soft spot for EXODUS, and has been working with Jerry Matthews to give him a soft face bump.
Entrance Music: “The Touch” by Stan Bush
Entrance Description: Please put this in ["code"] tags; this makes it easier to insert your stock entrance into our shows. Referring to our promotional information, we do not have large production values; this should give you a good idea of what our stage looks like.
[center][b]YOU’VE GOT THE TOUCH! YOU’VE GOT THE POWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR! YEAH![/b][/center]
“The Touch” by Stan Bush plays in the RIMAC Arena, causing the fans to jump to their feet! Dan Stein walks out from the back with Molly, his assistant, next to him. Many of the fans cheer for the blonde haired, blue eyed hunk. Stein wears a white, baby blue and hot pink hoodie vest as well as his traditional white wrestling tights, with hot pink “DAN STEIN” down the left leg and baby blue “THE GOLDEN BOY” lettering, both outlined in gold, and baby blue wrestling boots. As Stein walks down the ramp, he slaps hands with a few of the EXODUS Pro fans. As he quickly makes his way up the stairs, Stein stops at the very top step, looking out at the fans with one of his trademark smirks.
Dan walks to the middle of the ring apron and turns himself around so his back is to the ring before kicking his left leg up and between the top and middle rope, sliding into the ring bending backwards. Stein spins himself through the ring, whipping the hood back. As Stein slows his spin and the music begins to fade, Stein whips off of his vest and throws it out of the ring at Molly. Stein turns around, preparing for his match!
Physical Appearance: Stein looks eerily similar to Nick Auger, fitness model.
Ring Attire: Stein wears a white, baby blue and hot pink hoodie vest as well as his traditional white wrestling tights, with hot pink “DAN STEIN” down the left leg and baby blue “THE GOLDEN BOY” lettering, both outlined in gold, and baby blue wrestling boots.
Gimmick: Over-zealous Athlete
Personality: Stein’s goal in EXODUS is to prove that he is one of the best athletes on the planet. Dan knows that he’s one of the most attractive men on the roster as he’s been in several popular Calvin Klein underwear spreads and has women flocking to him, but in EXODUS, Stein is all about the competition. Rather than run from a fight, Stein might look to initiate contact in the ring. Stein has always claimed he’s the best, now is his chance to prove it.
List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:
1. Stamina – Stein’s stamina comes from his days of swimming and playing soccer for his high school teams. Dan still incorporates swimming into his training regimen.
2. Technical Prowess – Stein was lucky to be trained by one of the best technical wrestlers in the world in Cade Sydal from day one, so all of these fly-by-night schools never had a chance with him.
3. All American Good Looks – While they not help him in the ring, Stein’s looks get him damn near everything he wants, which makes for an always entertaining promo.
List up to three weaknesses of your character:
1. Brash – Stein won’t be afraid to showboat, setting himself up for failure. You can expect to see an opponent get up from a devastating move if Stein decides to celebrate with the fans just a second too long.
2. Superbia – Stein suffers from many of the Seven Deadly Sins, but pride is definitely his worst. Stein might find himself in a test of strength with a much larger man, or a battle of speed with a much smaller man, and may come out on the losing side more often than not, rather than sticking to his own strengths.
3. Lust/Gluttony – Whether it’s greatness in the ring, or women outside of it, everything Dan does is because he wants more of the successes he’s already tasted. You might find Stein out on the town the night before a big match, or you could see him getting into a battle with someone he knows has his number just to have another taste of that sweet, sweet glory.
Biography:
Wrestling Style: “Fighter Pilot” – Stein has ground training in BJJ, but can usually be found in the skies above the ring
Finishers
1. #Twitterbation (pronounced “hashtag twitterbation”)– Styles Clash
2. Lights Out – Springboard Enziguri
3. American Key Lock
Signature Moves
1. Steinarana (Hurricanrana)
2. Running Knee (specifically after an Irish Whip)
Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves.
1. Arm Drag
2. Arm Breaker
3. Atomic Drop
4. Sling Shot/Back Breaker
5. Bulldog
6. Chest Chops (usually with showboating between chops)
7. Drop Kick (sometimes to the knees)
8. Drop Toe Hold
9. Forearm Smash
10. Hip Toss
11. Irish Whip
12. Cartwheel Heel Kick
13. Monkey Flip
14. Senton (opponent standing)
15. Foot Stomp
16. Elbow Drop
17. Leg Drop
18. Moonsault
19. Big splash
20. Top Rope Leg Drop
21. Imploding/450 Splash
22. Shooting Star Press
23. Cross Body
24. Double Axe Handle Smash
25. Diving Bulldog
26. Sunset flip
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 4, 2013 21:36:02 GMT -6
Personal InformationName: Jay Winger (aka Jay 2K) Email: jay_winger_2k@hotmail.com Previous E-Wrestling Experience: Lots Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): (MSN) jay_winger_2k@hotmail.com; (AIM) Jay 2K Winger Character InfoName: Vengado (II) Height: 6'3" Weight: 245 pounds Hailing Location: San Venganza Alignment: +1 -- Vengado is a face only in the sense that he fights what he perceives as imbalance between good and evil. He fights heels because he disapproves of the things they do, or the way in which they do them. He often uses violent methods, however. Entrance Music: "Engel" by Rammstein Entrance Description: Please put this in ["code"] tags; this makes it easier to insert your stock entrance into our shows. Referring to our promotional information, we do not have large production values; this should give you a good idea of what our stage looks like. The lights go out in the building as the opening whistle of Rammstein's "Engel" fills the air.
The song continues as dim lights start to rise in the venue, until the drums kick in. A solitary spotlight picks out Vengado as he appears on the stage. He makes his way down the ramp slowly as the guitars play.
[center][i][color=darkcyan]Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden
wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden
den Blick gen Himmel fragst du dann
warum man sie nicht sehen kann.[/i][/color][/center]
He makes his circuit of the floor around the ring as the lyrics play, his masked gaze sweeping over the building and all the people in it, only climbing onto the apron as the chorus begins.
[center][i][color=seagreen]Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am Himmel sehn
wir haben Angst und sind allein[/color][/center][/i]
Now perched on the ropes and turnbuckle, Vengado flips his hood back for the last line of the chorus:
[center][color=darkcyan]Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein[/color][/i][/center]
As the interlude plays, the whistling filling the air again, he removes his long leather coat and tosses it aside, turning to face the ring, his fists ready.Physical Appearance: [Super Dragon] Vengado is highly protective of his identity and is never seen without his mask or some other means to obscure his face. He is somewhat tall and well-built. Ring Attire: As befitting his "dark vigilante" nature, Vengado's attire tends toward the black. He wears long pants with jagged patterns up the legs, two-colored with silver and one other color, which varies. Black boots and athletic tape, and a long-sleeved top with a draconic logo in front, in matching colors to the rest of his attire. Concluding all of this is a lucha mask (in matching colors to the rest of his outfit) evoking a dragon, completely covering his face. When coming to the ring, this is augmented with a long, hooded ring jacket, black with another draconic logo across the back. Gimmick: Dark vigilante fighter Personality: A conflicted man, Vengado despises the villainy he sees running rampant in the world and is driven to try to stop it. The methods he uses to fight these injustices, however, are often violent ones, which sickens him. He justifies it in his mind as "doing what he has to do," but hopes to one day be able to finally step back and stop fighting. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character: 1. Savvy Fighter - Vengado is well aware of traditional heel tactics and often those unique to his opponents, and actively works to counter them. 2. Refusal to Quit - Vengado Will. Not. Stop. Even when outnumbered or outmatched, he will go down fighting and will sooner pass out than quit or be seen to submit. 3. From Out of Nowhere - Vengado picks his moments. Whether this is to make an appearance at the venue, or to deliver a crippling blow in the midst of an opponent's onslaught, Vengado is almost ninja-like in his ability to pull this off. List up to three weaknesses of your character:1. Slow to Trust - Vengado has a low opinion of most people, and is slow to truly place his trust in anyone except himself. This often drives him to push people away, even if they genuinely are trying to help. As a result, he has very few friends. 2. Never Compromise - Vengado is stubborn and often refuses to compromise his standards, even when it might be in his best interest. 3. Past History - Due to the actions of Victor Bravis, not many people trust Vengado in kind, tending to believe that this new Vengado is either Bravis again, or someone else looking to make a name for themselves. Biography: The name "Vengado" first materialized in Southern California indie feds, with a couple of brief Japanese tours, but his appearances were sporadic, until he appeared in Epic Wrestling Organization, during its "Era 5" under NOVA LLC's management. Vengado became a prominent figure in the company within his first two months, but after winning the eWo World Championship at "The Crowning," he unmasked to reveal his identity as Victor Bravis, "The Man Who Killed eWo" from Era 4. Bravis has gone underground again since eWo's closure, but someone else, someone new, has donned the mask of the "Dragon of Vengeance." Bravis insists it isn't him-- and this new Vengado looks to have resumed the crusade that the old once undertook. Using the same uncompromising brutality and the same mindset, the new Vengado is out to change the course of wrestling by any means necessary. Wrestling Style: Stay Down Striking - Vengado doesn't fuck around. He just hits you as hard as he can as often as he can until you stop moving. Finishers1. Devil Smash - Electric chair driver (Rubix Cube) [ VIDEO] 2. La Venganza - Step-over toe-hold cravate hold (Hangman's Clutch) [ VIDEO] Signature Moves1. Punisher Elbow - Flapjack elbow smash [ VIDEO] 2. Knee 2 Face - Hiptoss into knee strike (Henkei Knee Upper) [ VIDEO] 3. Wheel of Fate - Corner waterwheel slam [ VIDEO] Regular Moves[1] Various elbow strikes [2] Various kick strikes [3] European uppercut [4] Half-hatch suplex [5] Snap suplex [6] Twisting brainbuster [7] DDT [8] Dropkick [9] Superkick [10] Kneeling / seated superkick [11] Hangman's neckbreaker [12] Seated blockbuster [13] Running knee strike [14] Belly-to-belly suplex [15] Backdrop suplex [16] Double-stomp [17] Uranage suplex [18] Roaring elbow [19] Cravate suplex [20] Bridging arm triangle choke [21] Bridging cobra clutch hold [22] Fireman's carry neckbreaker [23] Lifting inverted DDT [24] STF [25] Lariat
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