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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 4, 2013 21:35:20 GMT -6
Personal Information
Name: Zach
Email: PM's are the boards are easier to get in touch with me. If you need this, will be happy to give in private.
Previous E-Wrestling Experience: 17 years.
Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): I don't really use any of these.
Character Info
Name: "Money Driven" Sebastian Cross
Height: 6'4
Weight: 225 lbs.
Hometown: Represents Los Angeles, California...original hometown unknown.
Alignment: -5
Cross refuses to acknowledge exactly where he grew up but has hinted strongly that his upbringing wasn't full of joyous memories. He didn't come from a lot of money and now that he's stumbled upon a fortune, he's made it his life's ambition to humiliate any and every opponent to make them feel even the slightest bit of embarrassment he suffered as a child. He often defers to his much, much larger bodyguard, "Crimson" Joe Reed, to do the majority of his bidding.
Entrance Music: "The Big Money" by Rush
Entrance Description: [Will Add ASAP]
Physical Appearance: Cross usually carries himself in the finest of clothes; to be found in any other way would be an extremely compromising position in his opinion. Otherwise, he's fairly thin, almost gangly. He has shoulder length long blonde hair with a scruffy face - a menacing look aspiring to invoke fear in to his opponents.
Ring Attire: Cross wears black tights, white kneepads, and black boots. The words "Money Driven" shimmers on gold across his backside.
Gimmick: Rich snob/arrogant coward.
Personality: Cross turns his nose up and just about everyone he comes in to contact with. He usually turns to his large fortune and ample security force to bully those in to getting his way.
List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:
1. He's always surrounding himself with a security detail that will do his bidding if need be. He often uses them to shield himself from potential damage.
2. He came from nothing and stumbled upon a great fortune. He's learned the lesson of perseverance and will stop at nothing to get ahead.
3. Due to his large bank account, he's hired the best technical trainers in the entire world. Therefore, Cross is an accomplished in-ring performer.
List up to three weaknesses of your character:
1. His arrogance often turns people away. He rarely has an intimate connection with anyone.
2. The slightest faint memory of the past sends his present world in to a tailspin. One image that reminds him of his secretive childhood forces him to crumble in an instant.
3. He's physically weak - which is attributed to his tendency to pay others to do his heavy lifting.
Biography: Not much is known about Cross other than his tremendous worth. He was down on his luck until he caught lightning in a bottle, winning two of the largest lotteries in Illinois state history, and becoming one of the richest men walking the Earth. His childhood was riddled with bullies and those taking advantage of his less than stellar situation in life, and Cross has aspirations of making everyone he comes in to contact with know that he won't take being made fun of lightly, something he couldn't do growing up. His hired mercenary, "Crimson" Joe Reed, is his only trusted ally, and is known to defend Klinsgworth without fail.
Wrestling Style: Technical
Finishers
1. "The Stock Market Crash" (Razor's Edge to Sitout Powerbomb)
2. "The Winning Ticket" (Texas Cloverleaf)
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Signature Moves
1. "The Butler Did It" - Cross slides a $50 out of his tights, shoving it down the throat of his opponent, and attempting to choke them out ala "The Mandible Claw"
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Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves.
1. Boston Crab
2. Belly to Belly Suplex
3. German Suplex
4. Abdominal Stretch
5. Double Stomp
6. Stalling Brainbuster
7. Figure-Four Leglock
8. Elbow drop from the middle turnbuckle
9. Spinning Side Suplex
10. Tree of Woe
11. Double-underhook DDT
12. STF
13. Crippler Crossface
14. Stand-me Dropkick
15. Suicide Dive
16. Diving Elbow Drop
17. Surfboard (On smaller opponents)
18. Moonsault
19. Split-legged moonsault
20. Perfect-Plex
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 4, 2013 21:34:38 GMT -6
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Name: Geese/Michael Callahan Email: It's in my profile. Previous E-Wrestling Experience: 7 years a writer baby, WOOHOO! Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): PM me for them. Character InfoName: Angry Pete Height: 6'2 Weight: 230lbs Hometown: Fruit Bat, New Hampshire (by way of San Bernadino, California) Alignment: +5 Ultra-Over Face Entrance Music: "Black Betty" by SpiderbaitEntrance Description: [center][B][U]][color=yellow]PISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!![/color][/U][/B]
A moment of deafening silence.
Then, music, lights, and a titantron of Angry Pete signal his arrival. The brain dead dynamo stomps out of the curtains to "Black Betty" by Spiderbait in his wrestling shorts and his smiley face t-shirt to thunderous roars from the fans. Throwing rock horns in the air, Angry Pete yells “ICE CREAM COKE FLOAAAAAAAT!”, rolls a cart wheel then sprints banzai charge style to the ring clutching an invisible sword.
Announcer: And from Fruit Bat, New Hampshire, weighing in at 230lbs... ANGRYYYYYYYYYY PETEEEEEEEEEEEE!
He slides underneath the bottom rope, charges the nearest turnbuckle and roars at the fans who roar right back at him before taking his position in the corner, blinking rapidly and twitching.Physical Appearance:Angry Pete is a scruffy, unclean Caucasian degenerate with straggly long hair, a thick, matted beard, chest hair and empty hazel eyes that show nothing but indescribable horrors. Every inch of his body is racked with cuts, burns and scars from years of street living and he has a few teeth missing. Looks somewhere between a young Charles Manson and current Daniel Bryan. Ring Attire:Wrestling shorts the same mint green as a surgeon's scrubs with a white circle and red cross on the ass and a big yellow smiley face on the front. Gimmick:Friendly Rambling Nutcase. Y'know those guys in your local town who you cross the street to avoid, dressed to the nines in Salvation Army clothes as they mutter to themselves about something awful that happened to them that not even they know is real or not? That's Angry Pete, only instead of being bitter and vengeful like those guys he's pretty friendly when people interact with him. Personality:If you look at personality as two crossing parameters of being pleasant and well meaning against vicious and sociopathic and completely incomprehensible against mastermind then Angry Pete despite his title is somewhere in the nice but dim category. He's somewhat child like in the sense that he enjoys things like eating ice cream and running around in circles but at the same time he also likes pretty girls and yelling at things and doesn't have all the aspects of childlike immaturity. If he spoke coherent English rather than in gibberish and non sequiturs, he'd come across as being a determined and angry man-child who is passionate about his goals but instead he's non-sensical. Generally he is friendly and polite but very few people understand him and are thus wary of him. Despite that, he seems to reasonably understand other people and knows if people are being polite and nice or whether to get angry at someone because they're laughing at him or trashing him. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:1. Angry Pete is immensely over with the fans because he's completely nuts and will say and do anything that comes to his mind. His ramblings and yellings almost instantly become catch phrases and as a compulsive attention seeker, he'll feed off the energy of a stadium full of people chanting “PISS!” to power him to the victory. 2. As a former homeless person and someone who has had his fair share of fights with strangers who laugh at him, Angry Pete is a tough case to crack and will take a severe beating before he concedes the loss. Arguably his biggest asset is him being almost impervious to pain. 3. The Wild Card element. Being completely insane, Angry Pete will do just about anything that comes to his warped little mind to achieve victory and as such nobody can ever guess whether Pete will come at you with a headlock or drop a brick on your nutsack. List up to three weaknesses of your character:
1. He is an insane, rambling fool who has absolutely no concept of the consequence of his actions. He will perform dare-devil stunts and death defying moves and just as much as they might be effective, they're just as likely to screw him over and cost him the match. When his mind is set on something, he'll do anything to achieve it because he doesn't see the risk of injury that awaits him. 2. He is quite prone to fancy and although he can be very focused in beating someone up, he can just as easily lose that because of an opponent's pretty manager blowing him a kiss and a smile. Similarly, he might even just lose by count-out because mid-match he decides to just wander off and go for a bathroom break or to do something else because he's wrestling. 3. He has no control over his own feelings and at any moment the right trigger can make him cry, fly off the handle, or try to hug his opponent. He can't be predicted. Biography:Nobody knows what trauma Peter “Angry Pete” Nordberg suffered in his pre-wrestling years but it will pale in comparison to what he'll inflict now that he's been discovered by wrestling's most despicable agent Geese Howard. A horrendous manatee looking creature in a cheap suit with connections deep into the LA underworld and to the Z-listers in cinema, Geese has taken this mentally stunted man he found fighting for quarters on the backstreets of Venice Beach and turned him into a wrestling prodigy. Now at Exodus, Angry Pete looks to accomplish whatever daily objective tickles his tiny mind while Geese Howard tries to shepherd Pete's raw fighting potential towards the top of the wrestling mountain. Wrestling Style:Unpredictable brawler who likes to bring in weapons even when it's not appropriate and steal opponents moves. He's a massive fan favourite who will mount big comebacks and channel the momentum into a victory. Finishers1. Lobotomy (Misawa Discus Elbow) 2. N/A 3. N/A Signature Moves1. Fury Mode ENGAGE (Angry Pete hypes himself up to furious levels and hits a stinger splash to a cornered opponent) 2. Rabid Dog (Suicide Dive through the ropes and pummelling) 3. Wendy's Best Burger (Drago Suplex) Regular Moves1. Knife Edge Chop 2. Dropkick 3. Rabid punching and kicking to down an opponent 4. Roaring Clothesline 5. Stalling Suplex 6. Dragon Sleeper & Palm Strikes 7. Flying knee to the head 8. Backbreaker 9. Sidewalk Slam 10. German Suplex
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 4, 2013 21:33:44 GMT -6
Personal Information
Name: J.R. Brown Email: james.brown80@att.netPrevious E-Wrestling Experience: 11 Years as a handler; 4 years as a fed head; 3 years as an e-wrestling columnist Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): AIM: james.brown80@att.net; Skype - phoenixpubjamesCharacter Info
Name: Jaime Alejandro Height: 6’ 4” Weight: 275 lbs. Hometown: San Antonio, Texas Alignment:+2 – Jaime’s sense of honor puts him a bit above the tweener level of the spectrum. In a way, he’s never a full on heel, as he believes in fighting fire with fire. Yet, his years of experience give him the flexibility to do so. When it comes to a face/heel matchup, he’ll take the mantle of the gray hat and deal the heel a huge defeat. Entrance Music: “Good Man” by Devour the Day Entrance Description:The arena goes dark for a second, as the video starts up we hear Devour the Day’s “Good Man” crank up.
[i] 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[/i]
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.
[i] 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!!![/i]
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 match to begin.
Physical Appearance:  The man known as Alejandro Fernandez. Ring Attire: Shirtless, wears a pair of loose white capoeira styled pants with blue flames coming up the leg from the feet. Wears blue kickpads over his feet. Gimmick: Jaime is a longtime veteran of the wrestling business, with 11 years in practice. He’s also a former Green Beret, serving in the 5th Special Forces. In a nutshell, he’s an honorable hardass. Personality: Jaime is the world warrior, to be honest. He has been around the world whether through the Army or in the sport of wrestling. As such, he’s a bit grumpy in the vein of Jun Akiyama. He takes no quarter from people that are disrespectful, nor will he give any. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:
1. Intelligence – As a former soldier, Jaime is very educated in how he can fight off an opponent. He’s going to take a methodical way of attacking his opponent. As such, he can pull out the unpredictable move that the opponent will not see coming.
2. Strength – A lifetime of constant training and conditioning have provided Jaime with a dynamic physique and the strength to overpower the opponent.
3. Never Say Die – Jaime always goes into the match knowing that every dog has its day. After taking on people that have literally tried to cripple him, he has developed a hard-nosed mentality of not giving up the fight.
List up to three weaknesses of your character:1. Anger – Before the coma he was placed in medically, Jaime had an uncontrollable temper that was almost unbearable to put up with. After waking up, he has an even larger chip on his shoulder. If an opponent is especially arrogant, Jaime will go out of his way, at times, to try to cripple him/her.
2. The Coma – Jaime is literally missing six months of his life, due to the necessity to put him in a medical coma due to injuries sustained in SHOOT Project. As such, this will give him nightmares. Also, he will have moments of hesitation at pivotal times
3. Trust – Jaime is not a man who can easily trust anyone. This won’t matter, face or heel, as he’s felt burned by too many people in his life. Even if someone has the best of intentions, Jaime will not believe anyone without concrete proof…
Biography: Jaime Alejandro is a second generation wrestler, born to the masked man named Hawkeye. As a kid who grew up around wrestling, he knew this would be the business he would go into. After he graduated from high school, he elected to enlist in the U.S. Army as an infantry man going onto the path for the Green Berets. After his training in all infantry skills, he went through the training with other candidates. As the literal 3 out of 100, he made his living as a Weapons Sergeant. Yet, a gunshot sustained to his thigh ended his active military career. While in recovery, he ended up taking up college courses during his remaining time in the military to finish up his contract. He finished up his classes with the University of Texas, earning a Rhodes scholarship for the opportunity to study with the University of Oxford for his Master’s degree. When he got back to moving around and recovered, he began training under the notorious Alan Frost of the Scrapyards. The man who trained his younger cousin, Vin Yun Chang. Alan decided to teach the former Soldier a more modified style of the Japanese Strong Style, due to his previous Lucha Libre styling taught to him by his late father. Alan taught him how to use his almost unnatural strength to his advantage. As such, he sent him out into the world as a wrestler. Jaime has been in NWC: Atlantic and NWC: South, as a jobber, mainly. He learned in that part of his life that not everyone in wrestling is what they seem to be. As he took those lessons with him to the NAFW, he began to see success as their two time Intercontinental Champion and one time Heavyweight Champion, but his drug and alcohol abuse came to a turning point. He decided to leave wrestling for a year. He came back to the NAFW for one last gasp. But the company was running on empty. At this point, he left and went to SHOOT Project, where he saw some success as their inaugural Sin City Champion. He also saw his legend grow there as a two time Iron Fist Champion. His battles with the giant, Isaac Entragian, also saw him pay a tremendous cost, as he was too injured to truly stop the attack that placed him in a coma for six months. Taken out by his ex-girlfriend, Laura Seton, Jaime was placed in a coma in hopes of a full recovery. After six months, he was placed into therapy for another six months to recover his strength and faculties. He comes back after his recovery to an uncertain future in SHOOT Project and in Exodus Pro's Honor Cup. Wrestling Style: Ghetto Strong Style (Americanized Strong Style) Finishers
1. Sancti - Dominator into a knee lift to the head 2. Straight to Hades - Angle slam carried over into a reverse fallaway slam 3. Tranquility – Romero Special into a trapped Dragon Sleeper Signature Moves1. Hydra-plex - Dragon Suplex into a King Buster into a Tiger Suplex into a Straight Jacket Suplex into a German Suplex 2. Crackerjack Kick - Martinete di Negativa (Kick delivered from crouching postion to the face.) 3. Air Assault - Diving Clothesline to opponent slumped in corner. Regular Moves: You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves. 1. Clothesline 2. Roundhouse Kick 3. Rolling Knee Bar 4. Boxing Style Punches 5. Muay Thai kicks 6. Hip Toss 7. Leg Sweep 8. Russian Leg Sweep 9. Chops 10. Drop Kick 11. Lou Thesz Press 12. Palm strikes 13. Suplex 14. Elbow Drop 15. Misdirection power slam 16. STO 17. Calf Crusher 18. STF 19. Cross arm-breaker 20. Shining Black 21. Yakuza Kick 22. Enzuigiri 23. Forearm smash 24. Shoulder block 25. Drop Toe Hold
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 4, 2013 21:33:22 GMT -6
Personal InformationName: SPIROOOOOOOOOOO Email: COME ON Previous E-Wrestling Experience: COME OOOOOON Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): COOOOOOME OOOOOOOOON Character InfoName: Brett Sands Height: 6'5 Weight: 267 pounds Hometown: Cincinnati, OH Alignment: -4 Entrance Music: "In The City" by Kevin Rudolf Entrance Description: "In The City" by Kevin Rudolf begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience immediately begins to boo. Brett Sands steps through the curtain, a smirk on his face as he stands at the top of the stage and stares out into the audience. Wearing his dark green trunks and a dark green sweater, he raises his hands high up in the air as gold pyro sprinkles down (almost like Orton's) before stepping forward and making his way to the ring.
[INTRO HERE]
As he makes his way down the ramp, Brett just looks at the audience and signs along with the song, mostly the part where Rudolf says "give it all up for me" and pointing at himself. Once ringside, Brett slowly (and with cockiness) walks around the ring before going up the steel steps and entering the ring. He removes his jacket and tosses it at the nearby worker before standing in the center of the ring. While at the center, he slowly moves around in a circle, "basking in his glory", before heading to his designated corner.
Physical Appearance: Short sandy blonde hair that is spiked up. Well built and little to no facial hair. (See Alan Ritchson below)  Ring Attire: Dark green biker short wrestling trunks, similar to those of Briley Pierce's. Black wrist tape, black wrestling boots. Gimmick: The Justice Fighter gimmick is a bunch of bullshit. It's a complete lie and Brett knows it as well. It's just his excuse for being able to attack faces like Sylar Drake and Blake Jones. Brett's real gimmick is that he's a self-centered asshole who only cares about hurting others while climbing the top of the mountain. Personality: Self-centered, somewhat narcissistic, doesn't believe in love at all due to his past, cold hearted. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:1. Strength: Sands can go toe-to-toe with the biggest and baddest. 2. Mind games: Sands loves messing around with his opponents, especially if they are smaller than him. 3. Stamina: Sands is a weird one. Despite his big size, he can move and can take a lot of shots. List up to three weaknesses of your character:1. Gets carried away: Will DQ himself if pushed enough to do it. 2. Overconfident: Usually costs him the match. Biography: SOON Wrestling Style: Brawler with mat wrestling skills Finishers1. "Dream Killer" (F-5) 2. "Dream Crusher" (Argentine Backbreaker) Signature Moves1. "Decapitation" (Powerbomb into corner before hitting a discus lariat) 2. "Sandspear" (Roman Reigns Spear) 3. "Ride of Pain" (Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker) 4. "Sands Combo" (Repeated headbutts, rights, and lefts to a cornered opponent) Regular Moves1. Spinebuster 2. Big Boot 3. Bear Hug 4. Ankle Lock 5. European Uppercut 6. Big Swing 7. Half Nelson Slam 8. Discus Lariat 9. Lariat Takedown 10. Top Rope Lariat 11. Three Point Stance Clothesline 12. Discus Back Elbow 13. Battering Ram 14. Heart Punch 15. Belly-to-belly suplex 16. Belly-to-back suplex 17. Northern Lights suplex 18. Sitout spinning side slam 19. Package Piledriver 20. Superman Punch
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 23:29:34 GMT -6
After the main event and copyright, we go backstage as a forlorn Darrin Stearns and Nicholas Gray look at one another in front of the door to Nicholas' office.
Darrin Stearns: Nick, I can fill in for a couple of shows, give me a shot.
Nicholas Gray: It's not that I don't think you can do it, Darrin, I just...I want to shake things up a bit and see what this guy can do for a couple of weeks. Besides, let's not kid ourselves...Jon needs to be ready to do what HE needs to do when he comes back.
Darrin Stearns: But...what about everything?
Nicholas Gray: Well, here's hoping he makes it up to us. Ready to meet him?
Darrin Stearns: Let's do this. Let's meet Jon's temporary replacement as Director.
The two open the door and there's the replacement. He's smiling.
He's arrogant.
He's blond.
Nicholas Gray: So let's see how you can help.
The camera peeks in and realizes the Acting Director of EXODUS Pro...
........is Christian Kane.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 14:11:56 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, with a graphic revealing next week's main event! It's Honor Cup action from Block D, as Chandler Scott meets Andreas Lasiewicz! We cut back to Dick & Seth as we recover from that huge news! Dick Morosi: What a huge main event! In his second ever EXODUS Pro match, Chandler Scott goes one on one with Andreas Lasiewicz! Seth Ericson: They're getting the Godfathers of Wrestling dream matches out of the way early, and we'll see what sort of mood "The Silver Eagle" is in after losing the Tag Titles to Steve Lenton and Wulf Erikssen tonight. Dick Morosi: It could be interesting indeed. But now it's time for our MAIN EVENT! It's non-title action as Zero McHannon meets Jerry Matthews...next! Before we can get to the main event, "March of Mephisto" by Kamelot starts to play, and the crowd starts to stand, Chris Strike coming out from the back as he comes down to the ringside area to take a seat with Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike, it's a pleasure to see you tonight! Chris Strike: It's my pleasure, gentlemen. I figured I'd catch some of the action up close and personal. Tonight's been a big night for both these guys, I wanted to see how they handle it. As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly. David Zinkus: From Redemption, Alabama...weighing in at 275 pounds and accompanied by Deacon Jeremiah...he is "The Evangelist" Jerrrrrrrrry Maaaaaaaatthewsssss! Dick Morosi: Chris, you've been in the ring with both these guys, but tell us how it was to face Jerry Matthews. Chris Strike: Not easy, if I can be honest. Jerry's a tough competitor, and you have to think he's looking to make a statement at the expense of the new world champ. Seth Ericson: Or even you, Chris. He's not looking pleased you're here. Jerry Matthews, indeed, is shooting a glare at Strike, who only leans back and smiles, putting his feet up on the commentary table, showing that he's getting comfortable. Meanwhile, someone else is coming... "One more time and you'll be dead
At least I think that's what they said. Or...
Forty days won't break a man
It was a bullet in his head. Yeah...' The lights go very dim and a spotlight begins to survey the audience as the crowd explodes with cheers for their World Champion. The music pauses for just a moment as the crowd begins to quiet down some, waiting for Zero to reveal himself from behind the curtains. "There's something in the,
Something in the way you were
The pain, so wrong my friend.
Revolution... Revolution Man
Imagine all the people." A blast of sparks go off in front of the curtains and down the ramp with a loud burst. The guitar and drums begin to start going into a faster paced rhythm. Beeno is the first one to rise from the sparks with his hands in the air, walking to the left side of the stage. He was bobbing his hands to the music and pointing to the crowd as Zero McHannon emerges from behind the curtains screaming at the top of his lungs, holding his hands up, eyes shut, but can't be heard over the crowd going crazy.
"LISTEN WHILE I LOAD MY GUN!!
He said to me
SOMETHING 'BOUT A CHOSEN ONE!!
It's comin' back to me...
WATCH HIM WHILE I TASTE THE SUN!!
He said to me
SOMETHING 'BOUT A CHOSEN ONE!!
You'll never be..."
Zero has the belt tightly locked around his waist, walking down the ramp. Beeno is already ahead of him with a sprint and diving on the mat, sliding into the middle. The Chosen One is reaching out for some handshakes from the fans before he reaches the bottom, tenses up, and yells at the top of his lungs one more time. This gets the people off their feet as they drown him out again, making sure their champion know they have his support. David Zinkus: And his opponent...HE IS THE EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION! From Miami, Florida, weighing in at 235 pounds...HE IS THE CHOSEN ONE, ZEROOOOOOOOOO MCHANNON! In the midst of all this, Zero hops onto the apron and over the top rope into the ring, pointing to the crowd as he slowly walks around the canvas. Zero takes his shirt off and throws it into the crowd. He takes the belt off his waist and hands it over into Beeno's hands for him to look over while Zero's eyes never leave his opponent. Dick Morosi: The crowd has changed their tune quite a bit for Zero McHannon the past few weeks! Seth Ericson: It's the ultimate redemption story, Dick. He's a guy that's gone from a man who couldn't stand the fans to a guy who knows they're in his corner...and he knows he's on a collision course with Chris Strike. Chris Strike: He's a hell of a talent, clearly. We'll see who the better man is in eight weeks. Zero stands in the middle ring and motions for Gambino to bring his title back. He then takes a look over to one of the workers on the outside and asked them for a microphone. They oblige him with one and Zero takes a few steps around the ring before speaking to the crowd. Zero McHannon: Well, we have ourselves a little situation here. Don’t we? Listen Jerry, I know you’re really pissed off about the way things have been going lately. I know you think you have something to prove, but you’re seriously going too far. I wanted this match with you tonight because I thought you deserved it. If I would have known you were going to act this way because a few things didn’t go your way recently, I would never have praised you like I’ve been doing. He turns to the fans, licks his lips, and raises the mic slowly back up to his face. Zero McHannon: You break Jonathan Collins' hand? Well, don’t be surprised when I break your face tonight. The crowd starts going crazy and showing their support for the World Champion as Zero looks around the arena with a slight smile on his face. Zero McHannon: I thought you DESERVED this. I thought you could, for once, put everything else to the side and concentrate on your real goal tonight… Facing me. The EXODUS World Champion. The man, that if you beat, would give you more leverage than anyone else on this roster. You could put them all to shame and shut them up in one night. Instead, you want to act like a spoiled brat and take your anger out on everyone who has absolutely nothing to do with our match. OUR MATCH! Gambino just nods his head in agreement with his client, keeping his distance, and making sure there isn’t going to be any funny business. Zero McHannon: If you want the truth, this isn’t even all about Jonathan. I respect the guy and I realized that I was a stubborn idiot. The last thing I wanted to do was wage a war that I didn’t deem fit anymore. You can say whatever you like about how I got this title, but nothing you say can change the FACT that I’m the one holding it here tonight. A brief moment of silence as Zero collects his thoughts and ponders on where to take this. Zero McHannon: You want a shot at this gold? You want to prove yourself? You want a chance to be in my shoes? All you have to do now is be man enough to accept the offer I’m about to present to you. He took a few steps toward Jerry and raises the title above both of their heads. Zero McHannon: I don’t feel right that I’m the only champion tonight that isn’t defending his belt. What makes me so lucky that I get a free pass while everyone else is defending theirs? Nothing. I’m not special. I don’t deserve a free pass and I sure as hell don’t like that I’m not giving someone a chance to fight for my title along with the other champions tonight. You deserve a shot, right? You’re the one who has been facing some of the hardest competition every show. I won’t deny you the chance to make something out of yourself like I’ve done managed to accomplish. YOU deserve a shot at this title, my friend. Zero holds out the title in front of his opponent. Zero McHannon: You. Me. EXODUS World Championship match. I have NO problem making this happen right now. You think Jonathan didn't give you an opportunity? Here's one. This is a title match. Now beat me if you can. The good Reverend looks the World Champion up and down, before motioning to David Zinkus, who reluctantly hands over his mic to the man who incapacitated his boss earlier in the night. Jerry Matthews: Zero, Zero, Zero…always in search of glory. Even you can’t deny that that part of you hasn’t changed, even after all this time. And you’re still similarly deluded for even doubting for a second that I don’t DESERVE a World title shot. The crowd boos at this bold claim. Jerry lets them soak in before continuing. Jerry Matthews: ...And the same goes for any notion that my rampage is based on a mere losing streak. Since Endgame, no other member of the roster has suffered more than I. One of the most historic title reigns in this company’s history ended after a decision was unjustly reversed. Then, I was unjustly suspended for merely firing a return volley. And, finally, an old enemy returns from under the woodwork, distracting me during the biggest match of my EXODUS Pro career, before I nearly lose vision in both eyes due to the black mist that harpy Fiona Rourke utilized. What happened earlier tonight is just me evening the score. Collins got what was coming to him, plain and simple. Another round of boos comes from the crowd. This time, however, Jerry ignores them and his voice picks up a few decibels in intensity. Jerry Matthews: His reign of tyranny has gone on for too long. And look at all of those who have suffered as a result. Papa Arino was left lying. His precious fiancee nearly lost the ability to walk, and he prevented his daughter from being welcomed with open arms into the Lord’s flock. I’m merely trying to rid EXODUS Pro of this plague, and tonight, I may have finally succeeded after all those months of struggle. The vaccine of salvation has been injected right into this promotion’s arm, praise be to God. But, unfortunately for you, Zero, my thirst for blood has yet to be quenched. And who better of a target than you. A new disciple of my biggest enemy, and just like all the others, you sold your soul for the betterment of your career. The Lord has demanded me to make a sacrifice, and Jonathan Collins’ wrist wasn’t even close to what I had in mind. Because, after tonight, I’ll be glad to place your head on a pike, and hold it high to the heavens, where the Father will surely shower me with blessings of the unimaginable variety. So, if you really wanna put your title on the line, I accept your challenge, Zero. It’s time you learn what it really means to be a martyr!!! Jerry hands the mic back to Zinkus, while Zero turns to the referee after hearing Jerry’s reply and nods to him. Zero McHannon: Well, you heard it. Make this match for my title. We’re ending this night with a BANG like I said we would. We are going to top off this show the best way I know how. EXODUS PRO WORLD TITLE MATCH
ZERO McHANNON (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. JERRY MATTHEWSZero goes to hand the belt off to the referee, and as he has his back turned on Matthews, Jerry instantly goes after him, starting to pummel the new World Champ. Senior Official Brian Lowery instantly calls for the bell, and the match is officially on! He continues to attack Zero, starting to whip him into the ropes, before Zero ducks under a clothesline attempt and comes back at Jerry with a surprise Thesz press out of nowhere! Zero starts hammering Jerry with lefts and rights and the crowd goes nuts as Zero begins to lay into the man who has brutalized several people already tonight. Jerry tries to roll out of the ring to recover, but Zero reaches for him and drags him back in, starting to grab at his arm and stomp on it, looking to take out an arm of Matthews! Dick Morosi: He's looking for retribution for Jonathan Collins tonight! Seth Ericson: Is that what Zero's reduced to now, pandering to the crowd? He should be ashamed of himself. Chris Strike: It's still a smart move though, because it prevents Jerry from using the Savior's Wrath later. Zero looks to sinch in a fujiwara armbar, but Jerry wisely gets to the ropes, Zero holding onto the hold for just a bit before letting go, backing up. The crowd seems genuinely surprised at Zero following the rules, all until Jerry lets go of the ropes, leaving Zero to charge at him, clotheslining him to the outside! The crowd is going off in excitement for what just happened, and Zero starts to size up Jerry before he grabs the ropes and flings himself over with a suicide dive! The crowd can't believe it, and Zero pumps his fist, as surprised as them that the move worked. Zero starts to lean down and pound his fists into Jerry's face, being forced to stop as Deacon Jeremiah yanks Jerry away to safety. Zero glares and Beeno rushes to his friend and client's aid, tossing threatening words at the Deacon. The pair seem to be at a standoff, leading Zero to come after Jeremiah, but Jerry pushes the Deacon into Zero, who collides with him, and as the Champ staggers, Jerry nails a massive spear to the World Champ! The referee is yelling at Jerry, who waves him off, before whipping Zero into one of the ring posts, taking him down. As Zero remains on the ground, Matthews glares a hole into Strike, who stands up. Dick Morosi: I think you have a friend. Chris Strike: Pretty sure I get that look all the time from him... Jerry goes back to the fallen champion, but Zero recovers and nails Jerry with a huge shot to the gut before grabbing him and dropping him with a jaw breaker. Jerry staggers back and Zero charges with a huge clothesline, hoping to do his best to keep Jerry off his guard. McHannon reaches to work the arm of Matthews, which also has him glaring at Strike again, looking like he's going to yank the arm out of Jerry's socket. The two exchange glances as Zero goes back to working over Matthews, wrenching the arm. Seth Ericson: I'm starting to think you're really popular, Chris. Chris Strike: Success breeds contempt, and it's never more obvious than in EXODUS. Look at how hated some of the previous World Champions have become. Gods and Monsters was born out of a movement that rejected Fiona Rourke as the ace of the company. Dick Morosi: I hate to say it, Chris, but it seems like Zero McHannon and Jerry Matthews are giving you a head start. Zero continues to work the arm before he gets Jerry back to his feet and whips him to a corner, coming forward and charging as he nails a huge knee to the gut of Matthews, which helps him as he lifts Jerry up...huge flapjack onto the mat! Zero starts feeling like he's getting himself some momentum, and as soon as he goes for a diving knee on Jerry, he gets his ankle grabbed by Deacon Jeremiah, giving him enough time to be distracted before Jerry gets up and attacks Zero again from behind! Jerry picks up Zero and drops him on the corner turnbuckles before he starts glaring back at Jerry and jawing at him. Chris Strike: Focus on your match, preacher man! Don't need you getting kicked upside the head again by Fiona Rourke! Jerry shouts a few more things and points at him accusingly before going back to Zero, who had time to recover and blocks a shot before nailing a huge jawbreaker on Jerry, sending him reeling! Zero gets up and notices Strike, looking at him in an almost annoyed manner because of his jawing with Jerry. He points at Strike to sit down and he tries to get back to Jerry, before taking him back into the ring. Zero glares again at Strike before getting back into the ring, starting to hit the corner to call out to the crowd! He's going for the Set In Stone, leaping off...BUT MATTHEWS GETS THE KNEES UP! He instantly gets up and screams before grabbing McHannon...HAMMER OF GOD! He picks up Zero again...ANOTHER HAMMER OF GOD! He hooks the leg and goes for a cover... ONE... TWO..... TH--KICKOUT! Jerry looks irate and immediately goes after the ref, jawing with him as he jabs him in the chest, yelling at the official! As the referee is suitably distracted, Deacon Jeremiah makes his way onto the apron, looking to step inside! Dick Morosi: This is a glorified two on one! Seth Ericson: It shouldn't be, Zero has Beeno at ringside! As Jeremiah tries to enter the ring, Beeno quickly goes to grab a chair and slides into the ring, lifting the chair and cracking it against the back of Deacon Jeremiah! Jeremiah just turns himself around, looking at Beeno, who starts dancing around on his feet, and the crowd is eating up the little guy's antics! Slapping Jeremiah, he starts juking and jiving, trying to keep Jeremiah from catching him, but Jeremiah just grabs him and throws him over the ropes, leading to Beeno looking in absolute pain! Chris Strike: Is that kid even a trained worker, or is he just one of Zero's friends along for the ride? What the hell is Jeremiah doing? Strike puts his headset down and goes over to check on Beeno, not once intimidated by Jeremiah at all. Jeremiah reaches out and pushes down Strike, who just stares at him for a moment, before taking him down again with a Narukami, leading the crowd to pop! Strike starts pounding on Jeremiah, which catches the attention of McHannon out of the corner of his eye, leading him to notice Beeno down as well, having Zero slide out of the ring and go after Strike. The two of them start arguing over the incident, Zero accusing Strike of taking down Beeno as well. The two start butting heads quite literally, forehead to forehead as the two begin arguing. In the middle of all of this, Jerry Matthews pushes McHannon into Strike, getting Zero back into the ring quickly as he attempts to put the champ away. Jerry looks to size up Zero as he starts climbing the turnbuckle himself, looking for Angel's flight! He dives off, but Zero catches him mid-air with a huge dropkick! Zero quickly reaches up for Jerry with a corkscrew neckbreaker (Moonlight Drive)! Zero looks angry as he reaches for Jerry and lifts him...ZERO TOLERANCE! He tries to go for the pin, but Jerry rolls outside, leaving Zero to go after him, only to be met by Deacon Jeremiah! Dick Morosi: The stress around ringside is palpable! There is literally no love lost here amongst anyone at ringside! Seth Ericson: Well, y'know, I've always thought you were a good dude, Dick. Dick Morosi: Not between us, the competitors! Seth Ericson: Oh! Strike goes to have the back of McHannon, who seems rather nonplussed about it at first, and starting to look even angrier. Strike pats him on the back to assure him he doesn't have to fight alone, but Zero rips away from him and pushes him, making sure his point is made! The two begin to argue, leading Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah to go after the two of them! The fight continues to break out and the referee realizes that he's lost complete control of this, throwing out the match. As the two of them begin to put down the religious duo, Strike and McHannon turn their attention to one another, starting to brawl. The crowd has mixed reactions as their two heroes begin to turn their attention on one another, leading to punches being traded, brawling all the way back up the ramp! At this point, Jerry Matthews has made his way back into the ring, grinning as he calls for a mic, trying to get back to his feet. NO CONTESTDick Morosi: Oh lovely, he must be thrilled that he thinks he stands alone. Seth Ericson: You have to think Jerry feels like he's the champ after the night he's had. Jeremiah intimidates David Zinkus into handing him the microphone, and Jeremiah grabs it, giving it to Jerry. Jerry Matthews: Your...winner...The Eva--- BUT HE'S CUT OFF AS SOMEONE HAS SPRINTED DOWN THE RAMP AND TAKEN HIM DOWN... Dick Morosi: IT'S SHINJI UCHIKAWA! Uchikawa has indeed taken him down with a jumping complete shot, transitioning it into a Koji Cutch and holding it firmly as the crowd cheers for him adopting the OMEGA-16! Jerry Matthews is screaming in pain as the young rookie has locked Matthews in the submission as we fade to copyright! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 14:06:39 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and Shinji Uchikawa looks embarrassed as his friend and roommate Tom has gone on a screaming rampage backstage after having Shinji tossed into him during the opening match. Unfortunately, he’s doing all that screaming to Jonathan Collins and Nicholas Gray. Jonathan Collins: Listen, Mr...Tom. This is a liability that comes with being in the front row of the show. If you’d like, we can give you tickets to the next show… Tom Higashikata: YO! I ain’ want no tickets! I wan’ REAL compensation for my INJURY! Nicholas Gray: That’s...not really gonna happen. Tickets, sure, that’s cool. Money? Ah-ah. Ain’t happening. Tom Higashikata: YOOOO! Nicholas Gray: Please stop that. Tom Higashikata: It ain’ just me dat felt da hurt, mah boy SHINJI did too! You ain’ gonna take care of me, you betta take care of my boy! WITH GREEN! Shinji Uchikawa: Collins-sama, Gray-sama, please understand...he’s...um...crazy. Jonathan Collins: You don’t say… Shinji Uchikawa: Please don’t make me. Jonathan Collins: Shinji, we can’t give him money. Jonathan looks Tom over, raising an eyebrow, before he gets an idea, smirks, and nods. Jonathan Collins: HARVEY? We need ya! There’s a lawsuit here. From far, far away comes the cry. Harvey Birdman: DID SOMEBODY SAY LAWSUIT!? Tom Higashikata: DAT’S RIGHT! I’mma do the AMERICAN thing, I’MMA SUE ALL YA’LLS ASSES! Harvey practically kicks the door open in his rush to get in, his hands noticeably rubbing at his nipples. Harvey Birdman: ALRIGHT TOMMY! LET’S DO DIS! Tom stares at the nipple rubbing for a few moments, before slowly looking back at Jon and Nick. Tom Higashikata: ...I ain’ gon’ sue. Bye. They both wave at him as he leaves as quick as he can. Gray reaches into his jacket and pulls out a few hundred bills, extending it to Harvey. Nicholas Gray: That’s what I hired ya for. Harvey Birdman: Hey thanks, Nicky! There is silence as Gray continues to have the money extended, while Harvey continues rubbing his nipples. Nicholas Gray: You, uh...you can stop that now. Harvey Birdman: Nah, I’m good, this is nice. Gray just slowly nods, turning his head to the camera and making the throat cut signal, with the camera cutting to ringside immediately. 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 EXOScreen, one name can be seen bleeding its 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: Now making his way to the ring...weighing 250Ibs- 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 adversary. Dick Morosi: Whisper looked really strong a couple weeks ago at The Autumn Effect, Seth. Seth Ericson: Even so, he's gotta deal with a whole different breed... The crowd starts to stir as lights go dim and familiar sounds start before drums kick in! Are you rr--rrr-rready?
Are you rr--rrr-rready?
LET'S GO! Suddenly, the lights go purple and white around the arena as "One for the Money" by Escape the Fate starts to play and the smoke around the entrance way means only one person! David Zinkus: Now coming down the aisle...FROM PORTLANDIA...SHE IS THE STRONG STYLE SERAPH, FIONAAAAAAAAA ROURKE! Everybody in the world, are you with me?
It's too late to try to run, we run the city!
It's my time, it's your time,
Held me down, now it's don't give a fuck time!
It's go time, it's showtime!
Sing it with me everybody let's go! Standing at the entrance way, Fiona Rourke starts to look out at the crowd in her gear and a black hoodie with her Shinigami logo on it. Nodding her head to the beat, she finally gives a small grin as she runs to one side of the stage to look at her fans before jogging to the other side to look out for them and salute. Finally, getting back to the center of the stage, she starts crouching down, hood still over her head all as the song plays. Cause it's one, it's one, one for the money
Two, it's two, cause two is for the show
Three, it's three, three to get ready,
Are you ready motherfuckers? Are you ready? Let's go! As soon as the chorus begins, she springs to her feet, holding one finger up as lead singer Craig Mabbitt shouts "ONE!" over the PA System. Holding up two fingers in time with the song, she starts to walk down the ramp with a purpose. At three, she starts holding up three fingers, encouraging the fans to sing along and count with the song. Glancing at a young fan, she nods and touches foreheads with them as she pulls off a glow necklace from her neck and gives it to the fan. As the chorus repeats, she flips off the hood and hops up onto the apron. Once she looks out and surveys the crowd, she turns to face the ring before springboarding over the top rope, flipping over it and landing down on her knee, hand touching the mat as if she landed like a superhero! Quickly heading to a corner, she climbs up and once again holds up one finger to the air to get the crowd into everything. Looking back at the people in the ring, Fiona starts to remove her hoodie and look ready as she mentally prepares herself for the match. Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke is coming off a huge victory against Jerry Matthews at The Autumn Effect, and she's no stranger to tournaments! Last year, she was coming into the Winter Road as the International Champion. Seth Ericson: Well that was a year ago, and the talent certainly took a major leap. It's no triple threat for her, but the challenge is just as large. HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
FIONA ROURKE vs. WHISPERThe bell rings and Whisper charges toward Fiona, who only rolls under the clothesline attempt. She instantly pops into a handstand, and as Whisper comes back for her, she falls back and catches his neck between her ankles as she starts to use her hands to build momentum, starting to spin herself around with him into a huge headscissors takedown! Fiona grins at her offense before rolling to her feet and springboarding off the ropes with a set of double knees to the chest of the bigger adversary. She quickly tries to reach for his arms to set up The Undertow, crossing his arms before attempting to roll, but Whisper uses his strength to pull away and escape the ring! Fiona looks frustrated that Whisper was able to break from her submission, and as he tries to collect himself, she bounces off the opposite end ropes and flies over with a huge plancha! Fiona gets him at least to his knees before looking to get him back into the ring. She hops up onto the apron and looks to fly off with a huge move, but on the rebound in, Whisper puts his knees up and they collide with her ribs, leaving her winded and in pain. Dick Morosi: That's one way to slow her down. Seth Ericson: Or you can do what Jerry Matthews did and destroy her knee. Whisper gets back up, trying to shake off the cobwebs from Fiona's early all out assault, starting to pick her up by the hair before he hoists her above his head and drops her with a gorilla press onto the mat. Quickly, Whisper begins to assault her with an all out attack of boots and stomps as she tries to shield herself. Inevitably, referee Dan Arnouil intervenes and pulls Whisper off of Fiona as Whisper growls at him. This temporary reprieve is enough for her to recover enough to kick him in the stomach as she rips out a quick rolling elbow to back him off. Fiona tries to recover and she charges forward, only for Whisper to catch her with a huge tilt-a-whirl slam! He quickly hooks the leg and covers! ONE... TWO.... KICKOUT! Whisper slams the mat, frustrated with Fiona's inability to go down, and reaches to grab her by the hair again, but she stops him, giving him another rolling elbow for his trouble, before she backs up and delivers another one, this time letting the fans know beforehand it's time, and the call it out for her! CLEAR EYES!She gets a more intense look on her face as she delivers a huge palm strike to the chest. FULL HEART!Fiona takes a step back and leaps up nailing a huge dropsault, connecting with the big man and sending him back to the corner. CAN'T LOSE!Fiona doesn't let up, instantly charging him in the corner and nailing him with a climbing Shining Wizard before holding onto his head in a side headlock and bringing him down with a massive bulldog! Dick Morosi: She's feeling this one, Seth! Seth Ericson: After a set up like that, you can see she's only got one thing on her mind! She is indeed sizing up Whisper, who seems to be down. He gets to a knee and she comes forward, hitting him with another HUGE rolling elbow! After that, she gives herself some space....SHINIGAMI! She connects and the big man goes down and she hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! "One for the Money" starts again, and Fiona Rourke is on her way to the Honor Cup! David Zinkus: Your winner, and qualifying for the Honor Cup...FIONA ROURKE! Dick Morosi: She chopped down the big tree! Fiona Rourke hits a Shinigami and she's on her way to the Honor Cup! Seth Ericson: You know, she had to have been thinking a lot about what happened to Jonathan Collins earlier tonight, and Whisper caught her on a night where she was filled with some serious rage. On any other night, this may have gone differently, but Fiona had some aggression to let out. Fiona continues to thank and salute the crowd on her way to the backstage area, trying to do her best to put on a good face, and as she gets to the top of the ramp...SHE GETS BLINDSIDED FROM BEHIND! It's Kira T. Zeppeli, and as he looks down at the fallen Rourke, he grabs her and lifts her....FEEDING TIME! He looks down at the damage he's done and drops to his knees, cradling her, seemingly taking in her "despair." Dick Morosi: WHAT THE HELL? Seth Ericson: HAH! Kira T. Zeppeli knew she was down tonight and now he's feasting! He's taking advantage of her pain! On this disturbing sight, we cut to commercial... WINNER: FIONA ROURKE |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 13:07:01 GMT -6
We come back to ringside at the commentary desk, focusing on Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Well, we are almost through this stacked card and we still got some matches to go! Seth Ericson: At the end of the night, we will find out if Jerry Matthews can top our new EXODUS World Champion, Zero McHannon. Dick Morosi: Indeed. But for now, we got ourselves an International title match! Current champion Johnny Cannon takes on challenger Zack Lifer for the title AND a spot in the Honor Cup! 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: The following is an EXODUS Pro International title match and an Honor Cup qualifying match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he is the challenger, from Newark, New Jersey; weighing in at 202 pounds, 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. Dick Morosi: Can Zack Lifer earn himself a spot into the Honor Cup and pick up his first EXODUS title? Seth Ericson: I don’t know how I would feel about Lifer holding an EXODUS title, especially one with such high standard as the International title. It kinda feels like a Teletubby holding the title. Dick Morosi: Why are you so mean to him, Seth? Seth Ericson: I’m not mean. Just observant. A few moments pass, before the blaring chords of "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath slams into its rhythmic bellow throughout the depths of the RIMAC arena, inciting an instant, deafening, vociferous reaction from the EXODUS faithful. Suddenly, the arena lights black out with the exception of the few stationed around the entrance tunnel, which begin to flash in unison and fill with sparks in reponse to the opening guitar riff. The crowd's ear-splitting roar of approval for their "hero" seems to grow louder, as the silhouette of the ravishing Englishman emerges behind the lights, prompting David Zinkus to tuck his cue cards in his shirt and begin his introduction. David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring, "I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun but I don't need to fly
I'm gonna climb up every mountain of the moon
Find the dish that ran away with the spoon" Cannon's form is seen from the shadowy depths from the entrance area, just behind the curtain. Eventually, the Brit makes his ascension onto the entrance stage, pushing his way through the curtain cloth at the top of the ramp, sending yet another shockwave of thundering cheers throughout the crowd. All eyes on the arena fixed on him, Johnny saunters across each side of the stage, while Quinton Goodrich plays to the crowd. The former begins to survey the venue, wearing his black boots, red knee pads, and 'Manchester United' inspired camo trunks, wrist tape on both wrists and his "#JohnnyCannonCelebrationTour" T-shirt. He also wears the face of a man at the peak of his physical prime and the apex of his confidence and conviction. With the International Championship wrapped around his waist (in reverse), Cannon begins sauntering down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of excited fans that shove their arms out in his direction. Coming down the middle of the ramp, he slows his pace to a stop, posing on location. He playfully points out a finger gun gesture at the crowd, playing to the patrons before removing his two hundred dollar sunglasses and handing them to one of the kids in the front row. David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from London, England. He is the EXODUS International Champion.... he is JOHNNYYYY CANNON!!!! Cannon quickly runs up the ring steps and quickly leaps over the ropes with relative ease. Using the momentum from his jump, Johnny spins into the center of the ring before stopping on the drop of a dime, peering outside at the nearest ringside camera. Too cool for school, the world renowned actor and former cagefighter slowly unzips his track jacket, and slides out of it with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to the nearby ring attendant. Afterward, he hands the International Championship over as well. "I've crossed the ocean, turned every bend
I found the plastic at the gold at rainbow's end
I've been through magic and through life's reality
I've lived a thousand years and it never bothered me" From there Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside. He was psyching himself up, hoping to prove to himself, and to the world, that he was the greatest wrestler on planet earth. Now in the corner, he stands, his head lightly resting against the pad as he awaits the start of the match. Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon has come a long way since the first ever EXODUS Pro show. He is the current International champion and has held more titles than any other person on this roster. Seth Ericson: But he is all banged up, Seth. Just like Lifer. That left knee of his is practically useless and Lifer’s body, especially the upper part of it, is wrapped up in that tape. If both of these men were healthy, I’d say this match could go for thirty minutes. But since they are both banged up, I think this doesn’t even go ten. Dick Morosi: ...wow. You actually made some sense there. Seth Ericson: One of these days, Dick. One of these days... The ref looks at both men, telling them of the fifteen minute time limit in this match and how this match will be contested under regular singles match rules. Each man nods his head, agreeing to follow the rules (maybe), and the ref calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING!HONOR CUP QUALIFIER/INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
JOHNNY CANNON (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. ZACK LIFERBoth men slowly circle the ring, Lifer rubbing the back of his neck while Cannon slowly trying to fight off the pain that is likely shooting up his left leg from that knee. After a 180, the two move to the center of the ring and lock up, the bigger man of the two (Cannon), quickly gets a headlock on the challenger to his title. The headlock doesn’t last for long as Lifer drives a fist into Cannon’s ribs, causing Cannon to release the headlock. Both men now stand a few feet apart from each other before charging forward and attempting a clothesline each, only to knock each other down. Dick Morosi: Both men down to start this match. Seth Ericson: I doubt they’ll be down for long. Both men quickly get to their feet, Cannon somewhat favoring that left knee, though it’s barely noticeable, and Lifer rubbing the back of his neck again. Lifer quickly shoots a leg forward and it connects to the gut. Lifer quickly takes advantage and hooks both of his arms, tucking Cannon’s head underneath his left arm before driving his head right onto the mat with a double underhook DDT. The audience somewhat boos and somewhat cheers as Lifer turns Cannon over before hooking both of his legs as he goes for the cover. Dick Morosi: What a double underhook DDT by Lifer! Seth Ericson: Cannon may be seeing double after that one! ONE!
KICKOUT!Lifer quickly grabs Cannon’s left leg and drags it closer to him before getting up to both feet and beginning to stomp away at it. Cannon screams out in pain after every stomp, but Lifer does not relent as he flips Cannon over and puts him in a single-legged Boston Crab. Cannon continues to scream out in pain as he tries to reach for the nearby ropes, feeling the pain shooting up his leg. Most of the audience tries to cheer Cannon on, wishing to see him get to the ropes, but Lifer grips on that leg for dear life. Unfortunately for the challenger, the champion manages to use his weight advantage to get to the bottom rope, where he keeps a tight grip on the bottom rope. Dick Morosi: Cannon gets to the bottom rope! Seth Ericson: Yeah, but that [BLEEP]ing knee may already be damaged past a certain point. Dick Morosi: Why do you swear so much? Seth Ericson: Christian Kane left! Do you expect me to be happy?! The ref gets Lifer off of Cannon, but not for long as the New Jersey native drags Cannon away from the ropes before picking him up to both feet. Lifer takes a few steps back before charging forward and leaping up, driving his boot to the side of Cannon’s head, the champion falling to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Lifer quickly rolls him over and goes for yet another pin. Dick Morosi: What an enziguri by Zack Lifer! Seth Ericson: Cannon is down early and that just spells bad news for him!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Zack does not stop going on the attack as he grabs Johnny by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet. Cannon quickly pushes Lifer off of him, but Lifer goes running right back to Cannon, only to be met with a boot to the face. Lifer hits the mat with a thud as Cannon falls as well, the British Playboy holding his left knee in pain. The audience cheers as Cannon rolls over to the nearby ropes and grabs them while Lifer slowly stirs on the ground, holding his own neck in pain from that left boot causing his neck to go backwards. Once the International champion gets up to both feet, he begins to measure his opponent, ready to strike. The challenger slowly gets to his knees, giving Cannon a clear shot at him, but Cannon seems to be hesitant to run forward. It only lasts for a few seconds as Cannon rushes forward and connects with his right boot to the skull of Lifer, causing him to hit the mat with a thud, before turning him over and going for the pin. Dick Morosi: Cannon just driving those boots to the head of Lifer! Seth Ericson: Great! Make the crazy guy get even crazier! Dick Morosi: You’re such a dick. Seth Ericson: Says the guy named “Dick”. ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Johnny is still favoring that left leg as he gets up to both feet, not willing to argue with the ref as the count was clean and proper. Cannon grabs the challenger to his title by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before hooking both of his arms, lifting him up in the air. The audience cheers as Cannon brings Lifer down right on his head, connecting with a double underhook piledriver. Lifer, unknowingly, rolls out of the ring and Cannon goes rolling out of the ring after him. Cannon slowly drops down onto the ground, trying to make sure his left knee doesn’t take any more damage. The ref begins the count, trying to make sure both men know to get back in the ring before a 10 count can cost them both. Dick Morosi: Oh, this is about to spill to the outside... Seth Ericson: Woo hoo! ONE!
TWO!Cannon grabs Lifer by the head and tosses him right into the steel post. The audience lets out an “ooh” sort of reaction as Lifer goes sinking down onto the ground, holding his head in pain.
THREE!
FOUR!Cannon begins to stomp away at the rib cage of Lifer with his good leg, avoiding using that left leg for anything besides walking. Zack groans out in pain as the stomps seem to have more force as they increase in number. After ten stomps, the champion grabs the challenger by the head and gets him up to both feet before getting him over to the announce table and slamming his head right onto the table. Dick Morosi: Cannon really taking it to Lifer right now! Seth Ericson: Cannon needs to stop going for the head shots. Lifer may ended up being even more cuckoo for cocoa puffs after this match. FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!Cannon then rolls Lifer right into the ring before sliding in himself. Lifer managers to roll to the center of the ring, but the International champion is not relenting as he gets up to both feet and goes right after him. But, Lifer has somehow managed to shake off all the head shots and he manages to shoot out a right kick to the left leg of Cannon, causing the British Playboy to fall to his bad knee. Lifer drives another kick to the head, this one laying Cannon out. Dick Morosi: Cannon is now out like a light! Seth Ericson: That kick to the head may have sent Cannon into Tuesday. Dick Morosi: WOW. Two whole hours. Lifer slowly gets to his feet, knowing that his opponent is too out of it at the moment to be getting up anytime soon. The New Jersey native grabs the British Playboy’s left leg and begisn to stomp away at it. Johnny screams out in pain as Zack continues to stomp away at the bad knee, the audience split between booing and cheering. Finally, Zack lets go of the leg and drops an elbow on top of Cannon before going for a quick cover. Seth Ericson: Elbow drop! Hashtag throwback! Dick Morosi: You sound like Joshua Sullivan... Seth Ericson: He was my best friend... Dick Morosi: He was your ONLY friend... Seth Ericson: You shut your whore mouth! ONE!
T-KICKOUT!Lifer quickly gets to his feet and begins to measure up Cannon, who holds his left knee in pain. The ref begins to check on Cannon, trying to see if he wants to give up, but Cannon just shakes his head and the ref lets the match continue. The British Playboy rolls over to the nearby ropes and uses them to help himself up before turning around, only for Lifer to knock him back down with a dropkick to the chest. Lifer quickly heads to the nearby corner and begins to climb it as the audience cheers, waiting for the high flying move that’s going to happen next. Seth Ericson: Looks like crazy is about to fly! Cannon slowly gets up to both feet, using the ref to help himself up, before Lifer dives off of the top rope and hits Cannon square in the chest with a dropkick. Cannon hits the mat with a thud, almost rolling out of the ring, but Lifer grabs him and rolls him over as he goes for the pinfall. Dick Morosi: Missile dropkick by Zack Lifer! Seth Ericson: Dropkicks galore! ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Lifer quickly grabs Cannon and brings him up to both feet before going behind him, hooking both of his arms, and lifting him up in the air before bringing him down onto the mat with a full nelson bomb. Lifer grabs Cannon again and attempts to do the same maneuver once more, but Cannon shake him off, catches his head, and brings him down with a jawbreaker. As Lifer lies on the floor, holding his jaw and neck in pain, Cannon rolls over and attempts another pinfall. Seth Ericson: Nice job, Lifer. Ya goofy dumbass... ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Both men slowly get to their feet after the last kickout, Cannon just a bit faster. As both men are up, Cannon surges forward and sticks his arm out to connect with a lariat, knocking Lifer down. Lifer quickly gets up to his feet, but Cannon drills him with a European Uppercut that sends Lifer up against the ropes. Cannon repeats the European Uppercut once more, then another time. The audience cheers as the British Playboy connects with a forearm strike that forces the New Jersey native to stumble into the nearby corner. Dick Morosi: Cannon taking it to Lifer right now! Seth Ericson: Uppercuts a-plenty! Dick Morosi: For the love of god, say something that doesn’t sound- Seth Ericson: You suck, Dick! Cannon connects with multiple slaps to the face before he connects with an elbow strike to the head. The International champion connects with a discus forearm that causes the challenger to fall to his knees. Cannon takes a step back before connecting with a running single legged (the right leg) dropkick to the head of Lifer! The audience explodes as Cannon rolls him over and attempts yet another pinfall!
Dick Morosi: The Clockwork Orange! Seth Ericson: Nighty night, Lifer! ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!Cannon quickly rolls up to his feet and grabs Lifer by the head and lifts him up, hooking his right leg for the Cannon Driver. Dick Morosi: CANNON DRIVER! But Cannon’s left knee buckles and he drops Lifer instead, falling to a knee. Lifer quickly gets to his feet and takes advantage of the kneeling Cannon, running forward and connecting with a knee to the jaw of Cannon, laying him out as he goes for the cover! Seth Ericson: CANNON’S KNEE BUCKLED! Dick Morosi: FORCED SUICIDE BY LIFER! ONE!
TWO!
THREE!DING! DING! DING!David Zinkus: The winner of this match and your new EXODUS Pro International Champion, ZAAAAAAACK LIFERRRRRRR! “Alive In The Lights” by Memphis Fire blares all throughout the arena as Lifer holds his head in disbelief. The ref walks over to Lifer, who is getting up to both feet, and hands him the International title. Lifer raises it high in the air as his hand is raised high in the air by the ref, the audience still tossing him some mixed reactions. Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer is your new EXODUS Pro International champion! Seth Ericson: Are you kidding me?! That’s like saying Barney The Big Purple Dinosaur is our new International champion! Dick Morosi: Well, Zack Lifer is your new champ. And you can just deal with that, Seth. The scene goes to commercial with Lifer holding the International title close to him, a smile on his face.
WINNER AND NEW EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: ZACK LIFER
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 13:05:35 GMT -6
The crowd is roaring as we return from commercial, the energy levels hitting max in anticipation of the upcoming title match.
David Zinkus: This match is for the San Diego Bay Championship and a qualifying match for the Honor Cup!! Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds... Hailing from New York, New York!!! It’s your challenger, Xavior!!!!!
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.
David Zinkus: Annnnnd now, introducing the San Diego Bay Champion... Weighing in at 188 pounds... He is the Philly Young Gun, Blake Jones!!!!!!
WATCH ME LIGHT UP THE SKY!
"Light Up the Sky" by Thousand Foot Krutch starts to play and the crowd erupts as suddenly at the top of the darkened stage in a light up jacket, the Blue Lantern logo lit across the back, all as he stands with his back to the crowd.
Hands held high sweat dripping off me
Light it softly, got these fakers trying to stop me
This ain't a hobby it's a way of life
Just like Holyfield and Tyson, gloves on fight night
Boom here comes the hurricane monsoon
Switched up, came to redecorate the room
My ears are ringing from hearing the same sound
So what now all of the walls just came down
I blaze a trail like the rays from taillights
Sound shaking the ground like earthquakes hail might
Someday I'll die but not tonight
Excuse me while I light up the sky!
The lights remain dim as Blake starts to walk down, slapping hands with the fans as he keeps the huge grin on his face, proving that he still adores the EXODUS faithful. Tonight, his jacket signifies his status as a Young Gun and the hero of War Games, sliding into the ring as the crowd erupts!
Dick Morosi: Well, this match has been highly anticipated and now it’s finally here. Xavior came into EXODUS with a chip on his shoulder and will now see what he is made of going up against out Autumn Effect winner and San Diego Bay Champion, Blake Jones.
Seth Ericson: Should be a fairly decent matchup here. We will certainly see how much that title means to Blake in this.
HONOR CUP QUALIFIER/SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
BLAKE JONES (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) vs. XAVIOR
The referee signals for the bell as Blake and Xavior lock eyes and soon arms in the middle of the ring. Neither one of them can get the upper hand in the beginning, as Blake drops to one knee and stands back up, trying his best to overpower Xavior. Using the leverage from standing up back up to his feet, Blake draws the first strike with a few elbows to the face. Xavior rolls to his back, and back on his feet, glaring at Blake.
Blake tries to charge at Xavior and nail a clothesline, but he reverses it with an armbar, which he quickly lets go of and kicks Blake in the gut. Blake seems to be getting to his feet until he is put back down with a diving elbow drop. Xavior tries to follow up with a dropkick but Black grabs his leg at the last moment and throws his opponent down knee first.
Dick Morosi: This has certainly started off just the way we planned it to. Two men, fighting for their spot into the Honor Cup.
Seth Ericson: It’s a great accomplishment to make it, much less win it.
Xavior is slow getting to his feet and Blake is patiently waiting. When he does manage to get up Blake grapples him from behind and goes for a suplex, which is reversed by Xavior and he whips Blake into the corner. He runs forward delivering a shoulder into Blake’s gut and stares at him as he goes for another. Blake sneaks out of the corner and helps Xavior dive headfirst into the turnbuckle.
Blake tries to springboard off the ropes and deliver a superkick, but Xavior notices it and ducks out of the way right in time.
Blake went down to his knees and turns around to Xavior delivering pendulum backbreaker. Blake grabs his back in pain as Xavior hovers over his pray, licking his lips and ready to strike again. He lifts Blake back up to his feet and goes for a snap suplex, but his opponent refuses to be taken off his feet. Blake throws Xavior’s hands away from the grapple and dropkicks him into the ropes. Xavior bounces off and Blake is waiting, and nails a jumping DDT.
The crowd starts getting behind the champion as he throws his hands up to the fans and Xavior is stalking as he is slowly trying to regain his balance. When Blake turns around to find Xavior, he is met with a tiger suplex. Xavior rolls to his stomach, forcing Blake to roll with him, and tries for another suplex, but Blake refuses. Xavior notices this and quickly jumps off the ropes for a springboard clothesline.
Dick Morosi: Wow, Xavior really looks to be trying to take control of this match.
Seth Ericson: Some nice suplex there, but it was the clothesline that really did the damage.
Blake is feeling the pain from the intense clothesline, but doesn’t keep him down for long. He is on one knee as Xavior goes for a knee to the head himself, but Blake catches his leg and hits a shining wizard. He goes for a bulldog on Xavior, but he reverses it. Xavior goes for a swinging neckbreaker, another reverse! Blake with a missile dropckick, but yet another reverse!
Finally, it’s Xavior who delivers a Boomerang of pain and goes for the pin.
One!!!
Two!!!
KICKOUT BY BLAKE!
Xavior looks mad as he slaps the mat and gets right back up to his feet.
Dick Morosi: Xavior almost had it in the bag there!!
Seth Ericson: That was a great series of moves! I thought that Boomerang was going to do the trick!
The crowd is cheering on Blake which motivated him to get back to his feet. Xavior starts yelling at them to ‘shut up’, until he turns around to a surprising backbreaker. Xavior rolls out of the ring to get out of harms way as he uses the barricade for some support.
Blake is feeding off the fans and Xavior slides back into the ring, delivering an European uppercut. It knock Blake off balance and he finishes it off with a diving crossbody. Xavior stands up to the jeers and looks back down at Blake. He lifts his opponent up by the hair and looks around to the audience as he prepares for a X-ecution. Blake breaks the hold and throws Xavior into the ropes. When he returns off the bounce, Blake is waiting, and gets off a hurricarana.
He grabs Xavior by the arm, forcing him to stand and the crowd goes nuts as he is setting up for The Jones Equation. Xavior dives under the move and hits Blake with a superkick that can be heard echoing through the arena. He goes for the pin again!
One!!!
Two!!!!
TH-KICKOUT!!!
Xavior can’t believe it as he grabs his hair and looks in the refs direction.
Dick Morosi: Not looking good for our San Diego Champion..
Seth Ericson: Don’t count Blake out yet! He is certainly fighting off being pinned!
Blake seems to be in a daze and Xavior seems to be wanting to put this to bed. He picks his opponent up again, looking to put the cap on it, but Blake kicks Xavior in the knee and dropkicks him on his back.
He refuses to give up the fight as Xavior is quickly back his feet and charging at Blake. Blake trips him up and watches as Xavior hits the turnbuckle headfirst. This seems to do quite a bit of damage as Xavior lays on the mat holding his face. Blake is standing in the corner, holding the ropes and waiting for the man to get back to his feet. When he does, he finally delivers The Jones Equation and lifts Xavior’s leg up for the pin.
One!!!
Two!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
David Zinkus: Here is your winner and STILL San Diego Bay Champion.... The Philly Young Gun, BLLLAAAAAAKKKKEEEEE JONNNNNNNNNNESSSSS!!!!!!!
Dick Morosi: Well, this certainly turned around quickly!!
Seth Ericson: The Jones Equation for the win and qualifying spot into the Honor Cup!!!
"Light Up the Sky" continues to play as Xavior sits in the ring upset as Blake clutches his title, grinning as he realizes he's back on a roll.
Dick Morosi: That's a kid who's starting to look like he's regained his confidence. And if that's not enough, let's go to a prerecorded messaged from his Young Guns tag team partner, Sylar Drake!
WINNER: BLAKE JONES
We cut to a pre-taped footage. Camera takes us inside an apartment we know from Sylar Drake's promos. Drake is sitting on a couch, and we see that his severely injured leg is put on the coffee table in front of him. Even after all that happened to him, Sylar is still wearing that childish smirk on his face, may it or may it not be a little forced.
Sylar Drake: Hey guys! I just wanna thank you all for sending me all those letters and "get well" postcards to my hospital room. As you can see, I am finally at home now, but I definitely won't be going back to the ring any time soon. Doctors said it's 6 to 8 months pause for me. As heartbreaking it is for me... I believe I don't have to tell you that I will be back. I will bounce back and be even stronger than before. In summer, the Young Guns will be back together and they will be shooting their way to the top. And people like Brett Sands will be only our training targets. Be patient. It'll be worth it.
The typical pistol taunt ends this short transmission as we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 12:53:42 GMT -6
After the break, the action cuts back to the ring as “Pick Up the Pieces” by Average White Band starts playing. The fans begin to boo the man who comes from behind the curtain. Seth Ericson: I thought he was gone. Dick Morosi: I think he is still officially the FX Liaison like he was before the ownership debacle. Which sucks but at least he can’t fire anyone. Edward Nair rolls into the ring with a microphone in hand. Once his music cuts off and the boos subside enough, he begins to speak. Edward Nair: I understand that a lot of you out there have lost your faith and lost your trust in the Edward Nair regime. The boos return even louder than before. Dick Morosi: I doubt they ever had anything to lose. Seth Ericson: Probably. Edward Nair: But I am still going to do what it best for EXODUS Pro and FX as the liaison until these standards of quality and marketability have been met. Almost as soon as he finishes his sentence, "Through the Fire" by Day of Fire begins to blare. Dick Morosi: It’s about time he got out here. Seth Ericson: Even I’m sick of this. The fans roar as Adrien Cochrane, back in street clothes, appears on the ramp, also armed with a microphone and a clipboard. Edward Nair immediately starts ordering him to leave, but notices his microphone has been cut off. Adrien gives a big smile before speaking. Adrien Cochrane: How are you doing, Ed? The smug grin of Adrien Cochrane is unmistakable. Nair yells but to no avail. Adrien Cochrane: Been better, right? So I was thinking to myself, now that Edward Nair is no longer a co-owner of EXODUS Pro, what business do you have being in this ring where many wrestlers you tried to screw out of a job put their bodies on the line every other week? Nair is barely audible. Edward Nair: I am still the FX Liaison, and you will show me some respect. Adrien Cochrane: Oh, I will show YOU respect? Like the respect you’ve shown me since I got here? Like the respect you showed me when you fired me over your own personal bias reasons seven years ago? You know, it’s funny I mention that. The Dropkick King holds up the clipboard in his hand. Adrien Cochrane: Nicholas Gray gave me the honor to deliver some news. I have a letter here from FX. Edward Nair looks stunned. The fans cheer louder. Seth Ericson: This can’t be good for Nair. Dick Morosi: Safe assumption. Adrien Cochrane: I’ll skip most of the formal parts and get to the good parts of this letter. “We apologize for the actions of Edward Jackson Nair, and they do not reflect the opinion of FX and it’s affiliates.” Nice middle name, by the way. But here’s the good part… “As of Tuesday morning, Edward Nair will not be part of the FX company and will be terminated from his employment.” So just as you fired me in front of everyone seven years ago, I finally get to come to this ring and give you the news that you are fired. Dick Morosi: Justice! Adrien Cochrane: Also, Nicholas Gray has informed me that you will no longer have anything to do with EXODUS Pro Wrestling and will be escorted out of the building momentarily. Seth Ericson: Nair looks like his heart sank like the Titanic. Dick Morosi: He’s lashing out now. Nair tries to grab the clipboard and microphone out of Adrien’s hand. Adrien drops both then drops Edward Nair with the Adrien Cutter in the center of the ring. Seth Ericson: He’s done it! He’s finally Adrien Cutter’d Edward Nair! Dick Morosi: Karma has finally caught up to Edward Nair. He picks up the microphone and says one last comment to his former boss. Adrien Cochrane: I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I met you. So like you told me seven years ago, have fun in the unemployment line. Cochrane drops the microphone and walks back to the backstage area to the sound of "Through the Fire" by Day of Fire. Security officials begins to handcuff the knocked out Edward Nair to escort him out of the building. Dick Morosi: That's got to brighten his mood! After being robbed of The Honor Cup, Adrien Cochrane closes the book on his problems with Edward Nair! Seth Ericson: You know...I gotta admit, that's sweet revenge. Dick Morosi: Something sweet is on the horizon for the winner of this next match! It's a trip to the Honor Cup for either Gabriel Gambino or Kylar Stark, and this match is next! The lights in the arena darken, when suddenly... The world is a vampire, sent to drain...
Secret destroyers hold you up to the flames.
And what do I get for my pain?
Betrayed desires and a piece of the game... Ill Niño's cover of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" continues to play as suddenly at the top of the ramp, underneath a spotlight, is "The Damned" Kylar Stark! Stark walks down the ramp slowly, hood over his head and leather jacket on his upper body as he ignores the fans. Yanking his hands away from them, Stark makes his way down to the ring with purpose. David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from Paterson, New Jersey, weighing in at 241 pounds...he is THE DAMNED...KYLARRRRRRRR STARK! Stark continues to make his way down to the ring, getting into the ring after climbing up the steps before running the ropes and removing his jacket, starting to warm up his arm he uses for his trademark Silk City Necktie lariat. Starting to mentally prepare, he goes to a corner, waiting for his opponent. Dick Morosi: There may not be a man in the company more intimidating than Kylar Stark. Seth Ericson: Well, he's gonna have some competition here in a bit, because he drew a hell of an opponent! The house lights drop suddenly, leaving only a lone spotlight atop the entrance ramp. The big screen lights up to show a single warrior riding into battle. Just as the warrior gets to his enemies the picture fades, "THE CONQUEROR" in blood red replacing it. The opening beat to Linkin Park’s “Papercut” (instrumental version) begins to play over the PA system. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 227 pounds… Accompanied to the ring by Ms. Katherine Grayson… “The Conqueror”… GABRIEL GAMBIIIIIIINO! When the beat drops, the big screen begins to play clips of various Gambino matches. GABRIEL GAMBINO, in block letters, appears in between clips, alternating with “THE CONQUEROR”. By now, the crowd has jumped to its feet in anticipation of Gabe’s appearance. After what seems like an eternity, Gabriel steps out from behind the curtain and into the spotlight, arm in arm with the very beautiful Kat Grayson. He stands there motionless, staring out into the crowd, as red and white strobe lights begin to alternate around the arena. He is dressed in a white t-shirt, a black Spartan helmet with red feathers on top on the front, and "I Came, I Saw, I Conquered" in red writing on the back. A pair of black and red neoprene elbow sleeves adorn his elbows, and his wrists are both wrapped heavily with white tape. Black trunks with his Spartan helmet logo and "The Conqueror" in red on the back are accompanied by two black kneepads, and a pair of high black boots. His dark brown hair is slicked back, and his goatee his neatly trimmed. Gabriel begins a methodically slow walk towards the ring, turning around with his arms outstretched about halfway down the ramp as Grayson applauds him. He continues to walk backwards for a few more steps before turning around, continuing his march to the ring with a purpose. Gabriel marches up the steps and enters the ring. He moves to the far turnbuckle, climbing the second rope and carefully lifting his right foot to the top rope. He stands with his arms stretched to the sky. Dick Morosi: AND THE CONQUEROR HAS RETURNED! Fresh off a huge win at The Autumn Effect, Gabriel Gambino is looking to qualify for the Honor Cup! Seth Ericson: Just between you and me, it's not looking good for him. HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
GABRIEL GAMBINO vs. KYLAR STARKA collar-and-elbow tieup begins the match as the former GFC World Champion locks horns with "The Damned". The GoW member transitions into a Side Headlock. Stark pushes him away, Gambino comes back bouncing off the ropes and gets dropped with Kylar's Drop Toe Hold. Stark is quick to get in front of his opponent and lock in a grounded Front Facelock, but Gambino manages to get up and make him release the hold thanks to stiff punches to the gut. He continues with a Headbutt, rocking "The Damned", then Armdrags him down to the canvas and keeps the pressure on his arm with a simple submission. Kylar manages to get up quickly, he goes for a Lariat with his free arm, but Gabe lets go of him just in time to dodge it. As Stark turns around, he is met with a stiff Roundhouse Kick and collapses to the canvas. Gabriel hooks the outside leg. ONE! TWO! Stark gets a shoulder up. Gambino raises him and Kylar finds himself on his knees, receiving kick after kick to his chest. After few of them, he manages to get a hold of Gabe's right leg. He pulls is quickly towards himself, causing the veteran to lose his balance and fall on his back. Kylar transitions to a Heel Hook and shows off his aggression as he uses his free leg to kick his opponent rapidly. Gambino shows his knowledge, slips Kylar's free leg under his and rolls on his belly. Kylar still has the submission locked in, but Gabe manages to crawl to the ropes and grab a hold of them. Stark takes the whole five count before he breaks the hold. Dick Morosi: Kylar Stark risking a DQ loss right there. Seth Ericson: ...while still causing more and more pain to Gambino! He's clever, this guy. Kylar lets his opponent get up, but he definitely doesn't give him a second to shake off the pain in his leg. Just as Gambino drags himself up using the ropes, he rocks him with an elbow to the back and drops him with a Straightjacket German Suplex with a nice bridge into a pin. ONE! TWO! TH-- Gambino kicks out! Kylar continues his active offense and stomps three times on the leg he has worked on before. He drags Gabe to his feet and Irish Whips him to the corner. He goes to attack him, but Gambino counters with a perfect Back Body Drop, sending Stark flying over the ropes to cheers from the crowd. "The Conqueror" collapses to the canvas and tries to shake off the pain in his leg while the referee is looking at Kylar Stark, starting the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Kylar is on one knee, struggling to find his way towards the squared circle. FIVE! SIX! Dick Morosi: This match is just the hard hitting battle we expected. Taking incredible toll on both men! SEVEN! EIGHT! Stark dives under the bottom rope back inside the ring to break the count. By that time, Gambino is standing again and goes to attack Kylar. He raises him up and shoots several knife edge chops towards his chest, then adds a Jumping Knee Lift that sends Stark down on one knee. Gambino is quick to follow up as he locks in a Gogoplata! Seth Ericson: Both men showing off their submission skills! This must be a feast for fans of good ol' grappling! Stark tries to get from the kneeling position to having both feet on the ground. He does so and it looks like he is pushing Gambino forward to pin his shoulders to the mat, but in fact, he has something else in mind... Dick Morosi: Wait a second... Stark raises Gambino up, what a show of power! Spins him around... Sitout Powerbomb! And here is the pin! ONE! TWO! THR-- Kickout by Gambino! A "This is awesome!" chant unfolds, but Kylar Stark doesn't seem to agree as he is still dead set on victory. He Irish Whips Gambino to the corner again and goes for the NBK, but Gambino gets away and Stark has his leg trapped on the top turnbuckle after a failed Kenka Kick attempt! Gabe gets behind him quickly and drops him down with a Hangman's Neckbreaker. He slams the turnbuckle several times to cheers from the crowd, then quickly climbs it... and down with the Elbow Drop he flies, straight into a pinning predicament! ONE! TWO! THR--- Kickout by Stark! Dick Morosi: THAT was close! "The Conqueror" raises Stark up and takes few steps back, then runs at Kylar with a Yakuza Kick attempt... Seth Ericson: Sleep with the Fi-- NO! Stark gets out of the way! Dick Morosi: Big knee strike to the gut by "The Damned"! Sweeps his legs, Gabriel falls into a seated position... Seth Ericson: MOMENT OF IMPACT BY KYLAR STARK! This knee to the head, that can be a knockout! Kylar collapses onto Gabe and hooks both legs for a pin attempt. ONE! TWO! THRE-- NO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: WHAT?! Dick Morosi: A big, animal-like roar by Kylar Stark echoes through the arena, and that means not only frustration from not ending this match already, it also means it's Silk City Necktie time! Stark takes few steps back and measures his opponent, indeed signalling for his deadly Lariat finisher. As Gambino gets on his feet finally, Stark charges at him... Gambino ducks and counters with a shoulder to the gut of Stark! Kylar falls to his knees, Gambino grabs a hold of him... Flatliner! Gambino transitions straight into a Koji Clutch! Seth Ericson: Eye of Medusa! Dead center of the ring! Man, what a counter by Gambino! Kylar tries to counter any way he can, but cannot escape the hold and after about half a minute of sustaining the pain, he has no chance but to tap out! Gambino lets go off the hold and collapses next to Stark as "Papercut" reprises and people are on their feet, applauding both exhausted wrestlers. Dick Morosi: AND GABRIEL GAMBINO GOES TO THE HONOR CUP! ALL THREE GODFATHERS OF WRESTLING ARE IN THE HONOR CUP! Seth Ericson: That's gotta be a muted moment for Gabe, as he knows the fourth Godfather, Jonathan Collins, is on his way to the hospital right now after that brutal attack by Jerry Matthews. Dick Morosi: Even so, both Gabe and Katherine seem to be content to celebrate for now. While they do, let's head backstage. WINNER: GABRIEL GAMBINOThe camera flickers backstage to show Zack Lifer in his ring gear sitting on a metal chair on the side of the hallway, playing with his Nintendo 3DS XL. His eyes dart to the nearby clock as he notices what time it was before quickly shutting the device and getting to his feet, putting the red 3DS back on the chair. As he does, he begins shadow boxing the air, picturing Johnny Cannon in front of him as he goes through all the motions. Before he makes his final shot, he mutters something under his breath and runs at him with a knee, a Forced Suicide on the imaginary Cannon before swiftly landing on his feet once again. He raises his arms in happiness, talking to himself. Zack Lifer: And the NEW International Champion… ZACK LIFAAAAH! Zero McHannon is then shown walking down the opposite hallway while listening to his iPhone. The World Championship was draped over his left shoulder as he was searching for a song with the other hand. Zero McHannon: Oh, oh, luxxxxury. Chittty ching ching can buy anythinnnnng, cop that. Oh, Oh, collllard greensssss. He then hears the yelling at the end of the hallway that made him pull an earphone out. Zero pauses the song and put the phone in his pocket as he approaches Lifer with caution. Zero McHannon: This is where you warm up? Is there a reason it’s in front of my locker room, bro? Zack Lifer: This is your locker room? Honestly, this was the first chair I found in the hallway. I needed a clock anyhow. No clocks in my locker room, so yeah. I didn’t wanna be late for my title win, you know? Zero grabs onto his title a little tighter as he looks at Lifer and raises a bit of an eyebrow. Zero McHannon: You’re really underestimating Cannon… Your title win? I mean, it’s nice to have confidence, but don’t get too far ahead of yourself. You’ve always been more known to me as a person with the desire in the tag team division, to be honest. Zack lets out a laugh. Zack Lifer: Honestly? No way. What I’m gunning for? It’s the title you got around your shoulder, no offense. Everyone wants that thing, you of all people know that. So, I beat Cannon, become the International Champ, win the Honor Cup, and become a double champion EXODUS can be proud of! Zero stares at Lifer, making sure he sees the World Championship hanging from his shoulder. He takes a few steps closer so that he had a better look. Zero McHannon: My title? Lifer… Now you’re really getting ahead of yourself. First it’s about winning the International Championship, then the Honor Cup, and now my World Title? You haven’t even qualified for anything, yet… You did this same thing in your TLC match and look at what happened. You really have the guts to stand there and tell me you want my title after you haven’t done anything to deserve it over anyone else? Let's be honest, Lifer… There is a shit ton of people on that roster who deserve a shot to make something of themselves. Some of those people include Chris Strike… Your opponent tonight, Johnny Cannon… Hell, even Jerry Matthews after all the competition he had to face. But you really have the guts to stand there and act like you’ve worked harder than any of them? Zack Lifer: Zero, Zero, Zero… He shakes his head back and forth. Zack Lifer: Listen, I’ll put it in simple terms so you understand. That title of yours? It’s my dream. To be in the spot you’re in? I’ve wanted that ever since I was a little kid. And guess what? No matter how hard I tried, no matter how far I reached, I never got as close to the belt as I am right now here in EXODUS. Zero McHannon: Guess what… You’re not the only one. Lifer takes a deep breath before continuing. Zack Lifer: I’m not discounting any of those people, don’t get me wrong. They definitely deserve a title shot too. But remember, me and you came into this company side by side. We were a team, a dominant team. Then you made sure to get me sidelined. I sprained my leg and got a concussion and you never even said you were sorry. So while I was gone, you skipped ahead and became champ right under my nose because of an injury you caused me… He shakes his head again. Zack Lifer: All I’m saying is, if I haven’t gotten injured like I did? I’d be in your spot before you even saw Adrien in person. Zero grits his teeth and never takes his eyes off Lifer. Zero McHannon: I’ve been done with the manipulation a while ago, from you and Heather. Yes, you and me came into this company with a goal, but what did we really accomplish with that goal? Not a damn thing, man. All the White Nights became were just another group giving excuses for their actions and trying to make it seem like we were the ‘good guys of wrestling’. We weren’t even close, Lifer. What did you want me to do? Put my wrestling career on hold because you got injured? You’re acting like I was the one to do those things to you when I was the one who always had your back! Tell me, what did you or the White Nights ever really do for me? Everything I’ve done, was on my own. That’s the facts of it all. I’m sorry it’s not what you wanted to hear, but that’s the truth. You didn’t have the heat that Adrien and me had, but I won’t stand here and say you can’t have your own moment… But if you ever threaten me and my title again, you better come back with damn better answer on why you deserve it over everyone else who has busted their ass from day one like I did! Zack Lifer: So did I, Zero. Don’t keep undermining the stuff I’ve done in EXODUS. I’ve beaten some of the best alongside you and now you’re acting like it never happened? Zero McHannon Key words there… ‘alongside you’. I won this World Championship on my own. I’m the one that went through the Iron Man Match at Autumn Effect for what I wanted. Zack Lifer: Yeah, after you left me to get injured by both Lasie and Spirit Z. You were in that War Games match too, remember? But did you stop him from nearly snapping my leg? No. You didn’t. You let it happen both times. And now you’re reaping the benefits. Zack points to his World Championship as Zero stares blankly in return. Zero McHannon: I speared Lass through the cage… You became a s’more at a boyscout open fire. I never let any of those things happen, this is wrestling. You’re the one who pissed those people off bad enough to try and hurt you like that. I did everything I could to try and make us shine as a unit, and you know that. Granted, it was for my own behalf, but I didn’t do it all for myself. Watching you manipulate person after person is what turned me away from that ‘goal’. You’re just pissed I quit being one of those people, Lifer. Zack Lifer: I’m not pissed. I’m… upset you stopped being my friend. He hangs his head down to the floor, watching his shoelaces. Zero McHannon: Oh dear God, man… Not this, not here, and not right now. Zack Lifer: Shut up! Just shut up! I had it up to here with your holier than thou speeches, Zero. This is just your way of being entitled, like that gold I’ve been craving for years has somehow made you forget who you really are! Me and you fought together, ruled together! We were making waves before some people even remembered our names! And now you wanna claim that you earned that title? Nuh uh! I deserve it. I’ve fought my ass off every single week and all you’ve done is get pushed higher up the card because of your heat with Adrien! He nearly growls, looking all around before targeting Zero again. Zack Lifer: So, now we have heat. Now I’m just like him. Do I get my title shot now?! Zero looks at Lifer with disgust as he put his earphones back in, walks up to him, and holds up the World Championship. Zero McHannon: If you want a shot… Earn it. Impress someone else besides me. That’s about all I have left to say to you. He throws the title back over his shoulder and continues to his locker room, leaving Lifer alone, and disappearing around the corner. Zack shakes his head quickly once again before shadow boxing once again, a repeat performance of what he did to Cannon. He lets out a shout, making a running Forced Suicide once again to the imaginary man in front of him, a smile on his face. Zack Lifer: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the International Champion and the NEEEEW WOOOOORLD CHAMPION…. ZAAAAAAAACK LIIIIIFEEEEER! Fade to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 12:27:32 GMT -6
And we're back from commercial! Backstage, moments before bell time, Seymour Almasy is caught by EXODUS Pro cameras. With the curtain mere feet in front of him, he takes a moment to address the camera – and by extension, the world. Seymour Almasy: Tonight is about something larger than just myself and Magnus Gunner. We're a microcosm for fights that are occurring in our chosen profession every single day. This battlefield, though, is EXODUS, and my debut here is against the most maniacal force in this company's year long history. There's a touch of the solemn in his voice as he nods his head, knowing well what he is up against. Seymour Almasy: Tonight is about proving that I will not yield an inch from the task I have appointed myself. Magnus Gunner, tonight you and I cross blades for the first time with a berth in the Honor Cup on the line. Bring your guile and every ounce of skill that you have. Bring your Gods & Monsters compatriots. I will bring the indomitable will that has made me famous around the world over the past decade. One of us will win, the other will lose, but I have no delusions that tonight will be the final encounter between us. The Judge Magister stretches out briefly, arms and legs, all the while still focusing on the camera and the task at hand. Seymour Almasy: Only a delusional man would guarantee victory over an athlete of your caliber, Magnus. EXODUS Pro, top to bottom, is full of the best athletes in the world, and any such guarantee would be a fool's errand. I will, however, promise you one thing, Loaded Pistol. By the end of this contest tonight, you will know what it is you are up against. I'll see you out there. With those final words, we go back up to our intrepid commentary team! Dick Morosi: On a night with SEVENTEEN MATCHES, EXODUS fans, we've got yet another doozy for you. It's the in-ring debut for EXODUS of Seymour Almasy, taking on the leader of Gods & Monsters, Magnus Gunner, in a qualifier that is going to have IMMENSE ramifications for Block B of the Honor Cup. Seth Ericson: Damn straight, Dick. There are a lot of people – myself included – who think that Magnus can run the table in Block B if he gets past Almasy tonight, and given a possibility of thes both being in the block, that'd be no small feat. Seymour Almasy comes to EXODUS Pro with a career's worth of accomplishments, but this is something of a grudge match for him, and he's going to have to keep his eyes on the prize. Dick Morosi: True indeed, but I do think the time limit works in Almasy's favor here. He likes a fast pace, while Gunner is much more methodical and sadistic in his techniques. As long as Gunner keeps the time limit in mind, though, whichever of these two athletes can keep the pace at his desired speed is moving on to the Honor Cup proper. Let's go up to our ring announcer, David Zinkus, and see who that athlete will be! As if on cue, the camera catches EXODUS' intrepid ring announcer, dead center of the squared circle, microphone in hand. David Zinkus: This contest is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit, and it is an HONOR CUP QUALIFIER! Introducing first at this time! 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, 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, making his debut this evening...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: He's getting one Hell of an introduction by fire here, Dick. I'm hard-pressed to remember any newcomer to EXODUS Pro being given a task as difficult as the Loaded Pistol. Magnus Gunner, for all his misanthropic psychosis, is a Goddamned good professional wrestler. Dick Morosi: Absolutely, but so is Almasy. The powers that be wouldn't have made this match if they didn't think our new Judge Magister could handle it. The wondering about the fortunes of Mister Almasy, though, fade with three simple words. David Zinkus: And, HIS OPPONENT! A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is shined on by red light, the house lights dimming and filling the arena with darkness. The crimson hues float over the entryway and ramp, absorbed by the somewhat blank canvas of the squared circle. Suddenly the tranquil and quiet ambiance in the arena is poisoned by the sound of "The Quiet Place" by In Flames which rumbles onto the P.A. system. The aforementioned arena is quickly filled with boos and waves of hatred filled jeers as the curtains begin to sway ever so slightly; all eyes feast themselves upon the said commotion at the entryway, followed by a sudden increase in the crowd's negative uproar which signals the emergence of the Loaded Pistol. David Zinkus: Fighting out of Detroit, Michigan, he stands at six foot-four inches tall, and weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty pounds! Representing GODS & MONSTERS, he is "The Loaded Pistol" MAGNUS GUNNER! “Spinning further deeper
I know you're out to try me
I'm not in this to be a slave
I push the dirt
Make me feel
Locate what swallows life
Night bird you build my world”
"..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes" As his name echoes through the venue, the velvet curtains are ruffled from their suspension with the brushing of white hockey-tape covered hands. Magnus is revealed to the teaming masses of humanity with a pair of black knee pads and boots, along with a pair of denim shorts and a Stone Temple Pilots T-shirt, half soaked with water that drips from his jet black locks. Gunner stands still and tall at the apex of the ramp, his face black, his wavy hair covering his face as his head hangs askew whilst he poses in the crucifix. Magnus begins to march down the aisle, removing his shirt and carelessly tossing it to the floor in the process as he proceeds to walk with a slow, methodical, fatigued-appearing amble, with his shoulders relaxed and arms dangling loosely, his weight shifting from foot to foot to cause him to somewhat sway - idiosyncrasies that go unmatched yet unnoticed to the untrained eye. "Judge me now
Used to be afraid to let it show, bow down
A king in my own mind
Everything's in place so much brighter from today" Gunner knees up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle. His head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch a top the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral, twisted, demented thoughts and plans he intends to carry out to torment his adversary. "Drown the monster
Make all bad dreams go away
Whatever it takes to keep your hands free
Open scars, the quiet place
All the bridges fall to the ground and you say you sacrificed"
"..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes" Magnus climbs down from the corner and drops down into the ring, his feet landing on the canvas with a slight thud. He slowly backs into the corner and crouches slightly, his cold-blooded eyes unblinking as his theme fades away. Dick Morosi: That, right there, is an intimidating man. Seth Ericson: Agreed. If I'm the others in Block B, I hope Almasy pulls this one out. I'll take my chances with the guy I don't know over the monster I do. Both competitors go nose-to-nose, with the official of record simply calling for the bell and letting this show get on the road. HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
MAGNUS GUNNER vs. SEYMOUR ALMASYDING DING DING! Magnus braces for an attack at the bell, just as Almasy feints his jump spinning roundhouse kick, leaving the two men essentially glaring at one another. Seymour nods, briefly, before firing off a snapping kick towards Gunner's leg. Magnus eats the first, but checks the second, stepping in to lash out with a big forearm smash to the jaw. Two more follow, and the Loaded Pistol shoots the Judge Magister into the ropes. Looking for another forearm, Gunner strikes, but Seymour baseball slides between the legs, nipping up quickly behind Magnus, and catching him as he turns around with a dropkick, high on the chest. It sends Gunner tottering backwards a bit, and quick as a flash, Seymour is up again with a second dropkick. This time, he pegs Magnus full on the jaw, and the leader of Gods & Monsters hits the deck, rolling free of the squared circle to collect his thoughts. Dick Morosi: Quick opening flurry from both men, but Almasy with the early advantage. Seth Ericson: Gunner's done his homework, though. Almasy loves to come out of the gate with that jump spinning roundhouse kick he calls the Sword of Mana, but opted to leave it in the toolbox this time. Very few people in EXODUS research opposition as well as Magnus, and he has ten plus years of Almasy footage at his disposal for scouting purposes. Gunner barely lets the referee get to a count of four before he rolls back into the ring. Quick to his feet, Magnus catches Seymour trying to press the advantage, jacking the Judge Magister's jaw with a STIFF European uppercut that gets oohs from the crowd. Almasy reels backwards, but Magnus moves forward and pulls him into another big European uppercut. Grabbing a handful of hair to keep Seymour standing, Gunner ignores the official's warning and pops off a third, dropping Seymour to the canvas like a shot. Dick Morosi: Another variable we didn't mention – disqualification here does Gunner no good, and it would do him even LESS good if he makes it past Almasy tonight. Disqualification in an Honor Cup group stage match means forfeiting the remainder of the stage. Seth Ericson: Gunner does have a temper on him, but he's also veerrrryy good at skirting the rules. Bending them, but not breaking them. The Loaded Pistol wears a predatory grin as he picks the teacher of his once-partner back up to a vertical base. Hooking the front facelock, Gunner snaps Almasy down to the canvas with a textbook swinging neckbreaker. Moments later, Almasy is rolled over, and Magnus has the cover, a forearm driven into Seymour's face for good measure. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Two count for Gunner in the first near fall of the contest. Seth Ericson: And if the match stays at this cadence, there'll be a lot more of them coming. Once again, Gunner picks Almasy up, shifting his attention to the once Final Fantasy's left arm, capturing it with a full arm drag and twist. Using his free arm, Gunner drives his elbow down over Seymour's elbow, prompting a shout of pain. Before Gunner can do it again, Almasy drives his foot backwards sharply, connecting with Gunner's shin. A second such strike breaks the arm wringer, and gives Almasy a bit of distance with which to work. Gunner moves in, only to eat a snap side kick to the gut that doubles him over, giving Seymour time to bounce off the far ropes and peg Magnus in the side of the head with a lightning fast front dropkick. As Magnus falls, Almasy is on him, diving over him and securing the Oklahoma Roll in the process! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Almasy with the two there on the rollup – to me, that's a sign he IS focused on getting the W tonight, and not simply trying to punish Magnus Gunner. The Loaded Pistol comes up from the nearfall looking rather nonplussed. SMACK! And then he promptly slaps Seymour Almasy across the face, a sadist's gleam in his eye. “OOOOHH!” Seth Ericson: You may be right – and I think Gunner realized it, too! He WANTS this to be a fight, a brawl. Almasy's a Hell of a wrestler, but his chances in a brawl with Magnus Gunner are slim and none! To the Monster's chagrin, though, Almasy simply absorbs the slap, his cheek stinging red from the impact of the blow, as he slowly shakes his head. Magnus contemplates this for one moment, then winds up for another vicious slap – his first mistake of the contest, as it turns out. FLYING TRIANGLE ARMBAR!Wait, what? Yeah, that's right – as Magnus executes the slap, Almasy grabs hold of the slapping arm, and leaps up, managing to secure his legs around the head of the Loaded Pistol and eases himself to the canvas, trying to work both the choke and armbar halves of the double-threat submission tactic. Magnus, for his part, doesn't panic – not even as the legs around his neck begin to tighten. There's a counter for this, and it starts with the much larger Gunner using raw power to elevate the Judge Magister. With Almasy astride his shoulders, the armbar is largely ineffectual, but Seymour struggles to tighten the choke. Until, that is, Magnus charges forward three paces and obliterates him in the corner with a fall-forward bucklebomb! Dick Morosi: Good LORD! Almasy's head just snapped back off the top turnbuckle! Seth Ericson: That's one way out of that predicament! Gunner using the size advantage to break free and deliver a HUGE tide-turner in this qualifer! Just as Gunner begins to drag Seymour from the corner, the intrepid Mr. Zinkus makes himself known. Why, you ask? David Zinkus: Five minutes have elapsed in this contest! Ten minutes remain! With one-third of the contest in the books, Gunner looks to ratchet up the intensity. Hoisting Almasy across his shoulders, the Loaded Pistol walks to mid-ring before PLANTING Seymour with a Death Valley Driver, the second high impact move from Gunner in as many moves. Almasy convulses on impact, and Gunner quickly capitalizes, hooking the leg deep as the official drops to count. ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Magnus back in firm control of this contest! Seth Ericson: As long as he can just keep dropping these high impact bombs, Gunner has this contest on lockdown. Almasy needs a flurry, he needs to keep the distance, and above all else, he CANNOT let Magnus Gunner stay on top of him like this. Magnus, by contrast, seems perfectly happy with the pace, and picks Seymour back up. A rear waistlock ensues, with Gunner looking for a big German suplex, but Almasy manages to put the brakes on by elbowing Magnus in the face. Two more break the grip of the leader of Gods and Monsters, and Seymour goes inverted, scoring with a Pele-style kick to the face! Gunner falls back to the canvas, and the battered Almasy quickly makes his way over to the corner, ascending the turnbuckles, and waiting for the madman to rise. Dick Morosi: Almasy looking to take his first chance of the contest here! Seymour flies, moonsaulting at the Loaded Pistol. Magnus realizes too late, and tries to backpedal, but eats a knee to the dome from the backflipping Almasy! Seymour crashes to the canvas, but it's Magnus who is the worse for wear. Seymour quickly crawls over, flinging himself across Gunner for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT LOADED PISTOL! Magnus gets the shoulder up at two, prompting Almasy to stand, leap, and DRIVE both knees into Gunner's sternum. With Gunner in agony, Seymour “helps” Magnus back to his feet. Looking for higher-impact offense, Almasy grabs hold of the Gunner's wrists, and then leaps, driving both knees into the back of Magnus with a crucifix-style Lungblower! Dick Morosi: Just as quick, the tide turns back! Almasy's got the Loaded Pistol rocking and reeling! To Gunner's credit, though, he is on the move, fighting his way back up to his feet, trying to shake off the consecutive blows to his back and ribcage. Seymour, though, is measuring Gunner, and as he stands, Almasy surges forward, spinning into the gambit he opted not to use at the start of the match. SWORD OF MANA! … CAUGHT BY GUNNER! Indeed, Magnus sees the jump spinning roundhouse coming, and plucks the kick out of the sky. Almasy struggles to get one foot back underneath him, and is stuck hopping around as Magnus grins broadly...before tugging Almasy's foot forward into a VICIOUS lariat that turns the former Final Fantasy inside out! Seth Ericson: Gunner's been the better striker all match, and now, it's gonna pay dividends! Almasy is virtually dead-weight as Christum Furor pulls up his adversary, claps on a front-facelock, elevates and drives him head-first to canvas in the one fluid motion known as the... MAGNUS DRIVER! Gunner growls, briefly clutching at his ribcage before rolling the Judge Magister to his back, allowing for the cover. ONE! TWO! THR—NO! SHOULDER UP AT THE DEATH! Dick Morosi: Almasy alive in this thing, but only just! Gunner's come out here with a good gameplan, and has kept the speedy Almasy grounded for virtually the entire contest! Seth Ericson: The man is LEGIT. No titles to his name yet, but he's one of the five best on our roster, bare minimum. Him being crazy and having an army at his back makes us forget that sometimes, but it's true. Big time true. Gunner drags a thumb across his throat, stalking Seymour as he wearily struggles his way up to his feet, trying gamely to remain in the fight. As he struggles, though, we get another reminder from David. David Zinkus: Ten minutes have elapsed in this contest! Five minutes remain! The Loaded Pistol elevates Almasy, holding him for what looks likely to be a brainbuster, but Seymour knees Gunner in the head on the way up. The shot is enough to force Gunner to drop Seymour, and the Judge Magister lands on his hands and knees. Seth Ericson: Gunner's got three weapons! Lithium, the Pursuit of Happiness, and the Butterfly Effect, and you've got to think he's going for one of them here! It takes the Pistol but a second to choose, hooking Seymour in a front facelock, and setting up the lift for the Northern Lights Bomb. He gets Seymour just up off the ground, but Almasy quickly laces one of his legs around that of Gunner to block, Seymour's weight and the sudden shift catching Magnus off guard as Seymour twists him up and over with a quick small package! ONE! TWO! THREEKICKOUTTOOLATE! DING DING DING! Dick Morosi: Wait, three! That was three, wasn't it? Seth Ericson: Yes, it was! I don't believe it, but the ref's got three fingers up! Gunner broke out of the small package a split second too late, and he is IRATE! An almost-stunned looking Almasy has his hand raised in victory, as David Zinkus does his solemn duty. David Zinkus: Your winner of this contest, at a time of ten minutes, forty-eight seconds, SEYMOUR ALMASY! As Almasy soaks in the moment, he realizes something is wrong: namely, he can't see Magnus Gunner. What that means? THWACK! Blindside chairshot, courtesy of Wrestling's Only Genius. Hitting Almasy high on the back, it drops the Judge Magister like a shot. Magnus is on him almost instantly, shifting the chair to a vertical grip, and taking careful aim at the left shoulder of Almasy. Raising the chair, Gunner DRIVES it down point-first into Seymour's shoulder, prompting a scream of pain. A second blow follows, as does a third, before a sneering Gunner tosses the chair aside, sitting astride Seymour's back and pulling back and up on the injured wing with his patented Comfortably Numb! The official in the ring waves frantically to the back for help, and a phalanx of officials come spewing out from behind the curtain as an uncaring Gunner CRANKS down on the hold, Seymour's screams of pain echoing throughout the RIMAC. Dick Morosi: Gunner's lost the battle, but he's going to try and win this war! There are FIVE referees out there trying to tear him off of the Judge Magister! Seth Ericson: Good luck with that! Gunner's an unstoppable human being in the best of times! In spite of the official's efforts, it is Magnus himself who finally simply stops and releases the hold. The leader of Gods & Monsters looks down at Almasy with a superior grin, shaking his head as he takes his leave of the ring. That leaves Almasy, surrounded by officials as he clutches at his left shoulder, working his way up to a seated position to glare at Gunner as he retreats up the aisleway. Dick Morosi: This doesn't seem over, folks. Not by a longshot, but Almasy's got to focus on the Honor Cup for the time being. Seth Ericson: Assuming Gunner didn't just torpedo his chances of doing well in it before it got started! Going into a format like the Honor Cup with ANY sort of weakness practically begs for it to be exploited! With the help of the referees, Almasy manages to make his way to his feet. Victorious in his first match, and yet, the Judge Magister's introduction to EXODUS Pro Wrestling can't quite be considered a success. If he had entertained the thought for a split-second that Magnus Gunner would be a quickly disposed of task, that thought had to be dashed into a thousand pieces. Dick Morosi: While they help Seymour Almasy out, let's take a commercial break. WINNER: SEYMOUR ALMASY |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 12:16:50 GMT -6
We come back from commercial with a big reminder... Battle Without Honor or Humanity
1/27/14
Tokyo, Japan
LIVE ON iPPV! We cut back to Dick & Seth, looking excited! Dick Morosi: We're going back to Korakuen Hall on January 27th! Seth Ericson: I'M GOING TO EAT SOME GOOD FOOD AND GET ME A GEISHA! Dick Morosi: That's sort of racist, Seth. Seth Ericson: You ever watched half of the shows on FX? That's tame. Dick Morosi: Well played. Can it be as well played as the next match? Papa Arino, for all his help, has been granted an Honor Cup qualifier from Nicholas Gray as he meets Cthulu Jones, Private Eye...and it's next! 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 his shirt and slacks beneath. He shakes hands with both the referee and announcer, before heading back to his corner to wait, rolling his sleeves up as he does David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Ril... Rel... Rl... somewhere..., weighing in at 200lbs... CTHULHU JONES! And his opponent... Rocket Dive by hide begins to play, Papa Arino steps out onto the ramp followed by Nicholas Gray. The crowd goes wild for the popular older man, who is dressed in standard wrestling tights and showing off an youthful physique for his age. He strides to the ring, waving to the crowd as he goes. He climbs into the ring, between the second and top ropes, where he bows to the referee, and then the crowd. David Zinkus: Fighting out of Osaka, Osaka, Japan, weighing in at 218lbs... PAPA ARINO! HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
CTHULHU JONES vs. PAPA ARINOThe bell rings, and the two men move to the centre of the ring. Cthulhu extends a hand for a handshake. Papa looks down at the hand, for what feels like an eternity, before facing back up to Cthulhu. Slowly, he reaches out with his hand, but just before the hands touch Papa reaches up and slaps Cthulhu! Cthulhu steps away, rubbing his cheek, whilst Papa lets out a loud, boisterous laugh. Seth Ericson: Well, the match between these two oddballs is underway. I think that slap caught everyone unawares. Cthulhu comes back to Papa, reaching for a lock up, but Arina holds his hands up. He extends his hand, for a handshake. Cthulhu views it suspiciously, looking about him. With the crowd egging him on, he timidly extends his hand, only for Papa to reach out at the last moment, and slapping him on the other cheek. Jones recoils like he’s been shot, rubbing his other cheek, as Arino laughs once more. Dick Morosi: I really would have thought Cthulhu would have learned his lesson the first time, there. Papa walks to Cthulhu, and takes him by the shoulder, spinning him around. Jones is ready for it though, and kicks out with a wild boot. Arino smiles, and with ninja like precision catches the boot. Jones goes for an Enzuigiri, but the veteran ducks, keeping hold of the boot. Dick Morosi: Papa Arino showing why he’s a force to be reckoned with here. Arino pushes the boot away, but Cthulhu spins on his toes, and catches Papa off guard with a Dragon Whip! Seth Ericson: God, where the hell did that come from? Arino shakes out the cobwebs as he hits the deck, and quickly gets back to his feet. Papa charges, going for a Lariat, but Cthulhu bends backwards with a Matrix Dodge. Papa stops running, and looks back in surprise as Jones stands bolt upright. Cthulhu just looks at him and shrugs. Dick Morosi: Arino is beginning to look annoyed out there. This isn’t going the way he planned. Papa charges once more, and Cthulhu hits the deck, doing the splits as Arino leap frogs over him. Cthulhu rolls backwards, as Arino vaults over the top of him. Papa comes off the ropes once more, and charges with his shoulder low. Cthulhu sees it coming, and rolls over Arino’s back, hitting a modified Low Dropkick to the back of Papa’s knee as rolls off. Seth Ericson: I have no idea what the hell that was, but it’s put Arino down! Arino kneels on the mat, as Cthulhu charges seamlessly into the ropes. Papa turns to face him, still on one knee, only for Cthulhu to use the knee for leverage to crack Arino across the face with a massive Yakuza Kick! Dick Morosi: I’ve got down on this sheet of paper that Cthulhu calls that move Gumshoe. And very effective it seems. But he’s not going for the cover? Seth Ericson: I think Cthulhu knows that Papa is a tough old piece of leather, and it’ll take more than one big move to keep him down. Cthulhu sprints to the turnbuckle, leaping to the top in a single bound. As soon as his feet kiss the top turnbuckle he springboards backwards, turning over in the air with his knees outstretched, before hitting Papa just as he’s stirring with a picture perfect Moonsault Double Knee Drop. Dick Morosi: CASE CLOSED! CASE CLOSED! That’s got to be it. Cthulhu rolls Papa up, as the referee makes the three count. ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by way of pinfall... CTHULHU JONES!!! Dick Morosi: The crowd are stunned, and so am I. It appears that Cthulhu Jones, the oddball Private Eye who has been haunting the backstage are for months, has a surprising amount of wrestling talent. Cthulhu is stood in the ring, hand out stretched, helping the older man to his feet. As soon as he does, he raises Papa’s hand to the crowd. As they cheer the display of showmanship, he returns to his corner, fishing a rolled up cigarette out of one of his coats pockets, and lighting it with an ornate Zippo lighter, taking a long drag as the crowd cheers. Dick Morosi: In his first official match, Cthulu Jones wins and advances on to the Honor Cup! Let's go backstage, where I've been told Tom Matheny is standing by with Shinji Uchikawa. WINNER: CTHULHU JONESIndeed, we cut backstage, and Shinji Uchikawa is with Tom Matheny. Still in his gear, along with an EXODUS Pro t-shirt, he looks at Tom, where he seems uneasy to speak. Tom Matheny: I'm standing here backstage with Shinji Uchikawa, who requested this time strangely enough. Shinji nods and asks for the microphone, Tom handing it to him. Shinji Uchikawa: Jerry Matthews...you...no...HONOR! You destroy! You take! You are plague, not holy man! I have seen your deeds. I want you in that ring...two weeks! I will teach you honor, avenge my senpai. You will see...you will have war. I swear it. Shinji, for the first time in his EXODUS career looks...upset. And as he scowls at the camera, we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 12:03:05 GMT -6
Standing backstage within the interviewer area after the commercial break, microphone in hand, dapper shirt and pants, an attempt at an award winning smile and the kind of personality that clearly says he hasn’t met the mother of his kids just yet. Of course, we’re speaking about Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m supposed to actually be having Chris Strike join me to talk ab- “Whoa there, chief…” Matheny glanced over to his left, as the camera pans back…focusing on a slender and rather tall man with short, curly black hair, brown eyes and a five o’clock shadow holding a guitar case while wearing a leather jacket (with a Van Halen t-shirt), denim jeans and old Chuck Taylor’s. He managed a small smile, as he placed a hand around Matheny’s right shoulder, as he looks on curiously. Tom Matheny: Um…I’m sorry, but…you’re not Chris St- “Yeah, yeah, I know. Well, Chris is a smidgen busy checking up on things.” Tom Matheny: …I’m sorry, you are? Gavin Krauser: The name is Gavin Krauser, good sir. I just recently got hired, but me and Chris go back a few years. I used to work for him as a bartender at his Gastro-Pub in Tampa, back when he and Lyn Dallins owned it. Did a bit of wrestling during that time too, and just…well, that part didn’t work out. But nevertheless, I kinda saw an opening for a job and ended up applying for it. Tom Matheny: So, you’re a new hire. Okay. Are you wrestling for EXODUS Pro now? Gavin Krauser: Oh no, no, no…as I said, I used to do it, but I’m not the biggest fan of it. Decided I’m much better being an entertainer, really. Tom Matheny: Wait…so, if you aren’t wrestling and yet, you just got a job here. Gavin sighs, placing an arm around Matheny. Gavin Krauser: Oh, don’t you worry about a thing, chief. I’m here to entertain. I’m also here to do a very important job. See, at some point in their lives, everybody and their mothers wish that they could have a soundtrack playing behind them. Be it a favorite song or some sort of inspirational, catchy theme to push through the gym…well, I am that guy. I am that soundtrack. I am the six-string symphony that EXODUS Pro’s Owner Nicholas Gray and the Graytourage has needed for so long…and by the Gods, I am the symphony that EXODUS Pro deserves. Matheny blinks. Not one. Not two. Not three. But four times. Tom Matheny: So…you’re telling me that you’re an official soundtrack guy? Gavin Krauser: Yes. That’s exactly it. I play the guitar. And I make art with it. Tom raises his eyebrows, which Gavin notices in full, as he lets go of Matheny. Gavin Krauser: Look, I know you have your doubts and all…so, instead of just talking about it, let’s get this done properly, shall we? Gavin reaches behind him and removes the strap from his guitar case, carefully setting it down before opening the case and bringing out a BEAUTIFUL cherry red Harrison-Clapton 1957 Les Paul Standard. "Lucy," if you will. The kind of guitar that emanates a presence that only those who are bold and talented should touch it, let alone be anywhere near it. Gradually, Gavin places the case aside and brings out the guitar, strapping it on and adjusting it for a brief moment before clearing his throat. Gavin Krauser: And on that note, we cue the music… No guitar pick needed, Gavin literally begins to bust out the riff to Eric Clapton’s “Layla” and following suit with it, as Tom Matheny stares in awe as he continues to play accordingly…the cameras gradually fading elsewhere as they watch Gavin do a power slide across the hall WHILE still playing. This brings us back out to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: I wonder if he knows any Fleetwood Mac... Seth Ericson: I'm lovin' this guy! More music! Dick Morosi: You want more music? It's the perfect time for that with this Honor Cup qualifier! It's The Dropkick King Adrien Cochrane wrestling against the debuting Brett Sands next! "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: The next match is an Honor Cup Qualifier, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Cincinnati, Ohio, this is Brett Sands! 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. Seth Ericson Brett Sands or should I say, “Big Brother”, has a grand opportunity in front of him. A chance to qualify for the Honor Cup, and defeat the former World Champion awaits him. He’s very capable of doing just that. Dick Morosi: But don’t forget the capabilities of the man he’s slated to face. He is in fact, as you alluded to, the FORMER EXODUS World Champion, and is looking to reach the pinnacle of this company again. he 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… Seth Ericson: And speaking of the devil 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: And his opponent! 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! Dick Morosi: Adrien seems to be in top form tonight. He’s focused, and itching for a fight. You can see that hunger and determination in his eyes. He wants to recapture that World Title, and that journey starts tonight! Seth Ericson: Yeah, well Brett Sands will determine how long of a journey it is. 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. HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
ADRIEN COCHRANE vs. BRETT SANDS“DING!”
“DING!”
“DING!”Dick Morosi: Well there goes the bell Seth, and these two are ready to get things started. Hammer meets metal three times, signaling the start of the match. Adrien cracks a smile at Sands, who in turn, cracks a confident, smug grin of his own. The two suddenly advance to the center of the squared hell, locking in a collar and elbow tie. Not long after does the Ohioan grab Cochrane’s arm before spinning under it, whilst twisting the aforementioned limb and hyperextending the elbow. The former World Champion winces slightly from the deceptively painful grapple, but his composure, and simply rolls forward before springing back to his feet, coercing his arm back to its neutral position. He proceeds to drop to his knees before taking his free hand and swiping at Brett’s legs as if here were chopping down a tree with an axe, taking them out from under him and dropping Sands to the canvas. The Dropkick King then attempts to mount his foe, whilst simultaneously pressing his palms against Brett’s, and entwining his fingers with his opponent's. Sands blocks the maneuver, bringing his knees to his abdomen, forcing Adrien to careen against them. In one fluid motion, Cochrane leaps backward, using his leverage to drag Sands from his supine position and back to a state of full verticality, before leaping back into air - whilst relinquishing the playground mercy hold like fingercuff, and ultimately straddling the Ohioan’s shoulders. With his legs strategically scissored around his adversaries neck, Cochrane flips backward, effectively dragging Sands off his feet and influencing him into a forward somersault. Brett lands with a thud on the mat, before quickly rolling under the bottom rope and out of the ring. He slams his hand on the side of the apron in obvious frustration; on the outside looking in, Sands locks eyes with The Dropkick King, glaring at him while Adrien claps his hands, applauding sardonically, not in approval of his foe’s performance, rather to get in his head and show him that he won’t be taken lightly. Dick Morosi: That was brilliant, great catch-as-catch-can wrestling from those two, with Adrien just getting the better of Sands. That Headscissors Takedown will definitely give Sands something to think about. Seth Ericson: Sands has to keep his cool, and rethink his approach. Cochrane is quicker than a hiccup, and is a very underrated mat technician. The guy can score a pinfall from any position. Sands slides back into the ring facing no opposition, as Adrien extends an arm out as if to invite him to do so. Brett looks out into the crowd through his peripheral vision, before hissing his frustration through his grit teeth, appearing flustered by The Dropkick King in the early goings of the bout. Adrien begins shuffling fist feet, dancing in place before approaching his adversary, extending both his hands, edging on another lock-up of sorts. Brett obliges, and both competitors collide in a collar and elbow tie once more, initiating another round of muscular fortitude. Despite giving up the advantage in the strength and size department, Adrien uses his drive, determination, and lower focus of balance to back his opponent up, effectively sending Sands backpedaling into the ropes. Upon Brett’s contact with the ring cables, Cochrane releases his hold - then seizes his foe by the arm before pulling him off said cables and attempting to launching him across the squared circle. Sands has other plans however, and quickly pivots and turns to face Adrien, before grabbing by the arm, both upper and lower, and reeling him in. The two competitors embrace as Sands executes a waistlock, quickly clasping his hands together before shifting his weight behind him - dragging the Cruiserweight off his feet and tossing him overhead causing him to flip forward in complete revolution. The Louisianian crashes into the canvas with a resounding thud, and with his shoulders flattened to the canvas, Sands crawls over to his sprawled body and hooks his leg. Seth Ericson: Score one for Sands with a Belly to Belly Suplex. He won’t be outclassed and outwrestled tonight Dick, no he won’t! ”ONE”
“TWO” Adrien contorts his body, lifting a shoulder up off the canvas, and proving how shrewd and opportunistic he is, scissors his legs around the arm of his foe before quickly wrapping his hands around Brett’s face. He conjoins his hands before rolling off his back and up to a seated position, coercing his adversary onto his chest and catapulting him right onto the doorstep of defeat. As his head is pulled back, Brett’s eyes bulge and widen with fear and trepidation, as he’s captured and held captive in a nightmare from his worst dreams, and hell he can’t possibly hope to endure. The crowd erupts, standing on its feet, both cheering and looking on intently as Sands remains helplessly imprisoned in the Crossface, with his hands hovering over the mat, appearing mere seconds away from succumbing to the terrible agony and submitting. Panicking, the Ohioan reaches for the ropes, but safety and salvation proves too elusive, as the ring cables are much too far out of his reach. With the ropes no longer a viable element to use to escape, Sands raises himself up onto his knees before rolling onto his back, shiting both superstars positioning, ending up with his upper back on top of Adrien’s chest, with The Dropkick King himself beneath his foe’s massive frame with his shoulders pinned down to the mat. The referee, Dan Arnouil, slides down into position, as Sands desperately tries to force his adversary to give up his submission with a pin attempt. With the ref’s vision obstructed due to his positioning, Brett quickly reaches out and grasps the rope, clutching it tightly, looking to use it to steal the victory. ”ONE”
“TWO”Before the three count can be applied, Arnouil stops mid-stride, and catches Brett’s illegal, underhanded tactic through the corner of his eye. He quickly pulls Brett’s arm off the rope and calls for a break. As the two superstars release their grasps on one another, Adrien rolls away, completely confused as to what has transpired, contrary to Sands whose face is contorted in a similar expression of befuddlement, but not in ignorance of what’s going on, but due to the fact that he got caught cheating. Dick Morosi: Oh come on Dan, that’s got to warrant a disqualification! Seth Ericson” Sands will do anything to win a match, and he almost got away with it too, had it not been for that meddling referee, worrying about things that aren’t in his control, instead of just counting the pinfall. Dick Morosi: He’s paid to officiate a fair match, and cheating cannot be tolerated. And what good is a victory, if you have to resort to such low means to get it Seth? Seth Ericson: The only thing that matters tonight is qualifying for the Honor Cup, regardless of how you do it Dick. Sands and Arnouil exchange words, before Brett shoves him aside and suddenly charges at Cochrane. The Dropkick King exploits his feo’s impulsiveness, as he quickly trips him with a Drop Toe Hold. Adrien quickly grabs the Ohioan’s trapped leg, and climbs to his feet with it still in his grasp, before leaning over in an attempt to reach and grab the other. Knowing a Boston Crab is on the horizon, Sands shifts his position on the mat before Adrien can get a hold of it, and rolls onto his back, before lifting his free leg and kicking Cochrane in the chest. His leg strength, created from his six foot, seven inch frame is enough to drive Adrien back, sending him staggering into the corner. As he rolls back and attempts to climb to his feet, the former World Champion charges out the corner - Sands is able to get to his feet in time to attempt a Clothesline, but Adrien ducks, and quickly reaches around to wrap an arm around his foe’s head. He then sidesteps, before locking the Brett’s head in between the crook of his elbow, and the side of his body, applying a headlock which flusters the man formerly known as “Big Brother.” With his face turning a shade of purple, Sands is a complete state of discomposure, and coupled with a sense of desperation and panic, suddenly begins driving his elbow into Cochrane’s abdominal region. Much to his delight, and his foe’s chagrin, he forces Adrien to relinquish his grasp, then turns in with a forearm strike - which The Dropkick King circumvents, showing his agility, and quickness as he dashes for the ropes. Upon rebounding, he leaps into the air in athletic display, and straddles his turning foe’s shoulders, only for Sands to step forward and launch him into the corner with a vengeance. Adrien’s spine impinges the padding due to the force from the Powerbomb, and he is immediately ejected from the corner, right into the waiting arms of Brett Sands who drops him with a VICIOUS Discus Clothesline. Seth Ericson: Decapitation! He just guillotined The Dropkick King! I told you this guy Sands was the real deal! Dick Morosi: You take a calculated risk every time you leave your feet in this business, and unfortunately for Adrien, it did not end pretty. He’ll have to dig deep to comeback from that combination of moves. Sands lightly leans on the top rope in front of him, and peers out proudly over the audience. With a politician-grade smirk and raised fist, he taunts the RIMAC faithful, and breaks from his showboating - onto a much less desirable act, for Adrien. As he gags, confused to where he is, and bewildered to the surroundings of the squared circle, Cochrane attempts to pick himself up, only for Sands to calmly snatch him up by the back of his blond hair and lead him to the ropes. The nearest ringside camera backs away as Adrien is groggily left to lean over the second ring rope. Sands towers over Cochrane from behind, and quickly sandwiches his opponent in place as he leans him into the ropes themselves. He extends an arm over the rope rope and down to The Dropkick King’s face, and begins ripping and clawing at it. He doesn’t have to wait long for Dan Arnouil to step in with a five count. ”ONE!”
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“FOUR!”He finally releases Cochrane, pulling him off the ropes and tossing him to the canvas. Sands smiles boastfully as he spreads his arms to his side, looking down upon his fallen opponent. Having wasted enough time, Brett covers him. ”ONE”
“TWO”Adrien rolls a shoulder over, but Sands isn’t too disappointed by the result, having half expected his foe to keep fighting. He wasn’t interested in winning the match quickly, more than he was interested in prolonging Cochrane’s pain and discomfort. Brett stares out at the crowd for a brief moment as he knees up beside his downed foe, then climbs back to a vertical base whilst grasping a handful of the Louisianian’s hair, pulling on the roots and lifting back to his feet - but not as his own will, he was not at Brett’s mercy. Dick Morosi: Sands is in complete control. Very impressive showing thus far, if you overlook his taunting. Seth Ericson: You’re allowed to kick someone when they’re down Dick. Besides, it’s hard to be humble, when you’re as talented as Brett Sands. Look at him. He’s got World Championship material written all over him. Sands quickly belts Cochrane with a European Uppercut, before tossing him head first into the nearby turnbuckle. Adrien ricochets off and right back into Brett’s clutches, who immediately positions himself for a Back Suplex. The catch and drop is immaculately executed in one-swift movement that saw the former World Champion viciously slammed back and neck first into the canvas. Sands once again tested his foe’s resolve with a pinfall. ”ONE”
“TWO”Once again Cochrane rolls a shoulder over, keeping hope alive, and demonstrating his toughness. Sands climbs back to his feet, and quickly kicks Adrien in the ribs, sending him rolling away in pain. He watches as Cochrane scoots himself back into the ropes, and wraps both hands around the second cable as a crutch to aid his pleas. Having seen enough, the vindictive Ohioan jaunts forward and collides with his opponent, quickly and maliciously planting his knees firmly in Adrien’s ribs -be them exposed as he attempted to lift himself up. Adrien lands with a thud from a miniscule drop to the mat, losing any progress he could have made in such time. Sands stands next to battered pile of what looks to be a former shell of The Dropkick King, glancing out of the ring to the fans watching, to the faces of concern as they focus on the former World Champion below him. Brett pivots on his feet, turning his back from his subdued opponent to further taunt the audience. He receives a chorus of boos for this gesture, but the heat only widens the supercilious smirk on his facial features. He finally turns around, and focuses his attention back to Cochrane, and immediately chuckles as he observes the Louisianian’s erratic attempts at returning to a vertical base. Aided by the ropes, Adrien is able to do just that - consequently, he spurs Sands into action, as the latter charges straight for him. Shrewdly, the former World Champion pulls down the top rope, using his foe’s aggressiveness against him as Sands tumbles out of the ring and crashes down to the padded floor. Cochrane, takes a breather, breather exiting the ring and stepping onto the apron. As Brett gradually regains a vertical base, Cochrane leaps onto the top rope, before flipping backward. Amidst flight, he arches his body in violent corkscrew motion, before plummeting down across the head of his helpless adversary, leaving both competitors inert on the floor. Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane turns the tide right there Seth. That was beautiful, that was picture perfect, that was the Ace-inator! Seth Ericson: That was a huge risk is what that was. It might have paid off, but it took as much out of Adrien as it did Sands. Sands curls up on the floor in pain, his hands gingerly holding his head which had bounced off the ground upon his fall. Fans stare at him from behind the barricade, shouting obscenities and cat-calls. Cochrane himself creaks up onto his knees in realization that THAT particular diving maneuver wasn’t the smartest idea with a hand pressed at his mid-back. Regardless of his ailments and injuries, Adrien returns to standing and steps over the top-half of the steel steps, whilst rounding the corner to where Sands has crawled to. The reverberation of pain in the Ohioan’s head keeps his eyes closed, wincing still, perhaps too much. As Cochrane grabs him by the hair, Sands proves to be playing possum, and swings for his foe’s groin, but only to catch air. The instinctive retreat of Cochrane’s haunches protects his family jewels from becoming a speed bag and he straightens up to a stand. Brett’s eyes widen as his plan to cheat backfires once again, watching as his nemesis both lifts and drives a boot into his chest. Adrien repeats the kick once more, and quickly bends at the waist to retrieve his adversary from the depths of the ringside mats. The Cincinnatian grasps at his chest and staggers to his feet in scrapping of his falsified strategy. The Louisianian follows, quick to advance on his stunned foe as he slithers under the bottom rope and scrambles to his feet. Sands pivots on his spaghetti legs and the two meet in the center of the ring, Adrien keeping control of things as he scores with a toe kick to the abdomen. Brett folds in half and is shunted into the ropes behind him with his arm held in the palm of his antagonist. He is then ricocheted across the ring and makes contact with the ropes, yet holds himself at bay by underhooking the top rope behind him. His legs leave the canvas slightly with his momentum, yet nevertheless halts the Irish Whip. Even without a glance to his enemy, Sands ducks under the ropes and stands on the apron, turning his back to the ring and glancing at the fans. In arrogance, he gestures with a pointed finger to the side of his head, screaming “Not So Fast!” with a smile in reference to his reversal. He then turns back around in time to be face-to-face with Cochrane who has now closed the gap between them, his hands placed on the top rope as well. In cartoon folly, Adrien pushes the ring cable toward Sands will all his strength, then back toward him - this causes Brett, in his grip, to leave his feet and flop unceremoniously back into the ring. Dick Morosi: Adrien is done playing games now Seth. Sands lands squarely on his back and rushes to a vertical stance with Adrien stalking him from behind. Upon turning around, Brett is immediately kicked in the hamstring. Cochrane winds his leg up a second time, then strikes him again, this time in the shin, and finally for a third time, now in the thigh. Out of desperation, Brett lunges forward with a raised knee - said knee burrows into Adrien’s solar plexus, causing him to double over and suppressing his onslaught. Sands quickly grabs him by the arm, and launches him into the nearby turnbuckle. With Sands in hot pursuit, Cochrane takes evasive action, quickly running up the turnbuckle with remarkable agility, and balance before pushing himself off with his feet - he suddenly leaps backward and over the head of his incoming foe. A bewildered Sands turns around, irate and shocked by The Dropkick King’s evasion - so appalled the rushes in on impulse alone, stepping forward with a Clothesline. The light-footed Louisianian circumvents the maneuver, and ends up behind his opponent. As Sands pivots to face him in the eyes, it’s then that the former World Champion strikes, as he kips up off his lower leg and brigs it cracking against the Ohioan’s cranium with a sickening enzuigiri. The devastating assault to the side of the Heavyweight’s cranium limps his arms and legs, and sends him backpedaling into the corner where he slouches down in a daze. With haste, Cochrane charges the corner, then leaps forward and juts out his legs, driving them into Brett’s skull. The assault on his head leaves Sands collapsing to the mat in half-conscious, as he falls onto his side, then rolls onto his back. Cochrane stares at the lifeless carcass beside him, before surveying the crowd which has been enraptured by his offense. Realizing he’s in the driver’s seat, he doesn’t squander the opportunity, as he slowly rolls under the bottom rope and crawls to the corner. He slowly ascends the top turnbuckle, and upon reaching the summit, takes a brief moment to catch his breath and build suspense. Finally, he hops off his feet and springboard into the air, flipping forward and plummeting onto the supine Sands, dropping his one hundred, and ninety pound frame onto the Ohian’s chest. The arena explodes as Cochrane turns over to hook his leg. ”ONE”
“TWO”Sands bucks out of the pin attempt, objecting to his would be hindering television defeat. Dick Morosi: I thought he had him! Adrien can’t believe it either. Flight 182 connects, but it can’t get the job done! Seth Ericson: I’ll admit, even I thought it was over after that. That was Cochrane’s homerun swing right there! Adrien rises back on his knees, his hands running through his blond hair in frustration, a growl of anger rumbling from his clenched as he stares up in disbelief. Sands squirms as he hugs his abdomen, a small cough emerging. The stubborn Ohio native begins to prop himself up on an elbow with intent on regaining control of the contest, yet left fairly vulnerable to his adversary. Adrien fights through his own physical anguish and frustration, and tackles the writhing Sands. He quickly binds his arm around the middle of Brett’s throat, snaking his hand into the crux of his opposite appendage in an attempt to lock a sleeper hold. Knowing at this stage in the game, a submission could spell his doom, Sands grabs Adrien’s arms and drags him forward, sending him diving forward. Adrien simply rolls onto the mat, and springs to his feet, before lunging forward, driving his toe straight into the rising Sands’s abdomen. Bret bends slightly, his diaphragm stunned and void of operation as he gasps, giving Adrien enough time to turn around wrap his arm around his head. However, once again Brett has a counter, as he squirms and slips out of the grapple, then quickly pulls Cochrane down with a School Boy Pin. Aware of his ring positioning, he sneakily drapes his foot on the second rope, unbeknownst to Dan Arnouil who slides into position who has his back turned and makes the count. “ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE!”WINNER: BRETT SANDS"Burn" by Papa Roach continues as the crowd seems almost in silent shock over what has transpired. Dick Morosi: I can't believe what I've just seen... Seth Ericson: This guy is great! Brett Sands pulls off a major upset and gets into the Honor Cup at the expense of that boy scout Cochrane! Dick Morosi: He cheated! Seth Ericson: He was effective! Dick Morosi: While Sands celebrates, let's head backstage! We cut backstage, and the medics are working furiously to see what’s going on with Jonathan Collins’ hand after the brutal attack on it from Jerry Matthews. Jonathan is leaning back, wincing in pain as his hand remains open and practically limp from the brutality Jerry put on the trademark left hand of The Saint of Violence. He continues to try not to fidget too much to stop the medics from doing their job, but it’s when two people cut through the crowd of onlookers and other staff that people realize something big is happening here. Those two people happen to be Fiona Rourke and Sally Talfourd. Jonathan Collins: Guys, guys...I’m gonna be fine. It’s...well, I’m about damn sure it’s broken, but I’ll heal. Jonathan sighs as he looks at both of them, afraid of what’s going to happen now that he’s a little more powerless to prevent the moment from escalating. Sally, firstly, looks across the gathering at Fiona, wondering, herself, what’s going to happen. Fiona stares back. Then both of them turn their attention to the more pressing issue: Jon. Sally Talfourd: Jon, are you … Fiona races to his side, gently taking his arm up with a genuine look of consternation. Fiona Rourke: No, of course he’s not! It’s broken, didn’t you hear him? He’s hurt, Sally! Right now, he needs to get home to his family. His daughter and his fiancee. This isn’t the time or the place, Sally, so move out of the way or leave. Fiona glares daggers in the direction of Sally, keeping a hold of his arm as gently as she can so as not to hurt him further. Jonathan looks at them both, sighing as he rubs the bridge of his nose, just wanting the mess to be over with. Jonathan Collins: I just need to get a cast on this. Can we all just not do this tonight? Fiona leads Jon, cradling his arm, through the crowd that’s gathered. Everyone seems to part … except for Sally. As Jon winces in pain, Fiona glares yet again at Sally to move. Sally looks from Fiona to Jon, then steps aside. Sally Talfourd: Jon, get some rest. We’ll be lost without you. Sally rests a hand on his shoulder, then slides it down his good arm to his hand. She gently squeezes it before letting go and stepping aside. Fiona - more interested with getting Jon some help for the moment - leads him away, only once looking over her shoulder to see Sally staring after them. Jonathan Collins: Listen, don’t worry about me. You’ve got Whisper tonight and a chance to qualify for The Honor Cup. Just go out and do your thing, okay? Fiona turns her head to look back down at Jon, her head shaking. She was still shaken up by what had happened to her fiance as her eyes traveled down to stare at his mangled arm with glassy eyes. Fiona Rourke: How am I supposed to focus on my match when you’re injured like this, Jon? I can’t be anything else but worried. Jonathan Collins: I’ll heal, trust me...and Jerry’s gonna get his sooner or later, Fiona. Just go out there and do what you gotta do. I’ll support you. With a shaky breath, Fiona runs a hand through his hair before leaning down to press her forehead against his, whispering to him. She was still scared but knew the best thing to do was keep working and win her match. Fiona Rourke: Alright, I’ll go. I’ll win for you and for Madison. I promise. Jonathan Collins: You’re a trooper, kiddo. Win this and do what you gotta do. Fiona leans in, kissing his forehead and then his lips before she stands up straight, giving him a nod. Fiona Rourke: I will. I love you. Jonathan Collins: I love you too. Now let me go get myself a cast. Jonathan wraps an arm around her as he sighs, sending her off while he goes back to the medics for some help and we go back to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 12:01:36 GMT -6
E-Pro returns from commercial to Heather Halliwell on the stage, looking around at the crowd that is pouring boos down on her. Alistair Slayde had joined her during the commercial and is still trying to coax her to the back, away from the gleeful masses. Heather doesn't seem to hear him as she stands with her hands on her hips, seemingly in disbelief. Suddenly, she begins marching back down to the ring, Slayde close at her heels. She stomps her way up the ring stairs and gets back into the ring and grabs the mic from the started ring announcers hand. She orders him out of her ring. She looks around at the crowd, barely noticing that the boos had gotten louder. Heather Halliwell: I give.... And I give.... And I give.... And this is the thanks I get? This is what I get for putting my body on the line night after night, for giving you the best years if my life? Your boos... This disrespect? Heather pauses for a moment as the crowd agrees. Her face hardens and she looks as though she's about to throw a tantrum. When she speaks next, she is in fact screaming. Heather Halliwell: I DON'T NEED YOU ANYWAY! I NEVER NEEDED ANY OF YOU! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING AND ALL YOU PEOPLE ARE... YOU'RE NOTHING BUT UNGRATEFUL, INCONSIDERATE SLOBS WHO COULDN'T DO AN EIGHTH OF WHAT I DO IF GIVEN HALF A CHANCE. I'VE ALLOWED THIS LAPSE OF DECORUM TO GO ON LONG ENOUGH. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BLATANT HATRED AND JEALOUSY OF MY TALENT AND BEAUTY AND I'M NOT TAKING ANY MORE OF YOUR CRAP! She breathes heavily for several seconds. Slayde is standing behind her, eyes shut and nodding slightly in agreement. Heather lets them boo a little while longer. When she speaks again, her Texan accent is gone completely and her voice is hard, cold and devoid of the previous emotion. Heather Halliwell: You mindless, self serving drones of society just don't know what's best for yourselves. That's why I'm here, this is why you are lucky to have such a selfless, charitable queen such as myself. I'm the blessing many of you thought you'd never have. I am a kind, compassionate queen and it has come to my intention that my lenient ruling has led to this... Heather motions to the booing crowd. She shakes her head almost sadly. Heather Halliwell: It's clear to me that the time has come for me to rule with an iron fist. Play time is over and its time for your queen to tighten up control of her reign. I AM Anne Boleyn. Beautiful. Influential. Confident. Strong. A self made queen who blurred the lines drawn in her era and made history on her own. You're fun loving, country queen is dead. From this day on, you will now bend the knee to the one, true queen of Exodus... I am Heather Boleyn. Heather drops the mic and throws her arms out regally as the crowd pours boos down on her. She turns to leave the ring but Slayde stops her. He holds open the ropes for her, bowing as he does so. Heather smiles and touches his head gently before slinking through. Slayde hurries and rolls out of the ring and offers a hand. Heather takes it and walks down the ring steps regally and allows Slayde to escort her backstage as the camera cuts away to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Something about Heather Halliwell is just not right. Seth Ericson: She's snapped, Dick. This can't be good at all. Dick Morosi: And in the shadow of that, we're looking at what could be the last chance for a great tag team. It's for the Tag Team Titles, it's for Honor Cup spots...The Turks meet Trouble next! The arena lights fade to black as we look upon ringside. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Suddenly, at full volume, Can You Dig It (Iron Man 3 Main Titles) kicks in, with the entrance lights alternating between Royal Blue, and Red and White as the first 8 stings of the track play. On the final sting, pyros fire from either side of the entrance way explode, columns of sparks, as Steve Lenton, Wulf Erikssen and Stacey-X enter the arena. A Tron for the pair begins to play, short bursts of action punctuated by stills of the pair in various situations. Steve moves to the right of the entrance way, Wulf to the left, with Stacey remaining in the middle. Each man raises a solitary arm in salute to the crowd, as Stacey raises both arms to indicate both performers. David Zinkus: Introducing, weighing in at a combined weight of 481lbs, “Big L” Steve Lenton... “Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... they are TROUBLE! Both men head down the ramp, Steve with his trademark strut, Wulf giving high fives to the crowd as he passes. As they reach the ring, Stephen stops for a moment, reaching out to the sides to allow the fans to reach in and touch him, whilst Wulf slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Steve quickly climbs onto the apron, and straight up the turnbuckle, whilst Wulf runs up to the diagonally opposite corner, both men lifting their arms in salute to the crowd again. Meanwhile, Stacey walks around the ring to the teams corner. The pair then drop down into the ring, meeting in the centre where they greet each other with a chest bump, before peeling off back to their corner. Dick Morosi: As talked about earlier, this is Wulf and Lenton’s last chance against the seemingly unstoppable Turks. Seth Ericson: They are zero for three against them. They have high hopes, but I just don’t think they can do it. Dick Morosi: By the reaction of the fans here, they think they can. Seth Ericson: They know nothing. The crowd is buzzing, the excitement taking over as the anticipation builds for the coming match. Quickly, the lights die down, darkness sweeping over the arena. Two lights come to shine on the stage, waiting for the wrestlers to make their entrance. The music kicks in, and the crowd goes wild. This is a fight to the death,
Our holy war,
A new romance,
A trojan whore Then, with a burst of life, Sally Talfourd races out to the stage, waving to the crowd and a beaming smile across her face. She runs from one end to the other, getting the crowd hyped. The crowd then takes the cheering to a whole new level as Andreas Lasiewicz slowly and methodically makes his way out to the stage. He takes in the atmosphere, the cheers and the applause. Sally comes to his side, then they slap hands and head down to the ring. This is a fight for love,
Lust,
Hate, desire
We are the children of the great empire Sally slaps some fans hands on the way to the ring, Andreas focuses on the ring, rolling his wrist in his hand. At the base of the ring, the Turks come together, into a close huddle, talking their last strategy before the match. The crowd's chant starts up, gaining voice and momentum: Turks! Turks! Turks! Finally, Andreas and Sally break with a fist bump. Sally pulls herself up to the apron, then vault over and into the middle of the ring with a big wave. Andreas makes his way up the steps, steps through the ropes, and then looks out to the crowd. This is a fight to the DEATH!
We will, we will, we will rise again
We will, we will, we will rise again Dick Morosi: And an equal reaction for the undefeated Tag Team Champions. Seth Ericson: This is a forgone conclusion. The Turks don’t lose… Ever! Dick Morosi: Well, we will see. This match isn’t the traditional best of three falls. This match IS three falls. The first for pride, the second for Honor Cup qualification and the third for those glistening belts around The Turks’ waists. Seth Ericson: And they are not gonna let go of those. EXODUS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH/HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
The Turks (Andreas Lasiewicz & Sally Talfourd) vs. TROUBLE ("The Big L" Steve Lenton & Wulf Erikssen)The referee calls for the bell and it seems like the match is going to start out with Sally Talfourd and Wulf Erikssen as their respected partners exit to their corners. The pair circles each other for a short time before locking up. Wulf obviously has the strength advantage and pushes the smaller Korean down to one knee, but using her quickness she manoeuvres behind him. Wulf swings back wildly with and elbow, but Sally ducks. As he turns he is immediately met with an Implant Buster out of nowhere! She goes for the pin… Dick Morosi: Going to claim the first fall early here! Seth Ericson:Is this it? ONE… TWO… THR— And a kickout by Wulf. Sally takes a step back measuring him up as Wulf begins to rise, obviously miffed that he was hit with a patterned move so early in the game. As he gets to his feet, she runs for another one, but as she grips him, Wulf doesn’t go down. He uses his strength advantage as he grips her and throws her in the air… Dick Morosi: He flings her up! Seth Ericson: Flapjack? Dick Morosi: OH MY GOD! Seth Ericson: He flung her up in the air and nutted her as she came down! A devastating headbutt while she is in mid-air! The fans can’t believe it! Wulf with the pin now. ONE… TWO… THR— No, no, no. Kick out by Sally. Wulf doesn’t let him and climbs on top her her for some ground and pound, followed by another couple of headbutts to keep her down. He then sprints to the ropes, and after bouncing off delivers a vicious European football kick to Sally’s lower back. She winces in pain as Wulf follows with another. He scoops her up off of the mat, before sending her back down with a backbreaker. Dick Morosi: Sally is in a world of trouble now. Seth Ericson: Trouble causing Trouble! Wulf drags Sally to the ropes, tagging in his partner. He holds her up as Lenton leaps over the top rope and goes air born with Air L! Sally looks in bad shape already as Lasiewicz screams at the referee. Steve continues the assault with a quick slam, followed by a bear hug, squeezing the life out of Sally Talfourd. Dick Morosi: Sensible move by Lenton, keeping the much quicker and agile Talfourd grounded. Seth Ericson: Keep the highflyer down. Smart move. Dick Morosi: I just said that… The referee checks on Sally, but she refuses to give up. Lenton knows he has her where he wants her and with the greatest of ease. He hoists her above his head for a suplex, one arm out urging the crowd to count along with him as he flexes his muscles! ONE… TWO… THREE… Dick Morosi: What a show of strength by Lenton! Seth Ericson: The fans are chanting the count along with him! FOUR… FIVE… SIX… Dick Morosi: This is showmanship at it’s very best! Seth Ericson: I guess this is why he is the most beloved star in EXODUS right now! SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… Dick Morosi: Look out! Seth Ericson: Jeeeeezzzz! Dick Morosi: Lasiewicz just springboarded over with the Peacemaker! Seth Ericson: He got sick of the showboating! The flying kneekick from Andreas has floored Lenton! He screams obscenities at the complaining referee as he grips hold of Talfourd, carefully dragging her to his corner for the tag. As he strides back into the ring, he flips the bird at the ref as he begins to hammer away at the shaken Lenton. Lenton begins to fight back, however, and soon fists are flying left, right and centre. Neither seems to budge and in their determination the punches, making full and ferocious contact, seem to have no effect on either man. Dick Morosi: Neither is budging, and the force of those blows are unreal. Seth Ericson: I’ve never seen such fierce striking. Both are beginning to tire, the punches finally seeming to make an effect. Lenton rocks Lasiewicz. Lasiewicz staggers Lenton. Lasiewicz takes a back step and nails Lenton into the ropes. Lenton bounces back with a huge right, knocking Lasiewicz back into ropes. He comes back with a Polish Hammer, but Lenton ducks it. Big Boot from Lenton and the Krakow Native is down! But so is Lenton from exhaustion. The crowd are going wild for these two powerhouses. Dick Morosi: The fans are going wild for this exchange. Seth Ericson: And I thought people would be sick of watching the Turks against Trouble. Lenton makes it to his corner first, and Wulf dives in in a blaze of glory! He grips Andreas by the legs as he lunges for his turnbuckle. He grips the turnbuckle, but is yanked off, pulling the protective covering off of it as he is. Wulf begins pounding away at Lasiewicz, fists, elbows, headbutts, everything he has in his arsenal. Andreas is struggling to get up, his mouth bloodied by the blows. Yet a sick grin is spreading upon his face. Dick Morosi: Why has Andreas got that grin on his face for? Seth Ericson: I think that incoming from South Korean Airways has something to do with it! Sally Talfourd off of the top rope! Beautiful moonsault there! The match official declared a blind tag, Wulf had no idea. Lenton attempts to come in, but is nailed with a single leg dropkick from a fired up Talfourd. Andreas begins to stalk Wulf now, look at his eyes! Dick Morosi: Beautiful teamwork from The Turks. Seth Ericson: And we know what comes next. Dick Morosi: Unforgettable Fire from Andreas Lasiewicz! Seth Ericson: And High Hopes from Sally Talfourd! Here’s the pin! ONE… TWO… THREE!! Dick Morosi: And the first fall goes to The Turks! FALL 1 WINNER: THE TURKSSeth Ericson: They won some more pride. But this next fall is for Honor Cup qualification! Andreas tries to continue the assault, but Sally pulls him back. She grips him by the hair, muttering something to him. He shakes his head, a little disappointed but exits the ring none the less. Dick Morosi: I think Lasiewicz wanted to get right into it there. Seth Ericson: Classy move by Sally letting Trouble get back in order. But will that cost them? Wulf is slowly rising, nodding in appreciation to The Turks for allowing them to recuperate. The second fall begins the match anew. Wulf and SalTal begin to circle each other. Wulf goes for the leg, but Sal manages to hop out and pops him in the face with a sharp wheel kick. She follows it with a leg lariat, then as Wulf stumbles back a deep arm drag. Wulf is in a daze as she knocks him down with spinning head scissors. She makes the cover. ONE… TWO… No, kick out by Wulf. Sally attempts a few open strikes, but they don’t have much effect on Wulf’s tough head. She springs to the ropes and dives over with a cross body, but Erikssen squashes her with a falling slam. He recomposes himself, making the tag to Lenton. Steve begins to eye her up, he seems ready for something… Dick Morosi: Is it three o clock somewhere? Seth Ericson: Lenton is ready to pounce on Talfourd! THERE IT IS! Dick Morosi: OUCH! Right into the turnbuckle! Seth Ericson: DAMN! That turnbuckle was exposed. Sally is out! But Andreas managed a tag as she went down. Sally has rolled out of the ring now. Andreas, now the legal man has run out to check upon her. Her head had thundered off of the exposed turnbuckle, a trickle of blood pouring from her forehead. Wulf and Lenton seem generally concerned, as if they didn’t mean for that to happen. Lenton leans over the ropes, checking if Talfourd is okay as an eerie silence spreads around the crowd. Dick Morosi: Lasiewicz and the official are checking on Talfourd now. This isn’t looking good for The Turks. Seth Ericson: I’m actually concerned. Will the ref end the match here? Or will Andreas have to go it alone? Wulf rolls out of the ring, moving over to Lasiewicz as he watches over Talfourd. He reaches them… But is met with a vice like grip upon his throat. Dick Morosi: Chokeslam from Lasiewicz. I’ve never seen him do that before… Seth Ericson: That’s not Lasiewicz… That’s The Morning Star! Andreas is in a rage, going into full Morning Star mode at the sight of his fallen tag team partner. He stamps away at Wulf with ferocious intent, never relenting. Lenton leans over to grip Andreas by the hair, pulling him up to the ring apron. But as he is pulled up, he jabs The Big L viciously in the throat, making him cough as he struggles to breathe. The Krakow Native charges in, nailing Lenton with a vile Polish Hammer. Then another. And another. He just doesn’t want to stop. The ref tries to convince him to stop, but is met with a devilish glare that makes him jump right back. Lenton begins to stir, his nose bloody from the blows but is pulled right back down by The Morning Star! Dick Morosi: Lasiewicz in this mind frame is just scary! Seth Ericson: And here is the Crisis Core Crossface! That move ends not just matches, but careers! Lenton is in agony, but tries to fight the hold. Andreas is letting out a bloodcurdling roar as he wretches back. Steve looks out for his partner, but he is still out from the uncharacteristic choke slam on the outside. He tries to hold on. Dick Morosi: He is fighting desperately to stay in this. But he is in the centre of the ring with nowhere to go! Seth Ericson: He should just tap here. Honor Cup qualification is one thing, but he is risking serious injury by fighting this. Plus there is still one fall left. Dick Morosi: And that is for the titles! Seth Ericson: Exactly. Lenton finally realises what is best, and taps out. Dick Morosi: Hate to say it, but sensible move from Lenton. There was no way out of that. Seth Ericson: Turks are now five and zero against Trouble! FALL 2 WINNER: THE TURKSAndreas keeps the hold locked in however. The referee tries to reason with him, but Lasiewicz just doesn’t care. Dick Morosi: Oh, come on Andreas! The fall is over, let go of the hold. Seth Ericson: He can’t hear you, Dick. And if he could, I don’t think he would care. Andreas finally breaks the hold as he notices Sally move on the outside. He moves over to her as she stirs, picking her up gently by the head to check she is okay. She responds by nodding and calmness seems to wash over Andreas as she whispers something to him. Dick Morosi: Finally he lets go. But I’m glad that Sally seems to be okay. Seth Ericson: It was touch and go for a second there. What you didn’t see at home was a medic coming down to ringside to check on her. Now she seems to be a little more alive and is talking to her enraged partner. Dick Morosi: I don’t know what she said, but Sally has managed to calm Andreas down. Seth Ericson: I need to find out what she said, just in case he flips again. The bell is called for the third and final fall as both teams regroup. Wulf and Lenton are back in their corner, looking at each other in desperation, shaking their heads at the situation they are in. Dick Morosi: This is a difficult situation that Trouble is in. They really do have their backs to the wall here. Seth Ericson: Last Chance Saloon! Steve begins patting Wulf on the back, obviously trying to motivate his friend on one last time. Wulf seems more fired up by this, more determined than ever. Lenton begins to rally up the crowd as The Turks seem to regroup to defend their titles. Andreas is tagged out of the match, and like the previous falls, we have Sally and Wulf starting again. Wulf dives right in, knocking a slightly groggy Talfourd to the mat. She pops right back up and is soon dropped with a Discus Clothesline. Wulf is REALLY fired up right now. Falcon Punch from the Bar Room Hero! Now a Grendel Suplex! Sally is in serious trouble here! Dick Morosi: Trouble are taking over now. They know this is all or nothing! Seth Ericson: And that makes them dangerous. They have nothing left to lose! He tags out to Lenton. Lenton takes over with the Game Changer! He drops one, two, three elbows onto Talfourd… Flexes his muscles to cheers from the crowd and a jumping fourth! The crowd are willing Trouble on now, urging them to pick up just one victory over The Turks. Deadlift gutwretch from Lenton! He makes a cover. ONE… TWO… THRE- Dick Morosi: Lasiewicz charges in to break the pin! Seth Ericson: Nasty shot from him as well. His tactics have been very questionable tonight… And I like it! Dick Morosi: And it’s only making the crowd get more behind Trouble! Seth Ericson: But this has given Sally a chance to recover! Sally manages to get herself up, and in desperation nails the Danger Zone! Both are laid out for a second, but then Talfourd kips up. She leaps to the top rope, looking down on Lenton as he pushes himself to his feet. Hurricanrana from the top rope as the flashbulbs go off around the arena. Talfourd manages the tag to the fresher Lasiewicz who dives over and starts laying vicious punches to Lenton. He drags Lenton to his feet… And Lunatic High from the Polish Spirit. He goes for the cover… ONE… TWO… THR— Dick Morosi: Close kick out there! Seth Ericson: But Andreas is signalling for the end now. This isn’t going to be pretty! Lasiewicz draws his thumb against his throat. He is going to end this. He scoops Lenton up. He has him on his shoulders. Dick Morosi: This is it. Unforgettable Fire! Seth Ericson: And down he goes! Dick Morosi: Wait a minute! A reversal! A cutter like move from Lenton! Seth Ericson: And both are down now! Lenton shakes off the cobwebs from that awesome reversal as the crowd thunders on. He begins crawling towards his corner, itch by inch… And he makes the tag to Wulf! Wulf is right on the top rope! Headbutt from Beowulf! He rips off his vest and bounces off the ropes with another headbutt! Andreas is struggling to get up now. Grendel Breaker and a pin! ONE… TWO… THR— Sally breaks the pin this time. But Lenton is there and he begins brawling with her. The match has descended into anarchy! Fists and chops are flying here, there and everywhere! Lenton backs Lasiewicz into the ropes, Wulf backs up Sally. They then whip the Turks at each other. Dick Morosi: They are going to collide! Seth Ericson: No! Sally leapfrogs over a ducking Andreas… Dick Morosi: And right into a BLITZ from Lenton! Sally is down! Seth Ericson: It’s two on one, this is their chance! Dick Morosi: 6:00 from Lenton on Lasiewicz… And he bounces into Wulf! Seth Ericson: The crowd are going wild! Dick Morosi: BAR ROOM BOMB!!! Seth Ericson: Is this it? ONE… Lasiewicz is kicking! TWO… Sally is still down. THREE!!! Dick Morosi: It’s over! It’s over! Seth Ericson: I don’t believe it! Dick Morosi: The undefeated Turks are finally dethroned! Seth Ericson: Unbelievable! ‘Can You Dig It’ blasts out from the P.A system as the crowd rises to their feet. Wulf and Steve just stare at each other, wide grins of jubilation and disbelief upon their faces as they realise what they have just accomplished! There are roars from the crowd as they begin to celebrate wildly. Dick Morosi: Trouble may not have won the first fall, they may not have won the second, missing out on the Honor Cup… But damn, did they just win the final fall! Seth Ericson: And we have NEW Tag Team champions! Everyone is going mental! Dick Morosi: And Lasiewicz has the belts… This doesn’t look good… Andreas has indeed entered the ring with the tag belts in his hands. He is shaking with rage right now, his eyes bloodshot as he glares daggers into them. The music begins to fade away as the crowd grows nervous at what might transpire. Talfourd is now next to him, looking up at the furious Polish Spirit, unsure to what he is thinking. She takes what used to be her belt from him, then joins him glaring at Trouble. The Turks then look upon the Tag belts… before handing them over to Trouble as the crowd goes wild! Dick Morosi: Great show of sportsmanship there! Andreas merely nods his head, before turning and exiting the ring. Talfourd shakes both Wulf’s and Lenton’s hands before following her tag partner out of the ring. Trouble’s music strikes up once more as they climb the turnbuckles to celebrate their huge victory. FALL 3 WINNERS AND NEW EXODUS PRO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: TROUBLE
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 12:00:29 GMT -6
We return from commercial, and standing outside the RIMAC in the parking lot is Jonathan Collins. After the threat made toward his family, Collins looks absolutely angry, a baseball bat in hand.
Jonathan Collins: So it’s like this, Jerry? You couldn’t stop after Fiona knocked you out, so it’s this? Come on, asshole, it’s time!
Collins slams the bat against a garbage can, knocking it over as he looks enraged, scanning the lot for a sign of The Evangelist.
Jonathan Collins: MAN UP, MATTHEWS! TAKE YOUR MEDICINE AND I’LL LEAVE JUST ENOUGH FOR YOU TO MAKE THE MAIN EVENT!
As Collins continues to summon the presence of the by-now perennial thorn in his side, the sound of footsteps is heard. But, to Jon’s chagrin, it isn’t the good Reverend who walks out from behind a car, but Deacon Jeremiah instead. The Deacon has a wide grin on his face.
Deacon Jeremiah: What’s the matter, Collins? Something tells me you were expecting someone else.
Jonathan Collins: He send you to take his punishment? I don’t have time for this, Jeremiah. He’s got thirty seconds to take this like a man, or I swear he’s unemployed at the end of the night.
Deacon Jeremiah: Don’t worry, my dear false king. I don’t think that’ll be a problem.
Jonathan Collins: Well that bastard can go to he--
Without much warning, the loud shriek of a war cry is heard. Quickly appearing in the screen is Jerry Matthews, who runs up behind Jon and smashes him in the head with a large, gold-plated Bible. Jon goes down hard to the asphalt, favoring his head as the divine duo begin to stomp a certified mudhole into him. After a few moments, Jerry motions to Jeremiah and they both stop. Jerry bends down on one knee next to Collins, who is lying face down. Jerry opens the Bible, and reveals that all of the pages have been hollowed out, all of them having been replaced by a large brick.
Jerry Matthews: What they say really is true, Jon. This book really does contain something for everyone.
Jerry motions to the the Deacon, who then picks up the staggered EXODUS Pro Director. The Deacon attempts to hold Collins steady, but is shocked when Jon adeptly steps on one of his feet, and then levels him with an elbow directly in the groin. Jeremiah’s grip is subsequently broken as he begins to favor his family jewels. Jerry sees this latest development, and tries to once again level Jon with the Bible. Jon ducks, and Jerry turns around to meet a right hand directly in his jaw. The Bible hits the ground with a loud clang, and Jerry staggers backwards. Jon moves forward and nails him with a few more ferocious right hands. Jon then tries to nail him with a clothesline, but Jerry ducks. Jon turns around, preparing a ZERO Hour Backfist, but instead of striking the pastor’s skull, to his misfortune, his fist only collides with the brick-bearing Bible that Jerry has recovered. Upon impact, Jon lets out a loud scream of pain before being floored by a tackle from behind by the recently recovered Deacon. As the two of them continue to attack Collins, Jerry reaches into his pocket and produces a pair of handcuffs.
Jerry Matthews: Hold him!
Jeremiah complies and holds him as the two drag him over to a nearby chain link fence, Matthews starting to cuff him to the fence as Jon tries to kick them away to protect himself. Alas, Collins is one man against two, and the fight is lost as Jon’s wrist is bound to the fence.
Jerry Matthews: It’s time that you reap what you have sown, Collins. Vengeance shall be mine.
Jerry and the Deacon head off screen, and Jon continues to try and escape, repeatedly trying to yank himself free. But, as before, his attempts yield only failure. His eyes grow wide in shock as he hears the revving of a motor. He looks over to find a white limo emblazoned with the symbol of the Matthews Ministry on its hood about 50 feet away from his new prison. The engine continues to rev, and thick smoke begins to appear around the back tires. Suddenly, the car begins to move forward at blazing speed. The limo runs through the section of fence Jon is bound to. The section of fence catches onto the grill and Jon is dragged for a few feet before the limo comes to a stop. Collins screams out in pain again, as Matthews and Jeremiah climb out of the limo and gather around the downed EXODUS Pro Director, admiring their latest bit of handiwork.
Jerry Matthews: Throughout your reign of power, you’ve always consistently broken the holiest and unwritten of commandments. THOU SHALT NOT [censored] with GOD’S BROADSWORD!!!
He then delivers one final kick to Jon’s skull and the two walk offscreen, their task having been completed. Jon continues to favor his wrist, which is still bound to the destroyed section of fencing. The camera pans over to find the spokesman of Nicholas Gray, Papa Arino walking into the parking lot, and finding Jon in his condition.
Papa Arino: ...This not good. SOMEONE GET ASSISTANCE!
Papa runs off to find some help for his downed boss as the scene fades back to ringside.
Dick Morosi: That...that's heinous.
Seth Ericson: We've watched Jonathan Collins for years now, and I can safely say that may be one of the most cruel things I've seen happen to him. Jerry Matthews just took this to a dangerous level.
Dick Morosi: While Papa Arino gets help for Jonathan Collins, we've got a double debut coming up next. Kevin Hardaway meets Anna Molly, the winner qualifying for the Honor Cup, and it's next.
HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
ANNA MOLLY vs. KEVIN HARDAWAY
"Anna Molly" by Incubus begins to play as Anna Molly bounds out from behind the curtain and 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: Currently in the ring, from Seattle, Washington...she is AAAAAAAANNNAAAAA MOLLLLY!
Dick Morosi: Anna Molly making some waves with her early interviews and talks so far, Seth.
Seth Ericson: I'm going to keep my mouth shut, since I'm convinced she can kill me.
Dick Morosi: And if she can't, this guy just might.
The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Violence (Enough is Enough)" by A Day to Remember flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.
David Zinkus: And her opponent...from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in tonight at 229 pounds...HE IS KEVINNNNNN HARDAWAY!
Dick Morosi: Kevin Hardaway, no stranger to competition! He's got a well known reputation as he comes into EXODUS, and some have to wonder if his timing has anything to do with the arrival of the Godfathers of Wrestling.
Seth Ericson: And considering their blood feud with Hardaway, you have to wonder if they called in this tiny, violent woman to finish the job they started.
Dick Morosi: We’ll have to see as the bell sounds and this match has now started!
Kevin Hardaway quickly strikes with a leaping spinning heel kick on the head of Anna Molly. Molly is quickly back up but Hardaway is able to do a quick hiptoss on the smaller wrestler. Molly tries a dropkick when she gets right back up, but Hardaway beats her to the punch with his own dropkick.
Seth Ericson: I’d say the advantage so far goes to Hardaway.
Dick Morosi: I won’t disagree.
Molly gets her first taste of offense when she is able to counter an irish whip into a drop toe hold. She quickly adds an ankle lock to the attack, but Hardaway gets out of it just as quickly. Anna bounces off the ropes and hits a hurricanrana.
Dick Morosi: And now Molly is fighting back!
Seth Ericson: Still keeping my mouth shut. Molly gets the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR…NO!
Kevin Hardaway quickly gets his shoulder off the match. Molly is quick to lock in a sleeperhold before Hardaway can get to his feet. After Hardaway starts to fade away and gets back on the ground.
Dick Morosi: She may have him down and out after this one. Referee D’Artis Johnson is checking for the three count.
Arm up once…drops…arm up twice…drops…arm up the final time…IT STAYS UP!
Seth Ericson: Here we go!
He fights to get back up as he makes it to one knee before delivering an elbow to Molly’s midsection followed by another. Kevin pushes the hold and tries to send Molly into the corner, but she backflips off the top rope but HARDAWAY TURNS AND CLOTHESLINES HER HARD!
Dick Morosi: Well that was impressive. Cover by Kevin Hardaway.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THRE…NO!!
Anna Molly gets her shoulder off the mat. Kevin bounces off the ropes once again and tackles Anna Molly, but she somehow counters it into a small package.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREEKICKOUT!!
Dick Morosi: And Kevin is just a split second too late! The ref is calling for the bell.
WINNER: ANNA MOLLY
We cut to an area backstage, where Tom Matheny is seen walking over to a figure sitting in a chair, Kira T. Zeppeli. The despair eater is leaning his head against the wall, his uncovered eye closed.
Tom Matheny: Uhm...Mr. Zeppeli?
Kira's eye slowly blinks open, then immediately widens, as he sits up, looking around the room in confusion.
Kira T. Zeppeli: Huh. Now just where am I...
Tom Matheny: ...you're in the RIMAC. You just beat Parker Wayde? You've qualified for the Honor Cup?
Kira T. Zeppeli: Is that so...
He turns his head to look at Tom, and his eye narrows.
Kira T. Zeppeli: Matheny? What a pathetic little thing you actually ar-
He pauses, blinking. He reaches his hand up and taps the eyepiece that he wore over his eye for his match. He slowly pulls it off, looking at it with a small smile.
Kira T. Zeppeli: Ah...that explains it then....
Tom Matheny: Right...so, what are your plans now?
Kira doesn't answer, instead finding himself transfixed by the eyepiece, holding it up to look at the inside of it, eyes scanning along it. The smile grows into a grin as he stands up, pocketing it. He looks at Tom and pats him on the back.
Kira T. Zeppeli: My plans now....you'll see soon enough.
He walks off with a laugh, as Tom looks on, slightly worried, as we cut backstage to a seemingly deserted area. There are a littering of trash cans and dumpsters. From just out of shot, a blast of thick bluey grey smoke is blow into view. From here steps the grizzled figure of Andreas Lasiewicz, clad in a tailor made suit. His eyes tell a story, one that most would never want to hear, and he glares into the camera.
Andreas Lasiewicz: I shall keep this very short and sweet. I heard your little statement, Wulf Erikssen, it interested me greatly… And since this statement there has been a little change in plans. You see Wulf, yourself and Lenton have failed to defeat The Turks in three attempts now. Three times you have tried to defeat us… Three times you have failed. So it has been decided that you will have the chance to even things up, right here… Tonight! We are going to confront each other in three different falls. Now this is not your traditional ‘best of three falls’. There will be THREE falls. The first, an attempt to regain your pride. The second will be contested for Honor Cup qualification… And the third? The third will be for the Tag Team Championship. It is not my decision; I am simply the messenger… I hope you are ready, Trouble… This is your last chance to leave a mark… Because if you fail… You will never get the chance again… See you soon…
The shot cuts to a commercial.
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