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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 11:53:07 GMT -6
We're back from commercial, and Jonathan Collins is seated in his office, going over paperwork, when...well, normally there would be a knock, but Jimmy Riley simply walks in. Jimmy Riley: Let's get one thing straight; next time you want to call White Phoenix and tell him where he can find me...you tell me. Got it? Jonathan looks up from his paperwork; his face is a combination of annoyance, interest, and question. After a moment, he puts down his pen and stands up, looking across the desk at Jimmy. Jonathan Collins: With the attitude you've been throwing around here lately, I thought you could use – nah, you deserved a little bit of a wake up call from him. Maybe now you'll buckle down and realize what's at stake for you. It's a little bit two-fold, though- Jimmy Riley: I'm well aware of your idea. Phoenix told me what it was; to get Fiona's mind right for the Honor Cup, get her head in the game just like you think he's doing for me. ...And he's in. You give the go ahead, he'll be here in two weeks. Jonathan's face breaks into a smile; he nods. Jonathan Collins: Then you get him here. ...I've tried for years to get that man out of whatever cave he crawled into. I can't wait to see what he does to sharpen Fiona up. As for you...you could probably pick up another trick or two from him. Jimmy Riley: I learned everything there was to know from him. If there's something new, it's a surprise to me. Jimmy turns to leave, even reaching the door before Collins calls after him. Jonathan Collins: Jimmy...good win. And good luck. Jimmy Riley: Luck isn't even half of it, Jon. He looks back at his friend. Jimmy Riley: It's just what I do. Collins looks at his friend and nods, leaving them to cut back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Well... Seth Ericson: ANOTHER OLD FRIEND? Dick Morosi: Apparently the legendary White Phoenix will be here in two weeks! Seth Ericson: Who's next, Timothy Ashton? Dick Morosi: Who knows? In the meantime, we've got another huge Honor Cup qualifier next! Parker Wayde meets Kira T. Zeppeli and it's next! The lights dim at the sound of what seems to be machinery or something similar chugging away with more electronic distortions coming through, seemingly destroying the reception on the EXOTron before the it seems to give way to music and a hijacked reception of just a cold, emotionless face. The haunting same notes on a piano seem to repeat until drums and the remainder of the music kicks in for Akira Yamaoka's "Rain of Brass Petals (Three Voices Edit)" starts. The lights flash in unison with the piano as they pulse, when it just suddenly seems that in between pulses someone finally has the light reflect against them. David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle...Kira T. Zeppeli! A brief pause after vocals with more static and the haunting repetition of the piano chord before the drums pick back up and he begins to move again. "I am the sickened
Alone in a faceless crowd
A human caught in monochrome dreams
I scream to wake up..." Reaching the ringside area, he examines the side of the ring facing the entrance before slowly lifting himself up and sitting on it. For a moment, he looks deep in thought before he closes his eyes and slowly rolls himself into the ring to sit in the corner as the lights keep pulsing. Removing the hooded sweatshirt he entered the arena with, he slowly sits and waits for his opponent and the match to start. Seth Ericson: Kira has a murderous look in his eyes tonight Dick. Losing the San Diego Bay Title could not have been good for his psyche. Dick Morosi: Yes, because he was already mysterious, and unstable to begin with. This could be bad news for Parker Wayde. All the lights in the arena go out, save one green spotlight aimed down at the middle of the stage.
Before I....
Take another minute just to give everybody a move
Never seen, I'ma hit 'em with another(Elbow)
Let me get up everybody
That be movin' with Travis Barker
On your mark, so ya ready?(Let's go)David Zinkus: And his opponent, from Winston-Salem, NC, this is Parker Wayde! Parker rips the curtain to the side and steps out on to the stage. He stops for a moment in the spotlight and surveys the audience and their reaction to his presence. Wow, okay, here we go again
You see the wind I'm blowin' in and I'm like a manglin'
The way that I'd be manglin' the beat, they call me Dracula
Then they see the fangs goin' in
Wow, uh huh
Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma go, huh
Then I gotta do what I be comin' in to do
A body to the beat
In other way, we givin' them a showThe shade of green that had painted the stage lights the sides of the entrance ramp as Parker starts to head down to the ring. Some of the fans taunt him as he walks down the ramp, while others hold out their hands for Parker to slap. Both groups of people get ignored as Parker has only the ring in his sight. Dick Morosi: Parker Wayde has a tall task ahead of him, but if he can score a victory tonight, he'll make some noise in EXODUS and put everyone on notice. Seth Ericson: And if not, he'll have his misery feasted on, or whatever the hell that means.
Keys to the ignition and step on the gas
(Let's go)
And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in my glass
(Let's go)
As he reaches ringside Parker turns towards the ring steps to his left and heads up them at a brisk pace. Upon reaching the apron he stops and looks out into the crowd again, possibly reading all of the signs being waved around by the fans. Where we at, where we at, where we at?
And we back up in the building
And we coming with a scorcher
Y'all already know who it is, it's Busta Bust and Travis Barker
Back to the beat, see we gotta go
When we hit the fire trucks, everybody better know
That we 'bout to let it blow
And we gotta get it yo, everybody if you're wheelin' wit me(Let's go)Parker steps over the middle rope and ducks under the top rope, stepping into the ring. As he steps to the center of the ring he tilts his head to the side and cracks his neck, giving Zeppeli his back - a mistake he'll pay for. HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
KIRA T. ZEPPELI vs. PARKER WAYDEDick Morosi: And we’re underway. Seth Ericson: And Kira isn’t wasting any time Dick! The bell quickly tolls, matching the tempo of the match created by Kira T. Zeppeli who hastily goes on the attack, quickly clubbing Parker over the head, before turning him around and plunging his boot into Wayde’s solar plexus, forcing him to double over. He then proceeds to drive a STIFF forearm into the southern star’s chin, lifting him upright with a wicked European Uppercut that is packed with utter malice. Parker is sent staggering and falling into the ring cables which preclude him from dropping like a bad habit. That doesn’t stop the former San Diego Bay champion from continuing his offense, as he charges forward and extends his arm - the protruded limb clanks across the chest of the Carolinian, and the momentum sends The Impact Player over the ropes where he crashes and burns on the lightly padded floor beneath. Zeppeli slides out of the ring, and immediately marches toward his reeling adversary - each stamping of his feet is fueled with an unequivocal desire to eviscerate his opponent and send an immediate, and vociferous statement to everyone watching. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, Kira inches closer and closer to his foe - whom is using the steel stairs as a means to lift himself back to a vertical base. Sensing Zeppeli behind him, Parker unleashes a back elbow, blasting his adversary right in the gaping hole in his face, sending him stumbling back due to the well placed shot. Having shifted the momentum in his favor, Wayde steps forward, grasping his antagonist by the wrist before pulling him forward, executing an Irish Whip as he launches his opponent into the nearby barricade. The teaming masses of humanity packing the RIMAC ignite with cheers as Kira’s body bounces off the security wall with a resounding thud, the force and the collision itself sounding like a car crash had just transpired. Dick Morosi: Very physical contest so far. They’re brawling out there. They want to qualify so bad. This could get ugly very quickly. Seth Ericson: I didn’t expect it go down like this, but I’m happy it has. This is a slobber knocker. This is a battle of attrition. You take two guys with different personalities, ambitions, and upbringings, and you let them kill each other for a spot in the Honor Cup - and this is what you get and its fantastic! The Impact Player takes a moment to regather himself, and catch a breather, burying the air deep in his lungs as he peers at his writhing target. Looking to pick up where he left off, Parker grapples Kira around the head, dragging him to a vertical base before forcing his head forward, slamming his cranium into the barricade, much to the delight of the fans in the front rows. Zeppeli stumbles in place like a drunk, his bells clearly rung, and the lights momentarily dimming as the effects of the maneuver reverberate throughout his deranged mind. Lowering his shoulder, Wayde burrows his shoulder blade into the G&M member’s gut, forcing him backward, slamming Zeppeli spine first into the ring apron with authority, the recipient of the blow grimacing in pain from the attack. Parker wipes the sweat cascading from his brow before leaning up, staring into the outskirts of the arena at the EXODUS faithful. His tentative lack of focus gives Kira the chance he needs to climb back into the driver’s seat, as he lunges forward with his fingers and rakes the eyes of his unsuspecting foe. A blinded Wayde turns away, his impaired vision giving Zeppeli a window of opportunity to land a deadly combination. Kira grabs Wayde by the head and leans him over, before lifting his knee and maliciously driving it into his foe’s mouth. The former San Diego Bay Champion keeps him doubled over, before tucking the Carolinian’s head under his right arm in a front facelock - he then falls backward, and Parker cannot react quickly enough to counter as he is coerced off his feet and planted face first into the padded floor with a quick and deadly DDT. Seth Ericson: Damn... Dick Morosi: Right onto the floor. Zeppeli is fighting with an aggressiveness we haven’t seen much yet. A bitter truculence if I might say so myself. He’s seething with rage. This is a very scary side of him. Kira lies motionless, while Wayde stares up at the ceiling lights. The former finally begins to stir and climbs to his feet, before plodding heavily toward his inert adversary, and slowly dragging him to his feet. He quickly lifts his knee and drives it into Wayde’s gut, before tossing him back inside the ring. Zeppeli takes a deep breath, before entering the ring himself. As he approaches, Wayde strikes from his knee, and slams a fist into Kira’s stomach. He climbs back to a vertical base and scores with a lighting quick forearm, before gripping his foe’s arm and whipping him into the corner. Kira hits the pads stiffly, but is able to jut out his elbow across the cheek of the charging Wayde, sending the former IWF Full Throttle Champion staggering back. PW retreats to the center of the ring as Kira comes out from the corner - a moments pause as he quickly tries to shake the cobwebs due to the facial he just received in his countered splash attempt. Coming to terms, he charges at Zeppeli again, refusing to let up - the bizarre star ducks, showing his own resiliency, and is able to trip his foe with a Drop Toe Hold that sends him to the canvas. Kira quickly grasps Parker’s trapped leg and locks it in the fold of his elbow, beginning to torque it sideways with an ankle lock. Dick Morosi: Great counter. Brilliant execution, and the ankle lock is successfully applied. Seth Ericson: And look at how he’s twisting that thing. He’ll break that ankle, he’ll snap it like a twig, he doesn’t give a damn! Wayde panics, and reaches for the ropes with all of his six foot two inch frame, stretching out his hand feverishly and frantically. As he concentrates on his escape plan, the former San Diego Bay Champion heaves his opponent from the ropes as soon as he attempts to lunge for the trio of cables and proverbial safe haven. With his escape thwarted, Wayde raises himself up onto his knee - and with time of the essence, he quickly places both palms on the mat and then places his free foot on the canvas - now coming to a stand with Parker gingerly clutching at his leg. Not one for an enzuigiri, PW flops down to the mat supinely - his weight then does the reversal, enough for him to liberate and retract his leg with Kira still attached. The Impact Player pulls him in, and wraps his hands around the crown of Zeppeli’s head whilst slipping his free leg around the back of his foe’s neck. Now with control, the Carolinian grabs a hold of the remaining arm still clutching his leg, and pulls it into his own torso - thus securing Zeppeli in a triangle choke reversal, his tenacity paying off dividends against the behemoth from Gods & Monsters. Dick Morosi: Great showing! Parker Wayde has some tricks up his sleeve too! What a counter, and the Triangle Choke is locked in! Kira’s air intake is immediately restricted by the incredibly toned, muscular legs of his opponent, his gears grinding in his head not quick enough for the oxygen deprivation transpiring in his brain. Zeppeli attempts to grab the ropes - looking for salvation, in a fashion much like Wayde was vying for only a mere minute ago. He raises up off his haunches with a loud groan through his nose, and raises up onto his feet with over two hundred pounds of dead weight under him. As Parker is raised, titled higher, his shoulders flatten on the canvas, and the referee applies a pinfall. “ONE”
“TWO”Parker Wayde contorts himself, convulsing and raising a shoulder from the surface as he continues to bind on his adversaries delicate neck. Another grunt escapes from the nose of the panicking Zeppeli, as he stumbles in his progress to reach a vertical base, attempting once more to coerce his foe from his hold with another pinfall attempt. “ONE”
“TWO”Wayde comes through again, rolling a shoulder, and Kira’s frustration grows more intense. With a final attempt, he lifts off his foe with his captured hand being inches away from Parker’s face, and growls, able to power himself up and lift his opponent from the canvas. As his abdominals strain, Zeppeli hoists his opponent just about chest level, then suddenly drops back down again, driving PW roughly on the back of his head - efficacious in bringing the violent chokehold to a cease. Wayde lays face-up on the canvas, somewhat dazed, while Kira groggily sits up, clawing his way back to a stand. Having experienced enough body contact from perspiration, Kira bends over and pants heavily, trying to catch his breath, while the crowd buzzes and slightly applauds in admiration of the trade-off of maneuvers from the two superstars. With Parker coming back to life, Zeppeli looks to take back control. However, before he can strike, Wayde embraces him with a waistlock, before bridging his back, throwing Kira across his falling carcass and sending him crashing into the canvas with a thud. Dick Morosi: Wayde with a great Belly to Belly Suplex. He has Kira reeling. Parker wheels back up to a vertical base, sweat flying from his forehead from the quick revolving of his posture, his eyes widened and the fire in them aflame by the battle he’s waging. He turns to see Kira bent against the ropes. As he scrambles toward him, Zeppeli too perks up. Wayde cocks back his right hand as he approaches, then releases, hurling a wicked haymaker in the direction of his opponent’s brianpan. Luckily for said brain, Kira is able to squirm out a circumventing maneuver, in time for Parker’s fist to catch only air. In lieu of his evasion, Kira strides forward to flank The Impact Player by standing behind him. Wayde spins around in midst of recoil, back now against the ropes in which he is immediately shoved into as a result of a double opened palm press from his foe. Upon reaching the apex of elasticity of the cables in his ricochet, Kira grabs him by the hand with both of his claws and irish whips Wayde across the ring. As he comes back, Kira attempts a Clothesline, which is ducked as Parker charges at the second set of ropes - he rebounds and makes a return trip. Only when Zeppeli turns around, does he experience the sight of Wayde’s protruding leg come crashing into his face, instantly sweeping his weight off his own feet and somewhat vaulting to the mat from the Bicycle Kick. Parker pivots onto his knees and staggers over to where the former San Diego Bay Champion lays, and shoves him in the shoulder, rolling over his lifeless opponent who assumes a sprawling position in the center of the squared circle. Wayde scales atop of his foe and hooks his hand around the base of Zeppeli’s femur, pulling his leg aloft - causing the referee to descend to the canvas, observing Kira’s pinned shoulders before making the count. ”ONE”
“TWO”Seth Ericson: He’s alive! He may not have a head, but he’s still in this thing! Dick Morosi: WOW! Paydirt connects for Wayde, but it doesn’t get that decisive victory. Wayde tackles Zeppeli as he attempts to rise off the mat, and quickly plants him into the canvas and drives a stern forearm across his jawbone. ”ONE”
“TWO”Unfortunately, the second attempt fails like the first. Wayde rises back on his knees, his hands scratching at his head in frustration as he growls in anger from his clenched teeth. While Parker remains seated, still perturbed, and contemplating what he must do in order to win, Zeppeli crawls toward the near corner. As he slowly regains his bearings, and soon a vertical base, a frustrated Wayde climbs back to his feet. With haste, Parker charges at the corner, only to receive a not so friendly back elbow in response. PW staggers back, slightly dizzied by the counter, yet it’s not enough to keep him at bay, as he impulsively charges back in - this time receiving boots to the face for his troubles. Parker staggers back into the center of the ring, and immediately doubles over - and with his vision temporarily doubled by his possible concussion, Kira adopts a trio of steps forward to widen his vantage point, as he stares over his foe like a vulture waiting the final fall of a fatigued prey. Finally, Zeppelli releases a fiendish cry and charges with a stiff knee to the side of Parker’s head, causing him to drop to a knee in weakness and bewilderment. Dick Morosi: Oh man… that was a vicious strike to the head! It’s been back and forth, advantage, disadvantage, advantage, disadvantage up until that point, but that certainly could be the deciding factor Seth! Seth Ericson: That was the Appetizer, and the main course could be seconds away! And from the look in Kira’s eyes, he is ready to feed. Zeppeli strides backward upon planting his knee into Wayde’s skull, preparing to finish him off as the latter wearily stretches out his arms as if to grab a helping hand that isn’t there - a puzzled, almost inebriated look on his face due to having his brains rattled and scrambled moment ago. Almost salivating at the mouth, Kira drags Parker closer to him and raises him up into a half-kneel. Working quickly yet methodically, he wraps an arm around his opponent’s neck, pressing his bicep against it, before maneuvering so that his back is pressed against Parker’s. Kira begins a rhythm of rocking back and forth, before lowering his center of gravity and leaning forward. The momentum takes Parker off his feet, and Zeppeli eventually slams him into the canvas. Maneuvering and climbing onto his foe’s back, and with an arm already encircled around Wayde’s neck, Kira grabs his own bicep with his free arm, completing the Rear Naked Choke. Dick Morosi: The Despair Syndrome is locked in tonight…. and Parker is fading fast… he’s fading! Seth Ericson: He’s out! He choked him out. This one is over! David Zinkus: Here is your winner...Kira T. Zeppeli! "Rain of Brass Petals" starts up again and Kira slowly lets go, realizing that he's had exactly what he's sought now. Leaving the ring, he seemingly has a cheshire cat grin on his face as he continues to head to the back. WINNER: KIRA T. ZEPPELISeth Ericson: I'll never quite understand that, Dick. Dick? What's going on... Dick Morosi reaches to his ear piece. Dick Morosi: And now, we’ve got Tom Matheny... in the crowd? The camera cross fades to the rear of the audience, where Tom Matheny is waiting, with Wulf Erikssen. The crowd see this broadcast on the EXOScreen, then all turn to face the camera, cheering and popping. Tom turns to ask Wulf a question, mic outstretched. Wulf, however, cuts him off before he can speak, his hand over the mic. He pauses, letting the roar of the crowd roll over him, hands reaching outstretched from the crowd, patting him on the back, grabbing at his wifebeater. He closes his eyes, and breathes deep. Tom tries to pull the mic away, but can’t. Wulf pulls the mic out of Tom’s grip, and looks straight at him. Wulf Erikssen: Tom, I’ve a question for you. Tom seems to be caught off guard. Tom Matheny: Okay... Wulf Erikssen: Are you bored of seeing TROUBLE face The Turks? Tom Matheny: What? No, of course not... Wulf Erikssen: Of course not Tom! You’re a corporate stooge. We’ve proven, time and time again, that when our two teams set foot in the ring, we set that mat ablaze. The company loves that jazz. Bums on seats and all that. But you know what, I’m getting bored of it. And these people, the loyal EXODUS fans... the EXODITES...? Whatever. These guys are getting bored of it. Getting bored of the seemingly endless title shots. Getting bored of seeing SalTal flip through the air onto my head, or Lassie flipping out and braining Big Steve with a vodka bottle. So you know what? All that ends tonight. I’m done with this. Maybe, me and Steve just ain’t good enough. Maybe we just ain’t willing to go that extra mile. So tonight, all on the line. Now I ain’t discussed this with Big Steve, so maybe I’m going to get in trouble for this, but sod it. You only live once. Unless you’re Kenny McCormick. SalTal, Lassie? I’m sure you’re listening to this. Let’s end this, if for no other reasons than letting the fans see you humiliating someone new. Now, Tom, if you’ll excuse me... Wulf thrusts the mic into Tom’s chest, before turning and assimilating into the crowd. Tom Matheny: Well, there you have it. Wulf looking to end the feud between the Turks and TROUBLE here, tonight? Can you just wipe away a rivalry like that? I don’t know. What I do know, however, is that it’s time for commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 11:50:04 GMT -6
After the commercial break, we see Brett Sands again, dressed in his ring gear this time. He seems to be talking to one of the female backstage workers, a rather good looking woman with long red hair. Scratch that, he seems to be hitting on her. Brett Sands: So, yeah. You know, if you ever want to- Blake Jones: I got you now! All of a sudden, Blake comes charging in, diving at Brett and sending both of them over the nearby table with equipment. Most of the equipment stays on the table and the table does not tip over as Blake immediately jumps on top of Brett and begins drilling him with lefts and rights. Brett just stays on the ground, trying to cover up. Security immediately is on the scene, pulling Blake off of Brett long enough for Brett to get up and drill Blake right in the gut before throwing him up against the nearby wall. Security begins to pull him away as he raises his hands up in the air, trying to get them to believe he won't do anything. Brett Sands: Better think about attacking me again, bitch. Brett finally makes his way out of the shot as Blake gets to both feet, refusing any help. He lets out a yell before flipping over the nearby table with the equipment. Blake Jones: I'm gonna get you, Brett! Even if it is the last thing I do! The scene fades out as the remainder of security tries to get Blake to calm down, and we're back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Blake Jones looks enraged! He feels like he owes a receipt to Brett Sands after putting one of his best friends on the shelf. Seth Ericson: How dare he interrupt Brett spitting game? That's just rude! Dick Morosi: Is that what you got out of it? Seth Ericson: Is there anything else? Dick Morosi: There's a lot more from that, and there's a lot more coming up in this next match! Jimmy Riley attempts to get back on track as he attempts to qualify for the Honor Cup, going one on one with Braxton Bennett...next! "Evil Ways" by Blues Saraceno begins to play, as the crowd stands to their feet, awaiting the arrival of Braxton Bennett. Bennett makes his way from behind the curtain, rubbing his hands together, and securing the tape on his fists. He slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring the hands of the fans as he passes. Climbing into the ring, Braxton walks over to the far right turnbuckle, and acts as if he's going to climb it. However, he stops himself, giving a smug look to the crowd, as he turns to speak with the referee, and his music fades out. Dick Morosi: Another Honor Cup qualifying match now; this one from Block B! It's that man, Braxton Bennett, taking on the former EXODUS Pro International Champion, Jimmy Riley! Seth Ericson: And if I'm Braxton Bennett, I'm asking myself why I showed up! Jimmy Riley's fresh off losing that title, and now he's got a shot to get into the Honor Cup? I'm calling mom, telling her I love her before I get in the ring with that guy! Dick Morosi: It's the same opportunity for Bennett, Seth. One win here puts him in a block with a shot at the San Diego Bay Champion, nevermind the end goal – a shot at the EXODUS World Title! The horns break into the static noise of the crowd, and more than a fair share of the audience rises to their feet, boos beginning to sprinkle down in the arena. The lights have dimmed, but haven't gone completely out, as a single spotlight rests on the curtain. After mere seconds, Jay-Z's voice can be heard, heralding the Death of Auto-Tune; Only rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin...
Begin Jimmy Riley bursts through the curtain, his steps driven, his hoodie half-zipped, and his face almost stoic. His arms shoot out to the sides as he soaks in the reaction for a moment on the stage before beginning a somewhat slow walk down the aisle. This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects Reaching ringside, Jimmy walks around to the far side of the ring, hoisting himself up to the apron. After looking out at the crowd, Riley nods at David Zinkus, then climbs up to the second rope, still on the outside of the ring. David Zinkus: Now entering the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio...now residing in San Diego, California! Weighing in at two-hundred fourty-five pounds! This is “THE RISING STAR”...JIMMY...RILEY! This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want ni**as to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Jimmy hops down into the ring, walking to each side while his mouth moves almost non-stop. As he reaches the final side of the ring, he removes his hoodie, tossing it to the floor and leaning into his corner. Dick Morosi: That brash attitude of Riley hasn't endeared him to the fans here in San Diego, but it's definitely turned his in-ring fortunes around. Seth Ericson: He'll need an edge up against some of the guys in his block! HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
BRAXTON BENNETT vs. JIMMY RILEYThe bell rings, and as Braxton Bennett saunters across the ring towards Riley, Jimmy merely leans back in the corner. The look on his face is one of pure contempt, and one can see why; as soon as Bennett gets close, Jimmy snaps a foot up into his midsection! Instantly Riley is unloading with right hands before whipping Bennett back into the corner he was just in. Pausing only for a second, Jimmy Riley follows in with a running dropkick that crushes Bennett right in the face! Seth Ericson: Someone call a dentist! Bennett's gonna need bridge work after that one! Dick Morosi: No nonsense tonight from Jimmy Riley, he's on a mission; qualify for the Honor Cup! Jimmy Riley is first to his feet, pulling Braxton up with him. Bennett throws a couple of shots to Riley's stomach, stunning “The Risen Star” for a second, before the “Unholy Disciple” attempts to whip Jimmy into the ropes. But that advantage only lasts for a moment, as Jimmy reverses the irish whip, holds on to Bennett's arm, then pulls him right back into a Supernova Lariat! Riley falls on top for a cover... ONE... TWO... TH-Kickout! Dick Morosi: Biiiig Supernova Lariat by Jimmy Riley, but not enough to put Braxton Bennett away just yet! Seth Ericson: It was close, though! Jimmy rises to his knees, a look of mild frustration on his face as he gets to his feet. He takes a few steps back, and when Bennett is up on one knee, Jimmy runs right in and steps onto that bended knee before shoving his foot right into Bennett's face! Landing on his feet, Jimmy looks out at the crowd, cocky grin on his face as he pulls his arms in before throwing them out, signaling the forthcoming end of the match! Dick Morosi: Riley's calling for the end of this match! What will he go for; the Light 'Em Up elbow, the God's Strike knee? Seth Ericson: Whatever it is, we'll likely have to break out the smelling salts for Braxton Bennett! Bennett stands, and even takes a swing at Jimmy, who ducks! Riley turns that duck into a counter-clockwise spin, catching Braxton Bennett with a spinning back elbow! With lightning quick speed, Jimmy spins back clockwise, bring the same elbow in to the opposite side of Bennett's face! The force from the second elbow sends the “Unholy Disciple” spinning away from Jimmy, who quickly locks in a full nelson before launching Bennett over his head in a dragon suplex! He bridges for the pin... ONE... TWO... THREE! Dick Morosi: A Change is Gonna Come, and that change is Jimmy Riley has qualified for the Honor Cup! Seth Ericson: Beautiful win! Tons of momentum for Jimmy Riley! Everyone else in his block better look out! WINNER: JIMMY RILEYRiley rolls out of the ring, one arm in the air as he quickly heads to the back, and we head backstage. As the scene shifts from the aftermath of the match, we find Tom Matheny walking backstage, microphone in hand and an eye out for a scoop. Glancing down the hallway, he spots a winner from earlier, the lovely Savannah Taylor. She is still dressed in her wrestling attire and has a smile on her face as she almost walks right past Tom. Tom Matheny: Savannah, over here. She looks over at Tom and stops, allowing the man to catch up to her. Savannah Taylor: What? Tom Matheny: Well, I was wondering if I could get a few words with you regarding tonight’s match. The Las Vegas native places her hands on her hips as she nods her head a bit. Savannah Taylor: What do you want to know? Tom Matheny: First off, congratulations on making it in to the Honor Cup. It was a great win for you tonight. Savannah Taylor: You sound surprised. Does it shock you that I won? Tom Matheny: Well, no….. Savannah Taylor: That wasn't what I gathered from your tone of voice. You look at my victory over Aria as some shocking thing. Guess what? I knew I was going to win and I did. I can already tell that you think I stand no chance against the rest of the people in my block. Know what I have to say about that? Tom Matheny: What’s that? Savannah Taylor: Expect the unexpected. I told people that I was going to make a name for myself here in EXODUS come hell or high water. I couldn’t think of a better start than right here in the Honor Cup. Now do you have….. Her voice trails off as she spots something down in the distance that catches her eye. A Cheshire-cat like grin appears on her face as she slowly starts to walk off. Savannah Taylor: Excuse me Tom, but I have business…….elsewhere. With that she turns on her heel and walks off towards what distracted her in the first place, leaving Tom there once again all by himself. The scene then cuts to a commercial break. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 11:48:11 GMT -6
We come back from break just as the lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, ABBY PARK! Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. David Zinkus: And her opponent.... The arena goes dark as a single spotlight hits the stage. Smoke appears as Heather Hallilwell saunters from behind the curtain. She drops to one knee, doing the “Tebow” pose. As the chorus to “Hit Me Like a Man” blasts through the arena, Heather poses for a moment. Her head is still down, the black cowgirl covering her face, black trench coat hiding her scantily clad body.. She keeps her head down, ignoring the fans, looking up from under the hat towards the ring at her opponent. She gets to the ring and slowly pulls herself up. She finally lifts her face and a smirk crosses her beautiful face. She slinks between the ropes and sauntering to the middle of the ring, she slowly unbuttons her trench coat. She pauses for a moment before ripping it open, revealing her sexy ring gear, letting the coat fall to her feet. She removes her hat and tosses it aside, careful not to let it get into the hands of a fan. She begins climbing each ring corner, taunting the crowd with her success as they boo her loudly. She repeats this at every corner before stepping up to her opponent and holding out the belt for the referee to hold. David Zinkus: And her opponent, HEATHER HALLIWELL! Dick Morosi: Things haven't been going Heather's way for a few weeks now, so you have to think she's incredibly hungry to get into the Honor Cup. Seth Ericson: And WHEN she does, everyone else will have to fear the queen's wrath!
HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
ABBY PARK vs. HEATHER HALLIWELLThe bells rings and Abby and Heather quickly lock up, with Heather quickly scooping Abby up and body slamming her down, before dropping a leg onto her face. Seth Ericson: Heather establishing control early on, as a queen does. Dick Morosi: Little early to be counting Abby out, don't you think? Seth Ericson: Nonsense! Dick Morosi: Well, Heather getting Abby to her feet, goes for a clothesline...but Abby smacks it away! Seth Ericson: Oh no. Dick Morosi: HEADBUTT TO HEATHER! Seth Ericson: Owowow...you can feel that from here. Dick Morosi: Indeed! And Abby isn't stopping there, backdrop suplex to Heather! Seth Ericson: Just you wait... As Abby goes to stand from the suplex, Heather reaches out and grabs Abby's ankle, yanking it from under her! Heather is quick to get to her feet, dragging Abby up and nailing her with a stiff forearm in response to the headbutt from earlier, before dropping to one knee and uppercutting Abby. The stunned Abby then finds her head being stuffed into Heather's arm as she seems to get ready for a DDT, only to hold it, tightening her arm around Abby's throat instead! The referee is quick to move in and begin a count, which Heather accepts and releases the choke...by DDT'ing Abby to the mat. She covers Abby, but Abby kicks out at one and a half. Heather stands, and reaches for Abby, only for Abby to grab her and roll her up! Only a 1 count is managed, but the effect on Heather is clear, as she immediately scoots away from the getting to her feet Abby, as she tries to get back onto her own feet. Dick Morosi: Abby not being as easy to remove from the game as you or Heather thought! Seth Ericson: It'll be fine. Dick Morosi: And Abby keeping the pressure up, repeatedly throwing palm thrust after palm thrust at Heather! Seth Ericson: And Heather is avoiding many of them, you'll see. Dick Morosi: And you'll see that that's moving Heather into the corner! Seth Ericson: Oh. Dick Morosi: And Abby now with a splash to Heather while she's backed against the corner! Seth Ericson: BUT HEATHER DUCKS JUST IN TIME! Dick Morosi: Abby crashing into the turnbuckle, that's definitely stunned her! Seth Ericson: And Heather is always ready to capitalize, with a kick right at Abby's head! If she wasn't seeing birdies before, now she will! Dick Morosi: Heather patting her elbow, I think she wants to end this by cracking the gourd head! Seth Ericson: She can crack my...gourd...hea...wait, no. Dick Morosi: ...Heather grabbing Abby's arm, whips her into the ropes! She spins, roaring elbow! Seth Ericson: BUT ABBY'S DUCKED UNDER! Dick Morosi: AND SHE GOT A HOLD OF HEATHER AS SHE DID, ROLL UP! 1... 2..... 3!! Seth Ericson: NO! David Zinkus: Here is your winner, and official Honor Cup entrant...ABBY! PAAAARRRRRK! Dick Morosi: Heather did her best, but Abby turned out to be a far tougher nut to crack than she expected. Seth Ericson: Muh Queen... Dick Morosi: And...wait, I'm getting a message, we're cutting backstage to...WHO!? HOW?! BACKSTAGE, CUT, NOW! WINNER: ABBY PARKBackstage, Jonathan Collins is standing with Nicholas Gray and Meta Johnson. Nobody's quite sure of the conversation, but as important as it is, someone off screen does not feel it's as important as him. The clearing of his throat breaks up the conversation, and as all three turn, a surprised look crosses all of their faces... Jonathan Collins: What the... Nicholas Gray: It can't be! Meta Johnson: It SHOULDN'T be! Indeed, the camera pans over to a...vaguely...familiar face. The facial structure is still there, but his goatee is gone, the hair is more...odd...and he's dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. But there's no mistaking that the man in front of these three men is a younger... (Younger?) Rufus Frost: Hah! It is! You thought you could get rid of me once and for all, Johnson, but you only made me change! Nicholas Gray: I don't understand! How could this happen? Meta? Meta Johnson: ...I...I don't know. When I BOOM! someone, they usually just disappear. What happened? Time-Shifted(?) Rufus Frost: I wish I could explain it to you myself, but there was a flash of white light, and next thing I knew, I was...on a beach. In North Carolina. Took me two weeks to get back, but here I am! More than that, I stopped by the State Athletic Commission and got myself a Manager's License! Jonathan Collins: But you don't need a man- Nicholas Gray: Sounds great! Find yourself a client and we'll get him a match! Time-Shifted(?) Rufus Frost: Excellent...now if only I could remember anything about wrestling... He wanders off, and Gray looks at Meta. Meta Johnson: I mean, I can try again...but not until he does something to invoke the BOOM!. Nicholas Gray: Keep an eye on him, then. The two nod, and we cut away.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 11:46:59 GMT -6
We come back from commercial just as the opening guitar riff to "I'm Your Favorite Drug" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to play, the lights fade and take on a brilliant pink hue. What you get is what you see
It won't take much to get hooked on me
So shoot me right into your skin
And I will be your heroin.
The side effects are sexual
Are you down for a taste?
The side effects are sexual
And you love the way I say.. The chorus kicks in as Savannah steps out from the back, her hands placed on her slender hips as she looks out over the crowd, most of whom are caught between jeering the blonde and showing their appreciation. She simply rolls her eyes as she causally walks down the aisle. I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
Just one hit is never enough
I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
You cant break this addiction no.
Your favorite drug.... Once at the end of the ramp, she hops up onto the apron and spins around so her back is resting on the ropes. Placing her hands on the top rope, Savannah places one foot on the middle rope and effortlessly swings herself backward into the ring. Once inside, she flicks her hair behind her as she walks over to the corner, resting her back against the turnbuckle as the lights return to normal. Dick Morosi: We learned more about Savannah Taylor at The Autumn Effect...more than I think a few of us wanted to know. Seth Ericson: She's involved herself with Kylar Stark, and if the two of them end up going after the World Tag Team Titles, we could be in for a treat! "DUN, DUN, DAH!" The lights unexpectedly went dim in the arena as the opening beats of "Looks Are Everything" by Twirl began to blast throughout. After moments of darkness, the lights fully return to display the emergence of Aria Dior from the curtain. The tall blonde stands at the top of the stage, hands on her hips and smirk on her face, briefly scanning the arena before turning the entrance ramp into her personal runway and strutting towards the ring. Cat calls from all directions are thrown her way when she climbs up from the apron to the top rope, perching herself upright and extending her legs outward, a smile spread across her face. In a swift motion, Aria kicks her legs up one after the other, swinging herself into the ring. As her music dies down, Aria takes one final pose inside the ring before stretching herself out in preparation for the contest ahead. Seth Ericson: I like the look of this Aria Dior - Dick Morosi: A former THW competitor! Seth Ericson: -but I'm not sure what she can do against Savannah Taylor. HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
SAVANNAH TAYLOR vs. ARIA DIORThe bell rings, and the two women begin sizing each other up. They lock up, and Aria locks in a wristlock. Savannah looks mildly annoyed, then rolls through, reversing it into a wristlock of her own! Aria tries to roll back through, but Taylor just rolls with her, keeping the wristlock locked in! At that point, Dior walks over to the ropes and grabs ahold, causing a break. Savannah proceeds to get right in Aria Dior's face, egging her on until Aria slaps her clear across the face! Savannah backs away, smiling. Seth Ericson: You know, Taylor showed that she's really into getting hit...maybe this is her way of getting fired up! Dick Morosi: She's an odd one, but a dangerous wrestler all the same, Seth. The two approach each other to lock up again, but Savannah kicks Aria in the stomach, doubling her over. Grabbing her by the hair, Savannah hits a bulldog, bringing Aria Dior down to the mat! Taylor doesn't let up, dropping a couple of knees into the shoulder of her opponent before standing and moving behind her. Reaching down and grabbing each of Aria's wrists, Taylor pulls up, placing her foot on the back of her foe before letting go and shoving Aria Dior's face down into the mat with a curbstomp! Dick Morosi: Brutal! Aria's face went right into the mat on that one! Seth Ericson: This is getting good! Savannah plays to the crowd, mocking a couple of front-row fans as Aria pulls herself to her feet. The “Las Vegas Siren” then charges at Dior, jumping up and nailing a running hip strike to knock her opponent back down! Pausing for a moment to admire her handiwork, Savannah then casually heads out to the apron, climbing up to the top rope and waiting for Aria Dior to stand up. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor going high-risk here, will it pay off? As soon as Dior is on her feet, Savannah flips off, landing on Dior's shoulders and rolling back with Welcome to Sin City, her dragonrana! ONE... TWO... TH-Kickout! Savannah looks a little surprised, then gets a devious look on her face as she stands, turning to face a stunned, but still moving, Aria. Taylor quickly locks up her arm before driving Dior's head down into the mat with the Siren's Song! Taylor rolls her opponent over and covers... ONE... TWO... THREE! Dick Morosi: And it's Savannah Taylor headed to the Honor Cup in Block C! Lots of top tier talent in that block, Dick, and Savannah can definitely make a name for herself! Seth Ericson: If tonight's any indication, Dick, she's gonna be a hard win for anyone! Savannah rolls off of her opponent, walking over to the ropes and climbing up on them so she can lean over and blow a kiss at the camera...perhaps aimed at her other half! She then tilts herself over the top rope, going down to the floor, as we fade to commercial. WINNER: SAVANNAH TAYLOR |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 11:46:06 GMT -6
As the show returns from commercial break, we see Tom Matheny roaming the halls, microphone in hand. He seems to be in search for someone to interview. Whether it is someone specific or not, we do not know. But, what we do know is that Matheny is looking for someone...only to figuratively bump in to someone he was definitely not looking for. The camera gets a good view of the man as he makes his way onto the screen, a smirk on his face. It's Brett Sands and the San Diego audience does not seem to be pleased at his appearance. Tom Matheny: Oh, it's you... Brett Sands: Of course it's me! Do you know of anyone who cuss like me? Who just don't give a *BEEP* like me? Who dressed like me? Why the fuck is Brett using Eminem lyrics to talk? Oh, wait. He still has one earbud in as we can hear a bit of the music blaring, more specifically "The Real Slim Shady" by Eminem. Brett chuckles as he removes the earbud from his ear and takes a step closer to Matheny. Brett Sands: Ah, you're that guy who does the interviews. Jim Masty? Tom Matheny: TOM MATHENY. Brett Sands: Meh. Sounds boring. I'm gonna call you Jim instead. Tom rolls his eyes at Brett, but Brett quickly moves in and puts his right arm around Matheny's shoulders, sort of like a friend would do with his friend. Brett Sands: I know why you're here, Tom. You came to interview EXODUS's newest rising star, right? Tom Matheny: Actually- Brett Sands: Yeah, I'm right. Go ahead and ask me whatever questions you would like to ask me, Tom. I'm a very open book that still needs to be read. Tom looks slightly surprised at this, but being the professional that he is, quickly fixes himself up and smiles. He seems to smile and not talk for a couple more seconds, probably trying to think of something to ask about. Finally, he seems to have gotten an idea as the figurative light bulb seems to go off in his head. Tom Matheny: How does it feel going up against the former World champion in Adrien Cochrane? Brett Sands: I think that I really don't care what really people think about how I feel about this match. If they must know, I feel as if victory is in my hands and I control the way this match ends. Basically, I'm only losing if I decide I want to lose. Tom Matheny: You're taking a rather cocky attitude though you are facing a former World champion... Brett Sands: What am I supposed to be? Humble? "Gee golly, I wish to give Adrien Cochrane my all since he's such a God and everything. I hope I can keep up with him and I know that after our match we'll shake hands and go get milkshakes and braid each other's hair." Brett rubs his chin. Brett Sands: That didn't sound much like me, did it? Good, cause that ain't me. When I tell you I'm [BLEEP]ing him up, I'm telling you that I'm [BLEEP]ing him up. This isn't an act that I put up. You think I'm an asshole? Good, cause I actually am one. You think I'm a douche? Good for you. Tom Matheny: What about the Young Guns? Brett Sands: What would you like me to say about them? Actually, don't answer that. I'll just tell you what I think of them right now. Sylar Drake is the former San Diego Bay champion and I honestly wouldn't have had a problem with him if he was smarter about his friends. He decided to be all best buds with Blake Jones and unfortunately, he became a casualty. Some call this problem I have with Blake Jones an obsession, but I just see him and the people he surrounds himself with as easy targets. I'm just trying to weed out the weak, that's all. Weed out the liars, cheaters, and thieves. That's all I'm trying to do and if I'm the bad guy for it...so be it. Tom Matheny: Ok, what happens if you lose tonight? If Adrien makes you look like a fool tonight? We can now see Brett's jaw clench tightly, a bit of anger showing. He now squeezes Tom's shoulder, trying to find a way to not break the resident interviewer in half. Brett Sands: I'll tell you what. I lose to Adrien Cochrane tonight, I'll buy you a [BLEEP]ing Porsche. Now, if you don't mind... Brett suddenly shoves Tom out of the way before making his way out of view. Tom just shakes his head as he begins to mumble to himself. Tom Matheny: Asshole... The scene fades out as Tom goes back to his search, and we go back to Dick & Seth. Seth Ericson: I like this guy! Brett Sands and I can be friends anytime. Dick Morosi: I think Brett Sands wants only one friend...and that's Brett Sands. He better watch carefully though, as we've got another Honor Cup Qualifier, and he might just be facing this guy, it's SHOOT Project's Dan Stein meeting Jack Napier...and it's next! YOU’VE GOT THE TOUCH! YOU’VE GOT THE POWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR! YEAH! “The Touch” by Stan Bush plays in the RIMAC Arena, causing the fans to jump to their feet! Dan Stein walks out from the back with Molly, his assistant, next to him. Many of the fans cheer for the blonde haired, blue eyed hunk. Stein wears a white, baby blue and hot pink hoodie vest as well as his traditional white wrestling tights, with hot pink “DAN STEIN” down the left leg and baby blue “THE GOLDEN BOY” lettering, both outlined in gold, and baby blue wrestling boots. As Stein walks down the ramp, he slaps hands with a few of the EXODUS Pro fans. As he quickly makes his way up the stairs, Stein stops at the very top step, looking out at the fans with one of his trademark smirks. David Zinkus: Now making his way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 215 pounds...representing The SHOOT Project...HE IS THE GOLDEN BOY, DAAAAAAAAAN STEIIIIIIIIIIN! Dan walks to the middle of the ring apron and turns himself around so his back is to the ring before kicking his left leg up and between the top and middle rope, sliding into the ring bending backwards. Stein spins himself through the ring, whipping the hood back. As Stein slows his spin and the music begins to fade, Stein whips off of his vest and throws it out of the ring at Molly. Stein turns around, preparing for his match! Dick Morosi: Listen to this crowd here tonight! They are all about the return of Dan Stein! Seth Ericson: It's safe to say only Jerry Matthews is upset to see the return of The Golden Boy! Dan has been nothing short but amazing to these fans, but...Jerry Matthews may just be the toughest challenge in anyone's career. Dick Morosi: Maybe so, but this guy could prove could be even more difficult. The lights start to dim suddenly when it sounds like helicopters are all around, along with the build up of drums and guitar. The crowd knows who it is as the build up of "Cochise" by Audioslave continues, and out from the back emerges Jack Napier! David Zinkus: And his opponent! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 223 pounds, he is...THE WILD CARD, JACK NAAAAAAAAPIEEEERRRRR! The music continues as Napier makes his way down slowly, starting to at least slap the hands of a few fans as he realizes the competition in the ring and the prize on the line. Dick Morosi: Napier has struggled in EXODUS as of late, but this is the perfect chance for him to right the ship and get himself back in the game. Seth Ericson: That being said, he's got to deal with a guy who's only had one match in EXODUS previously. These two know about each other as much as the Padres do about winning. HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
JACK NAPIER vs. DAN STEINThe bell rings and this one is on! Stein and Napier lock up in the center of the ring. Napier transitions into a Wristlock quickly, but Stein shows his wrestling skills and turns it into a Wristlock of his own. He shoots a kick towards the chest of his opponent, then Snapmares him into a seated position. He moves in front of Jack and perfroms a Dropkick straight to the chin and he goes for a quick pin. ONE! TWO! Quick kickout by Napier. Stein Irish Whips Jack to the corner of the ring and goes to deliver a Monkey Flip, but Napier holds him up mid-move, turns around and seats Dan on the turnbuckle. He rocks him with an Elbow to the head and then climbs after him, locking him in a Suplex position. He looks for a Superplex, but Dan blocks it and performs a move of his own, a destructive Release Gourdbuster! Seth Ericson: Looks like the former THW World Champion can't find a way to get Stein's number. As Napier rolls on his back in the ring, Dan Stein shows off to the crowd on the top rope before diving off with a beautiful Diving Double Stomp. He hooks the leg. ONE! TWO! TH-- Kickout! Dick Morosi: Still not gonna be that easy... Stein looks for #Twitterbation early, but Jack counters into a Hurricanrana, sending his opponent to the canvas. He quickly lifts him up and goes for a Northern Lights Suplex into a bridge. ONE! TWO! Kickout by Stein! Napier locks Dan in a Double Underhook position, looking for his signature DDT, but Stein gets out of the hold right behind Jack. He Dropkicks Jack to the back, sending him on his knees, then drops him down with a Bulldog. "The Golden Boy" motions for the crowd that it is time for the end. Seth Ericson: #Twitterbation time! Dick Morosi: Will he hit it this time? Napier is rocked from the previous moves and cannot counter it, hence Stein drops him on the canvas with the Mat Slam he calls #Twitterbation. He rolls Napier into the cover and pinfall is pretty much academic. ONE! TWO! THREE! "The Touch" reprises as the referee holds the arm of Dan Stein up in victory. Seth Ericson: Boy, that was pretty quick! Dick Morosi: Jack Napier was really off his game tonight.And you do know that in EXODUS, you can never have an off night if you want to succeed! With that being said, "The Golden Boy" Dan Stein of SHOOT Project can say hello to Block A of the Honor Cup! Dan Stein makes his way up the entrance ramp, his arms raised in celebration over his successful qualification for the Honor Cup. “The Golden Boy’s” adoring public shower him with cheers, and he stops at the top of the ramp, leaving his back to the curtain as he poses for the packed house of the RIMAC. Unfortunately, this puts him in a vulnerable position, and he is unable to see “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews pull back the curtain and sneak up behind him. The good Reverend is wielding a steel chair. The fans try in vain to warn their hero, but it’s too late as Jerry pulls the chair back and smashes it across the back of Dan’s kneecap. Stein clutches his leg and he falls to the ground. Jerry stands over his downed rival, a smug look of approval on his face. Jerry Matthews: An eye for an eye, Daniel. Matthews then raises the chair in the air as the crowd’s cheering has quickly turned to boos. He then tosses the chair down to the ground and heads to the back as Stein continues to favor his injured knee. Some EMTs come out to check on “The Golden Boy,” but surprisingly, he is able to get up on his own power. He shoves the EMTs back and it seems that adrenaline kicks in as he begins to make his way towards the curtain, though he does so with a noticeable limp. He can made out audibly screaming “MATTHEWS!!!” as he goes behind the curtain. Dick Morosi: The nerve of Jerry Matthews! He attacked Dan Stein for no reason! Seth Ericson: No reason? You mean to tell me him interfering in his match at The Autumn Effect was no reason? Stein got what he deserved. The camera continues to follow the trainers as they carry Dan Stein into the backstage area. Dick Morosi: I can’t believe Jerry Matthews right now! Seth Ericson: Matthews absolutely blindsided Dan Stein and attacked that already injured leg. Dick Morosi: Let’s follow the pack into the back and see what we can find out about Dan Stein. WINNER: DAN STEINDan’s face is contorted in pain as he gets carried to the back, two large security guards each holding one of Stein’s legs and supporting his back as they walk through the doors of the training room. Already perched anxiously inside is Jonathan Collins. Collins steps away from the wall and greets the trainer that has been looking at Stein since the attack. Jonathan Collins: How bad is it? Collins has a genuine look of concern on his face. The trainer, an aging mid-sixties man with a bulbous nose shakes his head. Trainer: Well, it ain’t too good, that’s fa’ sure, Mista Collins. The Boston accent fits the man perfectly. The two security guards set Stein down on the table where he writhes in pain, clutching his injured leg. Stein looks over at Collins and the trainer before calling out. Dan Stein: I’m fine! Give me Matthews, Jon! The trainer walks over to Dan, digging his finger into the injured hamstring, causing Stein to yell out in pain. The trainer nods, putting his hand on Stein’s chest to calm him. The trainer speaks to Jon. Trainer: I’ve been in this industry fa’ decades now, Boss, and I’ve seen ever injury in the books. This kid ain’t gonna be cleared for the next show, I can already tell ya that, and even if he is, he ain’t gonna be able to be at the top a’ his game. If it were up to me… Dan Stein: It’s not up to you! Jon, it’s not up to him. It’s up to you and me, Jon! Jon lowers his head, rubbing his chin. Walking over to Stein, Jon puts his hands on his hips, pushing back his suit jacket as he does. Jonathan Collins: You’re right, it is up to you and me. I’ve been good with you and you’ve been good with me since day one, so we trust each other. I let you hand pick another SHOOT Project guy for this tournament. You know I’m only out to help you, Dan. Stein shakes his head, slapping the trainer’s table with an open palm. Dan Stein: Jesus Christ, Jon. I want Jerry Matthews. GIVE ME Jerry Matthews. The trainer walks over to Stein’s injured leg, beginning to run tests on the hamstring and knee. Jon nods, looking down at the injured SHOOT Project star. Jonathan Collins: We’ll see what we can do. Right now, you just get better. We’ll figure out what to do later. Stein grabs Jon’s suit, not letting him turn away. Dan Stein: Give my spot to Alejandro. You know as well as I do that man deserves to be in this tournament. Stein’s face contorts in pain once more, letting Jon’s jacket go. Jonathan Collins: Well, you did win your match. Guess it’s only right if you get to choose your replacement. Get better, Dan. Jon pats Stein on the shoulder and turns away from the table, smiling at Molly, Stein’s assistant, before he walks out of the room. The camera fades on a shot of Dan Stein on the trainer’s table, being turned on his back while we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 11:41:47 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and already in the ring is a big table with a gigantic cake on it a few balloons and streamers around the ring as Slash’s cover of the Godfather Theme starts to play, bringing the cheers of the crowd.
Dick Morosi: Looks like the good guys in black are joining us!
Dick is right as out from the back come Jonathan Collins, Andreas Lasiewicz, and Gabriel Gambino: The Godfathers of Wrestling! The crowd goes nuts as at least Gabe and Jon stop to shake a few hands, Andreas doing some acknowledging of the crowd. With the finely dressed trio finally stepping into the ring, Jon surveys the audience while giving them another nod before asking for a microphone once they step into the ring.
Jonathan Collins: I’m going to make this short and sweet, because there’s really no reason to extend this. We have a great show for you tonight, and more importantly, a match going on momentarily. A few nights ago, I asked all of you to show your appreciation for this man coming out, and I hope you’ll do the same for me now. He is a former World Champion, he is a good friend, and more importantly...he’s the final member of the family to arrive. With this…
Jonathan goes to the table and reaches for a clipboard that had been resting on it.
Jonathan Collins: With this contract, Chandler Scott becomes the newest member of the EXODUS Pro roster, and I can assure you all great things will happen. If you don’t believe me, ask my colleagues.
Jonathan Collins then hands the microphone over to The Polish Spirit.
Andreas Lasiewicz: Out of everyone I have seen in this industry, this man, more than anyone… Signifies the next generation of this sport. He is a man who has already has a number of accomplishments under his belt, more than some ever get in their entire careers. It is shocking to think that his previous company would allow his contract to run out… You’d think their General Manager would have done something to make him stay.
Andreas chuckles to himself, as a knowing smile spreads on Gambino’s face.
Andreas Lasiewicz: EXODUS Pro is the company that this man will thrive in. He is the next level for this sport, just as this company is the next level for this sport. And with all four of the Godfathers here… Expect great things...
Lasiewicz then hands the microphone over to Gabe.
Gabriel Gambino: Any of you who read my blog over the weekend know what I’m about to say. Lasie, JC, and I chose Chandler Scott because we see the future of professional wrestling when we look at him. Lasie, JC, and I chose Chandler Scott to join the Godfathers of Wrestling because he is the man we see leading the future of this business long after the three of us have hung up the boots. To say, though, that he is only the future would be a severe injustice on what Chandler has already accomplished in his young career. The man is already a decorated competitor, and under the tutelage of the three of us there is no limit to the amount of success he can achieve. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce to you the newest member of the EXODUS roster, the fourth member of the Godfathers of Wrestling… Chandler Scott!
The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Walking down the ring with him is Madison Scott, who walks arm and arm with him. The two lovebirds ignore the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are. After Chandler hops onto the apron, he helps Madison up onto the apron. Chandler then sits down on the bottom rope while holding the top rope up for Madison. After Madison makes her way into the ring, Chandler steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory. Andreas then hands a microphone over to Chandler.
Chandler Scott: Andreas, Gabriel… thank you for the kind words. You have no idea how much this means to me. The big celebration, the cake… rolling out the red carpet for me. You really do know how to make a guy feel welcome. I couldn’t ask for a better group of men to be surrounded by. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m a part of a family.
Jon and Gabe clap while Las gives Chandler a pat on the back
Chandler Scott: You know, this has been a long time coming. And if I had my way, I would have been here several weeks if not months ago. But you know, me being the star that I am, I had prior commitments that I just couldn’t brush off. But now that all those loose ends have been tied up, I have finally arrived here in lovely San Diego.
The crowd cheers at Chandler’s pandering.
Chandler Scott: And what a sight it is. Lovely weather. Lovely people. And hands down one of the best companies going today. It is an honor and a privilege to be here in Exodus.
All four Godfathers give a round of applause for the promotion.
Chandler Scott: And just like it’s an honor for me to be here in Exodus with my fellow Godfathers, it’s an honor for all of you to see me wrestle.
And here come the boos trickling in.
Chandler Scott: Now, you finally get to see what a real athlete looks like. Not like all of these other pretenders masquerading as a real athlete. You people will finally get to see what greatness looks like in the flesh.
It was a goal of mine to see all of the Godfathers in the semis of the Honor Cup. But unfortunately, myself, Andreas and Gabriel are all in the same block. And while there will only be one Godfather advancing, just know that that Godfather will be the odds on favorite to win this entire thing. And since I’ll be the Godfather that makes it out of Block D, I just know that my fellow Godfathers will be cheering me on, chanting “Go Chandler, Go! Go Chandler, Go! Go Chandler, Go!”
Chandler looks off into the distance. He smiles from ear to ear, nodding in approval as he gets lost in the thoughts of these “Go, Chandler” chants. But in reality, the crowd has begun to boo him more heavily than they were just moments ago. Andreas leans over and whispers something into Chandler’s ear. Scott nods, a grin upon his face. He hands the microphone back to Andreas.
Andreas Lasiewicz: Ladies and Gentlemen, after tonight you can expect to see not one… not two… but THREE of the GoW in the Honor Cup… It is an offer EXODUS simply can not refuse…
Jonathan Collins: We are the Fist...
Gabriel Gambino:... and the Fist…
Chandler Scott:... is change!
The microphone is dropped as the rest of the Godfathers begin to leave the ring. The arena goes dark for a second, as the video starts up we hear Devour the Day’s “Good Man” crank up.
I want to be a good man, I want to see God
I want to be faithful but I know that I’m not
I want to be a good man, I want to do right
I don’t wanna be a criminal for the rest of my life
Jaime Alejandro comes out of the back and we see him looking towards the ring. The crowd looks at him, wondering what he’s going to do next. He gets down on his knees and says a prayer to himself.
Everything that I've done before
Has brought me back down to my knees
I’m crying out to you, Lord
It’s getting harder and harder to see
If there’s good left in me?
Is there any good left in..ME!!!
He pulls off the Hail Mary gesture and springs up. He punches towards the air as the crowd holds the hands out, trying to touch him. He holds his hands out, going slowly towards the ring. As he does, we see him jump up onto the apron. He then vaults himself in, waiting for the match to begin.
HONOR CUP QUALIFIER
CHANDLER SCOTT vs. JAMIE ALEJANDRO
The referee looked over at both men before he told the timekeeper to ring the bell and with that, the crowd began to buzz in proper fashion as Chandler Scott and Jaime Alejandro began circling around the ring for a few, brief moments before they find themselves in the traditional collar-to-elbow tie-up where Alejandro is very quick to take advantage of and place Scott in a headlock. Alejandro lets go and twists around, quickly attempting to grab a hold of Scott’s left arm but Chandler retorts with a quick right elbow to stop him before placing Alejandro on a headlock of his own. His grip isn’t too strong, which gives Jaime Alejandro enough room to place his arms around Chandler’s hips before he attempts to go for a backdrop, but Scott manages to break off the grip and land on his feet behind Alejandro. As he does, Chandler gets his arms around Alejandro’s hips and attempts to suplex him off his feet, but Alejandro refuses to go up for the ride, locking his right leg around Chandler’s own before fighting off the grip with a prompt stomp to Scott’s right foot before turning around, wrenching on the left arm of one of the Godfathers of Wrestling. Realizing the target in question, Scott immediately swings his right hand against Alejandro’s right wrist, forcing him to break the possible hammerlock and getting the old man away from his arm. As both take a step back, they look around at the RIMAC Arena and take a moment to just listen to the roar of the crowd.
Dick Morosi: Interesting bit of action to open us up here in this Honor Cup qualifier.
Seth Ericson: Bah, they’re easily influenced. I want some calamity here, not mutual respect, hanky-panky bullshit.
After glancing at the crowd, the two competitors are right back to talking with one another, their exact bit of talking not exactly caught on by the cameras. But the stare down combined with whatever’s going on clearly reaches a breaking point once Scott smirks at a certain comment from Alejandro, reaches out with his right hand, and slaps the taste right out of Jaime Alejandro’s mouth!
Seth Ericson: NOW THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!
Jaime, however, does not take too kindly to Chandler’s antics (not to mention the shit-eating grin) as he then advances on Scott, laying onto him with a body hook that doubles the Harvard graduate before Jamie begins to follow with it up with a combination of right and left shots to the body before catching Chandler across with a left uppercut and right hook that sends him sprawling to the mat. Jaime, on the other hand, has no intentions of stopping the attack as he nails Chandler with more right hands before the referee is forced to step in and count him to a near four count before Jaime finally comes to a stop. He pulls Chandler back to his feet and pushes him against the nearest turnbuckle, keeping Scott from going anywhere with a pair of knife-edged chops before irish whipping him over to the opposite turnbuckle. Alejandro comes charging in like a bulldozer, but Chandler gets out of the way just in time as Jaime crashes chest-first against the turnbuckle.
Dick Morosi: Jaime looked to be dominant here but Chandler, even without all that much experience, avoiding that one like an expert.
Seth Ericson: Not exactly difficult to avoid a flying man from destroying your everything.
As Alejandro stumbles out of the corner, Chandler follows suit by grabbing on to him and immediately applying an abdominal stretch, finding himself a specific target to cover. He applies the pressure accordingly for a few moments, as Alejandro’s free hand waves around and he tries to move his feet to get closer to the ropes. But after realizing this won’t quite do the trick yet, Chandler follows suit from the position and gradually picks up the larger Alejandro in a rather nifty display of strength and nails him with a pumphandle drop. Not looking to let an opportunity slip by, Scott follows suit with a jumping knee drop to Jaime’s head before covering Jaime, placing his right forearm across the man’s head:
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!
TH- Jaime kicks out.
Seth Ericson: A very close one, but Chandler’s now got the upperhand.
Chandler’s dishing out a few closed fist punches of his own, as he nods, talking trash to the entirety of the RIMAC and the RIMAC, in the return, begins booing him accordingly. Scott laughs, seemingly embracing the process before he goes back and grabs on to Jaime, dragging him towards the corner and nailing him with some boots to the sternum before placing Alejandro’s arm around his neck and then lifting him up in the air, keeping Jaime held up in the air for...quite some time.
No, really, he stays up there for a good fifteen seconds before he drops down, nailing him with a stalling vertical suplex before covering Alejandro once again.
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!
THR- but Jaime gets the shoulder up yet again!
Dick Morosi: Jaime Alejandro showing some fight here!
Chandler smacks the mat, talking to the referee about a slow count but the referee holds two fingers up, standing his ground. Scott’s attentions eventually return over to Jaime Alejandro as he goes to pick him up...but JAIME GRABS ON TO HIM AND ROLLS HIM OVER INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE- CHANDLER KICKS OUT AT THE NICK OF TIME!
Seth Ericson: WHOA!
Dick Morosi: Surprise roll-up by Jaime Alejandro and he almost caught him.
Chandler’s the first one on his feet but as he goes for Jaime, well, Alejandro gets his feet around Chandler’s left ankle and brings him down with a drop toe hold. Jaime is right back on the attack with a few stomps of his own before bringing Chandler back to his feet, irish whipping him across the ropes and then running to meet Chandler as he bounces back with a knee, giving the Godfather the practical kitchen sink. It doesn’t take enough time for Jaime to lay a few kicks to the side of Chandler’s face before pulling Scott back to his feet, nailing Scott with an extra open handed chop to the chest. Chandler attempts to fight back with a wild punch, but Alejandro ducks under it, slipping behind the Harvard graduate and then connecting with a Russian Leg Sweep. He immediately follows suit by pinning Chandler Scott.
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!
THR- Now it’s Chandler’s turn to kick out.
Jaime shakes his head for a moment, but instead of arguing, he’s right back to work as he once again brings Chandler to his feet and then irish whips him to the turnbuckle fiercely, as Chandler crashes against it strongly enough to end up in a sitting position. Alejandro grins from ear-to-ear as he runs the ropes and then right towards the turnbuckle, nailing Chandler Scott solidly with a diving clothesline.
Dick Morosi: And now Alejandro’s on the offensive and that Air Assault may spell the beginning of the end.
Seth Ericson: He could very well pull the upset against one of the Godfathers here!
Alejandro returns to his feet, nodding in approval as he stalks Chandler Scott and then picks up from behind, attempting to go for his patented “Straight to Hades,” but just as Chandler reaches up the apex of flight, he manages to break away from the grasp and to land right behind Alejandro. Immediately out of desperation, Chandler grabs on to Jaime’s waist and then runs him up against the turnbuckle face-first. He keeps a hold of Alejandro and as the referee gets closer to break things up, Scott takes advantage of the blind spot briefly given to him, reaching out and poking Jaime right in the eye with his right thumb. The crowd, however, isn’t fooled one damn bit, as they boo intensely.
Dick Morosi: Oh come on!
Seth Ericson: A shameless counter by one of the Godfathers...and I kinda like it.
Chandler gradually lets go and he watches as Alejandro stumbles back, holding his right hand to his eye that just got poked and with this, Chandler sees his opportunity as he spins around and connects with a MASSIVE Harvard Hammer that knocks Jaime right down to the mat with its sheer impact. Grinning wickedly, Scott drops down quickly and then covers him:
ONEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The bell rings again, as the crowd boos accordingly as “Ride of the Valkyries” by Richard Wagner plays over the PA system while Chandler Scott stands back to his feet confidently, letting the referee raise his hand slowly.
David Zinkus: Here’s your winner and advancing to the Honor Cup...CHANDLEEEEER...SCOOOOOTT!!!!
Dick Morosi: A very hard-fought match-up and Jaime Alejandro has nothing to be ashamed of here. He was one move away from earning his spot in the Honor Cup.
Seth Ericson: But y’know what, he lost? Why? Because Chandler Scott is a clever bastard!
WINNER: CHANDLER SCOTT
Alejandro stares a hole through Scott with his one good eye as Scott slides out of the ring, still keeping the large grin on his face as the cameras roll elsewhere. The camera cuts to the backstage area where Tom Matheny stands next to “The Golden Boy” Dan Stein and Molly, his assistant. Tom is looking at the camera with a microphone as Dan and Molly both look at the television set, obviously disappointed in the outcome of the Chandler Scott/Jaime Alejandro match. Tom turns to Dan before asking his question.
Tom Matheny: Dan, you obviously look upset after that loss by your fellow SHOOT Project competitor, a man that you PERSONALLY asked to join you in the Honor Cup. What’s going through your mind right now?
Dan, wearing his ring gear, turns to Tom, putting his hands on his hips. Molly turns with Stein.
Dan Stein: Listen to those fans, man. They know how good that match was, how close that match was. A lot of the fans knew about Chandler Scott coming into the match, but Jaime Alejandro is brand spanking new to these people… and listen to them. Listen to how they’re cheering that guy’s effort.
Stein stops speaking for a moment, raising his eyes to let the cheering of the fans echo through the TV set. Stein lowers his head, looking back at Tom for a moment, then to the camera, smiling.
Dan Stein: That’s why I’m here. That’s why Dan Stein is back in EXODUS Pro for the Honor Cup. These fans are second to none, and they deserve a heavily contested Honor Cup. Jaime Alejandro might’ve lost, but you can guarantee he won’t be hanging his head going forward because he put on one hell of a show.
Stein claps his hands for Jaime, proudly.
Tom Matheny: Dan, in your promotional video you made a point to talk about Jerry Matthews and your involvement in his match at Autumn Effect. The fans in the arena know you from your last stint in EXODUS where you and Jerry got off on the wrong foot—
Dan Stein: Whoa, whoa. Let me stop you right there. Jerry Matthews is one hell of a wrestler – a total douchebag, but a hell of a wrestler, I’ll give him that. Tonight, my focus isn’t on Jerry Matthews, tonight, my focus is on Jack Napier and advancing in the Honor Cup.
Stein turns his body toward the camera.
Dan Stein: There’s a lot of things for Dan Stein to be thankful for this Holiday season, but to be able to go out there and call myself an Honor Cup Champion, the FIRST in EXODUS Pro history? That’s something that I absolutely cannot pass up. So Jerry Matthews or Deacon Jeremiah or anyone else that wants to make a statement through the new guy, those guys aren’t even the slightest bit on my mind right now.
Dan gives Tom a trademark smirk. Pulling the microphone back, Tom asks him another question.
Tom Matheny: In your promotional video, you alluded to a hamstring injury that you appeared to have suffered at Revolution 119 – how serious is that right now?
Stein smirks again, slapping his injured hamstring.
Dan Stein: This guy? I wouldn’t worry about this guy. I might not be entirely 100 percent, but don’t for a second think that’s going to be a factor in this match. I defended my Sin City Championship belt over in SHOOT Project with it, if I lose, it won’t be because I’m injured. It’s because Jack Napier was the better man.
Tom Matheny: Thanks, Dan. Good luck tonight.
Dan Stein: Thanks, Tom.
Dan and Molly quickly make their way from the television set, leaving Tom Matheny to look at the camera.
Tom Matheny: One Honor Cup Qualifier in the books, one SHOOT Project soldier down – can Dan Stein win his match and move on? Stay tuned to EXPRO on FX to find out!
Tom nods as we go to commercial!
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The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “March of Mephisto” by Kamelot blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.
David Zinkus: Introducing first, already at ringside…from Denver, Colorado via São Paulo, Brazil…weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds…HE IS CHRIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, all while keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring. Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “March of Mephisto” fades… Strike raises his right arm up in the air and is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, all while keeping his eyes solely focused on the ramp while stretching his arms out while “March of Mephisto” fades… Dick Morosi: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we’re set for action in our opening contest, which is an exhibition match between number one contender Chris Strike and Shinji Uchikawa. Seth Ericson: Poor child. His career’s practically over before it even gets to a start at the hands of a cold-blooded, dream crushing, terrible, terrible human being… I am waiting on a war,
This is panic setting in.
I am...waiting on a war...
This is panic...setting in... The lights go bright as soon as the heavy riff starts, Shinji Uchikawa stepping out from the back! As soon as the drums reach a steady beat, Uchikawa pumps his fist and starts making his way down the ramp. David Zinkus: And his opponent…from Hiroshima, Japan...weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...he is UCHIKAWAAAAAAAA....SHINJIIIIIIIIIII!!!! From what it seems all could use some cleansing,
better hurry up since we're not pretending.
And panic wouldn't mean so much if there was such a thing as end in sight,
But I know it's only coming in waves,
To steal our silence. As the chorus kicks in, Shinji reaches the bottom of the ramp, having spent time slapping the hands of a few fans the whole time. Looking up at the ring to size up what's ahead of him, Uchikawa nods and hops up onto the apron, stepping into the ring before hopping up on the turnbuckles, raising his hands up to salute the crowd and get them behind him. Seth Ericson: Why is he so happy? Does he not realize he’s walking right down to his funeral? Dick Morosi: One, I’m pretty sure with Papa Arino that we won’t have any murders. Two, before you open your mouth, do you really want to question Papa’s methods after what he did to Stephen Nair at The Autumn Effect? Seth Ericson: ...Fiiiiine. I’ll just sit here and...y’know, chime in every now and then. SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: PAPA ARINO
CHRIS STRIKE VS. SHINJI UCHIKAWAThe bell rings and with that, Strike comes out from his corner while Shinji hops off from the turnbuckle as the two begin to circle around the center of the ring. Papa Arino glances at the both of them for a second, before stepping forward, holding his hands up and shaking his head at the two. Shinji stops in his tracks as does Strike. The cameras focus very clearly on Papa, as he motions for the two: Papa Arino: “YOU DO THIS WITH HONOR FIRST! SHAKE!!!” Strike’s eyebrows raise just slightly at the old man’s extremely powerful voice, but nods accordingly as he meets Shinji at the center of the ring, who already has his right arm out and hand extended. The two shake hands firmly in the center of the ring, even going as far as exchanging a small bow in the process to boot before breaking off. Papa Arino: “OKAY! NOW YOU FIGHT HARD!” On that cue, the two go right to circling around the ring again, the crowd at the RIMAC waiting in anticipation before they step forward, coming together with a collar-to-elbow tie-up. The two have a bit of a struggle before Strike finally manages to get the edge on it, before placing Uchikawa in an arm wrench. Strike holds on to it for a moment before Shinji reverses it, twisting the arm back around and firing a sharp kick into the elbow joint, before hitting Strike with an armbar takedown. Strike immediately rolls out of it and gets back to feet. Before Shinji can reach for him, Strike ducks underneath his grasp, slipping behind the young lion and then uses his arms to sweep Shinji off his feet and to the mat before hopping over near his head and placing Shinji in a headlock. Uchikawa gradually makes his way back to his feet, twisting and turning his way out of the headlock before he slips behind Chris and sweeps him by the legs to the mat. He interlocks his arms around Strike’s waist, bringing Strike up to his feet before putting his own amateur wrestling background to work as he quickly brings Strike over and down to the mat with a fireman’s carry. He immediately follows suit by grabbing on to Chris’ right arm and twisting on it accordingly. Smacking the sole of his foot against the mat, Strike slowly makes his way back up to a vertical base before running backwards until he gets Shinji Uchikawa against the ropes, forcing Papa Arino to step in and obnoxiously scream in Japanese for Shinji to release the hold or else. Shinji lets go immediately, raising his arms up as Strike takes a few steps back, the RIMAC Arena applauding accordingly for this display of action. Dick Morosi: Listen to this reaction. Seth Ericson: Shinji Uchikawa just outwrestled the number one contender to this company’s World title for, like, thirty seconds...there is no God. Dick Morosi: As always, your wit is in a class of its own, Seth… Standing nearest to the corner, Strike does manage the hint of a smile and a nod of acknowledgment to Uchikawa’s abilities as he makes his way to the center of the ring, meeting Shinji yet again with another collar-to-elbow tie-up. But this time around, Strike’s much quicker to put on the headlock on the young lion, forcing Shinji to make his way towards the ropes and use them to irish whip Strike off of him. On the rebound, Shinji ducks under a lariat attempt from Strike and breaks out on his own run towards the ropes and as the two are about to meet in the center of the ring, Shinji leaps in the air and catches Strike by surprise with a leg lariat that brings Chris down to the mat. However, given the earliness of the match, both men are right back on their feet and Shinji’s right on the offensive, hitting Strike with a few kicks towards the left knee and midsection before Strike attempts to retaliate by sending a wild high kick towards Shinji’s skull. Uchikawa avoids it, grabbing on to Strike’s leg and then shoving it aside, the momentum turning Strike’s body around. Seeing his opportunity, Uchikawa immediately places his arms around Strike, attempting to put them in a straightjacket position before Papa Arino’s eyes widen and he is stepping forward again, literally dragging Shinji away by the ear. Papa Arino: NO NO NO! NO TSUNAMI GERMAN FOR YOU! YOU NEED MORE ADVERSITY, UCHIKAWA-KUN! Seth Ericson: Is that old man serious right now?! Dick Morosi: Well, Shinji Uchikawa is here on an excursion. Seth Ericson: SCREW THE EXCURSION! HE HAS A CHANCE TO BE A STAR BY BEATING THIS VIOLENT MANIAC, PAPA! WHY YOU NO LET HIM WIN?!?! Even Strike’s confused, as he’s raising his arms up while looking at Papa Arino. Papa lets go of Shinji, whispering something to him in Japanese before patting him across the back and glancing over at Strike, pointing at him, then pointing over to Shinji. Papa Arino: YOU. YOU BEAT HIM UP GOOD! THEN...WE MAKE IT RAIN! Strike blinks. Shinji blinks. Both glance at Papa. Papa Arino: ………..GET TO IT ALREADY!!!!! Strike immediately rushes Shinji, who does avoid the contact, forcing Strike to stop just short of the turnbuckle. However, as he turns around, he catches a massive dropkick from Uchikawa, which sends Strike over the second rope and down to the outside. As Chris returns to his feet, he’s met with something a little...unusual. And by unusual, we literally mean a short, young Japanese man with spiked hair, big knock-off Gucci glasses, an air horn in one hand and a megaphone that he somehow got past security on the other hand. And of course, he literally just blew the air horn and amplified the noise even further with the megaphone...thus upsetting just about everybody within the vicinity of the first rows. Not to mention, sent Strike jumping back for a moment. “HEY STRIKE! HEY STRIKE! HOW’S GETTING KILLED BY MY BOY SHINJI GOING, DAWG?!” Dick Morosi: Who in the world… Seth Ericson: Oh yeah, that’s Tom. Shinji’s friend from Japan. That and the girl over there is Destiny...something. Y’know, the one next to him. She is apparently his biggest fan to boot, if we’re going by the obnoxious sign in her hands. Said sign does literally read “SHINJI FAN NUMERO UNO”...and it has an ornament of Christmas lights within it. Nevertheless, Strike glances over at Tom and Destiny for a second too long so that once he turns back, he has to raise his arms up as Uchikawa comes FLYING out from the ring onto him with a Tope con Hilo as the crowd roars in approval. Shinji stands back to his feet and roared in approval, while Papa looks on from the center of the ring with his arms crossed and his right foot tapping the mat impatiently. Y’know, like a very pissed off Sonic the Hedgehog, except he’s not blue and he’s more likely to kill you in fifteen seconds. Analogies aside, Uchikawa brings Strike back to his feet and manages to connect with a knife-edged chop that sends Chris stumbling back...right into the area where Tom and Destiny are at. Thus, leading us to yet ANOTHER air horn/megaphone combination that echoes through the RIMAC. At this point, Strike is just aggravated, as he slaps the megaphone off of Tom’s hands and literally leers at the smaller man behind the guardrail. Tom, on the other hand, seems to give no effs. “HEY STRIKE! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK SO MUCH!” *airhorn* “YOU ALMOST SUCK AS BAD AS HEATHER! NO, ACTUALLY, YOU SUCK EVEN MORE THAN HER AND SHE SUCKS A LOOOOOT!!!!” Strike’s glance immediately changes from aggravated to “I’ll railroad spike your face if you take this any further.”Dick Morosi: ...Oh, this won’t be good. Seth Ericson: Chris Strike is a reckless human being with no regards for his own well-being or anybody else’s...but he wouldn’t get us sued, right? ...RIGHT?!?! At this point, even Shinji Uchikawa is an awe as he looks over at this session. Tom does manage to spot him for a moment there, flashing Shinji a quick thumbs-up and then screaming at him to “kill Strike for America” or something of that sort. Strike, on the other hand, refuses to budge...head slightly lowered, hands turning into fists. Tom continues to shout obscenities, Shinji quietly begins to approach the scene...and of course, Papa Arino at this point is leaning over the middle and top ropes, GLARING at Tom’s direction and that specific section of the RIMAC. Papa Arino: YOU NO MOVE ONE MUSCLE, TINY MAN!!!!! THE REST OF YOU DO MOVE! SHINJI, YOU GO GET STRIKE. NOW!The crowd around Tom’s section does indeed take a few steps back, as Tom then points at himself and starts to obnoxiously yell over at Papa Arino before blowing his air horn again while the girl next to him stands there, glancing around while still holding her sign up in the most awkward form possible before shaking her head in pure denial, gradually bringing the sign in front of her face. Shinji does make his way over to Strike, asking him something… And that’s the point where Strike’s head comes and he literally spins around, nearly taking Uchikawa’s head off with a rolling kesagiri chop, as Shinji goes down to the protective mat like a sack of potatoes. Also, that stops the entire RIMAC in its tracks. Dick Morosi: HOLY… Seth Ericson: ...Well, Shinji, it was good knowing you. I guess. Chris brings his right arm under Shinji’s right armpit and the other around his back as he lifts the dead weight that is Uchikawa back up to his feet before placing on a half-nelson in full here. The cameras do manage to get a very good shot of his face...and, of course, his teeth gritting, a glance that screams pure murder and all of that goes up the window as Chris Strike then literally lifts Shinji Uchikawa over his head and sends him right over the barricade and into Tom and his female friend with a half-nelson suplex as the crowd at the RIMAC outright ERUPTS at the rather insane feat of strength! Dick Morosi: HALF-NELSON SUPLEX OVER THE BARRICADE!!! Seth Ericson: ...Oh my God, he literally just suplexed him into people. Oh. Oh...oh God, we’re getting sued. We’re so sued...THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, CHRIS STRIKE! ALL OF IT!!! The fans at the RIMAC are going ballistic, a small “HOLY S**T” (that’s obviously censored, because we’re on network TV, come on) coming out of that exact section that just witnessed the demolition derby. As Strike leans over the barricade and roughly grabs on to Uchikawa’s hair to pull him over the barricade and back, the cameras do flash back to Papa Arino...who suddenly has just the hint of a smile on his face, as he steps back near the turnbuckle and nods while Chris rolls Shinji back inside of the ring before getting himself back inside as well. Instead of glancing over at Papa or at his surroundings, the former Thunder God brings Uchikawa back over to his feet and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Shinji goes crashing against it face-first and as he bounces back from the whiplash, Strike places his arms around his waist and proceeds to nail Uchikawa with a crisp, picture-perfect German suplex. But he holds on to Shinji’s ribs, gradually rolling over and bringing the kid and himself back to a vertical stance. But instead of another German, Strike slips his arms under Shinji’s arms and his hands meet at the center of his neck before he leans over and nails Uchikawa with a dragon suplex. But Strike’s not letting go, dammit! Dick Morosi: A series of suplexes here...and it looks like Strike isn’t done! Seth Ericson: Playing with food isn’t nice! For God’s sakes, Papa, put a stop to it! Papa Arino observes carefully as Strike and Uchikawa are on their feet, with Strike’s grasp going from Shinji’s neck to his arms, pulling them aside before finally connecting with a tiger suplex, in which he DOES bridge. Papa finally makes his way down to the mat and slaps it accordingly: ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!! TH- SHINJI KICKS OUT AND IS IMMEDIATELY BACK TO HIS FEET, ROARING FURIOUSLY AS HE STARES AT CHRIS STRIKE WHILE HE GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!!!! Seth Ericson: NO! IT’S NOT OVER!!! Dick Morosi: SHINJI UCHIKAWA KICKS OUT AND HE’S SHOWING SOME SPIRIT HERE!!! Strike’s glare hasn’t changed from earlier, but he does avert his eyes to glance over at Papa Arino...who simply steps back and then slowly runs his thumb across his throat. As Strike turns around, he is met by a leaping Shinji Uchikawa, who tries to grab a hold of the former Thunder God for the first phase of the OMEGA-16, but Strike is one step ahead by taking a step back (the irony, huh) before his right palm immediately comes up to Uchikawa’s face as a counter, just SMACKING him down to the mat in the process. But Shinji, yet again, returns to his feet in no time with another roar… Except this time around, he is met by a running Chris Strike, who then turns into a leaping Chris Strike with a pair of arms that close around Shinji’s neck and tucked knees that shortly thereafter meet Shinji Uchikawa’s face, sending him promptly back the fuck down to the mat! Dick Morosi: NARUKAMI!!! Chris immediately covers Shinji, hooking the right leg and leaning on to it with gusto as Papa Arino and the RIMAC count it. ONE!!!!! TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bell rings and “March of Mephisto” begins to play over the PA system once more, as Chris Strike gets back to his feet as does Papa Arino. Arino raises Strike’s right hand in the air for a few moments, before breaking it off, as Shinji’s beginning to stir to his senses. Dick Morosi: What a way to kick off the show tonight...and you’ve got to give Shinji his due here tonight. He came out with the intent of taking this one and you gotta respect that. Seth Ericson: But just as I thought, he nearly got killed by the reckless maniac eventually. Experience does triumph over youth, for the most part. Besides, not like his friends over there helped one damn bit. The cameras are on cue tonight, as they show a shot of Tom in his section getting heckled by the others around, as he’s screaming loud obscenities in a mixture of Japanese and English that nobody else seems to understand while the female with the Christmas lights sign is slowly stepping away from all of this and trying to blend in with the rest of the crowd in that section. Before we go any further, however, we do get back to ringside as Strike and Papa are standing in the center of the ring while Shinji is back in a sitting position near the turnbuckle, holding on to the side of his head while gradually getting back to his feet. Strike has his arms crossed for a moment while he watches Shinji stand up fully. The crowd at RIMAC gives Uchikawa a round of applause. Dick Morosi: Good show of respect by the EXODUS faithful here tonight. Seth Ericson: He survived in a land of juggernauts. It’s a start. Finally gaining some semblance of composure that isn’t set on absolutely destroying someone, Chris Strike takes the first bold step by offering his hand once again like they did in the beginning of the match. Shinji glances at it, glances at Papa, glances at the hand again...and the look on his face looks like he’s ready to go for round two rather than concede defeat. He mutters something in Japanese and Strike’s eyes raise enough to fire back with something else, emphasizing his right hand. That something is enough to get Shinji to step forward right into Strike’s own personal bubble, as the two begin to stare down one another while exchanging words in Uchikawa’s native language for a few moments… Papa Arino: ENOOOOUUUUGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Before the two can even get another word, Papa Arino literally gets himself in the middle of two, a hand next to each of their chests, pushing them away enough from one another before letting go and staring over at Shinji, pointing at him and specifically, pointing at his chest. Papa Arino: YOU! SHOW! HONOR! JUST LIKE HE DID! YOU FACE ADVERSITY HERE TONIGHT! YOU LEARN FROM IT! YOU IMPROVE! AND NOW, YOU SHAKE HIS HAND! Papa Arino then glances over at Strike, pointing at him. Papa Arino: AND YOU?! YOUR JAPANESE TOO RUSTY! YOU NEED REFRESHER FOR BATTLE WITHOUT HONOR OR HUMANITY! ...PAPA WILL ASSIST ONCE SHOW IS OVER! Strike sighs, managing the hint of a smile before glancing over at Shinji...who doesn’t have as much of a scowl on his face now. Taking a deep breath, Strike offers his hand once again and this time around? Shinji shakes it, leading to another nice roar approval from the RIMAC. Dick Morosi: What a nice show of sportsmanship between the two. Seth Ericson: Yeah, because what are they going to do, defy Papa Arino? That would go over well. Dick Morosi: You would know a thing or two about that. Seth Ericson: ...Grrr. The handshake is broken momentarily, as Papa Arino then raises both their hands in the air...before letting go and beginning to rub his fingers together while looking up at the air...and at that point, of course, we start to see certain things falling from the sky. Things of a monetary variety in paper form. In fact, with the more he keeps rubbing his fingers, the more of it comes down. Seth Ericson: ...Oh my God. Dick Morosi: He did say he was going to make it rain, Seth! The cameras go elsewhere as we, indeed, see Papa Arino make it rain alongside Chris Strike and Shinji Uchikawa, who join him in the process. WINNER: CHRIS STRIKEThe camera cuts to backstage, where we finally see the Graytourage coming into the arena. All of them have their heads down, to block the sun, with Gray cradling an ice pack to his head. They all slowly shuffle their feet into the building. Only Meta seems to be doing alright, strutting in with his head held high, smiling. The rest let out a collective groan at Meta’s enthusiasm. Nicholas Gray: Alright...perhaps...there is a need for restricting the party fund… Harvey BirdMan: ‘Ey Nicky...please don’ talk….it hurts my head…. Nicholas Gray: ..Coming back to find them is Nicholas’ good friend and Director of EXODUS Pro, Jonathan Collins. Alongside him is Assistant Director, Darrin Stearns. There’s a strange look on Darrin’s and Jon’s face as they realize two things. 1) There’s a new person with the Graytourage. 2) Pond’s face is no longer pixelated. This second news makes Darrin grin a little. Darrin Stearns: Hey Pond. Pond: Hey…. There is a pause. Pond: ...hey…. There’s a snicker from Gray as Pond starts to look around in confusion. Pond: That’s my voice. Nicholas Gray: Mmmhmmmm. She fishes through her pocket and pulls out a hand mirror, looking at her face in it. Pond: And that’s my FACE. Nicholas Gray: MMMMHMMMMM. Pond: Why. Nicholas Gray: Oh, y’know...funny thing, you got so drunk, you just started signing autographs for anyone, cause you’re on TV and all…. Harvey Birdman: An’ I got somethin’ special signed! Nicholas Gray: ….thanks, Harvey. That really needed to be more creepy. Harvey BirdMan: ‘ey, ain’ no problem, Nicky! Pond: Oh, it’ll be a problem when I cram MY FOOT DOWN YOUR THROAT YOU SON OF A- Jonathan Collins: WOAH! Pond, it’s cool. This isn’t the worst thing that could have happened. We have Deacon Jeremiah unpixelated, we can handle you. But, Nicholas...who the hell is the new guy? Nicholas Gray: ...who? He turns and looks at the new guy. Nicholas Gray: Actually, yeah, I...got no idea. Man: Oh. I’m the new trainer. You hired me last night. Nicholas Gray: ...oh! Well, alright! Pond: Seriously. Nicholas Gray: Sounds like something I’d do. So! Trainer, what’s your name? Man: Dr. Cyril Kuller. Lightning strikes outside. Pond: ...seriously. Nicholas Gray: ...NEAT! Another member of the Graytourage is a good day in my book! Pond: SERIOUSLY. Darrin Stearns: Nicholas, I’m gonna have to agree with Pond here. Jonathan Collins: Something seems fishy about this Dr. Kuller Lightning strikes outside, leaving Jon to look around with the rest of them. Dr. Kuller: There’s nothing to worry about. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get my vodka chest and get to the trainer’s room. Nicholas Gray: Okie dokie! Dr. Kuller: Oh, and hey...if anyone wants some cybernetic replacements, come see me! Nicholas Gray: We will! Jonathan Collins: Nick, seriously...hey Doc? Where did you get your license? Dr. Kuller: Oh, I got it at Harvard...Peru’s Harvard. Seventeen centuries ago. It’s probably up for renewal now. Nicholas Gray: Eh, get it taken care of next week, you’ve got work to do! Dr. Kuller: Indeed! I’ll see you all sooooon! And off he goes, Nick smiling and nodding. Nicholas Gray: That party was a good idea. We got a trainer out of it. Neat name too, Cyril Kuller. Pond: Seriously. Nicholas Gray: What? Pond: Just think about it. Try. Nicholas Gray: Cyril Kuller. He blinked in confusion, repeating the name several times as he tried to grasp it, finally he slowly says the name, finger bobbing along as he says two slightly different words after. Nicholas Gray: ...ah. He looks again where Dr. Kuller went. Nicholas Gray: Yeah...cutting the party budget for the next year.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 11:31:01 GMT -6
Dark Match
Sam Johnson vs. Meta JohnsonSam went boom. Meta says he wins or else. Winner: Meta Johnson December 2nd, 2013
San Diego, California
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1... It's not "Galvanize, it's a new theme! Time for... It's "With Me Now" by Blacklite District as the opening package begins! Got no time for my game, I put it on the shelf
And this money and fame ain't gonna earn itself
I'm not wasting my time, you better recognize
The flame, the hustle, the pain, the redness in my eyes
When the pressure comes down you throw the towel in
But for me and my crew, that's where the work begins
At the end of the day we like to cut it loose
By the end of the night we're making bodies move... It all starts with shots of EXODUS Pro stars warming up...Zero McHannon...Fiona Rourke...Adrien Cochrane...Jimmy Riley. Next comes the background players getting the stage and ring set up...Next comes action shots of some finishers like the Silk City Necktie...The Jones Equation...3:00...the Relampago... We're waiting, we're waiting, we're waiting
I'm ready for the bright lights, high life, everybody's feelin' right
Live it up, keep it poppin' all night
We're ready for the throw down, showdown, never fuckin' slow down
Live it up, tonight it's gonna go down
You know we need it loud
Shout if you're with me now! You want fan service? How about sexy video clips of Savannah Taylor and Heather Halliwell? Next comes a huge shot of The Turks heading to the Ring, promo video of Chandler Scott...Jerry Matthews hitting a huge Savior's Wrath! A roundhouse kick from Johnny Cannon! Forced Suicide from Zack Lifer! Feeding time from Kira T. Zeppeli! A montage of the champions holding up their titles! AND NOW IT'S SHOWTIME! We cut to the ringside area, and the RIMAC is hot as always! We see signs like "JESUS LOVES JEREMIAH," "#STUDLIFE," "HEATHER LANNISTER," and "TROUBLE WINS OR WE RIOT!" all around the arena as we finally cut to Dick and Seth at their announce table! Dick Morosi: Fresh off of a huge anniversary show, welcome to EXPRO On FX! I'm Dick Morosi, and...well, that's my partner, Seth Ericson. I can assure you it's Seth, despite the sunglasses on his face. Seth, what's wrong ol' pal? Seth Ericson: ....idontwannatalkaboutit. Dick Morosi: Is this about the talk you had with Papa Arino? Seth takes off his sunglasses to show that he has two black eyes, and his face may still look a little swollen. Seth Ericson: Nicholas Gray, I've been asked by Papa Arino to humbly apologize for doubting the start of the Gray Era. Dick chuckles and shakes his head. Dick Morosi: Folks, we've got a huge show for you tonight! Tonight starts the Honor Cup, with fifteen qualifying matches, and a huge main event as Zero McHannon meets Jerry Matthews, but first, it's time for some exhibition action! Chris Strike meets Kingdom of Japan's Shinji Uchikawa, and it's next!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2013 20:16:13 GMT -6
YO
WHAT! TIME IS IT?
IT'S....KZY TIME!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2013 20:08:41 GMT -6
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Alright, fuck it, I'm impressed. Upheld.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 30, 2013 19:07:27 GMT -6
NEXT ROUND IS PICK SOMEONE WHO WORKED THE VERY FIRST RING OF HONOR SHOW, THE ERA OF HONOR BEGINS. HAVE FUN. TILDE. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 30, 2013 19:07:02 GMT -6
when I said "current ROH round", I meant that the current round is about ROH, bro.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 21, 2013 18:39:39 GMT -6
If everyone isn't feeling plowed by the end of this, I consider it a failure.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 21, 2013 17:56:02 GMT -6
2lewd4me.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 21, 2013 17:15:42 GMT -6
Personal Information
Name: Bryce
Email: PM me
Previous E-Wrestling Experience: About two years
Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): n/a
Character Info
Name: Chandler Scott
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 245 lbs
Hometown: Hayannis Port, Massachusetts
Alignment: Originally a -4, Chandler's actions as of late have brought him up to a -1. Chandler's support of Jonathan Collins and the Sekigun during their time of need has endeared him to some fans/members of the roster. However, Chandler's past, as well as his current actions elsewhere, keep him from fully going over to the light side.
Entrance Music: "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple
Entrance Description:
The sound of an organ plays throughout the arena. The lighting in the arena slowly switches to an orange hue, causing the fans to quickly shift their attention to the entrance way. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd leaps to their feet to ((boo/cheer)) the man that's about to walk out. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott bursts through the curtain as the crowd ((really begins to let him have it with their boos, jeers and random catcalls / shows its support with cheers, applause and various shrieks of excitement))
RING ANNOUNCER HERE
As Chandler makes his way to the ring, he throws up both index fingers in the air as he swaggers his way to the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler steps through the ropes, springboards up onto the second ropes and poses once more, basking in his glory.
Physical Appearance: Alex Riley
Ring Attire:
Primary Attire
Red trunks (with black Harvard Hammer logo across the back.)
White wrist tape.
Black elbow pads.
Black knee pads.
White boots.
Alt attire 1
Black trunks (with red Harvard Hammer logo across the back.)
White wrist tape.
Black elbow pads.
Red knee pads.
White boots.
Alt attire 2
White trunks (with gold Harvard Hammer across the back.)
White wrist tape.
Black elbow pads.
Gold knee pads.
White boots.
Gimmick: Simply put, a jerk.
Personality: Arrogant. Annoying. @$$h*le. Loves getting people riled up. Loves flaunting the failures of others in their faces. Loves a good plan that comes together. He is loyal to those close to him and will begrudgingly admit when he's been bested.
List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:
1. His confidence. No matter the contest, Chandler is rarely nervous going into a match and expects to best his opponent(s).
2. Ability. Chandler is technically sound for someone with his experience level.
3. Conniving. He's usually up to something that benefits him.
List up to three weaknesses of your character:
1. Insecurity. Chandler is often jealous of those that are greatly admired by the crowd (while painting himself as the victim that is wrongfully booed),
2. His mouth. Chandler talks A LOT. And it will usually get him in some form of trouble.
3. Lack of experience. Despite wrestling professionally for two years, he still lacks in experience compared to most of his opponents.
Biography: Coming Soon
Wrestling Style: Technical, Balanced
Finishers:
1. Harvard Hammer (Polish Hammer and it's running, discus or hangman variants)
*Hangman's Polish Hammer is like a Hangman's Discus Elbow, just sub the elbow for the hammer
2. Valediction (Spiral Bomb/Spinning Sitout Powerbomb)
3. Valediction '14 (Slingshot Sitout Powerbomb)
Signature Moves
1. Spinning Sitout Sleeper Slam
2. Tilt-a-whirl Sidewalk Slam
3. Textbook Dropkick
Regular Moves
1. Frankensteiner
2. High Knee Lift
3. European Uppercut
4. Lariat Takedown
5. Inverted Headlock Backbreaker
6. Snap Fisherman Neckbreaker
7. Pendulum Backbreaker
8. Gutwrench Suplex
9. Rolling Double Underhook Suplexes (3)
10. Spinning Side Belly to Belly Supex
11. Stalling Vertical Suplex
12. Snap Powerslam
13. Super Samon Drop (used as a counter to cut off an opponent headed to the top rope)
14. Rib Breaker
15. Rolling Neck Snap
16. Bulldog
17. Chinlock
18. Boston Crab
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