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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 20, 2013 0:04:17 GMT -6
Personal Information Name: Gabe Email: takeuout101@cox.net Previous E-Wrestling Experience: 10+ years Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): gabegambinomwa (yim)
Character Info Name: Gabriel Gambino Date of Birth: June 4, 1979 Height: 6’2” Weight: 227 lbs Hometown: Trenton, New Jersey by way of Palermo, Sicily Currently Resides: Los Angeles, California Alignment: +2; Gabe has come a long way in redeeming himself from past indiscretions, and is firmly supplanted as a ‘face’, however he is far from a baby face. He doesn’t trust many people, and doesn’t necessarily pander to the fans, though he enjoys the cheers. Think of him as a Stone Cold/CM Punk type, whereas he can toe the line of good and bad.
Entrance Music: “Papercut” by Linkin Park [instrumental version]
Entrance Description:
[code][The house lights drop suddenly, leaving only a lone spotlight atop the entrance ramp. The big screen lights up to show a single warrior riding into battle. Just as the warrior gets to his enemies the picture fades, "THE CONQUEROR" in blood red replacing it. The opening beat to Linkin Park’s “Papercut” (instrumental version) begins to play over the PA system.]
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 227 pounds… Accompanied to the ring by Ms. Katherine Grayson… “The Conqueror”… GABRIEL GAMBIIIIIIINO!
When the beat drops, the big screen begins to play clips of various Gambino matches. GABRIEL GAMBINO, in block letters, appears in between clips, alternating with “THE CONQUEROR”. By now, the crowd has jumped to its feet in anticipation of Gabe’s appearance. After what seems like an eternity, Gabriel steps out from behind the curtain and into the spotlight, arm in arm with the very beautiful Kat Grayson. He stands there motionless, staring out into the crowd, as red and white strobe lights begin to alternate around the arena. He is dressed in a white t-shirt, a black Spartan helmet with red feathers on top on the front, and "I Came, I Saw, I Conquered" in red writing on the back. A pair of black and red neoprene elbow sleeves adorn his elbows, and his wrists are both wrapped heavily with white tape. Black trunks with his Spartan helmet logo and "The Conqueror" in red on the back are accompanied by two black kneepads, and a pair of high black boots. His dark brown hair is slicked back, and his goatee his neatly trimmed. Gabriel begins a methodically slow walk towards the ring, turning around with his arms outstretched about halfway down the ramp as Grayson applauds him. He continues to walk backwards for a few more steps before turning around, continuing his march to the ring with a purpose. Gabriel marches up the steps and enters the ring. He moves to the far turnbuckle, climbing the second rope and carefully lifting his right foot to the top rope. He stands with his arms stretched to the sky. [/code]
Physical Appearance: Bradley Cooper
Ring Attire: Black wrestling trunks with a Spartan helmet and ‘The Conqueror’ written in red on the rear, black kneepads, a pair of high black boots with ‘The Conqueror’ in red running down the outside of each. His wrists are both heavily taped from the knuckles to midway up his forearm in white tape, along with a pair of black and red neoprene elbow pads. On his way to the ring he wears a white t-shirt with a black Spartan helmet with red feathers on the front and the back bearing the phrase “I Came, I Saw, I Conquered”.
Gimmick and Personality: “The Conqueror”. Wherever Gabriel has competed, he has usually excelled. He has won multiple titles in multiple companies, earning his “Conqueror” moniker. He may come off as a bit brash, and somewhat cocky, but he does have a lighter side as well (usually only seen around friends and family.) He is a fierce competitor, and isn’t afraid to let anyone know how good he is.
List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character: 1. Experience: Gabe has been inside a squared-circle for most of his adult life. He began training to become a wrestler while in his senior year of high school, and made his professional debut at the ripe age of 18. Pushing 15 years in the business, Gabe knows what it takes to get the job done both inside and outside of the ring. 2. Competitive nature: Gabe is as fierce a competitor there is inside the ring. Having been at this for almost 15 years, he still wants to prove himself each and every time he steps foot in the squared-circle. 3. Athleticism: Despite being involved in hundreds of matches in his career, and despite his balky right knee, Gabe is still quite athletic for all the mileage on his body. He uses the athleticism to keep up with smaller guys, as well as to wear down the bigger ones.
List up to three weaknesses of your character: 1. Ego: Gabe will be the first to admit, he’s got an ego the size of Texas. He knows how good he is at his best, and he isn’t afraid to let you know about it. 2. Right Knee: Three knee surgeries have made his right knee a target to opponents. He tends to try to protect it as much as possible inside the ring, even though it is his dominant leg. 3. Competitiveness: Gabe’s will and desire to compete at the highest level and be the best he can possibly be sometimes works against him. Sometimes he is too over the top, and almost beats himself if you will.
Biography: Coming soon.
Wrestling Style: Blend of technical, submission, with a twist of aerial added in.
Finishers 1. ‘The Fongul’-Double underhook sitout face buster. (Daniel’s Angels Wings)
2. ‘Eye of Medusa’-Koji clutch
Signature Moves 1.Elbow drop off the top rope 2.’Sleep with the Fishes’- Running Mafia/Yakuza kick
Moveset
Strikes Head Butt Knife Edge Chop Running Lariat Rolling Elbows Straight Punch
Kicks Roundhouse Kick Standing Dropkick Kicks to chest, followed by kick to head (Opponent on knees, think Daniel Bryan) Shining Wizard Jumping Knee Lift Pele Kick
General Arm drag Hip toss Double arm DDT Hammerlock Legsweep DDT Inverted Headlock Backbreaker German Suplex Double Knee Armbreaker Cobra Clutch Bulldog Sitout Powerbomb Fireman's Carry Neckbreaker Elevated Gutbuster
Submission Figure Four Leglock Liontamer Bridging Double Chicken Wing (Cattle Mutilation) Gogoplata
Aerial Springboard Clothesline Frog Splash Over the top rope Suicide Dive Springboard Moonsault
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 19, 2013 23:56:47 GMT -6
Personal Information Name: Sean Email: imperial.law@gmail.com Previous E-Wrestling Experience: Don't even ask. Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): Puncyclopedia
Character Info Name: Seymour Almasy Height: 5'8” Weight: 177 lbs. Hometown: Billed from “the Kingdom of Guardia,” his actual residence is New York City, NY Alignment: +4. A genuinely good person, Seymour Almasy has fought the good fight for the forces of justice for most of his career. He takes pride in being something of a true hero in a world populated by anti-heroes. Years of putting up with the worst that wrestling can offer, however, have left him more than willing to fight fire with fire when necessary, preventing him from getting the full +5 monty. (He also has roughly a year and a half of atrocities on his head that he committed under the name of the fal'Cie, Orphan, that weigh on him heavily.)
IMPORTANT TO NOTE: His +4 status will bring him into conflict with other positive leaning characters at times, should they opt to stray from tactics he deems good and just. This isn't common – sometimes, after all, bad people deserve to have bad things happen to him – but when it happens he will seek to bring “good guys” to justice as stringently as “bad guys” Such is life when one calls himself the Judge Magister.
Entrance Music: “Glenn's Theme” by Yatsunori Mitsuda (Chrono Trigger OST)
Entrance Description:
The heroic sounding strains of “Glenn's Theme” by Yatsunori Mitsuda hit the speakers of the RIMAC, as a cloud of white smoke obscured the entryway. Moments later, the only man in wrestling who would use a track off the Chrono Trigger OST stepped through the fog, power-walking his way towards the squared circle.
David Zingus: On his way to the ring at this time, hailing from the Kingdom of Guardia, he stands five feet eight inches tall, and weighs in at one-hundred seventy-seven pounds, he is the self-proclaimed Judge Magister of EXODUS Pro Wrestling...SEYMOUR ALMASY!
Slapping hands with fans on his way towards the squared circle, the Judge Magister's attention is nonetheless focused on the ring and task at hand. Once he reaches the ring, Almasy slides in under the bottom rope, and readies himself for battle.
Physical Appearance: Long, platinum-white hair that goes down to his shoulders. Green eyes. No defining marks or tattoos of any kind. Handsome face that even in his early thirties still manages to get the ladies to squeal. Lean musculature, very much like a runner or diver.
Ring Attire: Long silver tights and black boots. These long tights are stylized to look like the bottom half of a suit of armor through the power of airbrushing (think Rob Van Dam/Ryback).
Gimmick: Dork.
...oh, you want more, don't you?
Essentially, Seymour Almasy in late 2013 is something of the Judge Magister he bills himself as. Lawful Good in the classic D&D sense of the term, Almasy has come to EXODUS Pro to fight a company that drove his student, Ryuji Kamigawa, to the depths of aligning with Magnus Gunner to form Gods & Monsters before the arson of his hostess club, Club Dekedan sent the Monster in White back to Japan to deal with personal matters.
As such, much of Almasy's current character draws from the more pure heroes of RPG culture, and less from the anti-heroes that have become popular in more recent years (see, ex, Leonhart, Squall; Strife, Cloud; Farron, Lightning)
Personality:
List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:
1. Endurance. Even as he winds his way towards his thirty-third birthday, the once-Final Fantasy has one of the best gas tanks in professional wrestling. He has near limitless reserves of energy thanks to a fanatical cardio regimen and is generally impossible to tire out. He can go thirty almost every night without thinking about it too hard. His single greatest tangible strength as a professional wrestler.
2. Counter Artist. Almasy has picked up the ability to counter opponents very well over the years. Part of this comes from his general strategy to pick up the pace – opponents drawn into a faster pace who aren't used to it simply make more exploitable errors than opponents wrestling in their own style, after all. The rest of it is a combination of practice and experience. Whatever the case, it makes Almasy very dangerous as an opponent.
3. Pain Threshold. You aren't going to beat Seymour Almasy through simple pain and punishment. Your best bets are knocking him out, knocking the wind out of him such that he can't kick out before three, putting him in a choke he can't escape, or threaten snapping one of his joints with a submission. Otherwise, he will keep coming at you. An underrated element of Almasy's game over the years, and one that has resulted in scores of frustrated opponents.
List up to three weaknesses of your character:
1. Submissions. Seymour Almasy's slight size means that once a good submission is locked on him, he has difficulty escaping, and often will have to tap. Most of Almasy's most difficult opponents over his eleven years in the sport have all been able to exploit this weakness of Almasy's to great effect over the years. A good submissionist is and always will be Seymour's Achilles heel.
2. Technicians. Similarly, good technical wrestlers also have a easier time against Almasy. Seymour is a trained professional wrestler, but came to the sport with no amateur background to speak of. Opponents who do not get caught up in Almasy's pace and wrestle a wrestling match rather than let Seymour turn it into a fast-paced spotfest tend to have better success against Almasy than most – Coral Avalon and Brandon Youngblood both exploited their technical know-how in very tough matches for Almasy.
3. Lawful Good. Almasy's fight is not simply for himself. It is for EXODUS, and his vision of what EXODUS can be. As such, his list of potential enemies is vast, and he is too stubborn and prideful to back down from them. His dance card, in time, will be as full as any on the EXODUS roster, and making enemies on the dangerous EXODUS roster is generally poor for one's health.
Biography:
Perhaps the ultimate sign that the once virtuous Final Fantasy has cracked is that
Wrestling Style: Fast-paced counter-oriented lucharesu. Almasy's game is all about keeping the contest at a quick pace and forcing opponents less adept at that pace to make errors that he can capitalize on. Both of his primary finishers play into this, executable out of tight spots and allow him to end contests while on the seeming brink of death.
Finishers: (Please note all are used with relative equality, none is a super finisher.)
1. Save the Queen (Bicycle Knee Strike. Think the Brogue Kick, but with the final blow being the knee driven under the chin. Very much intended as a knockout shot, and usually is when hit cleanly)
2. Illusion of Gaia (Ankle Lock Submission, straight from the Ken Shamrock/Kurt Angle playbook. Almasy's version of the move is potent primarily because he can pull the move out from a variety of odd situations (victory rolls and the like), and it can come from virtually nowhere, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat)
3. Luminaire (Springboard Swanton Bomb. While Almasy flies around a bunch more than he did as Orphan, the danger of his high risks has gone down as he's gotten older. Luminaire is the most spectacular aerial move he uses these days, and as such is the aerial finisher.)
Signature Moves
1. Sword of Mana (Jump spinning roundhouse kick, it was once known as the Jecht Shot and is the oldest move in Almasy's repetoire. Match openings become almost a sub-match in the sense that opponents must always ask if he'll throw it to start the contest or not, as his history of doing so is both long and successful)
2. Illumina (Double-underhook legsweep DDT. A momentum changer, and perhaps Seymour's premier “get a long two count on an opponent” move.)
3. Blue Magic (Not a true signature, per se, but if an opponent uses one of their signatures on Almasy, often times if he is capable of executing it Almasy will attempt to ape it later in the contest, a callout to the Blue Mages of Final Fantasy lore.)
Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves.
1. Dropkicks of all shapes, sizes, and levels 2. Rolling koppou kick 3. Knee strikes out of a Muay Thai clinch 4. Rolling elbow smash 5. Bridging dragon suplex (lighter opponents only) 6. Powerbomb, with jackknife bridge (lighter opponents only) 7. Crucifix-style Lungblower 8. DDT 9. Huracanranas of all makes and models 10. Fisherman's Buster (lighter opponents only) 11. Top rope missile dropkick 12. Top rope moonsault press 13. Suicide dive to the floor 14. Springboard diving elbowdrop 15. Fujiwara armbar 16. Dragon Sleeper 17. Anklelock 18. Swinging neckbeaker 19. Front Russian Legsweep 20. Flying forearm smash 21. Shining Wizard 22. Facecrusher-style bulldog 23. Running, leaping layout boot to the face 24. Wrist-clutch small package 25. Crucifix pin
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 19, 2013 23:56:19 GMT -6
Personal Information Name: Kevin Email: kafriskey@gmail.comPrevious E-Wrestling Experience: Current member of Frontier Grappling Arts; Alumni of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER; 10+ years of e-fedding experience. Many places, many characters, many titles. Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): None. Character Info Name: Kevin Hardaway Height: 6'1" Weight: 229 lbs. Hometown: Baltimore, Maryland Alignment: +2 (Won't be stopped in using tactics to get an advantage, and his character is one of a smack-talker, but mostly a decent guy who if you treat him with the respect he wants, he'll give it back to you. You don't like him, he doesn't like you.)
ENTRANCE MUSIC: "No End in Sight" by Killswitch EngageENTRANCE THEME: The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "No End in Sight" by Killswitch Engage starts up and the lyrics kick on.
[i]"The age of the old vision has passed away, The birth of a new way This is confrontation!"[/i]
Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off. Physical Appearance: Tom Hardy (Actor; Warrior) Ring Attire: -Wrestling trunks. A red stripe down the middle in the front, with a winged skull on the back of his tights that's red. Wears boots and kickpads. -Wrist tape on both hands, with usually a word or a name written on there during every match. It's usually random. A black guard on his left arm, based off an incident where he gave the Decap Lariat to the back of someone's head so hard that he popped a nerve in there. He's had surgery on it back in April, but he still uses the guard for character. Gimmick: A high-touting veteran who is still looking to get back in the swing of things after a personal leave of absence back in the summer of 2013. Personality: Being a veteran, he knows his way around the ring, but with being a veteran, he can be a little cynical of the current generation of wrestlers. But for the most part, he keeps his edge to himself and is usually a chill guy to be around. Of course he follows a code of respect. You want to come up to him and be a dick, he'll probably make sure you get what's coming. If you're cool with things and keep a respectful vibe to him, he'll give it back to you. He wants to make sure everybody gets off an equal vibe to him.List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character: 1. His passion. Being in the ring for as long as he has, he knows the in's and out's of getting the adrenaline when it's the most needed. This is his life, his calling card, his dream. He makes sure to give it 110% every show and every match he wrestles in. 2. Durability. Once again, the experience that he carries makes his stamina harder and longer than some people. He's been in every type of match imaginable and has dealt with some of the worst injuries known to man. This is a person who has dealt with the nagging pain in his arm from a lariat to the back of the head yet worked a 60-minute Iron Man match weeks after healing from surgery. He can last. 3. A cynical opinion. He's not afraid to tell it like it is, to anybody out there. He has a strong opinion from being a veteran and some of the people he runs across can rub him the wrong way and he's known for being rather cynical. Which can be a good thing...then again. List up to three weaknesses of your character: 1. A cynical opinion. He's known for running his mouth way too often at times, and usually his mouth can get him into trouble, whether it'd be on Twitter or in the ring itself. He's not afraid to tell it like it is, to anybody out there like he said. It can be a problem though. While he loves working with most people (even if he can't stand him), he still has a blacklist. 2. Family issues. He's not in a broken home or anything, nor does he have problem on that front. Just recently married for a second time with a 5-year old daughter from his first wife. Just don't give him a bad vibe towards his family. Especially his first wife, who died from cancer back in 2011. That causes trouble. 3. Weak spots. Like mentioned, while having surgery on his wrist, it still gives him trouble from time to time. Definitely a weak spot for anybody. Other spots include his right hip, which has a scar on it from a match where somebody used a weed whacker (don't ask; it was the LAST of working the death matches) almost causing his small intestines to flow out. He's not Glass Joe, but he's definitely no Piston Honda. Biography: A world-traveler. A veteran. Kevin Hardaway has pretty much done it all. Yet, there's always a lost piece of him...a personal demon that always lives inside him daily. We never really know what that is though. Wrestling is his passion. His family is his passion. Yet, there's always that missing piece. After being fired by Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER during the last show of 2012, he immediately joined Frontier Grappling Arts at their last show of 2012 (ironically after feuding with the promotion; a change of heart getting Hardaway to change his mind) and has enjoyed a hit-or-miss career there so far in 2013. After a few month absence to get married for a second time, he's ready to get back in the ring. What better way to do it then with EXODUS. Maybe he'll beat the demon that's inside of him. Wrestling Style: High-flying with a mix of technical and striking. Finishers 1. The End of Heartache ( Suplex Double Knee Backbreaker) 2. Decap Lariat ( Running Lariat) 3. KTFO~! ( KTFO~!) Signature Moves 1. Hope Is Not Lost ( Five Star Frog Splash; yells out the name of the move before using it) 2. Asylum Bomb ( Torture Rack Powerbomb) 3. GTFO~! ( Suicide Dive) Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves. 1. Dropkick 2. Enziguri 3. Running Corner Shining Wizard 4. Koppu Kick 5. Kicks to the back of a seated opponent 6. Basically any kick known to man 7. Running Dropkick to the chest 8. Diving Double Foot Stomp 9. Spinning powerbomb 10. Diving European Uppercut 11. Spinning back fist 12. Bakatare Sliding Kick 13. Kip Up European Uppercut 14. Countering a Powerbomb into a Rana
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 19, 2013 23:55:45 GMT -6
Personal Information Name: Izzy Email: izzyxsoxfly@hotmail.com Previous E-Wrestling Experience: 5 years Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): izzyxsoxfly@hotmail.com (MSN) Character InfoName: Aria Dior Height: 5 ft. 11 in. Weight: 120 lbs. Hometown: Southampton, New York (billed from New York City) Alignment: 4. Aria is a good girl, how could she not be with a smile as bright hers? She plays to to fans, and takes pleasure in doing whatever it takes to leave them satisfied by the time she's finished performing for them. However, just like everyone else in the world, Aria has moments where she feels what she wants/needs to accomplish cannot be put aside just to please those watching her, though those moments are few and far between, as the fans are typically behind her and her goals. Entrance Music: "Looks Are Everything" by Twirl Entrance Description: "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. Physical Appearance: Tall and slender, with the ever so famous "Girl Next Door" look to her. (Lindsay Ellingson) Ring Attire: Click here, And hereGimmick: While still technically a "rookie", Aria is the type to push herself to her limits and beyond. She loves to perform, and will do whatever it takes to rise to her personal best, all while keeping her fans and supporters entertained. Personality: Upbeat and positive. Albeit generic, she's your typical spunky good girl. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:1. Open to all constructive criticism. 2. Respectful and polite. 3. Takes to new things quickly. List up to three weaknesses of your character:1. Can go from 0 to 60 when pushed too far. 2. Tends to think of things in the worst case scenario. 3. Is okay with sometimes staying in the background in allowance of others to take the spotlight. Biography: Born into a wealthy family alongside her two older brothers, Ariella, who preferred to be called Aria, lived an ideal childhood. She had two loving and caring parents, who provided everything they possibly could for Aria and her brothers' well-beings, and a good relationship with her family as a whole, something that, unfortunately, not everyone in this world can have. Those who didn't know Aria personally were always quick to label her as spoiled, solely based on her appearance. But truly, Aria was a hard worker. Only the necessities were handed to her, everything else was earned on her own merit. She studied hard for good grades, worked part time to earn her own money, and did everything her parents asked of her without complaint. She was always very warm and friendly, and managed to keep a positive attitude in most situations, but at the same time, was never afraid to stand up for herself and others when seeing something she didn't like. The tall blonde took to dance and gymnastics from a young age, and still keeps up with both to this day, leading to a very nimble and flexible frame that would eventually land her various modeling gigs in her hometown of New York throughout her college years. After graduation, Aria found herself strutting the runways of The Big Apple, where she was eventually discovered by a THW talent scout, and called in to be offered a spot on the roster. Aria would accept the offer after consulting family and close friends, who all agreed that such a big opportunity should be taken by the horns. But above all, her main influences were her brothers, who had both been fans of the sport since they were in diapers, all thanks to their father's obsession. While she did not follow the art of professional wrestling as intently as they did, she had always been exposed to it, and attended a fair share of shows alongside them whenever they had the chance. But of course, Aria still planned on doing all the research she needed to be taken seriously, and was more than ready to learn everything necessary along the way. She would compete with THW from the time of her signing in December of 2013, until the company's abrupt shut down in April of 2013, putting a halt on her wrestling career for a number of months as a result. And although many suspected Aria's days as a professional wrestler had officially come to an end, Aria had other plans. In November of 2013, it was reported that Miss Dior was in talks of signing with EXODUS Wrestling, which later confirmed to be true. Wrestling Style: Aerial, Technical, Women's/Cat-fight Finishers1. Glamourcide (Springboard Tornado DDT) 2. Lethal Love (Single Knee Facebuster) 3. Split Ending (Split-legged Spinebuster) Signature Moves1. Corkscrew Neckbreaker 2. Forward Russian Legsweep 3. Headscissors Armbar Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves.1. Axe Kick 2. Bodyscissors 3. Cartwheel Evasion 4. Corner Foot Choke 5. Diving Crossbody 6. Enzuigiri 7. Hair-pull Slam 8. Hair-pull Snapmare 9. Handspring Backflip Elbow 10. Jackknife Pin 11. Low Dropkick 12. Monkey Flip 13. Rolling Neck Snap 14. Roundhouse Kick 15. Scoop Slam 16. Somersault Leg Drop 17. Snap DDT 18. Spear 19. Split-legged Leg Drop 20. Split-legged Sunset Flip from out of the corner, as a counter to an oncoming opponent 21. Springboard Back Elbow 22. Tilt-a-whirl Crossbody 23. Tilt-a-whirl Headscissors Takedown 24. Victory Roll 25. Vertical Suplex
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 19, 2013 23:55:19 GMT -6
Personal Information Name: Jonathan Email: no@nope.com Previous E-Wrestling Experience: Too Much Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): NOPE.
Character Info Name: Shinji Uchikawa Height: 6'1 Weight: 221 lbs. Hometown: Saeki-ku, Hiroshima, Japan Alignment: +4 (Shinji has finally found himself, and it's the story of a man trying to do the right thing for himself and the people around him. Knowing who he is and his motives and ideals, he is now ready to take on the world.)
Entrance Music: The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army (Glitch Mob Remix)
Entrance Description: The arena lights start to dim as the crowd starts to anticipate the arrival of someone as the soft intro from The Glitch Mob's remix of "Seven Nation Army" starts to get louder and louder before lyrics...
[div align="center"]I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time, right behind my back And I'm talkin' to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette
And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone...[/div]
And as the beat drops, the lights quickly come to light, Shinji Uchikawa standing at center stage, alongside his friend and manager, Tom Higashikata! The lights continue to pulse at the heavy beat as Shinji looks out at the crowd, taking a deep breath before he slowly starts to walk down as the heavy beat disappears again to once again go into the second verse.
[b]David Zinkus:[/b] INTRODUCING....FROM JAPAN....UCHIKAWA, SHINNNNNNNNNNNJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
[div align="center"]Don't wanna hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell And if I catch it comin' back my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home...[/div]
And once again, the beat kicks in, and Shinji hits the ringside area, slapping hands with a bunch of fans, all before stopping by the front row area where several of the Section B kids managed to score seats, all before hugging his friends who have started a "UCH-I-KA-WA!" chant for him before he slowly hops up to the apron before stepping into the ring and rolling to a knee before spreading his arms wide as a light shines down on him as the crowd erupts!
Physical Appearance: Pic base is Tomahawk T.T./T-Hawk
Ring Attire: Shinji currently wears long shorts akin to Chris Sabin's, in black and metallic gold. He also wears black boots with gold kick pads, along with a black elbow pad with gold accents on it.
Gimmick: Puro rookie starting to take the next step in defining himself and who he is. Personality: Shinji is quiet and modest, but he isn't afraid to step up for what he believes is right in the world these days. Over the past few weeks, Shinji has studied more to become better in the ring and learn a lot from those willing to give him the time of day. Despite that, Shinji is still learning to break through the barrier of the traditions of wrestling in America and in Japan. Humble to a fault, he will often defer to members on the roster with more experience or higher ranking.
List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character: 1. Never the same person twice. Shinji is still learning a great deal. Having already learned from Japanese legend Kazuma Fujita, now Shinji is learning from Jonathan Collins and others in the the hopes of becoming a more complete wrestler. This allows him to often come back to return opponents with new offense and a new game plan that may not be expected. 2. Technically sound. Uchikawa is a gifted amateur wrestler who placed high in several national tournaments in Japan. He was hoping to compete in the Olympics one day before pro wrestling came calling, so Shinji is no stranger to mat work. 3. Fearless. Shinji is unafraid of the future, or even bigger opponents. He is more than ready to compete against anyone and anything in the hopes of making a name for himself and truly defining who he is.
List up to three weaknesses of your character: 1. Too humble for his own good. Shinji has come up through the Japanese pro wrestling system and still classifies himself as a rookie. This often means he's seen setting up the ring before the show and veterans can often easily sway him to do things he may not necessarily agree with. In other words, he's a little more of a pushover for higher ranked stars. 2. Still a rookie. Shinji still has a lot to learn and has come to America on a learning excursion thanks to EXODUS' working agreement with KJPW. With that in mind, Shinji is trying to learn as much as he can...which hasn't been much. Yet. 3. The Jonathan Collins factor. Shinji has recently fallen in rank with Jonathan Collins and his supporters. Considering his bonds to his new mentor, it makes him a target for those with a message to send to the Director of EXODUS Pro.
Biography: Uchikawa comes from a strong amateur wrestling background, where he placed high in several national tournaments. Uchikawa aimed to compete one day in the Olympics, but decided to shift his goal towards Professional Wrestling following the devastating tsunami of 2011. Since joining the Kazuma Fujita dojo in August of 2011, Uchikawa has been a stand out; highly touted by experts. It remains to be seen whether or not he will live up to the hype.
So far, Uchikawa has done well for himself. After winning the 2013 Burning Spirit Cup, Uchikawa embarked on a learning excursion in the United States. Initially taken under the wing of Ryuji Kamigawa, Shinji was caught up in Kamigawa's war against the likes of Fiona Rourke and other people who believed in the ways of the Seikigun. In turn, as Kamigawa's personality changed, Shinji was labeled "The Messenger of God." It was a short lived transformation as Kamigawa left the company after No Church In the Wild. After briefly returning to KJPW, Shinji displayed techniques learned from time training with Jonathan Collins, showing he had mastered a variation of Collins' OMEGA-16 submission. Now having been ordered by KJPW star TAKU to return to America and "Find yourself in America!", Uchikawa has returned in the hopes to complete his task and return to KJPW a star in his own right.
Wrestling Style: Technical/Strong Style
Finishers 1. Heaven's Door (Pumphandle lift flipped into a rising knee. Essentially a pumphandle Go To Sleep) 2. Statement Of Intent (Straightjacket German Suplex) 3. Tadaima (Yurikamome. The name is the traditional Japanese greeting for "I'm home.")
Signature Moves 1. Wide Awake (Rolling Elbow) 2. Soul Caliber (Sitout Jawbreaker) 3. Saint Walker Bomb (Rydeen Bomb)
Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves. 1. Quebrada 2. Tope Con Hilo 3. Yakuza Kick 4. Northern Lights Suplex 5. Full Nelson 6. Fireman's Carry Takedown 7. Armdrag 8. Tornado DDT 9. Hangman's Neckbreaker 10. Inverted DDT 11. Elbow Drop 12. Fist Drop 13. Gator Roll 14. Butterfly Suplex 15. Single Knee Facebuster 16. Side Suplex 17. Missile Dropkick 18. Leg Lariat 19. Spinning Toe Hold 20. Cobra Clutch
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 18, 2013 22:33:15 GMT -6
The dust has faded on another iPPV and the first year of EXODUS Pro. After everything that went on tonight, the cameras catch a handful of guys and gal celebrating quietly this first year. Sitting around on steps and ledges at the back of the arena are Nicholas Gray, Darrin Stearns, Jonathan Collins, Harvey Birdman, Meta Johnson, Papa Arino, and the woman affectionately known as Pond. The group sits around as Nicholas jovially holds up a beer to salute his friends.
Nicholas Gray: To a successful year of professional wrestling. Huzzah!
The group echoes Gray's sentiment as they all nod. Sitting around and grinning, quietly celebrating, the group continues to enjoy in peace before suddenly a bright flash of light illuminates the scene as our heroes squint while looking at an arrival.
A gigantic phone booth. After a moment, Nicholas, Jonathan, and Darrin approach the box as suddenly stepping out of it is....Nicholas Gray, Jonathan Collins, and Darrin Stearns? The trio from our present currently stand in front of the trio that looks battle worn and bearded.
Bearded Nicholas Gray: Quick, get in the phone booth! We're you from the future, no time to expl--
Without warning, Meta Johnson runs forward and spears the bearded trio back into the phone booth and punches it, a gigantic BOOM signalling the end of that as the phone booth disappears into the ether.
Meta Johnson: NO! NO! NO. Ain't got time for none of that.
He dusts off his hands and look at the confused trio, straightening Nicholas' tie before walking back to his beer.
Darrin Stearns: We are getting way too old for this.
Fade.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 18, 2013 13:42:23 GMT -6
As the soft opening to ‘One Of Us Is The Killer’ plays Christian Kane steps out into the aisle and slowly limps his way down to the ring. Re-adjusting the mask still on his face, scuffed from the match earlier in the night against Chris Strike he picks up a microphone from a stage hand as the fans still yet continue boo him mercilessly. In the air we tried to be
But you shot your arrow through me
Now one of us must die
But the killer won't survive Ignoring the fans reaction towards him in the sold out RIMAC, Christian Kane makes his way over to the steel steps, slowly climbing up them step by step. Kane again slowly runs a hand over his mask, clenching his fist as it returns to his side. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome to the ring at this time, Christian Henrik Kane! Eventually making his way into the ring Christian immediately raises the microphone to his lips and speaks, hushing the crowd with his speech as he does so. Christian Henrik Kane: I’ve worn this mask for what feels like an eternity and now I think it’s time for you all to hear the truth...and that truth is...is that I’m sorry. The crowd don’t quite know how to respond to that and do so with a light cheer as they are interested to see where Kane is going with this. CHK: When I returned a few months ago I said...no, I promised that I’d save you all. Each and every one of you fans, all of the guys in the back - I elected to be your saviour. And now? Shit...now everything is dead. You people are dead, the guys in the back are dead - I’m dead. I vehemently exclaimed before my match with Chris Strike it was ‘the end’, but I didn’t mean it was the end of him, I didn’t mean it was the end of us, I meant it was the end of me. I’m fucking done with you morons. The fans in the RIMAC burst into a mixed reaction, but before they can get too loud Kane speaks once more. CHK: Chris Strike defeated me tonight and well done to him. We fought a good match, but he didn’t wrestle Christian Kane, he battled The Deformed Drifter, and The Deformed Drifter has begun driftin’. In the swiftest of motions Christian Kane reaches for the mask and pulls it off his face! Seth Ericson: It’s the first time we’ve seen his face since No Church In The Wild! It doesn’t even look that bad! Dick Morosi: Some medical dressing on the face, but apart from that...I’d guess those ‘scars’ were mental ones... The fans are in shock as they witness Kane holding the mask up in his right hand, staring at it as he speaks. CHK: And so has The Handsome Drifter. I should have known that something so self-inflicted could be so damaging to my career. This mask caused me nothing but pain. All those feelings I had suppressed for so long came rushing back to the surface and I could do absolutely nothing about it. I isolated myself and forgot what I returned to do. That dirty immigrant fuck Chris Strike make me think I was here to break him again but...I was here to save you all from that faggot Jonathan Collins and that eternal retard Nicholas Gray and I failed you. Nair is done, I am done and everything is fucking dead. The crowd begin to boo violently as Kane drops the mask to the ground. CHK: You people needed a leader and I hid behind a mask and for that I am eternally sorry. I should have known that no one could have saved you but me, The Golden God. Not Edward Nair...just me. Chris Strike made me tap out tonight but you people made me submit a long time ago when you chose to side with Collins and Gray and for that I refuse to help you people. I refuse to stay in the cesspool that EXODUS has become under their leadership and I refuse to go down with this sinking ship, so this guy right here is taking the first lifeboat off this motherfucking. ship. Meanwhile you stupid faggots can decide who’s DiCaprio and who’s Winslet. Seth Ericson: ...I wouldn’t say...sinking... Dick Morosi: Christian Kane has always been outspoken and it seems he’s leaving EXODUS yet again. CHK: I was told that professional wrestling wasn’t dead, I was. Wrong, you stupid fuck. I’ve always been dead, but tonight? Professional wrestling dies with me. Enjoy your shitty main event, dickheads. Dropping the microphone and climbing out of the ring the fans erupt into a chant of ‘FUCK YOU KANE’ as the Handsome Drifter walks back up the aisle. Dick Morosi: And, well...just like that...it finished the way it started! Seth Ericson: That was kinda...wow. Kane leaves EXODUS, again. I’m a little sad. Dick Morosi: I’m sure many people are but we have a main event to look forward that’ll put a smile on any wrestling fan’s face! It's a triple threat Iron Man for the World Title...and it's next! The arena lights start to dim when suddenly... I'm not the one who's so far away When I feel the snake bite enter my veins Never did I wanna be here again And I don't remember why I came... The slow drums and bass that open "Voodoo" by Godsmack start and the spotlight shines on the entrance on the stage as four men seem to be carrying a gigantic iron throne, or at least decorated as such. Candles raise my desire While I'm so far away No more meaning to my life No more reason to stay.
Freezing, feeling Breathe in, breathe in I'm coming back again... The chorus continues as these four men seem to not only be carrying the throne, but sitting upon it is none other than former EXODUS Pro World Champion Heather Halliwell! Dressed in a long jacket that resembles some of the finest royal wear they could give, Halliwell motions for them to pick up the pace as the men carrying her throne begin to walk her around the ring to allow her to wave to the fans as they boo at what's become of Heather Halliwell. Finally, the four men stop and bow, allowing the foot of the throne to sit level with the ring. She stands up and takes the walk onto the apron before stepping in and waving once more as the men carry off her throne, allowing her to shrug off the jacket, revealing her curvy frame underneath. Seth Ericson: NOW THIS IS AN ENTRANCE! Hubba Hubba! Dick Morosi: Challenger one is in the ring, and now...it's time for The Chosen One! The slow and methodical beat of "Voodoo" is interrupted by feedback and a guitar riff, suddenly starting... Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me And speak but don't pretend, I won't defend you anymore you see It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear If you want me hold me back! "Remedy" by Seether continues as bursting out from the back is Zero McHannon! Zero starts trying to raise his hands to get the crowd amped, but it's the sudden arrival of Beeno that gets him up and going! Zero starts to walk down the aisle, not used to the cheers he's receiving. Surprised, he reaches a hand out to slap a few hands, looking intensely at Heather before stepping into the ring and climbing a corner. His leather jacket still on his frame, the crowd cheers as McHannon is suddenly getting a "ZE-RO! ZE-RO!" chant! Dick Morosi: What a difference six weeks makes! Last time we were here, McHannon was despised. Now, the RIMAC faithful have adopted him as one of their own! Seth Ericson: Let's hope that's just what he needs for this! Dick Morosi: Especially because he's got to stop THIS man, our World Champ! The music fades as suddenly, live drums begin to play. Not rock drums, but a live drum line as two people begin come out, playing them enthusiastically. There, another person comes out in a black and gold Drew Brees Saints Jersey, and he's calling out to the crowd! Man: WHO DAT SAY THEY GONNA BEAT THE KING? He hears a small echo back, but he shakes his head wanting a better answer. Man: I said...WHO DAT SAY THEY GONNA BEAT THE KING?! The crowd responds back louder, nodding again as he's not satisfied once more. Man: ONE MORE TIME! I SAID....WHO DAT SAY THEY GONNA BEAT THE KING?! The crowd starts to get pumped up as coming from behind the stage and lining the entrance ramp is a marching band, playing an arrangement of "Through the Fire" by Day of Fire, all of a sudden before...LIGHTS OUT! Dick Morosi: HOLY HELL! Seth Ericson: WHAT AN ARROGANT SHOW OFF! Then...on the speakers.... You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it! Suddenly, the chorus of "Satellite" by Rise Against starts to play, with the drummers that came out originally playing with the song, bringing Adrien Cochrane to burst out with the EXODUS Pro World Title around his waist! That's why we won't back down We won't run and hide Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny I'm passing over you like a satellite So catch me if I fall That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives But at night we're conspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the American dream So shine your light on me! Adrien starts jumping up and down to warm himself up as he gets the crowd psyched up. Starting to make his way down the ramp, he slaps as many hands as he can, starting to go around the ring as soon as he hits the ringside area to slap even more fans. The crowd has erupted for "The Dropkick King," leaving Zero and Heather to watch on as Cochrane takes in his crowd. Hopping up on the apron, he surveys the crowd before hopping up onto a corner, tearing the belt off his waist and raising it to the sky, showing it off for the crowd! Hopping down and into the ring, Adrien looks on at his opponents as he hands the referee the title and we go to David Zinkus. David Zinkus: The following contest is your main event of the evening! It is scheduled as a 60-minute Iron Man match! The person with the most pinfalls or submissions following the time limit will be declared the winner and your EXODUS Pro World Champion! Introducing first, to my left, challenger number one. She is from... Heather Halliwell stops him and whispers something in Zinkus' ear before stopping and returning to her corner. David Zinkus: From the Land of Texas, weighing in at NONE OF OUR GODDAMN BUSINESS...she is HEATHERRRRRRR HALLLLLLLLIWELLLLLLL! She waves her hand once more and the crowd jeers immensely. David Zinkus: Challenger two is to my right! He is from Miami, Florida and he weighs in at 235 pounds! He is accompanied to the ring by his manager, Beeno! HE IS...THE CHOSEN ONE...ZEROOOOOOOOOOOO MCHANNONNNNNNN! McHannon climbs a turnbuckle to salute the crowd, getting cheered heavily, even more than he expected. McHannon returns to his corner and David resumes. David Zinkus: And finally, contestant number three! He is the current reigning and defending EXODUS Pro World Champion, making his V1 Defense of the title! He is from New Orleans, Louisiana...he weighs in at 190 pounds...HE IS THE DROPKICK KING....ADRIENNNNNNNNNNNNNN COCHRANNNNNNNNNNNNNNE! Cochrane raises his hand and the crowd is off and running in their cheers for the man, leading him to nod in appreciation! The crowd goes surprisingly silent as the bell rings, with the three facing each other down. None of them want to be the first to make a move, each one eyeing the other. Heather turns to Zero fully and, surprisingly, smiles. She starts walking towards him, with Zero looking on warily. She gets close enough to him and, instead of going on the attack, puts her hands on his chest and leans in, whispering to him. The cameras cannot pick up what’s being said, but it’s clearly something adult, as she gives Zero a little pat on the butt. She then looks at Adrien, shaking her head with a sigh before looking back to Zero, jerking her head in Adrien’s direction. Zero looks at Adrien, then back to Heather, and nods before starting to stalk to Adrien. Seth Ericson: Great! Just like everyone should have expected, Zero changes sides! Dick Morosi: I guess Heather has that effect on hi-OH! Seth Ericson: Wait WHAT!? Dick Morosi: Zero turns and kicks Heather in the gut! He’s got her up, ZERO TOLERANCE! Seth Ericson: Cover! Adrien’s running to get there! 1... 2...... 3!! The crowd goes mad as, on the ExoScreen, the counter is updated to reflect Zero having 1 point to the others’ 0. Heather, in pain, rolls out of the ring as Adrien looks in shock. Dick Morosi: He tricked her! He pretended to be back on Heather’s side and now at the onset of the match Zero McHannon is ahead! Seth Ericson: All those losses lately have smartened him up! Zero gets to his feet to stare down his long-standing enemy Adrien, as the crowd begins to go wild at the idea of being able to see them go at one another. They don’t disappoint, quickly locking up. Zero quickly exhibits his strength advantage, forcing Adrien’s arms down to his side, but Adrien responds by kicking Zero in the gut, making him release it. Adrien grabs Zero in a headlock, but Zero manages to quickly shove him off. Adrien goes big, going for a dropkick, but Zero ducks under. Not deterred, Adrien goes for a lockup again, only for Zero to whip him into the ropes! However, as Adrien comes back around, he ducks right under the lariat Zero throws, and by the time Zero wheels around, Adrien manages to nail him with a dropkick! Seth Ericson: Took a while for one of them to manage to actually hit the other one there. Dick Morosi: They’ve fought enough times that they know how the other works. Seth Ericson: So Zero knew that Adrien was gonna knee him in the head while he’s down? Dick Morosi: Probably expected it. And now Adrien pulling him up, BACKDROP SUPLEX! Seth Ericson: Woah wait how is he moving like that? Dick Morosi: That’s a La Magistral, Seth, Adrien going for a point! But only a 1 count! Seth Ericson: Not that Adrien’s letting it stop him. Dick Morosi: Adrien’s about the fastest wrestler on the roster, so Zero just doesn’t have time to recover before Adrien’s hit the ropes and come back, running senton bomb to Zero! Adrien grabs Zero and begins to pull him up, only to be shocked at Zero knocking his arms away and nailing him with a fist to the head, quickly following it up with a DDT. He gets Adrien back up and starts to go for his signature inverted STO, only for Adrien to spin around him, kicking at the back of his knee as he does, taking Zero down to one knee. He uses this opportunity to try for his Lullaby Ballad, but Zero gets a grip on him during the takedown, and Adrien finds himself under Zero, but finds enough wiggle room to quickly crawl out, both men trying to get to their feet first. Adrien is first to it and throws his Lightning Strike at Zero, only for him to duck! Zero manages to get a hold of Adrien during it and hits him with his Truth Conviction! Dick Morosi: This is the moment he needs, Zero could end up getting two points before we even hit the twenty minute mark! Could you imagine just mentally the kind of advantage that gives you on your opponents?! Seth Ericson: It’s a bad place to be for either of his opponents so he better capitali-YES! Dick Morosi: NO! Heather from behind with a roll up on a distracted Zero! Where did she come from?! Seth Ericson: WHO CARES, IT’S A PIN! 1...2.....3!! THE QUEEN HAS A POINT! The crowd goes mad with booing as Zero looks at Heather, rage evident in his face as Heather just smirks and shrugs. Zero pounds the mat repeatedly, yelling his frustration, before sliding out of the ring. Heather and Adrien both look on at this, initially in confusion, and then in worry as Zero grabs a steel chair from ringside. Dick Morosi: Oh damn! This is not the place anyone wants Zero to go to! Seth Ericson: Again, so much for his nice guy phase! He’s just giving into anger! This is the REAL Zero McHannon! Dick Morosi: Zero, don’t do this! Zero gets into the ring with the chair, the referee trying to tell him off, but also afraid of getting to close. Zero lets out another yell and begins to slam the chair on the turnbuckle in his rage, knocking the pad off of the turnbuckle. He turns to face his opponents, moving away from the corner, as the crowd boos. This sound seems to make him pause, as he stops to look out at the crowd, then at the chair in his hands. He stares at it for a few moments, before finally shaking his head and dropping the chair, to applause from the crowd for the decision. Seth Ericson: Coward! Dick Morosi: Seth, do you know how big of a moment that is for Zero? Seth Ericson: He had an advantage and willingly dropped it. His loss. Dick Morosi: The referee going to get that turnbuckle fixed back up. Don’t need that being used against some-WAIT! Seth Ericson: Heather’s so fast, she’s got the chair! YES SMASH IT INTO ZERO’S SKULL, HAHA! Dick Morosi: Heather with a chairshot to Zero, he’s tumbled out of the ring! The referee didn’t see it! Seth Ericson: Brilliant, my queen! Heather drops the chair now that it’s sinister purpose is done, and immediately turns and charges at Adrien! Before he can react she’s on him, knocking him to the ground, throwing punch after punch at the face of the world champion! The referee has to get in and pull her off of Adrien! He tries to push her back to get a bit of order restored, but Adrien starts to approach the two anyway, not wanting to give Heather any chances, but Heather surprises them both by putting her hands on the referee’s shoulders and using them to hop up, throwing a kick into the side of Adrien’s head! She darts around the referee as Adrien falls, covering him! 1....KICKOUT! This doesn’t deter Heather, as she begins to throw knee after knee into the head of the world champ, with Adrien scrambling to get a hold on the rope, finally managing after a few knees, with Heather still throwing twice more before breaking off. Once standing, they lockup, with Adrien quickly twisting her around, giving her a German Suplex, which he follows up with a splash onto her. He goes to pick her up, only for Heather to drive a fist into his gut, knocking his wind out, and then DDT’ing him. While on the ground she hits a moonsault legdrop, followed by another knee to the head. She picks him up and go for a lockup, only for Adrien to duck under! He goes to grab her from behind only for Heather to duck, grabbing a hold of his head as she does and giving him a stunner, dropping Adrien to the ground! She then hops to the rope, hitting the Cowgirl Ride! Seth Ericson: Let’s go Queen! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* LET’S GO QUEEN!~ Dick Morosi: That’s right in my ear. Seth Ericson: Good! Join in, our Queen is going to bring that belt home to her kingdom! Dick Morosi: You are a bucket of crazy. But it’s always too soon to count Adrien out! Seth Ericson: Too late, already did! Dick Morosi: Heather going to pick Adrien up, I think she’s got intentions of finishing him off. Seth Ericson: Get that second point, oh Queen! Dick Morosi: BUT ADRIEN SPINS HER OUT, AND HITS THE ROPES! CROSSBODY! Seth Ericson: BUT HEATHER DUCKS! ADRIEN LANDS HARD! Dick Morosi: And Heather quick to capitalize, she’s got his hands and, oh no! SHE’S TRYING TO...YES, SHE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN! WHISTLIN’ DIXIE! Seth Ericson: HE’S DONE. Adrien finds himself in the middle of the ring in a dangerous submission. The crowd initially cheers him on, hoping he can find a way out, but it becomes evident there’s no out here, and they grow silent. But still, Adrien fights. He tries to roll, he tries hitting Heather with his fist, he refuses to give in. Heather continues to have it locked in, doing her best to make it tighter and tighter, to force any breath in Adrien out, but he still refuses to give in. But it’s unable to last forever. His fightings grow weaker, and finally he goes mostly still. The referee goes in and grabs his arm, lifting it up and dropping it once. Lifting it again and dropping it, with the limb limply dropping once more. The crowd is somber as the referee goes to lift the arm the final time to confirm it, and begins to drop it.... WHEN ZERO MCHANNON FALLS ONTO HEATHER! With a fury unlike any other, Zero pounds on Heather with fist after fist, forcing her to relinquish the hold on Adrien to defend herself. Dick Morosi: Zero out of nowhere to stop Heather from gaining a second point! Seth Ericson: What bull! How dare he do that, there’ll be grave repercussions for this! Dick Morosi: But for now things remain 1-1-0, which is just fine for Zero. He’s on his feet, and turns to Adrien’s directioOHMYGOD! Seth Ericson: ADRIEN CUTTER TO ZERO! HOW DID HE MANAGE TO GET THE STRENGTH TO DO THAT!? Dick Morosi: THAT’S THE KIND OF CHAMPION ADRIEN IS, AS HE COVERS ZERO! 1.... 2...... 3!!! The crowd absolutely goes mad, everyone hopping from their seats to clap and cheer and scream as Adrien shakily gets to his feet, having gained his point. Dick Morosi: We’re tied! We’re coming to the 45 minute mark and we are tied at 1 each! This is insane! THIS IS EXODUS!! As the clock ticks into the final 15 minutes, Adrien is the one standing while both Zero and Heather look at him in shock, the crowd going wild. Heather is the first to make a move, charging at Adrien from behind! But Adrien sidesteps, leaving Heather charging at air....until she’s caught by Zero, who rolls her up in a cradle, but only a 1 before the kick out! Both are quickly to their feet, Zero makes the first move, but is spun around by Adrien, who throws a kick a the Chosen One, only for him to duck it, grabbing him and flipping him over to the mat, which Heather takes advantage of first to hit Everything’s Bigger! She covers! But Zero is too close, and breaks it up almost immediately. Heather begins to scramble to her feet, but Adrien grabs her ankle, getting a hold on it while Zero grabs her and hits her with a DDT! But Zero has no time to follow up, as Adrien is there, hitting Zero with a facebuster! Dick Morosi: No one’s letting up! We’re almost an hour into this and all three of them are refusing to show any signs of tiring! This is what makes them all world title material! Seth Ericson: Well if things are looking good for anyone right now it’s Adrien, cause he’s going up! Dick Morosi: But Heather is right there to stop that, grabbing Zero’s arm to drag him out of range of the world champ! Seth Ericson: But she woke Zero up.... Dick Morosi: Zero grabs Heather’s arm and yanks her to the ground, he’s back on his own two feet! He’s picking Heather up, trying to get her for something... Seth Ericson: Trying be the important word there! Heather is fighting like mad to keep him from it, she’s clawing at him! Dick Morosi: That might not be a good idea, she’s forcing Zero to step them both backwards an-OH MY GOD!! Seth Ericson: DROPKICK FROM THE TOP ROPE BY ADRIEN! Dick Morosi: The Dropkick King reminding EVERYONE why that’s his name as he covers Heather, he might get the point advantage! Seth Ericson: 1...2.....KICK OUT! Not even that’s enough?! Dick Morosi: And look at the ExoScreen, Seth! We’re in the final ten minutes, with a three-way tie! Seth Ericson: No one’s got the advantage with so little time left! Once again the three find themselves staring one another down as the match moves into it’s final minutes. Zero is the first to make a move this time, going for Adrien, only for Heather to jump onto his back, wrapping her arm around his neck trying to choke the life from him! Zero tries to get a hold of her to get her off, but he can’t quite reach! His attempts to buck her off are likewise unable to dislodge her as she wraps her legs around his midsection! Adrien watches this for a few moments, a bit of a smile on his face, before he hits the ropes and comes back, hitting Zero with a crossbody, taking all three of them to the mat, with Heather getting crushed by both men’s weight! Adrien rolls Zero off of her and covers Heather! 1... 2..... ZERO SHOVES HIM OFF OF HER! Zero quickly goes to pick Heather up himself, only for Heather to get a hold of him and roll him up! 1.... 2...... KICK OUT! Dick Morosi: Still no one able to get an advantage, and the minutes are ticking away! Seth Ericson: I can’t believe it, how are these three not dead of exhaustion by now! Dick Morosi: Different breeds, Seth! Seth Ericson: Well at least our beautiful Queen is back to her feet. Dick Morosi: Too bad she’s finding herself getting stared down by an angry Zero and a focused Adrien! Seth Ericson: Oh no...she’ll figure a way. Dick Morosi: I don’t kno-OH NO. Seth Ericson: Yes! The referee never got the chair out of the ring, Heather’s got it now! The Queen has a weapon, peasants! Dick Morosi: And neither man wants to suffer a chair shot at a time like this, if either one gets hit with that, they can count themselves out of the rest of the match AND the World Title! Seth Ericson: Hah! And Cochrane retreats, I knew he’d coward out first! Dick Morosi: But Zero is standing his ground! Seth Ericson: His mistake, Heather swings! Dick Morosi: AND MISSES! Seth Ericson: NO! Dick Morosi: Zero ducks at the last second, letting the chair hit the ropes instead, it rebounded into Heather’s face, she’s stunned! Seth Ericson: NOT NOW COCHRANE! Dick Morosi: ADRIEN WITH THE LIGHTNING STRIKE, I THINK THE QUEEN’S OUT! Seth Ericson: Noooooooooooo! And thus the two old foes, Adrien and Zero, face down one another as the clock gets steadily closer to running out. The two lock out, and it begins. The two begin to move around one another, each one trying for a move, trying to find the one opening to get themselves the title they both desire so much. But, as they continue to move, it’s obvious neither one is able to find that. The crowd’s rumblings grow steadily louder as the two desperately try to find any chink in the armor. 00:01:00
Dick Morosi: Only a minute left on the clock, but neither man seems able to get what they need to seal the deal from the other! Seth Ericson: Like you said, they’ve found themselves against one another enough to know what the other will want! Zero and Adrien are polar opposites in personality, but in the ring they go together beautifully! Dick Morosi: Almost insightful! 00:00:40
Seth Ericson: Zero going for a grab on him, BUT ADRIEN DUCKS UNDER! 00:00:30
Dick Morosi: HE SPINS ZERO AROUND, TURNING HIMSELF FOR THE ADRIEN CUTTER, IT’S GONNA BE ALL OVER HE-WAIT! 00:00:15
Seth Ericson: ZERO’S GOT A HOLD ON ADRIEN! HE’S GOT HIM UP! 00:00:10
Dick/Seth Ericson: ZERO TOLERANCE TO ADRIEN! A COVER! 1..... 2........... 3!!!!!!00:00:01
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Seth Ericson: What’s that buzzing?! Dick Morosi: THAT’S THE CLOCK RUNNING OUT, THE MATCH IS OVER! WINNER AND NEW EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION: ZERO MCHANNON!!
The crowd absolutely erupts as the referee calls for the bell, Zero falling to his knees as the realization hits him. The referee brings him the title and hands it to him, Zero looking at it with tears in his eyes before clutching it to him, hugging it as tight as he can. Beeno slides into the ring, crying in a manly way as well as he hugs his triumphant best friend. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner....YOUR NEW EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION....ZERO! MCHANNONNNNNNNNNN! The chants of ‘Ze-Ro! Ze-Ro!’ go into overdrive as confetti rains from the ceiling, covering the new champion, who breaks the hug on his belt to kiss it. Seth Ericson: One time you can understand a man crying. Dick Morosi: He’s done it! After all the adversity, all the hardships, being part of LEGION and The White Nights, gaining and losing Heather, the repeated failed attempts at the title, the losing streak but now...ZERO MCHANNON IS THE EXODUS WORLD CHAMPION! Zero starts to try to get to his feet, all of the exhaustion of the last 60 minutes hitting him now as he almost collapses once on his feet, but he stays standing, hugging the belt to him, the crowd still going wild. They only go wilder once they realize Adrien is standing as well, behind Zero. Zero turns, and the two old foes find themselves looking down one another again. But this time, both men are smiling. Adrien walks forward and starts to go for a hug, but reconsiders...instead choosing to stick his hand out. Zero nods his hand and takes it, shaking it, with Adrien then lifting Zero’s hand in victory as the crowd cheers. The copyright information comes up in the bottom left corner at this image, of one time foes standing together, and the new EXODUS champion, Zero McHannon, the happiest man alive right now.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 18, 2013 13:41:16 GMT -6
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 18, 2013 13:40:00 GMT -6
Inside of one of locker rooms in the RIMAC, sitting in a bench and already clad in his entire wrestling gear, the camera lens focuses on Chris Strike. Headphones around his ear, he’s slowly nodding to the beat of the music coursing through the Sony headsets, feet tapping the floor before him as if in a nervous shake while his fingers are shaking almost uncontrollably. After a few seconds, he finally looks up, brown eyes brimming with determination but his body language still showing signs of possibly being nervous in regards to his upcoming match and what may determine his future within EXODUS Pro. “It’s not exactly like you to be nervous.” While Strike can’t exactly hear those words, as the camera pans back to see where it came from, so does Strike’s eyes. Standing at the door of the locker room is a rather tall woman, golden blonde hair falling to her shoulders, icy blue eyes and dressed to the nines in a silk green dress going just past her knees with a green purse around her right arm, gold earrings in her ears, a gold Rolex sitting pretty on her left wrist and a pair of matching green heels to go along with her dress. Her arms are crossed and the smile on her face is a thin one, as the cameras pan back to Chris Strike, who has his headphones down and around his neck instead. The smile on his face is a thin one, as his hands are now joined together. Chris Strike: Huh. I’m surprised you decided to show up, Vanessa. The woman’s grin curves into something a little more…wicked. Vanessa: Well, somebody out of this entire group of ours had to be here to witness the end of it all. Although Talon and my entourage are here as well. Chris Strike: Huh. Well, I guess I should be glad to see a pair of familiar faces in the crowd. Vanessa: …Dad’s here too. Strike’s eyes widen. Chris Strike: Wait, Bryan is here too? Vanessa: Of course… She takes a few steps forward, as Chris Strike stands to his feet. Vanessa Cade: The Cades wouldn’t exactly miss what may be the God of Thunder’s finest moment. Also…maybe it’s been a long time for the rest of them, but I need to see how this ends. Between you and Christian. I need to see who exactly it is that deserves to win this war. Strike steps forward, standing just a foot away from Vanessa before placing a hand on her shoulder. His hands are no longer shaking at this point. Chris Strike: …Even if it’s the last thing I do…I’m going to end this one on my terms. I’m going to prove to him and everybody else just how alive professional wrestling still is, regardless of whatever Kane spews out. Vanessa crosses her arms. Vanessa Cade: Put an end to it, then. Claim your status on the top of the mountain once again. Strike’s eyes narrow, before he shakes his head. Chris Strike: …Thanks. Keep your eyes open. Way this one’s going to go…you blink, you’ll miss something special. She nods in approval, as the cameras go elsewhere while they continue their conversation and we return to Seth and Dick. Dick Morosi: Folks, at long last, the co-main event of the night is upon us…and man, this is going to be a very special match. A match between two rivals and two of the best athletes currently within EXODUS Pro…and they’re going to settle their year plus war in the purest of methods, bringing it back to where it all started…with the wrestling. Seth Ericson: Lame introductions from my colleague aside, this is going to be one heck of a bout, with it being contested under Pure Wrestling Rules. Now, for those not familiar with the concept, it’s your standard one-on-one match where a pinfall or submission will win it. However, this is where it gets interesting. I’ll let expert pants over here explain. Dick Morosi: Thanks, chief. Anyways, each wrestler has three rope breaks to stop submission holds and pinfalls during the match. After a wrestler exhausts his rope breaks, submission and pin attempts under the ropes by the opponent are considered legal. Count-outs are increased to a 20 count instead of 10 and most importantly… Seth Ericson: No closed fists to the face – sans low blows, they’re allowed in every other part. First one of those gets you a warning, second one loses you a rope break and if you’re out of rope breaks? Welp, you’re disqualified. Also, we’re having a second referee keeping his eye on things outside the ring and a third one watching the footage from the back. Dick Morosi: This match isn’t going to have any shenanigans, according to Director Jonathan Collins and majority owner Nicholas Grey and they made damn sure of it. Well, we’ve said what needed to be said…let’s send it over to Zinkus at ringside. The bell rings as the shot moves over to David Zinkus at the center of the ring. David Zinkus: The following contest…IS A NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP MATCH FOR THE EXODUS PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP…AND IT WILL BE CONTESTED UNDER PURE RULES!!!! As the soft opening to ‘One Of Us Is The Killer’ plays Christian Kane almost obliviously to the fans steps into the aisle with his back to the ring. His face shrouded in darkness he holds his mask down by his side as two women step to either side of The Deformed Drifter, flanking him. With black tribal-like face paint running horizontally across each woman’s eyes they hold up a red and gold curtain, concealing Christian Kane. Just as the song becomes heavier the two women drop the curtain and kneel down in a worshiping stance, revealing a masked Christian Kane. In the air we tried to be But you shot your arrow through me Now one of us must die But the killer won't survive Ignoring the fans reaction towards him in the sold out RIMAC, Christian Kane saunters down the aisle toward the ring, the two women behind him still locked in their stance beside the fallen curtain. Slowing his pace considerably as he reaches the ring The Deformed Drifter again slowly runs a hand over his mask, clenching his fist as it returns to his side. David Zinkus: Introducing first…from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-six pounds…HE IS THE ‘DEFORMED DRIFTER’…CHRIIIIISSSSTIAAAAANNNNNN…KAAAAAAAAAAAANEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Moving to the side of the ring Kane changes his pace and slides across the apron on his knee, taking a moment to stare out at the crowd after doing so. Entering the ring now Christian Kane walks across to the ropes closest to the entryway and slowly raises his arm with his hand out, motioning for the women to rise. They do so and watch The Deformed Drifter as he makes a swiping motion across his eyes with two of his fingers. The girls mimic the action, effectively following the paint across their face. Directly following this they leave, and Christian Kane turns his attentions to the ring again as the music fades. Dick Morosi: There is one word that you can use to describe this man right now…focused! Seth Ericson: It’s the final chapter of a long and storied rivalry, Dick…and Christian Kane intends to close the book on his own terms against that maniac Chris Strike. The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “March of Mephisto” by Kamelot blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, some even pounding the guard rail to amplify the noise around the crowd, 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 and slapping the guard rail along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the RIMAC.David Zinkus: And his opponent…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 while stretching his arms out as “March of Mephisto” fades…Seth Ericson: Why do they cheer him, Seth? He’s as big of a scumbag as some of the people roaming this place. Dick Morosi: Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he’s NOT a scumbag compared to the man in the mask across from him or some of the other guys roaming this locker room. Nevertheless, Strike looks just as focused as his counterpart on the other side of the ring. The two hated enemies step up to each other in the middle of the ring, chest-to-chest...and soon enough, they begin staring each other down. Not saying a word, just standing there glaring at the other, trying the psyche out technique. Finally they begin badmouthing each other back and forth, until something Strike says seems to agitate Kane…who swiftly lifts his right arm up and smacks Chris across the left cheek. But Strike quickly responds in suit, by landing a right handed open palm chop against Kane’s chest. Then with angry glares on their faces, the two lunge forward at each other and come together in a collar-elbow tie-up. After struggling for a few moments, Chris is overpowered by Kane; who spins around Strike’s left out of the tie-up and ends up behind him. Grasping Strike's tights with both hands, he falls back to the mat and rolls Chris over into a pinning position; keeping a tight pull on Strike’s tights. The referee slides down, but he notices the grip on the tights right away and shakes his head, refusing to count the fall even as Kane yells him through the mask, eventually giving Strike enough time to kick out of it altogether. Seth Ericson: IS THIS REFEREE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW, BRO!? Dick Morosi: Pure rules, Seth. Get used to it, because these guys aren’t taking kindly to any shenanigans tonight. Kane quickly rises from the pin attempt and steps away as he turns and faces Strike; backing up near the far ring ropes. Chris gets up angrily, and glares at the Deformed Drifter, whom is looking back at the former God of Thunder, his arms stretched out at his sides. The angered Strike charges towards Kane in an attempt to tackle him; but at the last moment possibly, Kane sidesteps and places his right hand on the back of Chris' head and uses his momentum to send him flying over the top rope and down to the arena floor below. Kane glances around the crowd, beginning to wipe his hands in a boisterous manner while standing in the same spot near the ropes and as Strike gets to his feet on the outside, he reaches both arms into the ring and grasps ahold of Kane’s ankles. Then he proceeds to pull in towards himself, and sweeps Christian off of his feet and face-first on the mat. Afterwards, Chris quickly slides under the bottom rope and back into the ring, then rises back to his feet and waits on Kane to get to his feet. As soon as CK gets to his feet, he quickly has to brace himself as Chris comes back at him with another lock-up. Strike uses his superior speed to slip out of the lock-up, and quickly lifts his left arm up and around Kane’s head into a side headlock. Chris cinches the hold in as Kane grunts from the pressure being applied to his head; and Chris cinches the hold in a few more times in quick succession. To counter, Kane manages to position himself back behind Strike somewhat, and locks his arms around his nemesis’ waist. Christian then lifts his rival up off of the mat, readying himself to attempt a back body drop. But Strike slides free from CK’s grasp, flips backwards, and lands on his feet behind Kane. He charges against “The Deformed Drifter,” running him right into the ring ropes. There he locks his arms around his rival's waist, and attempts to German suplex him away from the ropes; but Kane counters the attempt by hooking his arms under the top ring rope. The force that Strike uses to try and execute the move, causes his grip to loosen, and he rolls backwards over his head. As Christian turns to retaliate, Strike has already risen to his feet and as Kane fully turns around, Strike hops up in the air and thrusts both legs out, landing a picture perfect dropkick against his face and chest, dropping Christian down to the mat. As Kane rises back to his feet shortly after it, Strike grabs a hold of his head and places him in a headlock, before lifting him over and using a headlock takedown to bring “The Deformed Drifter” back down to the mat. He keeps the hold on tight for a few seconds, before Kane gradually rises up to his feet from the mat. He lands a pair of elbows to Strike’s gut in order to break Chris’ grip on him. Kane goes for Strike’s arm, grabbing it and bringing it into a hammerlock, applying the pressure on it until Strike tries to counter it with a back elbow. Kane is barely phased by the first elbow hitting the side of his mask and as Chris goes for a second one, Kane ducks under it and with Strike turning around to face him, Kane leans back and nails Strike with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging it for the cover: ONE! TWO! But Strike gets the shoulder up the moment the ref slaps the mat the second time. Kane keeps his grip on Strike, bringing him back to his feet and pushing him to the ropes before irish whipping him off of them. As Strike comes back, Kane lowers his upper body but Strike sees it coming, sliding onto right between Kane’s feet with a baseball slide and prior to CK turning around, CS grabs him by the ankles and yanks him down to the mat, where he falls mask-first before Strike gets back to his feet. As Christian recovers, Strike meets him with an arm drag, from which Kane immediately stands up after hitting the mat. As Chris rushes him, Kane hits Strike with an arm drag of his own. The two men are both back on their feet at their same time and assuming fighting positions, as the crowd in the RIMAC erupts from their seats in approval of the exchange they just witnessed. Dick Morosi: What an exchange between these two! Seth Ericson: …So this is what it looks like when they’re not trying to kill each other with weapons. Isn’t that something? The two begin to move around the ring again, neither man keeping their eyes off the other but as they advance to the center of the ring, Chris Strike is thinking another lock-up…instead, he gets a kick to the stomach by Christian Kane followed by a set of forearms to the side of the face. Kane then grasps over to Strike’s head and hits him right in the side of the ear with a headbutt from the mask itself. The fans begin to boo as Kane begins to deliver a series of head butts to the side of Strike’s head before letting the dazed Strike stumble back, all prior to pulling him by his arm and drilling him with a short arm clothesline. The RIMAC’s booing grows louder as Kane glances at them and taps the side of his head with his index finger, indicating that he’s smarter than anybody else in attendance. Kane goes to work on Strike with another series of head butts to the exact same spot just above the ear before bringing Chris back to his feet, dropping Strike with a snapmare before following it with a dropkick to the back of the head. The camera does take the time to notice that there is a bit of a cut on the side of Strike’s head, some blood beginning to pour down from it as “The Deformed Drifter” drags the former Thunder God back to his feet by his hair, before getting a stern warning from the referee in the process about fighting cleanly. Dick Morosi: And Kane’s in the driver’s seat with this one and you can owe an assist to that mask he’s wearing. Seth Ericson: Which, to remind everybody at home, is completely legal! As he brings Strike back to his feet, Kane mutters a couple of things before starting to slap Strike across the side of head onto the bloody spot a few times, toying with him as Chris stumbles back, but doesn’t leave his feet. Christian goes for another slap, but Strike blocks it out of instinct before beginning to fire back with knife-edged chops and forearms to Kane until they are near the ropes. He irish whips Kane off the ropes and as he returns, Strike brings him up in the air and drops him with a flapjack, leaving both men laid out on the mat for a few moments. Strike’s the first to gradually stir, left hand pressed against the side of the head, checking to see how deep the cut is before standing back to his feet. As Kane stirs back to his feet, Chris Strike steps forward and smacks Kane with a stiff Mongolian chop to his chest that actually leaves a mark on the overly tanned, distorted blonde. Forcing him into the nearest corner, Strike adds an extra pair of Mongolian chops to Kane’s chest to keep him at bay before breaking into a run and connecting with a rolling wheel kick to Christian Kane. As Kane sinks to a sitting position in the turnbuckle, Strike is right back on his feet and running the opposite ropes before returning towards the turnbuckle with a dropkick right to the chest of the “Deformed Drifter.” Chris finally pulls him out of the corner and covers him: ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! TH- Nope, Kane kicks out. Seth Ericson: C’mon Kane, don’t let yourself get hurt by this reckless waste of a human being. Dick Morosi: Sheesh, if anyone knows how to hold a grudge, it’s you, Seth. Nevertheless, Strike’s got Kane back on his feet, relentlessly going on the attack. The cameras do show Kane in a Muay Thai clinch by Chris Strike, as Strike begins to knee away at Christian’s mask with knees, not letting “The Deformed Drifter” get anywhere out of his sights. Eventually hooking his arms after a series of knees, Strike brings him up and over with a double arm suplex. Glancing over at Kane again, he deals a series of forearms to the man’s masked self to keep him dazed before standing to his feet and running to the ropes, jumping on the second one and flipping over with a springboard moonsault…in which Chris’ chest ends up meeting both of Kane’s lifted knees, causing Strike to damn near throw up whatever it was he ate before crashing to the mat, holding on to his ribs. That gives Christian plenty of time to return to his feet again as Strike stumbles back to his feet, Kane runs the ropes, screaming the word “RIKIIIIII” at the top of his lungs while bouncing off the ropes and as Strike turns around, Kane leaps into the air and catches him with a STIFF lariat that causes a gasp to escape the entire RIMAC. Kane stands over Strike for a second, placing his foot on Strike’s head, grinding his boot against the open cut at the side of it, glancing down at Strike while shouting expletives at him before the referee comes and tells him off from the nonsense. Kane finally lets off and goes to the apron, climbing the top rope and before long, he takes off from it, connecting with a picture-perfect diving headbutt onto Strike’s ribs. Shortly after the impact, Christian immediately covers him: ONE!!!!!! TWOOOOOOO!!!!!! THRE- NO! Strike gets the shoulder up. Dick Morosi: Christian Kane may just found himself a new target outside of the obvious right knee, which hasn’t been targeted as of yet. Seth Ericson: Strike took a risk with the springboard moonsault and it may have resulted in broken ribs. Which is awesome. Kane pounds the mat, leering at the referee, who insists that it was a two count. Standing back on his feet, Kane begins to stomp Strike’s ribs a few times, alternating between those and then to the right knee in which he injured a year ago, kicking the back of it a few times for good measure before he stands over Strike and jumping over, nailing an elbow drop to the ribs. Christian follows suit with a series of elbow drops after it before covering Strike again: ONE!!!!!! TWOOOOOOO!!!!!! THRE- NO! Strike gets the shoulder up again. Kane doesn’t deter, pulling Strike’s face up and nailing him with a slap across the face before standing him back up to his feet and placing him in prime position to set-up a suplex of sorts. Strike tries to fight it by placing his right leg around Christian’s left, refusing to be taken up for the ride, but a solid closed-fist punch to the ribs from Kane is enough to get Chris Strike to stop fighting as he’s elevated off his feet. Kane takes a few steps back while holding Strike up…and he nails Chris with a brainbuster! But that isn’t the end of it, as Kane rolls over and eventually places Strike in a guillotine choke. The crowd is on their feet now, beckoning for the former Thunder God to make it to the ropes as he waves his arms around and stumbles around his vicinity but given their distance to the ropes, after a few moments, Chris finally gets his right foot onto the bottom rope, forcing the referee to step to break the hold. Christian Kane refuses to do so and in turn, he gets the count from the referee before breaking off the guillotine at ‘4.’ Seth Ericson: KANE TOLD ME ABOUT THIS EARLIER, IT’S CALLED THE VISARI CLUTCH! And finally, a rope break has to be exercised in this match. Dick Morosi: The finishing maneuver of former UWL World Heavyweight champion Jerry McClean has left Strike with two more rope breaks to use, but you gotta believe the damage has been done all over the place rather than just one part. Seth Ericson: Kane wants to break him from top to bottom, Dick. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize this…and Strike deserves it too. Dick Morosi: Oh will you be serious?! Christian glanced down at Strike, who is clutching on to the ropes with one hand while holding his ribs with the other before taking a few steps back. Kane glances down at his right knee, pulling down his knee pad in the process and patting the right knee, screaming at Strike to get up to his feet. Gradually and with the help of the ropes, Chris Strike is back up and as he lets go of the ropes, Christian comes running at him, jumping in the air with his right knee extended for his patented version of Busaiku Knee Kick, The Killer Inside [KTI]. Whether on sheet instinct or plain luck, Chris manages to get out of dodge, watching as Kane’s extended legs connect to the top turnbuckle and then he comes crashing down to the mat. Breathing heavily, Strike hangs on to the ropes and steps back, giving Kane ample time to get himself back to his feet before standing behind him and immediately placing his arm around him for a dragon sleeper, which he holds in as the crowd cheers in approval. Strike slowly drags Kane off the ropes, as the referee is on him, asking Christian if he wants to give up. Kane refuses…but instead of keeping the hold, in one smooth motion, Strike twists him around and nails Kane with a rolling cutter in the center of the ring, Kane’s masked face bouncing as if a goddamned Ping-Pong ball from the impact! Dick Morosi: OH MY GOD, THAT’S THE NOBLE-NECKBREAKER! Seth Ericson: NOT ONLY IS CHRIS STRIKE A VIOLENT MANIAC, HE’S ALSO A COPYCAT! PUT HIM IN JAIL! Dick Morosi: THEN WHAT YOU CALL CHRISTIAN KANE USING JERRY MCCLEAN’S MOVE?! Seth Ericson: TWO WORDS: PAYING HOMAGE! Strike immediately places himself on top of Kane, hooking the right leg: ONEEEEE!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE- NO! Kane gets the shoulder up just in time! Now it is Strike’s turn to look a bit in the shock as he sits up, left hand holding on to ribs as he gradually stands to his feet and moves over to Kane’s legs. Immediately, he reaches out to grab on to them, attempting to turn him around into a Boston crab, but Kane begins to fight being turned around, reaching out far and moving his body across the mat in order to make it difficult for Strike to turn him. Eventually, Strike does manage to put in the Boston crab but before he can apply any semblance of pressure, Kane grabs on to the bottom rope nearest to him, forcing him to break the hold and exerting one of his three rope breaks. Dick Morosi: And now Kane has to use a rope break. Seth Ericson: Not that he needs to worry about it. He’s got two more, just like the poster child for blatant violence and stealing. Nevertheless, while Chris lets go of Kane’s feet for a second, he doesn’t hesitate to grab on to his feet again and drag him back towards the center of the mat before Christian has to turn around and attempt to push him away with his free right foot. Kane eventually does push Strike off, causing him to crash on the turnbuckle. Rolling backward, Kane does return to his feet and goes off to the turnbuckle, opening up on Strike with continuous stomps to the ribs before he grabs him by the tights and drives him shoulder-first into the steel pole, the impact ringing across the entirety of the RIMAC from flesh meeting steel. As Strike stays doubled over by the steel post, Kane gives him a head butt right onto the kidneys for good measure before dragging him back and nailing him with an inverted Russian leg sweep. Kane grinds his forearm across Strike’s face for good measure while making the cover: ONE!!!!! TWOOOOO!!!!!! THREE- Strike’s left foot is right on the bottom rope. Dick Morosi: What a vicious set of maneuvers by Christian Kane but Strike’s in-ring awareness has to be praised here. Seth Ericson: …Except for the fact he’s down to only one rope break now, genius. Kane gets back on one knee and immediately places his legs around Strike’s ribs with a body scissors on it, applying the pressure to his ribs while using his physical strength to drag Strike away from the ropes in that position, placing them dead center in the ring as he applies pressure, adding in a few slaps to the back of the former Thunder God’s head to add insult to injury. The crowd at the RIMAC begins to clap furiously and in unison as Strike grits his teeth, hands turning fists as he gradually sits up. Initially, he tries to squirm his way out of the hold, but eventually, he throws a swift elbow right into Kane’s larynx that is enough to force “The Deformed Drifter” to break his hold over him. Coughing a few times, Chris Strike makes his way back to his feet slowly and just in enough time to dodge a clothesline attempt from Kane as he begins firing back with forearms to the side of Kane’s mask before he spins around, catching Christian with a kesagiri chop to the side of the neck. He adds an extra kesagiri for good measure, before he runs off the ropes and back, leaping in the air and taking Kane down with a jumping forearm to much crowd rejoicing. As the two eventually return to their feet, Strike irish whips Kane into the ropes and then LAUNCHES him in the air with a high angle backdrop. “The Deformed Drifter” stumbles into the nearest turnbuckle and Strike follows suit, running across it and connecting with a Shotei to the side of the mask, which is enough to daze Christian Kane and leave him to fall to the mat before him. Strike drags him away from the turnbuckles and then proceeds to climb the top rope. As Kane is on one knee and doubled over, Strike leaps off the top rope with both feet together, attempting a mushroom stomp. However, Kane wisely rolls out of the way and Strike lands on both feet. Taking the opportunity, Christian springs up and nails Chris with a kick to the back of his right knee, taking him right at a weak spot before placing him in a full nelson. The crowd gasps in shock as Kane leaps up with both knees tucked in and forces Strike’s back to smash against them. Dick Morosi: RELÂMPAGO!!!! Seth Ericson: HAHAHAHA, HE’S GOING TO GET BEAT WITH HIS OWN MOVE! The crowd, at this point, are booing ferociously as Kane turns his heated rival over after nailing Strike with his own move. Christian hooks the leg and covers him quite confidently: ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- STRIKE GETS THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST TENTH OF THE SECOND! Dick Morosi: NO! This match is NOT over yet! Seth Ericson: …How…the hell…did he kick out?! HOW?! Dick Morosi: And Kane is beyond LIVID! Seth Ericson: Number one contendership is on the line here. Hell, we may be very well seeing the next EXODUS Pro World champion in this match, depending on if they survive each other and whoever wins the title in that Ironman match… Kane pounds the mat furiously, screaming at the referee that it was a three count, holding three fingers up in the process. The referee shakes his head, tells him that it was only a ‘2’ count and to not push with the abuse any further if he doesn’t want to risk a rope break being taken away. Christian glances over at Strike, who is still out on the mat. He slowly drags him to the center of the mat, before screaming at him to stay down and then moving over to the apron again, ascending the turnbuckle a second time. Dick Morosi: Kane going to the high district again here, perhaps for another headbutt with that damned mask… Seth Ericson: …which is completely legal! Add that to the fact that Strike’s ribs have taken a lot of punishment and this could be the coup de grâce he needs. Kane stands up fully in the top rope, glancing at the fans of the RIMAC Arena booing fervently and he slowly moves his thumb across his neck, indicating that this is going to be it. But just as Christian Kane leaps off the ropes, the boos grow into exponential cheers and Kane realizes exactly what he’s leaping to, as he sees Chris Strike back on his feet, gritting his teeth and firing off with a swift kick that catches him right in the mask and sends “The Deformed Drifter” down to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Strike collapses back on the mat shortly after given the massive impact, which has the crowd at the RIMAC going absolutely BERSERK over what they just witnessed as both men are down and the referees both inside and outside of the ring are checking on the situation from their spots. Dick Morosi: THE NOVOKANE SHOT! A KNOCK-OUT SHOT! CHRIS STRIKE JUST HIT CHRISTIAN KANE WITH A RECEIPT FOR THAT RELÂMPAGO FROM A MINUTE AGO! Seth Ericson: HOLY CRAP, NOT ONLY DOES HE STEAL MOVES, HE KILLS PEOPLE WITH THEM! HE’S A MENACE! A MENACE, I TELL YOU! It doesn’t take long for the fickle “HOLY SHIT” chants to begin echoing through the RIMAC Arena, as Strike is the first of the two to stir, as he crawls his way from his spot in the ring to placing himself right on top of Christian Kane, hooking his right leg and holding on for dear life as he covers him: ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- BUT NOW IT’S KANE WHO GETS THE SHOULDER UP AT THE NICK OF TIME! Dick Morosi: And now Kane is showing his resiliency! Seth Ericson: This…this is what a chance at a World championship will do, Dick. These two men, whether I like one and absolutely abhor the other, are going beyond the normal limits of a man for a chance at EXODUS Pro’s biggest prize. It’s Strike’s turn to show his fair share of shock and frustration as he holds his hands up with three fingers, but the referee shakes his head and tells him that it was a two count. Regulating his breathing accordingly, Strike uses one hand to grab on to Kane’s blonde locks while the other holds on to his ribs. He stares Kane down, gritting his teeth and shaking his head as he smacks him with a forearm…which Kane then returns with an European uppercut. Strike comes back with a chop across Kane’s chest, but Kane steps forward again with another European uppercut. The sequence between the two goes back-and-forth another three times until Christian finally nails Strike with a head butt from the mask, sending the former Thunder God right back down to the mat. Christian sees his window of opportunity, as he rolls Strike onto his belly and places Chris’ right foot onto his left leg before positioning his own foot onto the back of Strike’s right knee and lying down on the mat, elevating Strike’s body up as he begins to apply pressure on it. Seth Ericson: CANADIAN MAPLE LEAF!!!! Dick Morosi: He’s got Chris Strike in the same move that put him on the shelf for the better part of eight months! Strike is screaming in agony at this point from both the pressure on the surgically repaired knee and probably due to some collective bad memories from this movement itself. Although elevated, he’s still reaching with his arms out towards the ropes, using every bit of body strength possible to move himself inch by inch through the mat, as Christian continues to apply the pressure, beckoning Strike to tap out already if he knew what was good for him. But given the distance, with enough hustle put into it, Strike does have just enough to eventually place a pair of fingers on the bottom rope…and that is outright good enough for the referee to break it off. Then again, Christian Kane keeps at it until he nears another five count. Seth Ericson: Yup, that’s the last of his rope breaks…and now, he’s at Christian Kane’s mercy. Dick Morosi: And Kane’s not wasting any time either, dragging Strike away from the ropes. Indeed, “The Deformed Drifter” has Strike back in the center of the ring and is looking to set him up for the Canadian Maple Leaf once again. But this time around, before he can turn Strike on his belly, Chris brings his arms up and catches Kane by surprise as he rolls him over with a small package: ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! THRE- Kane kicks out just in time! Both men eventually return to their feet with Christian Kane being the first, as he fires off another European uppercut to Strike’s face, before irish whipping him off the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a dropkick to his right knee. He brings Strike back over to his feet, planting him with another kick to the right leg before grabbing on to the right leg and attempting to go for a shin breaker. But as Kane brings him mid-air, Strike manages to break away from Kane’s grasp once again and back flip over his back, landing on both feet – although he definitely feels it, as he stumbles back a step. But as Kane turns around, Chris Strike leaps into the air and catches him with a jumping Complete Shot maneuver, planting Kane’s masked face on the mat with it. But while on the mat with Christian right next to him, it’s this next set of actions that makes a few jaws drop. Dick Morosi: What a reversal by Strike, but…wait just a minute! Seth Ericson: …There is no way… At this point, Strike brings his legs up and wraps the right leg around Kane with his hands come up, left arm above the right leg and right arm below it, his hands joining together at the back of Kane’s neck before he begins to pull back on it to the roar of the crowd, the transition finished and the recognition factor of what exactly this move is bringing the entire RIMAC Arena to his feet as the submission is applied. Dick Morosi: IT’S THE OMEGA-16!!!! Seth Ericson: NO! YOU DAMNED COPYCAT! THAT’S JONATHAN COLLINS’ MOVE! Dick Morosi: Jonathan Collins was ambushed and beaten by Christian Kane two weeks ago before Zero McHannon jumped in for save! And how ironic would it be if Chris Strike made Kane tap out to the Director of EXODUS Pro’s move?! Seth Ericson: Anything but that! That maniac is not allowed to win! Not allowed! The color of Christian Kane’s skin starts turning into deeper shades altogether as Strike keeps the Omega-16 locked in for dear life at this point. Kane, at first, desperately gets himself into a position where he can use his hands and knees to crawl towards the ropes but as he gets closer, he seems to almost fade away near them, stopping his progress for a few seconds. The crowd roars in approval, beckoning for Christian Kane to tap out right there and then, as the camera focuses on the masked Kane, groaning and grunting as Chris Strike keeps a grip on the hold, grimacing when given his right leg is being used for the hold. Kane seems to make one final push before reaching out with his right hand and grabbing on the ropes, forcing the break. But Strike still keeps a grip on the hold until the referee reaches a count of three… Dick Morosi: And Kane manages to make it to the rope. Seth Ericson: Christian still has one more rope break to go, but that Omega-16…Dick, we’ve seen it done before. Normally, this gets anybody to tap out. Dick Morosi: But it also shows the sacrifices that both guys are making to be the number one contender for the World title. After letting go of the hold, Chris is the first to roll over on his back towards the opposite turnbuckle while Kane stays belly-first on the mat with his hand still holding on to the rope. The RIMAC Arena faithful roars in approval in regards to the entirety of this match, a “THIS IS AWESOME” chant breaking out from them as the referee begins to count them as they are on the mat: ONE! TWO! Seth Ericson: …They wouldn’t count them BOTH out after all of this, would they? THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Dick Morosi: Part of the rules…but look at them! They’re trying to stand up. SIX! Strike is holding on to the middle rope and on his knees while Kane’s got his hands on the top rope, while on one knee, as the two gradually begin to stand with their assistance. SEVEN! EIGHT! Before the count reaches nine, they’re back up to their feet, the RIMAC cheering accordingly for them as the two stare at one another from across the ring, breathing heavily. Strike has one hand lightly holding on to his ribs while Kane’s grabbing on to the back of his head. Strike’s the first one to let go of the ropes and soon enough, Christian follows suit, as the two meet in the center of the ring again, staring one another down. The cameras close in on them, as the two begin to trade words once again, their tones getting louder and more aggravated in the process before Strike does the somewhat unexpected after a certain jab from Kane by bringing his right hand up with his middle finger sticking out. Kane’s eyes seem to widen under the mask, as he winds back…and hits Strike with a closed fist right on the head. Dick Morosi: OH! Our first closed-fist punch to the face and that…is going to cost him! Seth Ericson: …What a disrespectful, violent cheater! CHRIS STRIKE ISN’T A PURE WRESTLER, WHERE’S HIS DISQUALIFICATION ALREADY?! The referee steps up right in front of Kane, warning him of the consequences of what he just did, but Kane steps over him and nails a kneeling Chris Strike with another closed-fist punch. The referee, at that point, turns Kane around and screams at him, immediately telling him he just lost his last rope break. Kane and the referee go on a bit of a shouting match before Christian balls up his fist and threatens to punch the referee’s lights out with it, screaming about no longer giving a fuck. However, just before he can even do that, his hands are brought up rudely as Strike places him in a full nelson hold…in which Kane proceeds to twist and turn around, eventually loosening Strike’s grip on him as Christian tosses him off and back into the mat. As Strike stands back to his feet, Kane thrusts his right foot out… Seth Ericson: NOVOKANE SHO- Dick Morosi: NO! He caught it! Chris Strike keeps holding on to Christian Kane’s foot in the air, shaking his head at him in the process. In pure defiance, Christian leaps up, his other foot going for an enziguri to the back of Strike’s head, but he ducks under it while letting go of his right foot and letting “The Deformed Drifter” crash right to the mat. Before Kane can move any further, Strike moves over to the drifter’s legs and he crosses Christian’s left leg over his right leg before kneeling down and pressing his right ankle against Christian’s left calf. Once in position, Strike reaches out with his arms and begins to pull Kane’s head back with his forearms, while pressing his own damaged ankle further against Kane’s calf for good measure, as Kane begins to scream under his mask. Dick Morosi: Submission maneuver by Strike! He calls this one the “Luminaire Lock” and this one definitely isn’t a homage! Seth Ericson: NONSENSE! HE MUST HAVE STOLEN IT FROM SOMEBODY! PROBABLY SOMEONE WHO MAKES IT RAIN! Strike pulls back on the hold, screaming at Kane to submit but Christian refuses, attempting to crawl to the ropes…but Strike’s right ankle right on his calf is making it damn near impossible. The look on Strike’s eyes narrow as he begins to pull back further, the referee continuing to check on Kane’s condition, who is still shaking his head under the hold and refusing to quit. A camera shot focuses on Christian Kane’s masked face, who seems to yell something along the lines of “I’d rather fuck his wife’s corpse than submit.” Dick Morosi: Well, that’s classy… Seth Ericson: People say a lot of things under emotional distress, Dick! You should know this! …Unfortunately, alongside the announcers, Chris Strike heard it. Enough to where he brings his forearms away from his face, moving his left hand over to grab Kane’s left forearm and using it to pull the Deformed Drifter’s upper body up further, just as his right arm comes up near the left side of Kane’s neck…AS HE THEN BEGINS TO ELBOW HIM CONTINUOUSLY ACROSS THE NECK, CHEST, SHOULDER AND ANYTHING IT DAMN WELL TOUCHES! The crowd roars in approval, as Strike’s face goes red on his own right as he keeps the elbows coming in a steady, continuous flow to Christian Kane! Kane screams in agony at each one, still trying to move his body further but Strike’s leg still trapping him in the spot. After a few more dozen elbows, at long last, Kane screams in frustration as he begins to tap the mat furiously, the bell immediately ringing as the crowd EXPLODES with cheering. Dick Morosi: IT’S OVER!!!!! Seth Ericson: NOOOOO!!!!!!! Strike lets go of the hold at last, rolling off after the referee indicates it so… David Zinkus: HERE’S YOUR WINNER AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE EXODUS PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP…CHRIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! “March of Mephisto” by Kamelot begins to play over the PA system again, as the referee raises Strike’s arm in the air before the former Thunder God stumbles near the ropes, having to hold to them for dear life but nodding in approval at being able to seize victory and willing himself to climb the top rope and overlook the entirety of the RIMAC Arena, slowly bringing his right arm up in the air, fist balled and enjoying his sweet, sweet victory before motioning for the belt with his hands. Dick Morosi: What a brutal test it was for both of these men in so many ways…but at the end, it is Chris Strike who writes the final chapter of this storied rivalry…and with it, earns himself a chance at whoever gets out of Autumn Effect with the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title. Seth Ericson: … Dick Morosi: You alright there, Seth? Seth Ericson: …There is no God! Dick Morosi: You can mourn, but we're going backstage! I hear Tom Matheny is standing by with...Deacon Jeremiah? WINNER and Number One Contender: Chris StrikeThe scene picks up backstage where we see Tom Matheny standing by next to an ambulance. The sirens are blaring, and the camera picks up on a team of paramedics rolling a gurney towards the emergency vehicle’s back door. On the gurney, laid out in his ring attire is the Reverend Jerry Matthews, fresh from his match against Fiona Rourke. One of the paramedics is using a respirator on the fallen pastor. At the head of the gurney stands Deacon Jeremiah Robinson. Clearly concerned for his mentor’s condition, he barks orders at the top of his lungs as Matheny approaches him with caution. Tom Matheny: Deacon, any word on the Reverend’s condition? Jeremiah turns towards Matheny, and removes his sunglasses. Deacon Jeremiah: That, Mr. Matheny is none of your concern. Tonight was merely another battle in the war. Rest assured, the Reverend will be back at the RIMAC Arena in two weeks time. And, not only will I be by his side, but we shall rain down sulfur on this entire company. This is hardly over, Mr. Matheny. Be sure to spread the good news. By now, the paramedics have loaded the gurney into back of the ambulance. Jeremiah gives Matheny one last look of contempt and climbs into the ambulance. He slams both back doors shut and the ambulance blares its siren. Matheny is left shaking his head to himself.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 18, 2013 13:37:15 GMT -6
We actually cut to the ring, for the match that will decide the future of EXODUS. David Zinkus: The following is set for one fall...and is for the CONTROL OF EXODUS PRO WRESTLING! First to come out, to no music obviously, is Stephen Nair. Dressed in a generic karate Gi and accompanied by his father, he makes his way down to the ring, looking confident in himself. David Zinkus: Introducing first....STEPHEN! NAIR! Boos everywhere. Seth Ericson: Look at this guy! He's ready! He's prepared! He's gonna tear Papa apart! Dick Morosi: He looks like a stiff wind could blow him over. Next, as the theme of Nicholas Gray; "Rocket Dive" by hide begins to play, Papa Arino steps out onto the ramp followed by Gray. The crowd goes wild for the popular older man, who is dressed in standard wrestling tights and showing off an youthful physique for his age. Seth Ericson: Okay, just because he looks like he could fight someone thirty years younger doesn't mean he CAN. Dick Morosi: I'll give you this, you're doing your best. Seth Ericson: It's...it's not easy. The extremely confident looking Stephen Nair continues stretching as the stone-faced Papa looks on, the referee signalling for the bell. Stephen approaches Papa, looking around at the crowd and laughing at the situation he finds himself in, fighting an old man. He reaches one hand back and slaps Papa Arino. The crowd goes silent as Papa's head doesn't move from the slap. He simply stares at Stephen. Stephen, growing uneasy, tries to take a step back, only to suddenly find himself in the grip of Papa Arino, one hand around the top of his head and the other around his throat as he begins to get choked. Stephen quickly begins to slap his hand on his side, tapping out. Seth Ericson: WELP. Dick Morosi: I can't wait to see your conversation with Nicholas Gray, Seth. Seth Ericson: ...well...y'know...something could... Papa begins to leave the ring, his job done. Stephen, meanwhile, scrambles to the apron, gesturing for a microphone. He gets what he wants. Stephen Nair: Hang on, HANG ON! Papa, WAIT! That wasn't fair, I wasn't ready! I could have gotten out of that, it was a rash decision to tap! I NEED A SECOND CHANCE! Papa shakes his head, continuing to walk up the ramp. Stephen drops to his knees. Stephen Nair: PLEASE! I'M BEGGING! I NEED TO BE ABLE TO WIN THIS! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR A SECOND CHANCE! At this, Papa pauses at the top of the ramp. He slowly turns, looking back at Stephen in the ring. He walks back down the ramp and re-enters the ring, taking the microphone from him. Papa Arino: You want second chance to beat me? Stephen Nair: Yes! Papa Arino: You think I give second chance to destroy this company for nothing? Stephen Nair: I'll do anything! Papa Arino: ...fine. You get second chance. But now, you lose...you become butler. Stephen Nair: W...what? Papa Arino: Butler. To Nicholas Gray. Forever. Stephen Nair: That....that's ridiculous! That's INSULTING! I HAVE A LAW DEGREE! Papa Arino: You want second chance, or want to go tell daddy you failed? Stephen pauses, ashen-faced as he looks to his father at ringside, Nair crossing his arms in front of his chest and scowling. Stephen Nair: ...fine. Fine, I agree. Papa Arino: Most excellent. Let us begin. Stephen Nair: Yeah...YEAH! LET'S DO THIS! As part of trying to psych himself up, he chooses to shove Papa. He then stops, completely pale-faced as he realizes what he's just done. Not even a moment later he's on the mat, Papa wrenching his arm in an armbar while Stephen taps. The crowd, and especially Nicholas Gray, go wild. David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THUS GRANTING FULL OWNERSHIP OF EXODUS PRO TO NICHOLAS GRAY, PAPA! AAAAARINOOOOOOOOO! Seth Ericson: Oh. Dear. Dick Morosi: Can you bring a camera with you when you go to apologize? I've got to see this... Gray slides into the ring, grabbing Papa in a hug as he enjoys the news he is now, finally, full owner of EXODUS. On the outside, however, Edward Nair is not taking things as well. He grabs a microphone and enters the ring. Edward Nair: No, no, NO! I am not standing for this! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT HEADING YOUR WRESTLING COMPANY? AN IMBECILE AND HIS SENILE OLD FATHER FIGURE?! The crowd cheers loudly. Edward Nair: Well I won't stand for it! EXODUS can make a lot of people, including ME, so much money, and I won't let YOU ruin it. THIS COMPANY IS MINE! Before he can rant further, he's interrupted by the last thing anyone expected to hear. "We Can Make the World Stop" by The Glitch Mob begins to play as RUFUS FROST stes onto the ramp to a mixture of confusion and cheers from the crowd. He quickly walks to the ring and enters it, producing his own microphone. Rufus Frost: Now hang on just a second, the both of you. Now, I know it's been some time since I've been in an EXODUS ring, but I've been paying attention. Mainly to your little spat over who owns the company. While it's true I did intend to sell it to Mr. Nair... The crowd boos heavily as Nair nods his head. Rufus Frost: The papers were indeed signed by Mr. Gray over here. The crowd cheers heavily as Gray claps to his own name. Rufus Frost: Well, guess what? The skinny on it is that NEITHER of you do. I still own it. Nair/Nicholas Gray: ...What?! Rufus Frost: Yep. Turns out, some random monkey signing it doesn't make it legal. The rights remained with me, and Gray's just been acting as it for a few months now. Edward Nair: So that means... Nicholas Gray: ...you can sell it to Nair. The crowd goes silent at this, as Nair's grin grows three times that night. Rufus Frost: I sure could...but I'm not. Edward Nair: Exactly, I can't wait to get start-WHAT?! Rufus Frost: Yeah, see, thing is, like I said, I've been watching things since this happened. And you know what? That Nicholas Gray...I like the cut of his jib. He runs things how I like them to be run. Edward Nair: Incompetently? Rufus Frost: Someone hasn't seen the profit reports. He holds up a manilla folder. Rufus Frost: But that's not important. What is important is these. Papers that will, conclusively, sign EXODUS over to Nicholas Gray, fully and wholy. Edward Nair: You can't be serious... Rufus Frost: I am. Nicholas Gray: So, I'm...the owner? That's it? Rufus Frost: Just have to sign that papers. Nicholas Gray: I...won. I won. I WON! The crowd goes wild once more as Gray begins a rather excited series of pelvic thrusts. Nicholas Gray: VICTORY BE UNTO ME! Rufus Frost: That's great. So, hey, once we get these signed, hows about you, me, Papa, and Jon all go out for shawarma? The camera focuses on Gray's face as his eyes bug out, and a great light flashes over his face accompanied by a massive "BOOM! The camera slowly pans over, revealing a smoking spot on the mat where Rufus stood, along with his extremely expensive shoes, and the folder of papers. Meta Johnson stands there, shaking his head. Nicholas Gray: W....w....w....WHY!? WHY DID YOU DO THAT NOW!? I HAD JUST WON! Meta Johnson: That was a Class 5. Pray you never see a Class 6. Nicholas Gray: That...so...back to square one. Papa Arino: No. Papa is crouched over the smoking spot on the mat, looking at the papers in the folder. Papa Arino: He already signed. You just have to sign, company yours. Nicholas Gray: ...OH! Well in that case! He looks out at the crowd. Nicholas Gray: Then let me correct something that SOMEONE who's got some 'splainin' to do incorrectly said earlier....ALL HAIL THE START OF THE GRAY ERA! Seth Ericson: Aw poopie. Nicholas Gray: And what better way to start it off than by seeing Fiona Rourke tear Jerry Matthews apart!? EVERYONE OUT OF THE RING, IT'S TIME FOR FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE! The crowd goes wild as everyone, some happily and some not, begin to leave the ring so that the next match, the first of the true Gray Era, can begin. Dick Morosi: So...about that video camera... Seth Ericson: Shut. Up. As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly. David Zinkus: Now entering the ring, from Redmption, Alabama...weighing in at 275 pounds..."THE EVANGELIST"...JERRRRRRRY MATTHEWSSSSSSS! Dick Morosi: He's been in the ring with some of the best in this company, but Jerry Matthews is about to be tested like never before tonight. Seth Ericson: Let's hope whatever pixie dust and rubber bands Fiona Rourke put her knee back together with hold up for this. The lights in the arena dim and the crowd knows what's coming. Except it's not "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive. No, in fact it's something quite different based on this drum beat. Are you rr--rrr-rready? Are you rr--rrr-rready? LET'S GO!Suddenly, the lights go purple and white around the arena as "One for the Money" by Escape the Fate starts to play and the smoke around the entrance way means only one person! David Zinkus: And his opponent...FROM PORTLANDIA...SHE IS THE STRONG STYLE SERAPH, FIONAAAAAAAAA ROURKE! Standing at the entrance way, Fiona Rourke starts to look out at the crowd in her gear and a black hoodie with the Blue Lantern logo on it. Nodding her head to the beat, she finally gives a small grin as she runs to one side of the stage to look at her fans before jogging to the other side to look out for them and salute. Finally, getting back to the center of the stage, she starts crouching down, hood still over her head all as the first verse plays. Everybody in the world are you with me? It's too late to try to run, we run the city! It's my time, it's your time, Held me down, now it's don't give a fuck time! It's go time, it's showtime! Sing it with me everybody let's go! Cause it's one, it's one, one for the money Two, it's two, cause two is for the show Three, it's three, three get ready, Are you ready motherfuckers? Are you ready? Let's go! As soon as the chorus begins, she springs to her feet, holding one finger up as lead singer Craig Mabbitt shouts "ONE!" over the PA System. Holding up two fingers in time with the song, she starts to walk down the ramp with a purpose. At three, she starts holding up three fingers, encouraging the fans to sing along and count with the song. Glancing at a young fan, she nods and touches foreheads with them as she pulls off a glow necklace from her neck and gives it to the fan. As the chorus repeats she flips off the hood and hops up onto the apron. Once she looks out and surveys the crowd, she turns to face the ring before springboarding over the top rope, flipping over it and landing down on her knee, hand touching the mat as if she landed like a superhero! Looking up at Jerry, she has a look of steely determination before she gets up and instantly goes after him, not waiting for the bell! She starts levelling Jerry with a flurry of slaps and kicks, sending him out of the ring. As Jerry recovers outside the ring, she runs to the opposite side of the ring, looking like she's about to come through the ropes with an attack, but she swings herself around and back into the ring before backflipping and landing on her feet, daring Jerry to come in by drawing a line in the ring and daring him to cross it as the crowd goes electric! Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke has sprung straight out of the gate with this one! Seth Ericson: You think that's enough to prove her knee is ready to go? This could be a lot of show for someone who is still badly hurt. Fiona watches as Jerry comes back into the ring, watching as he charges with a lariat, but Fiona rolls through it, hits a handspring off the ropes and comes back on her hands as she lands against Jerry, wrapping her ankles around his neck as she uses her hand to start spinning a circle, the crowd watching as this turns into a spinning headscissors takedown! Fiona rolls to her feet and the crowd is roaring its approval for her as she waits for Jerry to sit up. As he gets to his knee, she runs forward and actually brings him down with a low to the ground hurricanrana! Her fast pace offense is clearly disorienting the larger Matthews, who seems down and out for a moment before she hits a standing moonsault to make a cover. One... Two... Kickout! Fiona nods and reaches to sit up Jerry before starting to kick him in the chest a few times before starting to step back and charge forward, but Fiona's foot is caught, and Jerry uses his brute strength to push her back, leading her to land hard on the mat before he comes over and looks to start attacking the knee. He continues to kick at the joint area, all before referee Katie Hanneman starts to push him back and makes sure that he gives her some distance. Jerry starts to get out of the ring and as soon as he can, he reaches in and pulls Fiona out by the legs, swinging her into the barricades head first as he listens to the crowd boo him as he surveys the damage he's done on the former World Champion. As she writhes in pain, Jerry lifts her up and drops her throat first onto the barricade, leaving her to wince in pain as he once again stalks her like a predator its prey. Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews is a monster! He's abusing Fiona Rourke and not even trying to end the match! Seth Ericson: Because it's a message, Dick! It's not about beating her, it's about showing Jonathan Collins he can do whatever it takes to hurt the people Jonathan loves. It's sick, it's twisted, and it's a part of pro wrestling! Jerry starts to lift up Fiona, looking to ram her into one of the steel posts outside, only for her to wiggle free and try to push him forward, but he manages to stop his momentum, turn around and level her with a huge open handed right. With her being dazed, he reaches and lifts her up for a military press, waiting all before he charges over to the guardrail and throws her over as if she was a lawn dart! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!Matthews steps over the guardrail and tries to go after Fiona, but she kicks him in the stomach, getting him a chance to keel over, leading her to hop over and put him in a standing headscissors. It's clear she's attempting to make quick work of this with one of the most powerful moves she has, the Last Star to the Right. She tries to leap up to start her flipping piledriver, but Jerry just stands up and grabs her ankles, holding her in his place as he drops Fiona onto a stack of chairs with an Alabama Slam! Fiona is down and Jerry dusts his hands off as he goes to make a cover! ONE... TWO.... TH-NO! SHE KICKS OUT! Jerry looks angry at Hanneman for only making a two count, but he can't be bothered, he immediately starts to lift her again for another Alabama Slam, but this time, she wiggles free from his grasp into a sunset flip! She can barely get a one in, but Jerry rolls out and as she tries to back up to start setting him up for the Shinigami, Jerry seems dazed. She runs forw---NO! JERRY MATTHEWS SPEARS HER INTO AN OPEN CHAIR, FOLDING HER AND THAT CHAIR UP IN TWO! Dick Morosi: JERRY MATTHEWS JUST MADE A STATEMENT THERE WITH THAT SPEAR! Matthews gets up almost immediately, adrenaline flowing as he lifts her up....SAVIOR'S WRATH! HE HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR THE PIN! ONE.... TWO..... THRE-----SHE KICKS OUT! SHE KICKS OUT! Jerry cannot believe it! He absolutely cannot believe that someone has kicked out of his finisher! He looks on angrily at Katie Hanneman as he reaches to hook her and bring her up one more time for a Savior's Wrath, but she floats over, catching him with an Oz-O-Matic on the way down! She tenderly touches her back, signs of that pain and fatigue setting in as she starts looking on at Jerry before running over...Shini-no, he catches her and starts going for the Hamme---SHE HOLDS HIS ARM AND HE'S IN THE UNDERTOW! That straightjacket triangle choke is sinched in and Jerry is wincing! His size advantage is certainly helping though as he reaches to lift her up and he grabs her...HE RUNS FROM MIDWAY THROUGH THE CROWD TO SLAM HER AGAINST THE ENTRANCE STAGE! Jerry looks like he's ready to put her down as she leans against the stage, looking exhausted and beaten, but as he looks ready to go for the kill, someone throws a chair at him! Dick Morosi: Who on earth would do that? Seth Ericson: Fans, we tell you...don't get involved in these matches! Jerry turns around to see who made the move, leaving the fans to part as... Seth Ericson: ...No. Fucking. WAY. Dick Morosi: IT'S DAN STEIN! SHOOT PROJECT'S DAN STEIN IS BACK IN EXODUS PRO! The SHOOT Project's Sin City Champion stares on at the Reverend, and there are fans who remember Stein's earlier appearances in EXODUS, where he stood toe to toe against Matthews. Stein looks on angrily at Matthews, and before Jerry can attack Stein, he puts his hand up to stop him, motioning for Jerry to turn around...RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK FROM FIONA ROURKE! The crowd erupts as Dan motions for her to go get the job done, a huge "WEL-COME BACK!" chant for Stein as she grins, starting to get her momentum back. Fiona starts reaching for the top of the stage, hoisting herself up, and as she looks at the downed Jerry, she leaps down....AN INSANELY QUICK EXPECTO PATRONUM! She hooks the legs! ONE... TWO............ TH------NO! Fiona looks almost pained to see only two fingers up, and the crowd has erupted for what is amounting to be an intense match! Jerry seems to be getting up gingerly, but it's clear that Fiona's look says that this won't be easy for him anymore. Motioning to the crowd, she grabs a set up chair and places it down, helping seat Jerry in it. She starts backing up as the crowd around her observes.....AND SHE USES ANOTHER CHAIR TO SPRINGBOARD UP AND TOWARD HIM....HUGE SHINING WIZARD! Fiona is feeling fiesty and ready for war tonight as she starts preparing herself one more time to go for the Shinigami! She starts sizing him up...ROLLING ELBOW, AND THE CROWD CALLS IT! CLEAR EYES!She looks on angrily as she uses all of her force for a massive palm strike to Jerry's heart, and the crowd calls on again! FULL HEART!She starts to leap up, BUT JERRY CATCHES HER AND DROPS HER WITH A CHOKE BOMB! HE INTERRUPTS THE COMBO AND HE BRINGS HER DOWN! He waves his arms, signaling that it's all over! He starts to lift her up again, this time for another Choke Bo--SHE SPITS BLUE MIST INTO HIS FACE! Jerry Matthews is blinded and she runs towards the stage, rebounding off the wall...SHINIGAMI! Dick Morosi: ANGEL DUST! Seth Ericson: SHE TOOK A PAGE FROM THE JONATHAN COLLINS PLAYBOOK! Well...is that legal? I mean...that's Jo-- Dick Morosi: --they're getting married, it's cool. Fiona watches as Jerry goes down to a knee, leaving her to deliver a huge rolling elbow before giving herself a full spin....SHINIGAMI AGAIN! TWO SHINIGAMIS AND SHE GOES FOR THE PIN! ONE!!!! TWO! THREE!!!!!! "One for the Money" instantly starts up again and the crowd cheers as Fiona Rourke has picked up a major victory! David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.............FIONAAAAAAAAA ROURKE! Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke returns to EXODUS and makes a HUGE statement! She is back and she looks ready to regain her position at the top of the mountain! Seth Ericson: If I'm Adrien Cochrane, Zero McHannon, or Heather Halliwell, I'd start to get REALLY nervous, because the knee is back and it's as healthy as it has ever been! WINNER: Fiona RourkeFiona, already out in the crowd, leaps up onto a chair and starts to mingle with the crowd that stands with her as she grins, celebrating as we cut to backstage. Zero McHannon and Beeno are seen sitting backstage getting ready for the upcoming match. Beeno is throwing some water on Zero’s head and giving him a motivational speech. Zero had his head down, staring at the floor, and gritting his teeth. Beeno: THIS IS YOUR TIME DAWG! THIS IS ALL YOU! YOU GOT THIS SHIT IN THE BAG! AIN’T NO ONE CAN TELL YOU ANY DIFFERENT! YOU’RE GONNA PUT IS ON THESE SUCKAS. FUCK EVERYONE WHO SAYS YOU CAN’T DO IT! He begins to nod his head to Beeno’s words as he stands up and starts stretching some. Beeno: And you know what!?! When you win this strap, I’m gonna throw a party in your honor in two weeks. Zero McHannon: And if I don’t win? Beeno: WHY DA FUCK YOU EVEN THINKIN’ LIKE DAT?!? McHannon shrugs and refuses to take his gaze off the floor. Zero McHannon: If I win this title, I legit might cry. Never been a World Champion before. Beeno: And dat's why you’re gonna be a great champ. Ain’t nuthin’ anyone can say to bring that down. Walk out of dat ring wit dat belt and shut these haters up, bruh. It will be the beginnin’ to a long road of success. There was a sense of feeling in Zero that he didn’t know what was going to happen tonight. He considered Adrien and Heather strong competitors. This was not going to be an easy task at all. Zero McHannon: Let's not get ahead of ourselves man. We have to win this match before anything else matters. Tonight I have the chance to make history for myself. I have the chance to change the face of EXODUS as we know it. I have a chance to prove I’m one of the best wrestlers in the world. Beeno: BRAH! You are the best dis business has to offer. You wouldn’t even be in the world championship two pay per views in a row if you weren’t that damn good. You just have to capitalize on dis shit!!! Zero and Beeno give each other a hand shake and they begin yelling at each other while jumping up and down. Beeno: YOU’RE GONNA WHIP ASS BRAH! LETS GO OUT THERE AND DO THIS SHIT! As they are walking out, Zero taps the side wall for good luck and disappears behind the curtain to prepare for his match even more. Beeno stays behind, makes a face, and whispers to himself. Beeno: Mayne... I hope that boy pulls this off. This is his chance to shine... He nods again and the camera cuts off elsewhere.
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The back of a man wearing an open dusty brown blazer patched at the elbows is seen as the camera cuts backstage. As he continues walking down the hallway, his whole body can be seen dressed in blue jeans from the waist down. He notices a door that piques his interest, almost walking past it before pivoting quickly to read the sign on the door. This was the divas locker room, a place he didn’t hesitate to creak the door open slightly to spy through the crack for just a few seconds before slipping back into the hallway, its contents hidden from the camera man. The scene pans to the front of him now, a straggly beard against his face and his long hair draped over his shoulders with a green shirt underneath the blazer. He smirked, spotting his true destination. He knocked on the door several times as hard as he could, EXODUS Director slightly startled at the noise as his eyes peeked up. Before Jon could manage to tell him to come in, the man swings open the door and takes his place in front of the desk, his smirk turning into a serious expression. Jonathan Collins: Ah, Alistair Slayde. I’m pleasantly surprised you were able to join me in my office tonight. How was the drive over? Alistair Slayde: Shitty. Some guy in a hybrid kept going under the speed limit right in front of me. That bastard. They’re all out ta get me, I swear. He let out a quick, hearty laugh. Jonathan Collins: Believe me, I know how traffic can be. You couldn’t take a plane? Slayde shook his head back and forth as he spoke, his hand trying to straighten his thrift shop blazer. Alistair Slayde: Nah. Not enough money. I’m already a couple months late on my rent, so I thought I’d pass through here, see if I can get an extra paycheck. you dig? Jonathan Collins: I dig it, I dig it. So, why don’t you tell me about yourself? Alistair answered with no hesitation, his hubris showing through. Alistair Slayde: What’s there ta tell? Former Corporal in the US Army specializing in CQC - close quarters combat - before they kicked me out. Mom and pops died before I can even remember. It’s all riveting stuff, I’m sure. But I figure I won’t tell you and EXODUS everything just yet. It’d ruin the mystique. Jon nodded as Alistair let out another one of his signature quick laughs for only a second. Alistair Slayde: So, whaddya say? Care to take a chance with an orphan from Texas walking ‘round these parts, or are ya just like everyone else in this pathetic world who doesn’t wanna even give me the time of day? Jonathan thinks about it. His story is not as different as other people that he’s heard, but Jon has been notorious for being fair and giving opportunities to those who haven’t always had them. Nodding, Jonathan begins to speak again. Jonathan Collins: I don’t really know what I can give you right off the top of my head immediately, but why don’t you give me a couple of weeks and we’ll see what we can come up with? I’m sure I can find something. Fair enough, Mr. Slayde? Alistair Slayde: I’m game. The pleasure’s all yours, Mr. Collins. Alistair spits on his hand and holds it out over the desk, leaving Jonathan to think about it for a moment before a small nod and returning the hand, shaking it. Jonathan Collins: We may need to work a bit on your social skills, but we’ll figure it out. Collins shakes his head and looks on at Slayde as we cut back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Looks like the roster just got their introduction to Alistair Slayde. Seth Ericson: Really? Hand spitting? Who does that anymore? Dick Morosi: I couldn't tell you, but I can tell you this. I can tell you that our next match is a doozy! It's a triple threat match to determine the International Champion! Jimmy Riley meets Abby Park and Johnny Cannon...next! The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big Like a warrior I've grown sure So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all You want it all I know you do I know you do David Zinkus: Introducing first, challenger number one...from Nashville, Tennessee...she is 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. Dick Morosi: Abby Park looking as excited and at the top of her game as ever tonight against Jimmy Riley and her longtime rival and tag team partner! Seth Ericson: Hey, it's a Short Change Heroes reunion! A few moments pass, before the blaring chords of "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath slams into its rhythmic bellow throughout the depths of the RIMAC arena, inciting an instant, deafening, vociferous reaction from the EXODUS faithful. Suddenly, the arena lights black out with the exception of the few stationed around the entrance tunnel, which begin to flash in unison and fill with sparks in reponse to the opening guitar riff. The crowd's ear-splitting roar of approval for their "hero" seems to grow louder, as the silhouette of the ravishing Englishman emerges behind the lights, prompting David Zinkus to tuck his cue cards in his shirt and begin his introduction. David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring, "I want to reach out and touch the sky I want to touch the sun but I don't need to fly I'm gonna climb up every mountain of the moon Find the dish that ran away with the spoon" Cannon's form is seen from the shadowy depths from the entrance area, just behind the curtain. Eventually, the Brit makes his ascension onto the entrance stage, pushing his way through the curtain cloth at the top of the ramp, sending yet another shockwave of thundering cheers throughout the crowd. All eyes on the arena fixed on him, Johnny saunters across each side of the stage, while Quinton Goodrich plays to the crowd. The former begins to survey the venue, wearing his black boots, red knee pads, and 'Manchester United' inspired camo trunks, wrist tape on both wrists and his "#JohnnyCannonCelebrationTour" T-shirt. He also wears the face of a man at the peak of his physical prime and the apex of his confidence and conviction. Making a belt motion with his hands, Cannon begins sauntering down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of excited fans that shove their arms out in his direction. Coming down the middle of the ramp, he slows his pace to a stop, posing on location. He playfully points out a finger gun gesture at the crowd, playing to the patrons before removing his two hundred dollar sunglasses and handing them to one of the kids in the front row. David Zinkus: And now challenger number two! Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from London, England..... he is JOHNNYYYY CANNON!!!! Cannon quickly runs up the ring steps and quickly leaps over the ropes with relative ease. Using the momentum from his jump, Johnny spins into the center of the ring before stopping on the drop of a dime, peering outside at the nearest ringside camera. Too cool for school, the world renowned actor and former cagefighter slowly unzips his track jacket, and slides out of it with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to the nearby ring attendant. "I've crossed the ocean, turned every bend I found the plastic at the gold at rainbow's end I've been through magic and through life's reality I've lived a thousand years and it never bothered me" From there Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside. He was psyching himself up, hoping to prove to himself, and to the world, that he was the greatest wrestler on planet earth. Now in the corner, he stands, his head lightly resting against the pad as he awaits the start of the match. Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon is looking more determined than ever tonight. Seth Ericson: He better be, because my boy is coming out next! 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 your EXODUS Pro International Champion... “THE RISEN 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: This is starting to get ugly, the entire war between all three. Seth Ericson: Don't hate Jimmy because he's better, Dick. As the bell sounds, Abby quickly charges at Jimmy Riley, leaping into him with a forearm that sends the Risen Star backpedaling into the nearest corner. From there she begins to unload her frustrations on the defending champion, laying into him with a series of rights and lefts to the midsection. Before she can continue her assault, her former tag team partner steps forward and wraps an arm around her waist before tossing her to the canvas – only to take the reins so to speak and unleash his own fury on the Ohioan with a flurry of toe kicks to the breadbasket that eventually reduce the champion to a crumbled heap in the corner. Taking offense to being ‘one-upped’ by the multi-talented Englishman, Abigail scrambles back to her feet, and spins Johnny around before striking him in his injured knee. Wincing, Cannon doubles over to tend to his impaired limb, allowing Park to go to town on him with a combination of elbows and forearms to his vulnerable cranium. She attempts another forearm – only to have the protruding limb captured by her opponent who quickly steps over said arm and attempts his Crucifix Armbar. Having scouted the move and her adversary for that matter, Park rolls through once they transition to the canvas, effectively evading the submission. Dick Morosi: It’s obvious that their mutual aversion for Jimmy Riley has put Cannon and Park at odds tonight. I doubt there will be much teaming between these two. Seth Ericson: And that’s great news for the champion. If I’m Riley, I’ll be happy to let them exhaust one another, then pick up the pieces wherever they may fall. The Short Change Heroes turned short term enemies return to a stand – with Cannon making the first move and charging straight at Park. He lunges forward, allowing himself to be sucked into an Arm Drag Takedown as Abby sends him somersaulting forward straight down into the canvas. The former International Champion springs back to his feet, and quickly returns the favor to the incoming Southern Brawler, taking her down with an Arm Drag of his own as she is slammed into the mat. She scurries back to her feet with ease, and from there their rivalry picks up right where it left off, as the EXODUS titans engage in a heated battle of fisticuffs. Abby connects with a right hand - Cannon with a European Uppercut -another right hand from Park –another Uppercut from Cannon. Johnny eventually gets the better of the exchange, having the size advantage and striking background, and levels her with a STIFF European Uppercut that sends the Korean American staggering into the ropes. The man proclaiming to be “Mr. EXODUS”, quickly grabs a hold of Park’s arm, and drags her off the ropes – only for Abby to spin and reverse the Irish Whip with an attempt of her own – only to have Cannon do the same, getting the better of the exchange of reversals. He sends Park flying into Jimmy Riley, and the collision knocks the champion through the ropes and out of the ring. Staggering back, Park turns into a Clothesline attempt from her former partner, but she has enough wherewithal to duck. She captures the turning Cannon in a Headlock takedown, dragging him to the canvas. Keeping his cool, Johnny quickly counters, trapping her in a headscissors just as he hits the canvas. Forced to take evasive measures, Park slithers and maneuvers her body to the base of the Englishman’s lower extremities, before leaning onto her head. She then catapults forward – effectively escaping her captivity and landing onto his chest for the pinfall. “ONE”
“TWO”With his shoulders pinned down, Johnny encircles his arms around Park’s waist before bridging and forcing his body off the canvas to a vertical base. Following the impressive feat of strength, he spins inward twice, whilst transitioning his grip to Park’s arms in an attempt to bring her down with a Backslide. She blocks, hooking his leg with her foot, before sliding her arms free and turning into Cannon with a knee to the solarplexus. She then follows up with a STIFF forearm into the jaw, and then a second – however the third is blocked as Johnny captures the arm. Once again, he goes for the Cross Armbreaker, only to have Park counter once more. She rolls through, and somehow manages to stack him onto his own shoulders with an Inside Cradle. “ONE”
“TWO”Dick Morosi: That was close right there but Johnny Cannon powers out! These two seem to know each other like the back of their hands. Seth Ericson: Meanwhile, Riley bides his time, like a snake in the bushes, waiting for the right moment to strike. Both superstars begin to climb back to vertical bases respectively – with Park coming to a stand while Cannon ascends to a knee. Holding higher ground so to speak, Abby quickly charges forward, swinger her arm wildly in a Clothesline attempt. Johnny is having none of it, as he artfully circumvents the attack, and simultaneously grabs a hold of his foe’s arm. He quickly applies a Hammerlock, immobilizing the tenacious Tennessean, before swinging himself back around to apply a Front facelock with his free arm. Afterward, he strategically sweeps at her legs, coercing her off her feet and driving her momentum forward to plant her face first into the canvas with a thunderous DDT. Johnny takes a brief moment to recuperate, and regain his breath, while Park lies motionless with her face buried in the mat. Having gotten a much needed breather, the former champion comes back to a stand, and immediately surveys the landscape in desperate search for his other opponent. He ultimately finds what he’s looking for, though not in the fashion he desired, as Riley comes dashing into camera view, leveling the turning Cannon with a vicious Clothesline. As the only man standing, albeit tentatively, The Risen Star smiles a cocksure grin, and takes a bow, receiving a chorus of boos for his very heelish gesture. Having finished his posturing, Riley quickly goes on the attack, focusing his assault on the first moving body he sees. Unfortunately for her, it’s Abby Park, and Jimmy immediately pounces on her with a clubbing blow to the upperback, just as she had climbed onto all fours. He then lifts her up to a vertical base, violently slamming a knee into her gut, before tossing her out of the ring. In another condescending display, he wipes his hands, intimating that he had ‘taken out the trash’, before focusing his attention on the man he won the International Championship from. However, before he can exert his will, Cannon climbs back to his feet and immediately strikes his adversary with a flesh wrenching chop. The Flairesque “WOO” chants quickly fill the RIMAC, as Riley winces and shrivels up from the blow to his bare chest. But there’s more where that came from – Johnny quickly follows up with another chop, sending Riley retreating into the ropes. From there, Cannon commences a rapid fire sequence of chops, reddening the defending champ’s chest with stinging strike after stinging strike which ignites the RIMAC arena. Taking a hold of JImmy’s arm, Cannon attempts an Irish Whip - Riley spins and pivots to counter with one of his own, launching the Brit across the ring. On the rebound, Johnny quickly ducks to avoid a Clothesline, before turning to lean into the second set of ropes. As he returns for the second time, he’s unable to avoid his foe’s return fire, as Riley takes him out with an impressive Spinning Heel Kick. Seth Ericson: And now Riley is in completely control Dick. This is a man who hasn’t complained about things not going his way. He just takes care of business like a true professional. Dick Morosi: What the hell are you talking about Seth? He’s complained countless times about having to defend his belt tonight, and that was after he tried to screw BOTH Cannon and Park out of a title match. Seth Ericson: Well, I honestly believe he was acting in the best interest of the FX Network. What kind of message would it send having a raging alcoholic holding the International Championship? Think of the kids Dick! Dick Morosi: Yes, because cheating the system and weaseling your way out of your obligations are the types of behavior we want our younger viewers to emulate. Jimmy slowly climbs back to his feet, and grabs Cannon by the head before proceeding to drag him to a stand. Riley moves behind him, quickly placing his head under the Brit’s arm, while also encircling his arms around the former champ’s torso. He then drives his momentum backward to drop the London brawler on his back and shoulders with a textbook Backdrop Suplex. He quickly floats over to execute a lateral press for the pinfall. “ONE”
“TWO”Cannon manages to roll a shoulder over to break the count. His tenacity slightly dismays the Cleveland born veteran who climbs to his feet with a scowl on his face. Riley begins to drag his nemesis to his feet, only to have Johnny drive a fist into his belly, followed by a second and a third which leaves Riley wincing and staggering. “Mr. EXODUS” regains a vertical base and takes a deep breath, before formulating his next offensive maneuver. As he advances forward, Jimmy side steps and spins, scoring with a STIFF back elbow, plunging said bone into the chin of his incoming foe, neutralizing his target and sending him retreating into the corner. The Risen Star picks his hands through his hair, his eyes narrowed, his teeth gritted, his rage beginning to manifest before the eyes of the spectators. The indignant champion suddenly charges at the corner, allowing his fury to get the better of him. Johnny capitalizes off of Riley’s impulsiveness, swinging his boots level to his head and driving them into the Ohioan’s jaw. Having sent Riley stumbling back, the Brit charges out of the corner, only to have a Clothesline come his way. He circumvents the attack, maneuvering behind Riley whilst applying a Rear Waistlock. He pushes Riley forward back into the corner, and suddenly rolls back to attempt the Chaos Theory German Suplex. Jimmy blocks, instinctively grabbing onto the ropes on either side of him, sending Johnny rolling back empty handed. In the far side of the ring, Abby Park slides back inside the squared circle. She wastes no time in making her presence felt, as she charges straight at Cannon who burrows his head into the canvas like an armadillo. The spitfire Korean steps onto Johnny’s back, using him to springboard herself into the air, where she connects with a dropkick into a turning Jimmy’s chest - compressing him between the turnbuckle padding and the soles of her boots. Dick Morosi: What a sequence of events! Abby Park has just turned the RIMAC on it’s head. Listen to the crowd Seth. “ABBY PARK!”
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*CLAP- CLAP- CLAP -CLAP- CLAP*Seth Ericson: And that’s why we can’t trust these Koreans. They’ll come out of nowhere and drop a damn nuke on you! As Riley slowly rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron, an energized Park springs back to her feet. She dives at Cannon with a short arm Clothesline, taking him off his knees with authority before immediately following up with a cover. “ONE”
“TWO”Johnny rolls a shoulder over to avoid defeat. Maintaining her composure and adrenaline rush in spite of the unsuccessful pinfall, Park climbs back to a vertical base, and begins stomping the downed Brit like she were trying to put out a small fire. Desperately, Cannon rolls to the ropes to get some much needed breathing room. As he tries to pull himself up, Park refuses to let up, and starts clubbing and hammering him in the back with forearms. Cannon refuses to be pulverized into submission, as he scores with an elbow to the midsection that staggers his smaller foe. He comes to a stand, and follows up with a European Uppercut that sends both spit flying and Park’s head awkwardly snapping behind her. From there, he Irish Whips her into the ropes, only to miss the Clothesline upon her rebound. She bounces off the ropes a second time, and comes flying with a raised knee that lands flush, knocking the Englishman off his feet, dropping him like a bad habit. Dick Morosi: SEOUL TRAIN! Abby is feeling it now! Could this be her night? Seth Ericson: Where the hell is this coming from? She's like the energizer bunny Dick! The crowd rallies behind her, as Abigail crouches behind a weary Cannon, beginning to size him up. Delirious and dazed, Johnny groggily comes back to a stand, prompting Park to strike. She leans forward, and attempts to put the much larger man on her shoulders for the Cropduster - and the crowd roars in approval in response to her valiant effort. Just when she begins to lift him off the canvas, Cannon manages to slip behind her and quickly wraps his arms around her waist. Before anything can transgress, Jimmy Riley leans up on the apron, and immediately climbs onto the top ring cable. Exploiting the elasticity of the cables, he launches himself toward his two targets - Park ducks in desperation, leaving the champion to reach around Cannon’s body, clasping his hands together upon them encircling the Brit’s torso. As he lands seated on the canvas, Riley drags Cannon down, whilst simultaneously, Johnny violently bridges his back, releasing Abby overhead. While she lands with a resounding thud, Cannon is caught with his shoulders pinned down, prompting the referee to make the count. Seth Ericson: The Risen Star is shining here at the Autumn Effect! Jimmy Riley has stole the show tonight. He’s got it here! “ONE”
“TWO”Dick Morosi: Close but no cigar! Riley almost had it with that Sunset Flip… while Cannon took Park out with that German Suplex… OH MY GOD what a combination, what a turn of events, what a match! After Cannon somehow kicks out, Jimmy sluggishly climbs back to his feet. He lifts Johnny to a vertical base, and leans him over before maliciously and repeatedly driving his knee into the Brit’s forehead. Having smashed in Cannon’s cranium, Riley applies a front facelock, and throws the Brit’s arm over his shoulder, seemingly attempting his Ego Check Brainbuster. Johnny has other plans however, as the pugnacious challenger fights out of the perilous predicament by repeatedly burying his fist into the Ohioan’s ribcage. Having been freed from the facelock, Cannon unloads on Riley with a series of open palm slaps to the face, followed by a SICKENING elbow strike to the cranium that bewilders the recipient of said strike. However, Jimmy ducks the Discus Forearm, breaking up Cannon’s signature Clockwork Orange combination by ducking and effectively maneuvering into a three point stance. When Johnny turns, Riley steps up onto his chest before swinging the same leg up and violently cracking the Brit in the back of the head with his foot, scoring with his All The Shine signature kick. Johnny is reduced to a knee, as his brains practically ooze out of his ears - meanwhile Riley scrambles back to his feet and heads for the ropes. Upon rebounding, Johnny shakes the cobwebs, and immediately comes back to a vertical base. He uses his foe's momentum to his advantage, launching the incoming Riley into the air, before sidestepping and connecting with an extremely VILE kick to the champion’s chest. Dick Morosi: Cardiac Arrest! Johnny is feeling it! He’s feeding off of the crowd. On a knee, an exhausted, winded Riley wheezes and coughs, while Johnny begs and pleads for him to get up. With buckling knees, the defending champion lethargically comes to a stand, prompting Cannon to go for his patented Roundhouse Kick. It fails to meet it’s mark as The Risen Star ducks. He quickly places the turning Cannon onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, but any hopes he had of transitioning his hold into his Light Em Up forearm strike were quickly thwarted as Johnny slithers himself free. He slides down Riley’s back, and immediately shoves him into the ropes into a waiting Abby Park who greets him with a forearm of her own. Johnny quickly charges forward, only for Riley to sidestep, causing the Short Change Heroes to inadvertently collide - the collision of which sends Abigail flying off the apron to the floor below. Taking advantage of the window of opportunity presented to him, Riley charges forward and clocks Cannon in the head, then drags him from the ropes to the center of the ring. Afterward, he maliciously drives his forearm into the Brit’s cranium, again and again. As the strikes reverberate throughout the arena, Riley quickly places Cannon onto his shoulders in the Fireman’s Carry. He holds him there for a moment, smiling while Johnny lies lifelessly across his shoulders - before throwing him into the air. The Risen Star quickly bends his arm and swings his elbow up toward the freefalling Cannon - but “Mr. EXODUS” manages to counter, grabbing a hold of his foe’s arm, taking him off his feet with a well timed Arm Drag. A flustered Riley scrambles back to his feet in frustration, then hastily charges at the rising Cannon- however his impulsiveness spells his doom. *CRACK*Riley’s lights are immediately turned off as the former International Champion snaps his leg up to strike his incoming foe in the head with lightning quick Roundhouse Kick. Jimmy immediately drops to the canvas, unconscious from the knockout blow that just dented his cranium. Dick Morosi: ROUNDHOUSE KICK! OUT OF NOWHERE! Seth Ericson: Riley’s out cold! What a counter. With the crowd on its feet, Cannon slowly rolls him over and hooks his legs for the count. “ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE!”"Supernaught" by Black Sabbath starts again, and the crowd erupts as once again, Johnny Cannon is the International Champion. The man gets his belt back and kisses the faceplate as the crowd erupts, cheering on their hero! Abby Park looks at her partner, rival, and friend, giving him a respectful nod and bow, before leaving the ring to let him celebrate! WINNER and NEW International Champion: Johnny CannonDick Morosi: Johnny Cannon made history tonight! He is the first two-time International Champion! Seth Ericson: It could get real interesting, he's got some interesting people to face going into his chance to be in the Honor Cup! Dick Morosi: While Cannon celebrates with all of San Diego, let's take this backstage! We go backstage into the office of Edward Nair, who looks irate. Edward Nair: DAMN THOSE GODFATHERS! DAMN THEM!! The minority owner of EXODUS Pro, still nursing his neck with an ice pack storms into his office. He is followed closely by his son and attorney, Stephen Nair, as well as EXODUS Pro wrestler, Chris Marks. The San Diego native quickly offered his snarky comment. Chris Marks: Well, you invited one of them here. Stephen Nair just looks at Marks and gives him the “Not now, dude” look. Edward Nair ignores the comment and continues fuming as he sits down in his chair behind his desk. Edward Nair: We need to hit them and hit them where it hurts. Chris Marks: Then what’s the plan? Edward Nair: Him! Edward Nair points at his son. Stephen Nair: Me? Chris Marks: You know, he does have a name. The fact you keep referring to Stevie here by pronoun doesn’t exactly help the hazing he gets around here. Stephen Nair: Shut up, Chris. Chris Marks: Just trying to help, Stevie. Edward Nair: Are you two done bullshitting? Chris Marks: I don’t think I’m ever done bullshitting, sir. Edward Nair: Then take a break for a moment. Stephen, I need you to win this match against Papa. We need to get control of this company. The younger Nair nods. Stephen Nair: Will do. Edward Nair then points to Marks. Edward Nair: You need to be on standby in case someone like Gray or Cochrane interfere. Chris Marks: Can do. Edward Nair: The moment I have full control of this, I’m getting rid of Gabriel Gambino. I’m getting rid of Andreas Lasiewicz. I’m getting rid of Jonathan Collins. They will be gone before I even think about going on to firing someone like Blake Jones or Adrien Cochrane. This company is going to change and it’s going to change now. Nair scowls, looking incredibly upset as we cut elsewhere.
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We cut backstage, and even if the hallway toward the exit is empty, we still hear something. Voice: THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS! I NEVER AGREED TO THESE TERMS! I WORK HERE, DAMMIT! Finally, as the voice off camera gets louder, EXODUS fans see Head of Security Johnny Lee Richwine and three of his fellow security guards restraining and carrying off none other than Richard J. Maxwell, manager of Whisper and persistent thorn in the side of Jonathan Collins. Richard J. Maxwell: WHISPER WASN'T DEFEATED! HE WAS DISQUALIFIED! Johnny Lee Richwine: Sounds like a loss to me, bud. Maxwell still struggles and squirms and they come to a stop as Jonathan Collins approaches the group, flanked by his friend and member of the Graytourage...Papa Arino. Papa Arino: He don't make it rain. I don't like him. Jonathan Collins: You hear that, Ricky? He doesn't like you. I'm not too crazy about you either. And, well, I told you I wasn't going to take what you were dishing out. Richard J. Maxwell: This is insane, Collins! Whisper was disqualified...and unjustly, might I add! I did nothing wrong! Jonathan Collins: You sure about that, Ricky? And, well, I said if he didn't win the gauntlet, you were out of work. And last I checked, XAVIOR won. So Johnny? Help this gentleman find the door. And...let it hit his ass on the way out. Johnny Lee Richwine: My pleasure, Mr. Collins. Maxwell continues to struggle, screaming and shouting, when all of a sudden...silence. All thanks to a swift and almost lightning fast punch to the face from Papa Arino. Papa Arino: He silent like baby. I like him much better now. Jonathan grins and pats his friend on the back before security tosses Maxwell out of the building and we cut back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Jonathan Collins is clearly not happy tonight. Seth Ericson: Would you be happy? Look at how aggravating tonight's been...and he still doesn't know the fate of EXODUS yet! Dick Morosi: He, and everyone else, will see the fate of the Tag Team Titles coming up next, when The Turks defend against the teams of Trouble and Gods & Monsters...next! The arena lights fade to black. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Suddenly, at full volume, Can You Dig It (Iron Man 3 Main Titles) kicks in, with the entrance lights alternating between Royal Blue, and Red and White as the first 8 stings of the track play. On the final sting, pyros fire from either side of the entrance way explode, columns of sparks, as Steve Lenton, Wulf Erikssen and Stacey-X enter the arena. A Tron for the pair begins to play, short bursts of action punctuated by stills of the pair in various situations. Steve moves to the right of the entrance way, Wulf to the left, with Stacey remaining in the middle. Each man raises a solitary arm in salute to the crowd, as Stacey raises both arms to indicate both performers. David Zinkus: Introducing, weighing in at a combined weight of 481lbs, “Big L” Steve Lenton... “Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... they are TROUBLE! Both men head down the ramp, Steve with his trademark strut, Wulf giving high fives to the crowd as he passes. As they reach the ring, Stephen stops for a moment, reaching out to the sides to allow the fans to reach in and touch him, whilst Wulf slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Steve quickly climbs onto the apron, and straight up the turnbuckle, whilst Wulf runs up to the diagonally opposite corner, both men lifting their arms in salute to the crowd again. Meanwhile, Stacey walks around the ring to the teams corner. The pair then drop down into the ring, meeting in the centre where they greet each other with a chest bump, before peeling off back to their corner. Dick Morosi: Trouble have come closer to defeating The Turks than anybody else. Is this their night? Will they be able to go one better and become Tag Team Champions? Seth Ericson: A lot of this crowd seems to think so. Listen to that ovation! A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is shined on by red and white lights, the house lights dimming and filling the rest of the arena with darkness. The crimson hues float over the entryway and ramp, absorbed by the somewhat blank canvas of the squared circle. Suddenly the tranquil and quiet ambiance in the arena is poisoned by the sound of "Pulse of the Maggots" by Slipknot which rumbles onto the P.A. system. The aforementioned arena is quickly filled with boos and a few harsh audible obscenities as the curtains begin to sway ever so slightly. As most eyes feast themselves upon the said commotion at the entryway, the appearance of Zack Lifer from up in the cheap seats - wearing his famous Gods and Monsters T-shirt he wore when he took down Ulysses at No Church In The Wild just two months earlier underneath a signature black opened sweatshirt of his, his hands in the pockets in front of him as he took each step quickly down the stairs. A sudden increase in the crowd's negative uproar signaled the emergence of CHRISTUM FUROR and the other half of their negative attention was on the shoulders of the misunderstood genius Zack Lifer as he made his way through his normal routine. David Zinkus: Introducing next, at a combined weight of four hundred and forty two pounds... they are the team of Magnus Gunner and Zack Lifer... GODS AND MONSTERS! “THIS IS THE YEAR WHERE HOPES FAILS YOU AND THE TEST SUBJECTS RUN THE EXPERIMENTS AND THE BASTARD YOU KNOW, IS THE HERO YOU HATE..." The velvet curtains are ruffled from their suspension with the brushing of white hockey-tape covered hands. Magnus is revealed to the bitter masses of humanity with a pair of black knee pads and boots, along with a pair of denim shorts and a Screaming Trees T-shirt, half soaked with water that drips from his jet black hair which hangs over his shoulders. Gunner stands still and tall at the apex of the ramp while Lifer nears the barricade. Gunner runs his fingers through his hair while his head hangs askew whilst he poses in the crucifix. Finally, Christum Furor begins to march down the aisle, removing his shirt and carelessly tossing it to the floor in the process as he proceeds to walk with a slow, methodical, fatigued-appearing amble, with his shoulders relaxed and arms dangling loosely, his weight shifting from foot to foot to cause him to somewhat sway - idiosyncrasies that go unmatched yet unnoticed to the untrained eye. "...BUT COHESING IS POSSIBLE IF WE STRIVE THERES NO REASON, THERES NO LESSON NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT, TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE, WHAT HAVE YOU GO TO LOSE EXCEPT YOUR SOUL...."
"WHO'S WITH US!" Lifer hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could only be considered impressive, a hint of arrogance in his actions that he would surely deny if questioned. He crosses paths with his partner who gives Zack a genuine smile underneath his thick hair, causing Zack to become more confident, more relaxed. The two superstars, meet in the center of the aisle, where CHRISTUM FUROR drops to a knee to pose in his infamous crucifix, while Lifer raises his fists high behind him. Dick Morosi: These two, they're crazy, insane, yet talented nonetheless. This is the type of environment where they normally flourish in. Will TLC be the night they unseat The Turks? Seth Ericson: Gunner has made a career out of hardcore matches. He's Main Evented majority of the year. He's no stranger to a big contest. Dick Morosi: Neither are TROUBLE, or the TURKS. We've got the makings of a classic here. Finished posing, Gunner knees up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle as Lifer slides underneath the ropes in a swift fashion, using the ropes to get to his feet as quick as he could. Gunner’s head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch atop the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral, twisted, demented thoughts and plans he intends to carry out to torment his adversaries. Zack seems to ignore this entirely, crossing his arms impatiently as he waits for his friend to hop down, mouthing something about Gunner being ‘way too slow,’ noting something almost silently against the jeers that it wouldn’t have taken him this long to think, pointing to his skull with his pointer finger with a childish smile across his face.. "I FIGHT FOR THE UNCONVENTIONAL MY RIGHT, AND IT'S UNCONDITIONAL I CAN ONLY, BE AS REAL AS I CAN BECAUSE ADVANTAGES, I NEVER KNEW THE PLAN THIS ISN'T THE WAY JUST TO BE A MARTYR I CAN'T, WALK ALONE ANY LONGER I FIGHT, FOR THE ONES THAT CAN'T FIGHT AND IF I LOSE, AT LEAST I TRIED" Lifer and Gunner back into their corner as their music fades out. “Oooooh Tuuurrrrrkkksss… Come out and plaaaaaayyyyyyy” The crowd begin to roar as the lights suddenly go out, and there is a loud cackling over the P.A system, resembling a radio being tuned in. Then a robotic voice begins to play out. “Okay, boppers. The ring is finally starting to cool down after last night's heat wave. We lost a lot of major players and everything is wide open. There's a lot of moves to be made and a lot of empty positions to be filled. One thing's for sure though; the truce is most definitely off. Sorry, Trouble. Some things are just too good to be true, I guess. My apologies again to G&M, man. That was a long walk home you boys had. Remember, boppers, if you're ever in the big SD, they grow some real mean mothers down there. Mean and heavy. But that seems to have fallen on deaf ears. But I’ve got something just for them. I have a saga, they need a saga… What's the saga?” A vicious drumbeat begins to play out in the background. “It's Songs for the Deaf. You can't even hear it!” A heavily distorted guitar starts to build up as red and gold lights begin to flash out across the crowd. A ball of flame bursts out from the entrance way as the crowd gasp in shock. "(You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar But I Feel Like A) Millionaire" by Queens of the Stone Age blasts out around the arena OW!!!! Dead bull with the life from the low I’ll be massive conquistador Give me soul and show me the door Metal heavy, soft at the core Gimme toro, gimme some more Then, with a burst of life, Sally Talfourd races out to the stage wearing her old Elena mask, waving to the crowd and a beaming smile across her face. She runs from one end to the other, getting the crowd hyped, screaming at them to get behind them. The crowd then takes the cheering to a whole new level as Andreas Lasiewicz slowly and methodically makes his way out to the stage, his face shrouded by his Reno mask. He takes in the atmosphere, staring out at them all with his baton resting over his shoulder as he takes in the cheers and the applause. Sally comes to his side, bopping along to the music. Then they slap hands and head down to the ring. Pressurize, neutralize Deep fried, gimme some more Space flunky, four on the floor Fortified with the liquor store This one's down, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Sally slaps some fans hands on the way to the ring, Andreas focuses on the ring, rolling his wrist in his hand. At the base of the ring, the Turks come together, into a close huddle, talking their last strategy before the match. The crowd's chant starts up, gaining voice and momentum: Turks! Turks! Turks! Finally, Andreas and Sally break with a fist bump. They then rip off their masks and hurl them out to the crowd, who begin fighting over this gift. Sally pulls herself up to the apron, then vault over and into the middle of the ring with a big wave. Andreas makes his way up the steps, steps through the ropes, and then looks out to the crowd. The pair of them raise their Tag Team Titles in the air as the crowd roars with approval. Shrunken head I love to adore B-movie, gimme some gore Gimme toro, gimme some more B-movie, gimme some gore
Gimme toro, gimme some more Dick Morosi: I don’t think much else needs to be said. They’re the champs. They are undefeated both as a team and in singles action ever since they stepped into EXODUS five months ago. Seth Ericson: They are THE team to beat. But if anyone can, it’s one of the teams they are facing tonight…. Here we go… We’re getting started! All six competitors are now in the ring. All of them are on edge as the crowd begins to rally behind their chosen team, with leanings towards Trouble and the Turks, though there is a small group of fans randomly cheering for G&M. The wrestlers all look around the ring, seeing various items of interest have already been set up by the ring crew. Several ladders pointing skyward, a number of tables and a pile of chairs litter around ringside. The bell rings as anticipation reaches fever pitch yet no one makes a move. No one seems to want to jump the gun just yet. The crowd roars on, waiting for the action to start. Lifer and Gunner begin hurling insults out to each of their four opponents, trying to lure them in. They simply stare daggers into them. Andreas Lasiewicz has had enough and makes a charging beeline straight for Lifer! Dick Morosi: Whoa! From out of nowhere! Seth Ericson: 3:00 from Lenton! Right off the bat! With that, Andreas is sent hurling out of the ring and the match descends into anarchy. Wulf charges Lifer as Sally stops Lenton following up on Lasiewicz by nailing him with a dropkick. This leaves Gunner able to exit the ring and prey on Lasiewicz like a vulture. Wulf manages to take Lifer down with a tackle and begins peppering him with lefts and rights. Sally capitalises on a stumbling Lenton with a running leg lariat that knocks the big man down. Gunner meanwhile is simply stomping away at Lasiewicz’s cranium in a most disturbing manner. Dick Morosi: This is madness! Seth Ericson: Did you expect anything less? Sally tries to keep her momentum going with a mixture of leg drops and knee drops on Lenton. Wulf begins to viciously headbutt the fallen Lifer as he is prone on the ground. Gunner, meanwhile, has gone searching for toys. He picks up a black steel chair and smashes it into Andreas’ back. The Krakow Native arches his back in pain as Magnus begins hurling insults at him. Dick Morosi: Magnus is getting a little payback here for Lasiewicz’s actions against him two weeks ago! Seth Ericson: This match got ‘hardcore’ very quickly. Sally springs off of the ropes and hurls herself at Lenton, but ‘The Big L’ catches her! In an awesome show of strength he lifts her up above his head in the Gorilla Press position. He pauses for a moment as flashbulbs go off around the arena… Then hurls her out of the ring right on top of Magnus Gunner! Christum Furor is down! Dick Morosi: What a show of strength by the inspirational ‘Big L’! Seth Ericson: He just used Sally Talfourd as a weapon, and saved her partner in the process. Lifer manages to block one of Wulf’s headbutts by heelishly poking him in the eyes. Erikssen rolls off, blinded by his actions. Lifer is quick on his feet and nails Wulf with the Dead Air! Lifer begins screaming at Wulf as he holds his head, a small trickle of blood coming from his temple due to the series of head butts he received. He suddenly stops this as he is tapped on the shoulder. Lifer is slightly confused by this, and as he turns he is greeted by the grinning face of Steve Lenton. Lifer looks up at the towering man and gives him a meek little wave before being picked up and slammed down hard with a fierce spinebuster… but he holds on… Another spinebuster… And another one! Dick Morosi: Lenton is just a powerhouse! Seth Ericson: And he had Lifer at ‘Hello’ Dick Morosi: … Oh God… Back on the outside, Gunner and Sally are shaking the cobwebs off and begin trading blows. Lasiewicz, however, has seemed to have vanished without a trace. The cameraman attempts to search him out, but cannot find him anywhere. Gunner takes advantage over Talfourd with his superior strength and whips her into a nearby table. She cracks her back into it, the table splintering slightly due to the impact. He follows it up with some stiff kicks to the midsection which make her yell out in pain. He scoops her up onto his shoulders and it looks like he is looking for a Death Valley Driver on the outside! He begins to flip her out and… Dick Morosi: What a reversal! Seth Ericson: A hurricanrana from Sally Talfourd! And he flips right through the table! Gunner is left a broken mess as he lays in the middle of the broken table. Back on the inside, Lenton is stalking Lifer, looking to nail another 3:00. But out from under the ring appears Andreas Lasiewicz… Holding a long, thick biker chain. He slides into the ring and nails Lenton from behind with a chained fist to the cranium! The Big L drops to one knee, and Lasiewicz follows it up with a vile Peacemaker that makes Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head. He then spots Lifer beginning to get up… And he starts swinging the chain around his head like a lasso. Dick Morosi: This doesn’t look good for Lifer… Seth Ericson: It’s like Sons of Anarchy meets Indiana Jones! Lasiewicz whips the chain at Lifer, and it coils around his neck like a python. Lifer is struggling to breathe, gripping the chain with both hands. Andreas lolls his head to one side then yanks on the chain pulling Lifer right towards him. Andreas Lasiewicz: GET OVER HERE! Lasiewicz then nails Zack Lifer with a vicious uppercut that turns him inside out, blood spewing from his mouth as he crash lands back on the mat. Seth Ericson: TOASTY! Dick Morosi: We need Harvey Birdman on the case. Warner Bros gonna sue somebody! Seth Ericson: Who needs Harvey when you have Wulf with a steel chair? The commentators are right as Lasiewicz is now down from that chair shot from Erikssen. He then drops the chair, sets Andreas up and nails the Bar Room Bomb onto the steel chair! The crowd winces from this, but Wulf doesn’t follow it up, instead going to the outside to retrieve a ladder. He slides it into the ring and sets it up right underneath the belts. He looks about himself, noticing everyone is down and slowly begins to make his way up the ladder. Dick Morosi: Wulf is the last man standing. Seth Ericson: This could be a quick one! Wulf seems to have gotten to the top of the ladder, but from the abyss, Talfourd springboards off of the top rope and agilely lands right on the ladder. With incredible speed she races to the top and begins punching Wulf repeatedly in the face. She then sunset flips Wulf in a powerbomb attempt, but Wulf hangs onto the ladder! Sally tries to force him down, but he just won’t let go. Wulf finally relents, but forces himself down on the Korean in a seated senton from the top that squashes the poor Talfourd. Wulf rolls around as he obviously took some damage from that as well. Dick Morosi: Wulf just crushed Sally Talfourd from off the top of the ladder! Seth Ericson: But he took himself out in the process! Gunner is finally up on the outside, and he then slides a ladder in to the recovering Lifer. Lifer picks up the ladder and puts his head through it. As Lasiewicz stirs, Lifer waits patiently. He then airplane spins around, clocking Andreas square in the face. Lenton stands up and he receives the same fate. Lifer then continuous begins to spin around the ring with the ladder, knocking down both Sally and Wulf as they get up. Gunner makes a play for the other ladder, but Zack is spinning so out of control that he knocks his own team mate over as well! Dick Morosi: He’s… erm… Not stopping! Seth Ericson: I don’t think he realises he is the only one still upright. The commentators are right, Lifer is still spinning. Everyone in the ring elects to stay down as he continuously spins round and around. Eventually he starts to get dizzy and simply falls backwards to the mat. Everyone is laid out, trying to get their breath back as the crowd roars in approval. Dick Morosi: The sold out crowd are loving this action so far! Seth Ericson: Who is going to be the first up? Lenton is the first up. He slides out of the ring, setting up a table as he does so. He leaves this one on the outside, however, before grabbing another one and throwing it over the top rope and into the ring. Wulf is up with him, and they set up the table together. Gunner attempts to stop them, but is knocked right back down to the mat with a double clothesline. They then pick up the lifeless Lifer. Sally is up as well, and stares at the two of them for the briefest of moments. In a bizarre showing of teamwork, Wulf and Talfourd pick up Lifer and hoist him onto Lenton’s shoulders… Dick Morosi: Triple Powerbomb right through the table! I never expected Sally to team up with Trouble in this match. Seth Ericson: And Lasiewicz is getting up now! Andreas is indeed up now, and has slid another table into the ring. He sets it up in the corner before retrieving a bottle of Polish Spirit from under the ring. He holds it up for the entire crowd to see as they go wild. He takes a swig, and then pours the rest on the upright table. He nods to Lenton as he does so. Dick Morosi: Now Lasiewicz is working alongside them? Seth Ericson: Are The Turks and Trouble working together to take out Gods and Monsters? Wait… isn’t Polish Spirit flammable? Producing a lighter from his tights, he sets the table aflame. Gunner is rising to his feet just as Lenton charges… Dick Morosi: BLITZ!!! BLITZ!!! BLITZ!!! Seth Ericson: Right through the flaming table! Jeeeeeessssssuuussss! Lenton shakes himself off before posing for the crowd, but as he turns… Dick Morosi: POLISH FIREBALL! Seth Ericson: He kept some of the spirit in his mouth and he just blew a fireball in Lenton’s face! I can smell that the Big L is cookin’! Lenton screams out in pain, but is then silenced by another type of fire, this time The Unforgettable Fire right down onto the canvas. Wulf seeks revenge, but is span around by Talfourd and cooled off by some Summer Rain. The crowd go wild as The Turks nod to each other and each begin climbing a ladder. Dick Morosi: The Turks have taken everyone out! This is academic. The Turks are getting ever so closer to the belts, but their ladders begin to shake. They look down to see a furious Zack Lifer. He begins smacking the ladders with a steel chair and it looks as if they are going to be toppled over. Sally is just about to take a high risk and leap upon Lifer when… Dick Morosi: Sally from the top… Seth Ericson: GUNNER WITH A CHAIR!! Gunner collapses back to the mat after nailing Sally mid-air! Lasiewicz takes his eye off the prize for a second as he sees his team mate fall, only to suffer the same fate from Lifer. Gunner crawls over, holding the chair in front of the crouched Lasiewicz’s face and Lifer charges in with the Forced Suicide, busting him wide open! Dick Morosi: Lasiewicz is a bloody mess! Seth Ericson: Those two are like Michelangelo and Leonardo with those steel chairs. Dick Morosi: Artists… I see what you mean. Seth Ericson: Not artists… Ninjas! Dick Morosi: I need a new broadcast partner. You’re an idiot! It’s now Gods and Monsters turn to ascend the ladder, but Lifer decides to stay down with the chair as Magnus climbs up very gingerly. Wulf begins to show signs of a recovery, so Lifer leaps over and blasts him with the chair to halt it. He then spots Lasiewicz wiggling up, so he clocks him for good measure. And again. And again. He looks like a man possessed! Dick Morosi: Lifer started to lose it. Seth Ericson: But what a sensible move staying down to give Gunner time to get the belts. As he continues to laugh at the downed Andreas, he doesn’t realise Sally is up. She lays in wait for Lifer to turn and as he does nails the Implant Buster with the chair! Lifer bounces right up and over the top rope. And Lenton is back up, and he’s fuming. He begins thundering his way up the ladder, just as Gunner is touching the gold. He begins pounding away at Gunner’s head, one shot after another rocking Christum Furor to the point in which he nearly falls off of the ladder… But he clings on. Sally begins to run up the other ladder, but is closely followed by Wulf Erikssen. The four are trading blows at the top, all of them within inches of victory. Dick Morosi: This is getting really dangerous! Seth Ericson: One slip and it could be all over… Lifer looks at all four of them, shrugs and then pushes before ladders apart… Dick Morosi: LOOK OUT! Seth Ericson: HERE THEY COME!! Sally and Wulf crash through the table on the outside, whilst Lenton and Gunner smash straight through the Spanish commentators’ booth. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! The chants from the crowd are deafening! Dick Morosi: Lifer just took everyone out, and he doesn’t seem to care! Seth Ericson: He even took his own team mate out! It’s a mess of broken tables and bodies at ringside. Dick Morosi: It’s only Lifer standing… Seth Ericson: Oh shit… Lasiewicz just sat up! Lasiewicz’s eyes are demented, and he glares at the staggering Lifer with murderous intent. The camera focuses on Lasiewicz’s face and he looks to be in a crazed blood rush, his head lolled to one side as he rocks back and forth against the ropes muttering something as he seems to foam from the mouth. As Lifer staggers towards him, Lasiewicz lets out a bloodcurdling roar and charges. Dick Morosi: LASIEWICZ JUST CHARGED ON ALL FOURS! Seth Ericson: HE’S A BEAST! Lasiewicz leaps up in the air crashes into Zack Lifer and he drops to the mat like he's been shot. Lasiewicz gets down on Zack's chest and just starts pounding him with vicious elbows and forearms to the bloody, unprotected head of Lifer. Dick Morosi: Lifer… Lifer is not moving! That was terrifying! Seth Ericson: I think I just pooped myself a little. Lasiewicz continues his assault until Lifer is no longer moving. He nails him with a Polish Hammer for good luck and then begins stalking his way around the ring like a caged animal. He puts one of the ladders upright again, right under the belts. He begins to climb up, everyone is down… Dick Morosi: Andreas Lasiewicz is going to do it! He’s all alone, and climbing to the heavens! Seth Ericson: Wait a minute! Look out! Steve Lenton out of nowhere charges in… Dick Morosi: 6:00 from Steve Lenton! The crowd are going wild. Lasiewicz was shoved right off of the ladder and into the turnbuckle! He’s gotta be out! Seth Ericson: And there goes Lenton! Listen to the crowd drive the man on… What? Dick Morosi: Gunner… Gunner! Gunner is back in the ring. With all his remaining strength he pulls Lenton off of the ladder and nails… Seth Ericson: The Pursuit of Happiness! I don’t believe it Dick Morosi: But here comes Superman! Seth Ericson: Erikssen with the Falcon Punch on Magnus Gunner! And now it’s only Wulf. Dick Morosi: He’s climbing the ladder. He’s almost there! Sally Talfourd suddenly springs into view, flying in from the top rope and onto the ladder! Seth Ericson: A piece of magic from The Last Magician! Dick Morosi: The last two standing, and it’s like their standing on top of Mount Everest. Seth Ericson: Both are reaching for it… They are so close. Just then, Sally stumbles in her reach… Dick Morosi: Sally stumbled! Wulf just clocked her one! He’s got the belts in his hands. Seth Ericson: If he can only unhook them… Wulf is suddenly pulled away from the ladder! Dick Morosi: What the…? Seth Ericson: Lasiewicz! Lasiewicz has a hold of him! The Morning Star powerbombs Wulf right on top of the prone Lenton before collapsing to the mat. Dick Morosi: And now it’s only Sally… Seth Ericson: This has to be it! Dick Morosi: But Gunner has his hands on the ladder! He’s desperately trying to shake it! Seth Ericson: TIMBER! Sally crashes down to the mat in a heap! She looks completely out of it… Dick Morosi: And now she is out… Seth Ericson: Wait a…. Wait a damn minute! Sally is sprawled out on the canvas… But in her arms are the EXODUS Pro Tag Team titles! Dick Morosi: It’s over! It’s over! Seth Ericson: Thank God for that… I need a cigarette! David Zinkus: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, AND STILL EXODUS PRO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...SALLY TALFOURD AND ANDREAS LASIEWICZ...THE TURKS! "Conquistador" by 30 Seconds to Mars plays, going back to their old theme, as the two seem to crawl over to one another to celebrate. The carnage is massive, but the crowd is on their feet chanting "THIS IS AWE-SOME!" at the six people who gave their bodies for their entertainment. Dick Morosi: This may have been the greatest match in EXODUS Pro history! While these guys get things together, let's head backstage! WINNERS and STILL Tag Team Champions: The TurksThe cameras shift to the backstage area where once again, Tom Matheny is looking off down the hallway, in search of something or someone to interview. His attention is focused down towards the other end of the hall that he almost fails to hear the sound of heels clicking on the concrete floor behind him. Whirling around, he spots the stunning blonde Katherine Grayson walking towards him. An intrigued sort of expression comes over Tom’s face as he walks over to her. Tom Matheny: Excuse me, Katherine. Mind if I have a couple of words with you? Katherine stops in her tracks and nods as Tom makes his way over. Katherine Grayson: Sure mate. I don’t mind at all. Tom Matheny: Obviously we saw you out here earlier in the show when you were in the corner of one Gabriel Gambino as he took on Jack Napier. What brings you over to EXODUS? Katherine Grayson: Up until recently, I was happily employed elsewhere. Then I was involved in a pretty bad car accident that saw me on the receiving end of a pretty raw deal. Unfortunately I can’t elaborate any further. Thankfully, Jonathan Collins was kind enough to meet with me and, well…here I am. Tom Matheny: So you coming out with one of the Godfathers of Wrestling is part of whatever deal you made with Jonathan? The Australian chuckles softly as she shakes her head slightly. Katherine Grayson: Not at all, Tom. Jonathan understood that I likely won’t be back in the ring until sometime next year, so he proposed this solution to me. The fact that Gabriel is a close mate of mine and was making his EXODUS debut just seemed to work itself out perfectly. Tom Matheny: So does this mean you are an official part of the EXODUS roster? Katherine Grayson: You would be correct, Tom. Tom Matheny: The fact that you came out in Gabe’s corner…..is there something going on between you two? Katherine pauses for a second as she looks at Tom with an amused look on her face. Katherine Grayson: Like I said before, Tom. He is a good mate of mine. Now if you will excuse me, I’m needed elsewhere. She says with a smile as she turns and walks off down the opposite end of the hall, leaving Tom standing there slightly confused.
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The live feed cuts backstage, where we see ashes flick off of a cigarette, leaving just a few smoldering cinders in front of a filter. The remnants of the cancerous object plummet to the ground and are stamped out into oblivion as the smoker of the aforementioned cigarette coughs repeatedly. The camera pans up, revealing the coughing to belong to CHRISTUM FUROR. G&M's leader has his side turned to the camera, with his burlap sack in his hand. Christum Furor: There's so many things I could say right now that could perfectly sum up what's about to happen later on tonight. You see lately, whether I've been running around with Zack Lifer causing mischief and wreaking havoc, or out and about on my own, further enhancing my intellect, further liberating you zombies, I've had one thought standing out in my mind. Right here. Gunner points at his temple before looking into the direction of the RIMAC arena, thinking for a moment. He begins walking for a moment, and the cameraman follows suit. Christum Furor: I SHOULD'VE been in the War Games. I shouldn't have let my issues with Ulysses stop me from taking care of a problem. While the LEGION needed to die, the Seikigun's victory has caused a ripple effect in this company... MY COMPANY... the company I breathed life into. And tonight, I'm going to make four people's lives a living hell if that's the only thing that stops me for making up for THAT mistake. I'm going to rectify that even if it's the last thing that I do. And I understand your aversion toward me. I have been vilified, ridiculed, alienated and hated. I've been the victim of a lot of chicanery and ill wills lately... and I've made it a point to get vengeance for that. And I've shed a lot of blood and ended a few careers in the process. The man known as "Christ Madness" stops mid-walk. Christum Furor: Despite all THE transgressions I've had to endure in this company for upholding the truth and being its ONLY hero, there's something that STILL bothers me. Something that I haven't been able to shake off quite yet. The EXODUS original lifts his right hand up to his neck, gingerly massaging it. He then shakes his head, beginning to reminisce. His muscles become tight and tense as the bad thought invades his psyche. Christum Furor: Lately I've been on edge... even MORE than usual, so much that I've got this ridiculous tightness in my goddamn neck. And I feel like I'm being strangled. Feel like someone has put a noose around it, and the feeling of that rope, the thought of it snapping my neck... that feeling is regret. I regret not taking care of the Turks back at Desperate Times. And honestly, I know it doesn't really matter... that THEY don't really matter in the grand scheme of things, but they're STILL a fucking nuisance. They're wearing titles that don't belong to them, that I GAVE them, and it's like everyone here has forgotten about it. Maybe you're all too scared to see the truth, to put things into your own hands. I'm not. All I know is, Lasie and Sal Tal, they're the only people since Fiona Rourke, the only people I've wanted to legitimately maim. They're liars and frauds. And I want to rip their masks off SO BADLY... so much that it hurts. I have so many vindictive thoughts about them. I want to break her bones. I want her to squeal like a fucking pig before I gut her ... and I want Lasie to watch, just so he can get angry, get enraged... go to that dark place that we both know he LOVES to go to. And I want him to show you all that there's another MONSTER in this company... that I'm NOT the bad guy. And I'm not. I'm the hero of this story. While EVERYONE else is afraid to stand up for justice... to stand up against these masqueraders... these tormenters. I AM NOT. And tonight, it's about time someone lay justice down. It's time EXODUS see the Turks for who they REALLY are. Magnus stops by a corridor, and reaches out of camera view. He retracts a steel chair, somewhat dented, and stained with dry blood. He speaks his final though as he backs down into the hall. Christum Furor: God sent the angel of death to destroy Jerusalem... but he backed out of it at the last minute. Tonight, CHRISTUM FUROR won't make that same mistake. If you don't remember anything from what I've said, you remember that... He places the burlap sack over his head, and places the chair over his shoulder before marching out of camera view, leaving us to cut back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Magnus Gunner...or this Christum Furor...he seems to be dead set on crippling The Turks tonight on iPay Per View. Seth Ericson: Well, that's going to be just great. When isn't Gunner out to kill someone? Dick Morosi: Even so, Andreas Lasiewicz is probably more focused on what's about to happen in this ring momentarily. Jack Napier goes up against the possibly former Godfather of Wrestling, "The Conqueror" Gabriel Gambino, and it's next! The arena goes dark as the crowd wait in anticipation. Then, through the silence, an air raid siren blares through the sound system, and the crowd comes to live as Cochise by Audioslave begins to play. The lights in the arena flicker blue and white, and on the stage entrance, Jack Napier appears smiling to the crowd, wearing a hoodie and wrestling tights. David Zinkus: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 223 pounds…The Wild Card…JACK NAPIER!! He walks down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, before scaling the turnbuckle and posing to the crowd, taking off his hoodie and throwing it out. [The house lights drop suddenly, leaving only a lone spotlight atop the entrance ramp. The big screen lights up to show a single warrior riding into battle. Just as the warrior gets to his enemies the picture fades, "THE CONQUEROR" in blood red replacing it. The opening beat to Linkin Park’s “Papercut” (instrumental version) begins to play over the PA system.] David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 227 pounds… Accompanied to the ring by Ms. Katherine Grayson… “The Conqueror”… GABRIEL GAMBIIIIIIINO! When the beat drops, the big screen begins to play clips of various Gambino matches. GABRIEL GAMBINO, in block letters, appears in between clips, alternating with “THE CONQUEROR”. By now, the crowd has jumped to its feet in anticipation of Gabe’s appearance. After what seems like an eternity, Gabriel steps out from behind the curtain and into the spotlight, arm in arm with the very beautiful Kat Grayson. He stands there motionless, staring out into the crowd, as red and white strobe lights begin to alternate around the arena. He is dressed in a white t-shirt, a black Spartan helmet with red feathers on top on the front, and "I Came, I Saw, I Conquered" in red writing on the back. A pair of black and red neoprene elbow sleeves adorn his elbows, and his wrists are both wrapped heavily with white tape. Black trunks with his Spartan helmet logo and "The Conqueror" in red on the back are accompanied by two black kneepads, and a pair of high black boots. His dark brown hair is slicked back, and his goatee his neatly trimmed. Gabriel begins a methodically slow walk towards the ring, turning around with his arms outstretched about halfway down the ramp as Grayson applauds him. He continues to walk backwards for a few more steps before turning around, continuing his march to the ring with a purpose. Gabriel marches up the steps and enters the ring. He moves to the far turnbuckle, climbing the second rope and carefully lifting his right foot to the top rope. He stands with his arms stretched to the sky. As the bell rings, the pair of them begin to circle one another. The crowd has been waiting in anticipation for this one. At that moment, there is a loud commotion from the back as Edward Nair begins to walk down to the ring applauding his star signing. Seth Ericson: Woo! Here comes the future owner of EXODUS Pro! Dick Morosi: I somewhat doubt that… But what is he doing here? Seth Ericson: He has a lot of investment in this match up, Dick. Gambino is his star signing, and this match is for bragging rights. You wouldn’t see Gray down here cheering on his man, would you? Dick Morosi: Well, I’m sur—Whoa, Gabe takes advantage with the distraction! Gambino catches Napier with a high knee, knocking him backwards and traps him in the corner. Gambino nails a couple more knees to Jack’s sternum before setting him up for a bulldog, but Napier fights back with some well-timed shots to the ribs. He manages to push Gabe off of him, and as he charges back, Napier hits a cool drop kick. Gambino goes right down to the canvas on his face. Napier sees the opportunity and immediately goes for the Ace in the Hole! He tries to lock it in, but he can’t get Gambino in it properly, so he simply begins to pound away on him instead. Napier hits the ropes and connects with a low drop kick to the face. ONE… TWO… Seth Ericson: … Dick Morosi: What are you doing? Seth Ericson: Wha? Oh, sorry I was just distracted by Kat Grayson at ringside. Dick Morosi: For everyone at home, that is Australia’s own, Katherine Grayson. She is most well-known for an extremely successful Television title reign over in GDW, and has been a known friend of both Gambino and the Godfathers of Wrestling for quite some time. Nowhere near enough though Gabe is indeed showing some signs of ring rust. Napier picks Gambino up by the head and whips him to the ropes. But Gambino reverses it! Napier to the corner, but he runs up the ropes and flips onto his feet. But Gambino was lying in wait and nails him with a hammer like move! Dick Morosi: That was familiar. Seth Ericson: That was almost a Polish Hammer there. Dick Morosi: I’d more liken it to the Harvard Hammer, GFC Champion Chandler Scott’s preferred finisher. Never known Gabriel use that before. Is he sending a message to the Godfathers? With Napier down, he locks in a seated chin lock. He has it held in for a few moments but Napier begins to fight back to his feet. He begins to continuously elbow ‘The Conqueror’ in the stomach, one after another, faster and faster. Once he is free he sprints to the ropes and levels Gambino with the Punch Line! He goes for the pin… ONE… TWO… THR-- Not enough though. Napier questions the count briefly, but the referee is adamant it was only a two. This gives Gambino a few precious moments to recover. And as Napier scoops him up, he fights back. Gambino begins peppering Jack Napier with open palm strikes, knocking him back into the ropes. He then whips him across the ring and nails a picture perfect Shining Wizard! Dick Morosi: That was the Parallax Shock! Seth Ericson: A leaf out of Jonathan Collins’ playbook. He’s really rubbing it in to the GoW now. And Nair is just loving this at ringside. He knows he has made a marque signing! Napier is back up, though he is trying to work his jaw. That looked like it took a bit out of him. But Gambino has been lying in wait. He hooks both arms, is he going for the Fongul? No! He lifts Napier up and over and slams him down hard with a Butterfly Suplex! Dick Morosi: A Lunatic High now? Seth Ericson: Lasiewicz is gonna be pissed… Actually, when isn’t he? Gambino takes the opportunity to ascend the top rope. He measures Napier up, who is still laid out on the mat. Gambino points down on him, then points to the heavens with both index fingers before delivering a vicious elbow drop from the top rope! He goes for the pin… ONE… TWO… THR— But a kickout from The Wildcard. Gabe doesn’t argue the count, instead signals for the end. As Napier is getting up he sets him up for the Fongul. This is it! No? Napier flips him back into a pinning combination. ONE… TWO… Kickout from Gabe! Gambino is back up, Double Arm DDT from Napier! Gambino bounces up in a daze. Hurricanrana from the Wildcard into the turnbuckle! Gambino smacked his head hard there… And into a Northern Lights suplex with a bridge… ONE… TWO… THR-- Dick Morosi: Napier is coming back now, but has the damage already been done? Seth Ericson: He is a THW legend, he is known for major comebacks lik—What am I saying, he’s a Gray guy! Come on Gabe! A close kick out there! Napier looks exhausted after that exchange; he came so close to getting the win right there! He catches his breath, as does Gabe. The two lock up again. Napier connects with a European uppercut that rocks Gambino back and looks for the Killing Joke… But Gabe blocks it! He moves quickly and boots Napier… FONGUL! FONGUL! Cover… ONE… TWO… THREE!! Dick Morosi: Dammit, Nair’s man wins the bragging rights! Seth Ericson: What did you expect? Genius move by Edward Nair signing Gabriel Gambino! He isn’t a Two Time GFC Champion for nothing! The post-match affairs are going on, and before Gambino can truly celebrate, the sounds of Slash’s version of “The Godfather Theme” starts to play, the crowd turning their heads as Jonathan Collins and Andreas Lasiewicz start to make their way to the ring. Gabe leans against the ropes, his typical smirk on his face as he holds the ropes, inviting his friends and fellow Godfathers in. Jonathan nods and allows Las to enter first, followed by him as the three men look at one another. Gabriel Gambino: Gentlemen, gentlemen… I see you’ve come down to congratulate yours truly on taking out the trash that is Jack Napier. But I know said congratulations will come with questions… Questions that I may not be able to answer at this very moment. So truth be told, you both can save it. Keep your congratulations. I don’t need it. I don’t need friends who are only there in good times. I don’t need friends who only care about you when you’re the longest reigning Pro Wrestling FRONTIER champion in history. I don’t need friends who only care about you when it suits them. And I damn sure don’t need the two of you questioning every move I make like two whiny bitches! Jonathan looks not so impressed with Gabe’s comments and asks for a mic before approaching Gambino. Jonathan Collins: Gabe...Gabriel. For me to question where friends have been in time of need is hypocritical. I mean...while Las and I fought the good fight against LEGION and now Foghorn Leghorn over in your corner, you were off beating up the special education child known as Kevin Hardaway. Listen, these things happen. However...if you’re not in EXODUS to be a team player and get behind your friends? Well, Las can tell you where you’re sleeping tonight. Jon hands the mic over to his GoW brother, Andreas, who gladly accepts it. He takes a very forceful step towards Gambino, who still has that same smirk upon his face. Andreas Lasiewicz: We’ve known each other a long time, Gabriel… A very long time. It was you and me that formed the Godfathers of Wrestling, and when we created this group… We said that friendship is everything. Friendship is more than talent. It is more than the government. It is almost the equal of family.. We made the GoW a family, Gabriel. And when you were ruling over Pro Wrestling Frontier as the GFC World Heavyweight Champion, the entire roster was out for your blood… And who was it that stood by you? Who was it that stood by you through thick and thin against all the odds? And we overcame those odds. Don’t tell me now, after all we have been through that you would turn your back on the family? You would turn your back on me… On Jon… On Chandler Scott… I never took you as a fool, Gabriel. By now, both Edward Nair and Katherine Grayson have joined the trio in the ring. Nair whispers something into Gambino’s ear, who cocks his head to the right slightly and smirks as he eyes Edward out of the corner of his eye. Gabriel Gambino: It seems my… Associate… Mr. Edward Nair would like me to take out some more trash. [He motions towards Collins and Lasiewicz.] I’m sorry, brothers. I hope you know this was strictly business… Nothing personal. Without warning, Gambino spins on his heels and kicks Edward Nair in the gut. He puts the hunched over Nairs’ head in between his legs, hooks both arms, and delivers a thunderous Fongul on his former ‘associate’! Gambino kneels over the downed Nair momentarily, that trademark smirk plastered across his face. Gabriel Gambino: Edward, Edward, Edward… You really didn’t think I would turn my back on my brothers did you? You really didn’t think I would turn my back on my own flesh and blood, did you? My sincerest apologies if our communication got lost in translation, but I do thank you for that most generous contract you signed me to! You see… I AM a Godfather. I will ALWAYS be a Godfather. WE will ALWAYS be Godfathers. Until the very last breath leaves this body, I will bleed for these two guys. They are my brothers. They are my family. WE are the Godfathers of Wrestling! Jonathan grins and takes the microphone from Gabe as he crouches down, patting Nair on the cheek. Jonathan Collins: And we are change. So long and thanks for all the fish, Eddie. “The Godfather Theme” starts up again, and the three men shake hands, Las and Collins standing on each side of Gambino and raising his hand in victory to help him celebrate. WINNER: Gabriel GambinoSeth Ericson: Holy crap, Dick...The Godfathers of Wrestling are finally in EXODUS! Dick Morosi: And tonight, Edward Nair sleeps with the fishes! Seth Ericson: Couldn't wait to use that one, could you? Dick Morosi: Not a second later. Let's head see wha--wait, why's David Zinkus stepping into the ring? With the EXODUS crowd preparing for yet another excellent contest at The Autumn Effect, it feels perhaps a bit odd that a significant lull seems to have occurred at the show. No EXODUS superstar is on his way to the ring, and even our intrepid commentary team seems to be filling airtime with a discussion of the evening's EXODUS Pro Championship Triple Threat Iron Man contest. For longtime fans, though, of EXODUS or wrestling as a whole, it's a clear sign that Something is about to happen. In this instance, Something comes in the form of a sudden, white flash that forces all in attendance to look away from the staging area. When the lightning returns to something resembling normal, there is a newcomer standing atop the stage. Dressed down in an EXODUS Pro t-shirt and blue jeans, he is identifiable primarily by the shoulder-length shock of platinum-white hair that spills down his shoulders. And for those who don't know? Well, David can fill you in. David Zinkus: Please welcome at this time, the newest member of the EXODUS Pro roster, Seymour Almasy! Dick Morosi: Wait a minute, we can't have a new roster member! There haven't been weeks of cryptic promos first! Seth Ericsson: Not even a mask, you're right! This crowd is astonished, Dick, and so am I – it's not often that someone the caliber of Almasy just walks onto our pay-per-view broadcast. He has multiple world titles to his name over a decade plus career, accolades all over the world – and he's just come off of a year and a half terrorizing practically anyone in his path under the guise of a face-painted lunatic known as Orphan. Dick Morosi: I'm sure you were hoping for Orphan, and not the Final Fantasy. Seth Ericsson: Yeah, well, I think EXODUS will take what it can get. I'm sure Nair and company are thrilled they don't have a sociopath on their roster – at least, not ANOTHER sociopath. We're cornering the market on those, you know! As the commentary team ponders just what this arrival means for EXODUS Pro and all who call it home, Almasy himself seems simply happy to be walking the aisle towards a ring again. Giving a pleased smile to the crowd, some of which recognizes him and gives him a respectful ovation, the Final Fantasy slaps hands with a few younger fans on his way down to the squared circle, before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. A moment later, he kips up to his feet, and extends a hand to David Zinkus. The ring announcer hands over the mic a few moments later, and takes his leave, leaving Seymour standing alone in the middle of the EXODUS Pro ring for the very first time. Seymour Almasy: Good evening, RIMAC! I won't take up too much of your time, I promise, but I'm here tonight on business. On E-PRO on FX #7, I will be making my in-ring debut as an official member of this roster, but before we get to that, I asked management for some time tonight to address a few topics, and they were kind enough to give that to me. First thing's first: hi! My name is Seymour Almasy. I'm known as a lot of things, the Final Fantasy for one, Orphan by others, regrettably, but for the sake of my tenure here, let's just call me EXODUS Pro's Judge Magister. There's a smile on his face, the easy sort of grin that comes with being in the spotlight in front of thousands of people and having missed it. Being able to command attention is an addictive feeling, and few get higher on that particular drug than Almasy. Seymour Almasy: My name has come up here and there in EXODUS lore because one of my students is Ryuji Kamigawa, a man who disappeared from this company and indeed the shores of America a month or two back. My first order of business here is to tell you why. Kamigawa-san, I apologize, but these people deserve to know what happened to you. The name of the Monster in White earns more than a smattering of boos, though some wonder just what the Hell might be going in EXODUS if the massive Kamigawa was standing alongside Gunner, Kira, and Zack Lifer in the reforged Gods & Monsters. Seymour Almasy: Kamigawa-san owns a hostess club in Osaka. It was, unfortunately, burned to the ground the evening before he was set to take on Blake Jones. Ryuji is back home in Osaka dealing with having his club in ashes and, even more regrettably, several of his employees deceased. I will be honest – I do not know if EXODUS Pro will ever hear from him again. A few moments of silence follow the proclamation, as the crowd appears uncertain of how to react – whether booing a man who had his life's work reduced to ashes and rubble was appropriate even if he had turned out to be something of an ass in the end. Seymour Almasy: Which makes it all the more important that I am here. Seymour's words come with conviction, as he shakes his head sadly. Seymour Almasy: Ryuji Kamigawa wanted to change EXODUS Pro. I know this for a fact because he spoke to me about it often. He truly did want to stop the demigogues on all sides from taking this company over. In his desperation, he turned to a man with whom he thought he had a kinship. In doing so, he created Gods & Monsters. Again, I must apologize to my comrade, as I am here to carry out his true wish, not the wishes he cultivated with Magnus Gunner in moments of despair. I WILL protect EXODUS Pro. I will fight those who wish to do it harm, in the stead of my most prized student. And that battle can only begin one place – at the doorstep of the threat that Ryuji Kamigawa helped create. Dick Morosi: Seymour's just...he declared war on Gods & Monsters, didn't he? Seth Ericsson: No one's ever said Seymour Almasy was bright. Foolhardy, sure. Brave? Yeah, but bright? Never. This is sort of what he does. Seymour Almasy: I am not here only for Gods & Monsters, though. My targets are many: be they preachers who use the word of God to mask their own evil actions, former World Champions cloaked in the veil of arrogance and superiority, or even those who champion the causes of justice while acting in manners not befitting such status, I have come to...judge EXODUS Pro Wrestling. The just will be spared. The wicked shall be smote. I will avenge Ryuji Kamigawa and my own past misdeeds on this battleground. His face contorts, the images of Orphan's numerous crimes floating easily to the forefront of his mind's eye. Though he banishes them for the moment with a shake of the head, they remain at the corners of his vision as motivation for putting on the white hat one more time. Seymour Almasy: This place drove my most prized student to the brink of madness and despair. I am here to find out why, and to make it a place that he can one day return to. I will carry out his vision – or so help me my career will end trying. And in the process, I'm going to show EXODUS Pro why I've been at the top of this sport for a decade plus. Carefully, Seymour bends down, placing the microphone dead center on the EXODUS logo. With nothing further to say, the self-appointed “Judge Magister” takes his leave, rolling out of the ring and making his way up the aisle. The reaction remains largely positive, though there are a few who seem rather displeased with some of Almasy's more pointed comments. Dick Morosi: I will say it's sort of refreshing to have someone come in here with the intention of helping EXODUS, and not trying to take it over or tear it down. Far as I'm concerned, Almasy's a welcome addition, and I'm looking forward to seeing him debut on E-PRO on FX #7. Seth Ericsson: Yeah, but listen to his rhetoric – “those who champion the causes of justice while acting in manners not befitting such status.” I think he's here for more than just Magnus Gunner and Jerry Matthews, Dick. There's a little Kamigawa in this one – and more worryingly for us, maybe a little Orphan still, too. Time will tell, though. By now, Almasy has reached the top of the entryway, taking a final look out at the RIMAC Arena before disappearing behind the curtain. A wry sort of smile rests on his face, practiced eyes easily picking out the dubious fans from those cheering his arrival. He knows, perhaps more than most others in the sport of kings, the cost of being a hero. After nearly two years, it seems, he's finally ready to pay the toll one more time. The cameras cut backstage, and we find one of the challengers to the International Championship, Johnny Cannon standing in front of the camera. Quinn Goodrich stands beside him as he holds a bottle of Belvedere. Johnny Cannon: Don't worry, I'm not going to drink before the big match. This is just, you know for afterward, win or lose. The man now calling himself "Mr. EXODUS", nods in approval of him own statement. Johnny Cannon: Tonight, I'm pitting against an old friend, and old foe, well foe turned friend turned for, or friend turned foe turned friend, hell I confuse myself. The point is, Johnny Cannon is going TOE to TOE with Abby Park and that bloody cunt, Jimmy Riley for the International Championship that I never lost. But I'm not here to lament about that, no I'm not about to cry over spoiling milk. What I'm here to do right now, is prove something. The Englishman leans down to show the camera a brace over his injured knee. He unstraps said brace, and throws it on the ground, revealing a considerable amount of swelling. Johnny Cannon: I'm the man without fear, and yeah, this is probably the dumbest idea I've ever had, but hell, my own doctor told me not to compete tonight. But I'm going to. I'm not hiding ANYTHING, sprained MCL or not. When I step out into that ring, limping, whatever, I want there to be no doubt in ANYONE's mind, that Johnny Cannon is going to leave it all out in that ring! I love this bloody business. I love this company. I've been here since day one, and I'll always be here. This is my home. And that's my ring, and that's MY title. Tonight, I'm putting my health on the line. I'm putting my career in jeopardy to compete for the three things I love. He nods again, beginning to get fired up as Goodrich rubs his shoulder. Johnny Cannon: I'm laying it all out for this company, for that title, and MY people. And with that, the former International Champion made his point.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 18, 2013 12:28:04 GMT -6
After the Jimmy Riley debacle, Tom Matheny is shown pacing back and forth as if he is anticipating the arrival of someone. Looking to his left, his ears figuratively perk up when he spots the dangerously stunning Savannah Taylor walking towards the section of the back where the locker rooms are located. She is still dressed in her ring attire as Tom walks towards her. Tom Matheny: Savannah, a word please? Savannah Taylor: Fine, but make it quick. Tom Matheny: I’m sure everyone who is watching this tonight is curious about something. Savannah Taylor: I’m sure they are, but go on. Tom Matheny: During the gauntlet match, we saw what can only be described as a bizarre incident between you and Kylar Stark. Mind telling us what that is all about? Savannah can’t help but smirk as she tosses her hair over her shoulders. Savannah Taylor: Of course, Tom. You see, what happened between the two of us can only be described as….. Savannah continues to talk, but suddenly she's approached by a much taller, larger individual. The person is clearly...Kylar Stark. Kylar Stark: Go on. Describe it. Savannah turns her gaze to Kylar, her arms folded across her chest as she continues to speak. Savannah Taylor: As a matter of fact, I think I might. After she speaks, Stark reaches up, pinching her cheeks together as he looks at her, shaking his head. He seems to be looking at her with the same disdain as he does almost every single opponent he has, probably more so considering his earlier elimination from the gauntlet. Kylar Stark: How about you hush those lips up and go grab my bag? I got nothing left to do here. The fact that he was forward enough to grab her cheeks in a move to shush her would be enough to irritate most women. But for Savannah, the action caused her to grin as she took a slight step back. Savannah Taylor: How about you go grab mine and we’ll call it even? Kylar Stark: Where we're going, you won't need a change. Scoots. Stark lets her walk off, reaching a hand to swat and smack her ass as she does so. As she walks off, Savannah’s grin grows a little wider as she calls out over her shoulder. Savannah Taylor: Who says you need a change as well? She says with a wink as she casually heads off towards the location where his locker room was and we cut back to Dick and Seth. Seth Ericson: I'm way too nice. How on earth does he get a woman like that? Dick Morosi: I'm not even sure that's remotely close to normal. Seth Ericson: YA THINK?! Dick Morosi: Speaking of not normal, this next match features the San Diego Bay champion... Seth Ericson: YA THINK?! Dick Morosi: Kira T. Zeppeli defends against Blake Jones...next! The arena starts to get energized at new music full of guitar and drums, all before... WATCH ME LIGHT UP THE SKY! "Light Up the Sky" by Thousand Foot Krutch starts to play and the crowd erupts as suddenly at the top of the darkened stage in a light up jacket, the Blue Lantern logo lit across the back, all as he stands with his back to the crowd. Hands held high sweat dripping off me Light it softly, got these fakers trying to stop me This ain't a hobby it's a way of life Just like Holyfield and Tyson, gloves on fight night Boom here comes the hurricane monsoon Switched up, came to redecorate the room My ears are ringing from hearing the same sound So what now all of the walls just came down I blaze a trail like the rays from taillights Sound shaking the ground like earthquakes hail might Someday I'll die but not tonight Excuse me while I light up the sky! The lights remain dim as Blake starts to walk down, slapping hands with the fans as he keeps the huge grin on his face, proving that he still adores the EXODUS faithful. Tonight, his jacket signifies his status as a Young Gun and the hero of War Games, sliding into the ring as the crowd erupts! David Zinkus: INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER! From Philadelphia, PA...HE IS THE PHILLY YOUNG GUN, BLAAAAAKE JONES! Jones continues to nod his head as the lights start to come up, removing his jacket, pointing his fingers upward in a pistol motion, pyro erupting from the roof to allow him to "light up the sky!" Dick Morosi: What an entrance by Blake Jones! Seth Ericson: That's some flash for Blake, but does he have the substance to beat Kira T. Zeppeli? 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, weighing in at 208 pounds...he is the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion...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. Dick Morosi: The champion looks incredibly intense tonight. Seth Ericson: Well, I mean, the dude's gonna eat Blake's despair and then his girlfriend's! The two rivals circle around briefly, before Jones quickly lashes his arms out and shoves the mysterious champion. Kira stumbles back, slightly irritated, yet slightly amused by his challenger’s aggression. Jones steps forward only for Zeppeli to lift his right leg and stick his foot out, quickly sinking it into the Philly Young Gun’s solar plexus and stopping his momentum. With Blake doubled over, G&M’s monster steps forward, then encircles his arm around the Philadelphia's head. With the textbook headlock applied, Kira begins applying more pressure on his neck (and possibly his head) - Jones quick thinking, begins to turn inside so that he faces the champion’s torso. Zeppeli simply puts the hold on tighter, and his strategy appears to be to wear down and frustrate his agile adversary. Before he can crank the headlock much tighter, Jones puts his right arm on the back of Kira’s thigh. To complete the counter, BJ then reaches his left arm up to blindly look for his foe’s face, quickly finding it before turning both arms in a fashion to impressively sweep his nemesis backward. Zeppeli hits the mat for the first time in the contest as Jones slides his head to safety. Aftward, Jones grabs Jira’s right leg, mid-calf, but whatever he had planned fail to come to fruition. The champion turns to his right and immediately swings his leg up, sending his boot clashing into Blake’s temple, jarring his adversaries brain and liberating himself in the process. Jones experiences a sensation of dizziness, as everything in his vision turns into a swirling double for a tentative moment before he collapses to the canvas. Climbing back to his feet, Kira runs to the ropes the bounces off of them. On his return trip, Kira changes his trajectory so that he travels toward Blake’s upper body. Upon completing his run, Zeppeli jumps and and allows gravity to run it’s course, attempting to simply drop his weight down on his foe. However, Jones moves in the nick of time, rolling out of the way in the direction of where the champion’s legs land. Jones pushes himself up off his chest, before rolling toward him and sliding his arm in between the San Diego Bay Champ’s legs. The Philly Young Gun wraps that arm around Kira’s leg and gets to one knee, forcing his opponent somewhat upside down in something similar to a School Boy Pin. The referee quickly drops down and counts. “ONE”Zeppeli quickly kicks out of the quick pin, separating both men upon his escape of the pinfall. Both superstars quickly scramble to their feet with Blake beating Kira to the punch. It pays dividends as it gives Jones the window he needs to take control of the match. And he does just that, quickly leaping into the air before burying his boots into the champion’s sternum, sending him to the canvas. Out of desperation, Kira rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron, looking to regain his composure and create distance from his foe. Blake denies him the peace of mind, and the breather he was looking for, and quickly ascends the top turnbuckle as Kira climbs to a vertical base. In the blink of an eye, the nimble challener leaps from the, gliding gracefully through the air as he thrusts his leg outward, blasting the champion in the cranium. Zeppeli unceremoniously leaves the apron as the kick sends him to the below - the crowd erupting into a paroxysm of cheers as they quickly rally behind the young challenger. Dick Morosi: Blake Jones is bringing his "A" Game tonight Seth. Everything he’s been through, everything he’s worked for, it’s lead him to this. Can he beat Kira one on one and unseat the San Diego Bay Champion? Seth Ericson: I don’t know. Kira is right. Blake has had a roller coaster like career in EXODUS. Lots of ups and downs. Will he STAY up for once, well Jones has to answer that question himself. Watching as Kira struggles to get up for a moment, Jones realizes what his next move is. Rushing to the far ropes, he cannons off of them, ready to sacrifice his body and soul like a kamikaze pilot. When is almost at the ropes, he leaps like a salmon, clearing the set of ropes before him. As Jones flies toward him, the fans look on in shock as the champion wraps an arm around Blake’s head and falls down, countering the Suicide Dive with a DDT as both men lie on the ground. Jones slowly crawls the ringside area before climbing up to lean on the guardrail, now on the hard camera-side of the arena. Kira, now back to his feet, begins to pursue his opponent. He wraps his hands around BJ’s skull and pulls it backward -only to send it forward and maliciously bounce it off the top of the railing, Jones turning his back to the guardrail and leaning it against it in a dazed stupor. Kira, smiling confidently, slaps Blake repeatedly across the face, until Jones has enough and headbutts him, sending Zeppeli in retreat as he walks toward the ramp. BJ in hot pursuit, goes right after him, extending both his arms out, obviously not looking to embrace his foe. Kira, sly and cunning, had no intentions of the fleeing the scene. The champion quickly lifts his hands up, before ruthlessly grinding his fingers into Blake’s face. After spitefully scraping the eyes of his challenger, he follows up with a knee, driving it into the sternum of his opponent, depriving him of air and possibly collapsing his lungs. Blake turns away in pain, panting and coughing fiercely, like an asthmatic, and tries to step forward, only to have Kira charge right at him. With one hand, the champion grips the rim of BJ’s tights, dragging him along for the ride before gritting his teeth and tossing him forward with tremendous force. The Philly Young Gun, rather unbalanced, teeters on his toes for a moment, before flying forward, crashing head first into the steel stairs. The crowd gasps as Blake’s head both awkwardly jerks as it meets the unforgiving steel and causes a “THUD” to echo throughout the RIMAC. Seth Ericson: Damn. Dick Morosi: My sentiment exactly. Blake Jones is in a bad way right now, and Kira has dramatically turned this match on it’s head. And look at him, he’s enjoying this, enjoying watching him writhe in pain. Radiating with confidence, Kira commences a pretentious saunter toward his downed foe, nauseating the audience as he salivates at the mouth at the prospect of retaining his championship. Grappling Jones by the head, he jerks the Cruiserweight to his feet before dragging the challenger toward the ring. Zeppeli immediately clubs his weakened foe overhead - the champion looking to further soften up his antagonist, and his strategy begins to become clear; attack the head. Gritting his teeth, Kira tosses Jones back inside the squared hell before sliding in himself. Zeppeli gets up with a Schadenfreude-grin on his facial features as he stands over his prey, raising his arms triumphantly as the fans jeer yet only provide more stimulation to his ego. Kira methodical with his approach, wrestling the match at his pace, drops a knee right on the face of Jones before calmly, and slowly getting up. The challenger rolls away in obvious pain only be pursued, as Kira hops onto his face with both feet and slides off. The dirt, abrasive move burns the Philadelphian’s visage, as Jones rolls onto his stomach and gets on all fours, Kira then walking behind and pulling him up by his tights. He hooks his arms behind those of Jones, trapping him before commencing to deliver a series of headbutts to Blake’s head and neck. Jones is weakened and enervated by each blow, as they occur as quickly as his big heart beats, his attacker delivering about ten wicked shots. Jones stands on spaghetti legs before Kira steps back, then forward, extending his arm and driving it into the back of his foe’s neck, dropping him with a STIFF Clothesline. Jones slowly leans up in a daze as Kira watches him reach out to grab the ropes - BJ leaning on them desperately trying to recover. The vicious champion pounces on his battered and bruised adversary, pushing his throat against the bottom rope with his left hand while his right hand quickly pounds away on the back of Blake’s skull. Dan Arnouil, the acting referee for the match, shouts "Get him off the rope," which Kira refuses, prompting the zebra-clad official to start his count. “ONE”
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“FOUR”Kira finally relinquishes his foe, and steps back as Blake retracts from the ropes. Jones sits up in a daze as the champion approaches him, then squats down with a headlock in mind. The challenger’s instincts kick in, as he throws his upper body body and his left leg up, kicking his antagonist in the face. Zeppeli stumbles back as Jones rolls away and regains a vertical base, albeit on shaky legs. Frustrated, Kira rushes at Jones, only for BJ to throw a low southpaw forward, his fist finding a home in Kira’s solarplexus, and bending him over slightly. Jones takes a deep breath and focuses, using the last bit of energy he has to push his foe's head down, before wrapping his left around it and turning to his right and leaping. The Philly Young Guy forces Kira to swing around and then fall backwards as his neck lands on Blake’s shoulder. Kira bounces off of the epicenter of impact and falls to the mat in a sweaty heap. Meanwhile, Jones sits up for a second before his upper body falls back down, the heroic challenger weary but glad he was able to bring Kira’s surge of offense to a halt and by himself a little time to get back into the contest. Dick Morosi: What a Neckbeaker from Blake Jones. We’ve reached a pivotal point in this contest, and it’s certainly anybodies match now. Seth Ericson: Yeah, but Jones has endured tremendous punishment. I don’t know how much the kid has left in the tank, but we’re bout to find out. Despite receiving the Neckbreaker, Kira is the first to stir and get to his feet. He grabs Blake by the waist and pulls him to his feet, then wraps an arm around his opponent’s abdomen. Kira plants his feet, but before he can lean back to attempt a German Suplex, Jones grabs his left arm and spins out of the rear waistlock. BJ then puts the arm over his shoulder and thrusts his rear end back into Kira’s side, using his leverage to pull him over. Zeppeli somersaults to the canvas with a thud from the hip toss. The champion staggers to his feet and stumbles into the corner, where Jones meets and greets him with a STIFF kick to the chest. Kira’s body shrivels violently from the collision of foot and sternum, however Jones isn’t finished. He kicks him a second time, and then a third, each kick holding more malicious than the other, effective in igniting the crowd and stripping the air from Zeppeli’s lungs as he lurches out of the corner like a drunk. With a sense of urgency, Jones makes a beeline for the ropes, then bounces off to comeback with a Single Leg Dropkick. His boot lands square in Kira’s jaw, taking the San Diego Bay Champion off his feet and dropping him emphatically. From there, Jones immediately goes for the cover. “ONE”
“TWO”Despite the damage just sustained by his face, Kira rolls a shoulder over to break up the count. With new life, Blake rolls backward and gets to his feet. His fellow competitor does the same, staggering toward Jones before surging forward with a right hand. Blake slaps the punch to the side before swinging his right elbow into Kira’s face, then grabbing his arm and pulling him in. Jones commences to unload on Zeppeli’s face with a series of ravaging, malicious forearms, slamming them into the champion’s face like there’s no tomorrow. Kira’s head rattles as he’s trapped and pummeled, each strike from BJ’s arm on his cranium causing more pain than the one that preceded it. In the midst of the onslaught, Zeppeli finally lets his instincts take over as he kicks Jones in the knee repeatedly. The Philly Young Gun cringes in pain as he releases Kira to tend to his weakened limb, allowing Zeppeli to rake his eyes. The underhanded tactic shifts the match back into the champion’s favor, and also doubles the challenger over as he tends to his scarred pupils. Without a moment more to waste, the man who feasts on misery charges forward, raising and plunging his knee into the side of his opponent’s head. Seth Ericson: APPETIZER! GOOD GOD. This one is over! He’s taken an incredible amount of shots to the head, and that last one has done Jones in! As his brainpain tries to assimilate the damage just sustained, Jones tips over like a severed tree, landing face first on the mat. With his opponent motionless, Kira drags his foe away from the ropes and collapses onto him once he’s far enough from the edge of the squared circle - Arnouil dropping down to acknowledge the pinfall. “ONE”
“TWO”Jones throws up a shoulder up much to the delight of the crowd and the dismay of the champion who is agitated. Kira sits up on his knees, taking a deep breath as he violently shakes his head. Upon exhalation, he grabs Jones by the then begins slapping Jones repeatedly in the face with his free hand, screaming at him to “Stay Down.” Irate, incensed, and ready to finish his meal, Kira drags Jones to a vertical base, before maneuvering behind him to apply an Inverted Facelock. Before he can deliver his patent finisher, Jones escapes, and spins around to level him with a SICKENING forearm to the temple which drops the champion to a knee. A cheer begins in the crowd as Blake leans into the ropes and bounces off of them, beginning a full-speed charge before he dives forward to connect with a Shining Wizard. With Kira sprawling in the middle of the ring, the challenger makes his way to the corner and quickly ascends the top turnbuckle. He stands at the very top of the mountain as everyone in the arena comes to a stand, cheering him on. After a deep breath, the Philly Young Gun leaps off the top rope, gracefully rotating backward before plummeting down on his fallen foe in a splash. The RIMAC explodes upon collision of body and body, as Jones immediately hooks Kira’s legs for the cover. Dick Morosi: THE EQUALIZER! AND THE COVER! “ONE”Seth Ericson: I can’t believe it! “TWO”
“THREE!” "Light Up the Sky" by Thousand Foot Krutch continues, and the crowd has ERUPTED as soon as Arnouil hands Blake the San Diego Bay Title! Dick Morosi: HE HAS RISEN TO THE OCCASION LIKE NONE OTHER! When the lights are on, Blake Jones delivers, and he has added the San Diego Bay Title to his trophy case, along with a possible trip to the Honor Cup in two weeks! Seth Ericson: Kira was great, but Blake was even better tonight, and this kid has finally met the potential! Jonathan Collins called him a future star, and tonight...HE HAS BECOME ONE! Dick Morosi: While Blake recovers, let's head backstage! WINNER AND NEW SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPION: BLAKE JONESWe cut backstage and we seem to be in the office of Jonathan Collins. Sitting at his desk is a stern looking Madison Collins as he seems to be standing, looking toward the camera, strategically positioned behind two women. Two women named Sally Talfourd and Fiona Rourke. Jonathan Collins: Do you know what I’m thinking right now? I’m thinking that you’re both insane. The two of you have acted so unprofessionally on Twitter over the past couple of weeks, I am almost ashamed to know the both of you right now! Sally, you’re a goddamn Tag Team Champion. Fiona, you’re the former World Champion! Jonathan looks at them as the camera cuts to behind him as he looks down at them both, towering over them at 6’3. Jonathan Collins: I don’t want to hear another word of this. I don’t want to have to see you two bickering at one another like you’re my daughter’s age. Madison Collins: YEAH! Jonathan turns his head to his daughter, who looks almost red faced at being caught. Jonathan Collins: Be professional, or I swear you two will not only not see Honor Cup qualifiers, but you’ll be working dark matches until Madison gets her license. Now shake hands and act like goddamn adults. Jonathan nods as he looks at both of them, waiting for one of them to make the first move. That would be Sally, who immediately stands out of her seat, all with a look of real concern thrown towards Jon. Sally Talfourd: I never waned there to be trouble, Jon, honestly. You think I want to hear about all this, instead of what's going on in the ring? All I ever wanted was respect from everyone in EXODUS - both of you, especially. If you interpreted that as anything more, Fiona, then I'm sorry ... sorry that you're wrong. Sally carefully puts her hand out to Fiona, who doesn't look much too pleased about being told she's wrong. Sally Talfourd: I'm happy to put all this behind us, Fiona, and just move on from this silly thing. Jon is a grown man, and he can take care of himself. You don't need to worry about me. Fiona’s eyes narrow into slits at Sally’s “apology” but even more at the comment made that she was wrong. She was never wrong and in her gut, she knew Sally was simply putting on an act to please Jonathan. Without thinking, Fiona takes a step closer towards the other woman until they are almost nose to nose, her eyes raging with fire and her hands clenched into fists. All she wanted to do was put her fist into this conniving little wench’s face. Fiona Rourke: Don’t think for a second that this act is gonna fly by me. I can see right through -- She took another step closer without realizing it, until the tiny voice from behind Jonathan’s desk piped up, causing Fiona to freeze in her tracks. Madison Collins: MOM, NO! Jonathan Collins: Fiona...can we all move on? I’ve got a show to run and you two have bigger things than this little...tiff. Jonathan looks at both of them, clearly even more agitated that this is escalating how it is. Jonathan Collins: Both of you. Shake hands. Now.Fiona is staring with wide eyes at Madison still, barely hearing Jonathan until the sternness of his tone makes her turn. She stares up at him, eyes pleading with him, but the look he gives her remains. She huffs, looking back at Sally with hard eyes again. Fiona Rourke: Fine. Sorry. She reaches out, shaking Sally’s hand roughly before she turns and walks out of his office, the door slamming shut behind her. Madison Collins looks at her dad and shakes her head as they now watch Sally leave as well. Madison Collins: ...not the best move, Dad. Jonathan Collins: You’re grounded. Madison drops her jaw and huffs as he looks back at his daughter and sighs wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Jonathan Collins: You’re getting mouthy, kiddo. Madison Collins: I learned from you and Mom. Madison grins as the EXODUS Pro Director shakes his head and chuckles before we cut elsewhere.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 18, 2013 11:47:24 GMT -6
A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is shined on by red and white lights, the house lights dimming and filling the rest of the arena with darkness. The crimson hues float over the entryway and ramp, absorbed by the somewhat blank canvas of the squared circle. Suddenly the tranquil and quiet ambiance in the arena is poisoned by the sound of "Pulse of the Maggots" by Slipknot which rumbles onto the P.A. system. The aforementioned arena is quickly filled with boos and a few harsh audible obscenities as the curtains begin to sway ever so slightly. As most eyes feast themselves upon the said commotion at the entryway, the appearance of Zack Lifer from up in the cheap seats - wearing his famous Gods and Monsters T-shirt he wore when he took down Ulysses at No Church In The Wild just two months earlier underneath a signature black opened sweatshirt of his, his hands in the pockets in front of him as he took each step quickly down the stairs. A sudden increase in the crowd's negative uproar signaled the emergence of CHRISTUM FUROR and the other half of their negative attention was on the shoulders of the misunderstood genius Zack Lifer as he made his way through his normal routine. “THIS IS THE YEAR WHERE HOPES FAILS YOU AND THE TEST SUBJECTS RUN THE EXPERIMENTS AND THE BASTARD YOU KNOW, IS THE HERO YOU HATE..." The velvet curtains are ruffled from their suspension with the brushing of white hockey-tape covered hands. Magnus is revealed to the bitter masses of humanity with a pair of black knee pads and boots, along with a pair of denim shorts and a Screaming Trees T-shirt, half soaked with water that drips from his jet black hair which hangs over his shoulders. Gunner stands still and tall at the apex of the ramp while Lifer nears the barricade. Gunner runs his fingers through his hair while his head hangs askew whilst he poses in the crucifix. Finally, Christum Furor begins to march down the aisle, removing his shirt and carelessly tossing it to the floor in the process as he proceeds to walk with a slow, methodical, fatigued-appearing amble, with his shoulders relaxed and arms dangling loosely, his weight shifting from foot to foot to cause him to somewhat sway - idiosyncrasies that go unmatched yet unnoticed to the untrained eye. "...BUT COHESION IS POSSIBLE IF WE STRIVE THERE'S NO REASON, THERE'S NO LESSON NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT, TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE, WHAT HAVE YOU GO TO LOSE EXCEPT YOUR SOUL...."
"WHO'S WITH US!" Lifer hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could only be considered impressive, a hint of arrogance in his actions that he would surely deny if questioned. He crosses paths with his partner who gives Zack a genuine smile underneath his thick hair, causing Zack to become more confident, more relaxed. Gunner knees up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle as Lifer slides underneath the ropes in a swift fashion, using the ropes to get to his feet as quick as he could. Gunner’s head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch atop the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral, twisted, demented thoughts and plans he intends to carry out to torment his adversaries later on in the night. Zack seems to ignore this entirely, crossing his arms impatiently as he waits for his friend to hop down, mouthing something about Gunner being ‘way too slow,’ noting something almost silently against the jeers that it wouldn’t have taken him this long to think, pointing to his skull with his pointer finger with a childish smile across his face.. "I FIGHT FOR THE UNCONVENTIONAL MY RIGHT, AND IT'S UNCONDITIONAL I CAN ONLY, BE AS REAL AS I CAN BECAUSE ADVANTAGES, I NEVER KNEW THE PLAN THIS ISN'T THE WAY JUST TO BE A MARTYR I CAN'T, WALK ALONE ANY LONGER I FIGHT, FOR THE ONES THAT CAN'T FIGHT AND IF I LOSE, AT LEAST I TRIED" Magnus climbs down from the corner and drops down into the ring, his feet landing on the canvas with a slight thud as Zack nods his head. He slowly backs into the corner and crouches slightly, his cold-blooded eyes unblinking as he raises his left fist to the air as high as he could, expecting the crowd to finally realize his heroic nature but only shot down with more boos in his direction. Zack got to his own separate corner, far from Gunner, and raised his arm in triumph, pointing to a few fans with Lifer signs with a smile before hopping back into the ring silently as their song fades away mid-lyric before they each got microphones to raise to their lips. Zack Lifer: To everyone in the audience who fell asleep during Gunner’s never ending entrance, I apologize. He has a thing for theatrics. Zack smirks Gunner’s way, showing him he was only kidding. Zack Lifer: I mean, seriously? You dumped water on your head? Why? It’s cool in this arena, dude. You trying to catch a cold? He gestured at his black sweatshirt, playing with the bottom hem with a sly smile. Zack Lifer: Whatever. Can we get to the good part now and keep this crowd awake, Gunner? Please? The Autumn Effect is sure to be a blast and I don’t think these guys wanna wait much longer. Magnus Gunner: Patience is a virtue Lifer. The mark of a real hero, is that he doesn’t rush into things… he patiently waits, plots and plots… until he discovers the right moment to descend upon these villains and drop them with an iron fist of righteous justice. Zack nods his head, agreeing with his speech. Zack Lifer: Well, then drop the hammer. Tell this dark, dark world why we’re here in front of their eyes. Tell them why we decided to descend to the ring and speak our mind tonight on their TV sets. The man known as Christum Furor looks around the arena, taking a moment to ponder the beginning of his spiel, his declamation and monologue. He hisses underneath his breath, before raising the microphone to address the crowd. Magnus Gunner: The foundations of this company are fragile, and as your heroes, it is our duty, it is our burden to be the shepherds of our own civilization. We are the architects of our actions, and with these actions we accept the consequences, whether glorious or tragic. We accept that we will be hated, and vilified, but understand, that we do not operate under the guile of good Samaritans like these pretenders. And because of this, they try to undo all the good that we hope to accomplish. They try to disregard EVERYTHING that we’ve done, and tear down EVERYTHING that we’ve built. They feed you lies. They have you believe their falsehoods and their lies, as if it were truth. They create elaborate facades, and conspire against us for being ambitious, for dedicating our lives to liberating you from their deception. And their conspiracies go deep. Take a look. Christum Furor motions to the tron which flickers to life. The scene plays the very one that occurred in the main event two weeks ago. It displays Sally Talfourd pinning Zack Lifer before Wulf Erikssen pulls her off violently, a desperate need to win the match overcoming him. Wulf tosses her into Trouble's corner and tags in Steve Lenton if only so he can hit a barrage of strikes on the cornered Sally Talfourd with sheer intensity. Just as he looks like he’s about to deliver a finishing kick, he’s rolled up by Zack Lifer. Yet, the camera pans over suddenly towards the stage where Andras is seen pushing Gunner off the platform with a terrifying thud. As the camera finally pans back seconds later, Lenton is just now freeing himself from the roll up, the referee just taking notice just as the camera man did. Zack Lifer: Did you see that? Did you see that, EXODUS?! I won that match! I won that match for Gods and Monsters and yet the world wants to pretend that it never happened! A roar of boos is directed his way, causing his expression to be deeply aggravated by their response to the new developments. Zack Lifer: Go on. Boo for EXODUS. Let me hear it! They’ve tarnished the match, the referee and the camera men. They tarnished what was supposed to be a fair match between nine people and it ended in a sham! The boos continue, harsher now, causing him to have to raise his voice. Zack Lifer: Don’t believe me? I have proof for you all, alright? First of all, can I get the referee that was assigned to that match out here? I wanna play a game with him, a fun game. I want him to show you all that he was wrong in his actions, that he was biased in the worst way. I want him to redeem himself as a hero, redeem his job as the prestigious referee he surely is. So c’mon, get out here. I need your help with something. After a long pause and some gesturing by Zack Lifer, the referee that stood in the ring while the ExPro main event was going on slowly makes his way to the ring, the crowd almost silent as he does so, almost not sure how to respond to what is happening. As he slowly enters the ring, Lifer looks in Gunner’s direction with a wry smirk. Zack Lifer: This guy might be even slower than you. He let out a boyish chuckle as the man entered through the ropes, staying on the opposite side of where Gods and Monsters stood. Zack Lifer: What’s your name? Referee: Dan Arnouil. Zack Lifer: Now, tell me… Are your waffles as good as Chris Dawson’s? Gunner extends a hand, and chimes in. Magnus Gunner: I have a better question. This year at Comic Con, instead of the Flash, did you go as a Doctor Doom? I have it on good authority, that you indeed, went as Doctor Doom, with a handmade mask. Is this true Dan? IS IT TRUE? Dan Arnouil: Uh… Are those serious questions? Zack Lifer: Just answer the f’n question, Dan! Zack shoves the referee backwards a bit, his face turning from calm and childish to aggressive and uneasy. Magnus Gunner: We’re not in the business of asking twice, Dan. Dan Arnouil: Y-Yes. I did go as Doctor Doom. I made the mask out of- Magnus Gunner: I don’t care what you made it out of. Just… Zack Lifer: Wait! I wanna know. Magnus shoots Lifer a mischievous quick smirk. Zack Lifer: What the fuck did you make the mask out of?! Sweat begins to cascade from Dan’s forehead as the pressure of answering to G&M begins to bother him. Dan Arnouil: T-T-Tin foil. Tin foil and saran wrap. Zack Lifer: Good. Now for something even trickier. Two weeks ago! ExPro 6! Did you think Lasie’s little stunt on my friend here, when he pushed him off the stage, was more important than when I beat Steve Lenton right behind you?! Dan Arnouil: I- Y-You did? Gunner shakes his head in frustration and disgust, then steps forward, prompting the terrified official to backpedal into the ropes. Magnus Gunner: What obstructed your vision, and precluded you from carrying out your duties? Was it my pain Dan? Did the idea of me suffering bring you joy and exhilaration? Were you vindicated when that sadistic bastard Lasie threw me off the stage - so much that you couldn’t focus on what was going on INSIDE THE RING? Did you find it entertaining? Speak maggot! Dan Arnouil: I- Zack Lifer: He said speak, not stutter! Dan Arnouil: No, it… It didn’t. I just- Gunner waves his fist violently and frantically, causing Arnouil to cease his stuttering. Raising the microphone back to his face, he speaks with a more animated, grandiloquent tone of voice. Magnus Gunner: IT ALL MAKES SENSE… THIS… THIS man is just like the rest of them. I mean, the facts have been laid out before your very eyes. By day, he wears THIS mask, the mask of a referee. Harmless. Weak. Pathetic. It’s all a charade, to misdirect you. I know this to be true, because at night, he shows his true FACE. I know who the REAL Dan Arnouil is! HE is the FACE of EVIL! THIS man doubles as a SUPERVILLAIN! As DOCTOR DOOM, terrorizing the innocent people of San Diego with a tin foil mask! And THESE are the people we’re supposed to trust? These are the people we’re supposed to trust to uphold to a righteous moral code, to call our matches down the middle? He is a VILLAIN, masquerading as a NOBLE HERO, just like EVERYONE else in that locker room. Zack Lifer: And worst of all? I heard his waffles suck! Magnus Gunner: This is your one opportunity to rectify the situation, and undo the injustice that YOU have done. This is your chance to redeem yourself Dan, to be forgiven by US, your heroes. This is your chance at repentance, your chance to finally do something right in your life. Your chance to be a hero. Roll the footage! A second scene is shown on the tron, an angle where one camera man focused on the pin that occurred inside the ring rather than Lasie’s antics with Magnus Gunner on the stage like the others. Instead it shows the roll up Zack Lifer made on Steve Lenton, watching as Steve refused to kick out for quite some time. Zack Lifer: You see that? You see that?! I pinned Steve Lenton in the middle of that ring and nobody but that guy even gave a shit! I won that match fair and square and yet Chris Strike got all the glory I rightfully deserved! It’s unjust. It’s unruly. It’s madness! He shouted at the defenseless referee’s face, his body practically shaking. Maybe it was nerves from being out on live Pay Per View or maybe it was being interrogated by G&M. Probably the latter. Zack Lifer: So, what we’re going to do to fix this is pretty simple, Dan. We’re going to replay that SAME EXACT CLIP, and I want you to get on the ground and count it for me! I want you and everyone else to see that I’m the one who deserves the credit, that I’m the one who deserves the glory. I want you to show the world that we’re the heroes of this story and show the world that the hero always wins fair and square and not by cheap tactics deployed by Lasie and the like to get whatever the hell he wants either! The clip started to play on the tron again, Dan slowly getting to the floor. Lifer’s impatience caused him to push his face down against the mat in front of him, shouting at him to watch the tron and count over and over. ONE!! TWO!!! THREE!!!! The crowd was silent, in awe of the results the referee discovered, even with a slightly slow, nervous count. Zack Lifer officially pinned Steve Lenton two weeks ago at ExPro #6 fair and square and nobody saw it except for the very few at the time. Now however? Everyone knew the truth, the clear fact that Gods & Monsters came out victorious when nobody was watching. Magnus Gunner: NOW RAISE HIS HAND! Dan slowly gets to his feet, still shocked at what has been discovered along with everyone else around the world, before hesitantly raising raising Zack Lifer’s hand. Magnus Gunner: Wait a minute, that’s not good enough. I don’t feel as GLORIFIED as Christopher Strike was two weeks ago. Come here, Dan. Shaking in his boots, Arnouil advances to Christum Furor, who whispers something into his ear. Dan shakes his head in refusal, until Magnus shoots him a vindictive glare, prompting him to change his mind. He lowers his head in shame, before speaking into the microphone, much to his chagrin. Dan Arnouil: Ladies and gentleman, the winners of the E-PRO 6 Main Event… your FUTURE Tag Team Champions… and the ONLY Heroes in EXODUS… Zack Lifer and Magnus Gunner… GODS AND MONSTERS! Zack raises a triumphant fist as Magnus kneels in front of him, posing in the crucifix as the camera cuts to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: That was unsettling. Seth Ericson: No kidding, right? I thought they were going to eviscerate Dan Arnouil there. Dick Morosi: While we try to recover from that, we've got our next match for you. After weeks of bullying the Young Guns, Sylar Drake attempts to get some revenge! He's facing Big Brother...and it's next! Drums start to pound through the sound speakers with some synth noises. The drumming intro that starts the opening of "Anthem of the Lonely" by Nine Lashes starts to play as white and red colored lights start to flash around the entrance. Then suddenly...a huge flash of lights as standing at the entrance is Sylar Drake! The crowd erupts at the sight of the challenger before he starts making his way down the aisle, slapping a few hands! A heart made of stone Callous and bone Fracture and tear it out To let it go And to think I called it my own And I would have never thought The pain could grow... David Zinkus: The following is a standard singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Newcastle, England...weighing in at 185 pounds... SYLAR DRAKE! Sylar starts to walk around ringside, slapping hands with some waiting fans as he looks up at his opponent in the ring as he finally hops up to the apron and then to the top turnbuckle as the crowd cheers! Drake hops down from the turnbuckle, looking straight on at the opponent as the lights come back on and we start preparing for this match. Dick Morosi: Sylar Drake answered the challenge. Tonight, he will be going up against Big Brother and will looking to get some revenge. Seth Ericson: But Big Brother is one big guy and I don’t think Sylar knows exactly the skill level of Big Brother. Suddenly, a part of the back row in the crowd begins to boo as cameras catch up. Big Brother, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a grey hoodie with the black robber’s mask over his face, begins to make his way down the steps, trying to avoid any hands from touching him, even going as far as shoving a man in his 20s who tried to grab his right arm. David Zinkus: And his opponent....BIG BROTHER! Big Brother reaches the barricade and hops over it, landing right on his feet before beginning to circle the ring, keeping his eyes on Sylar the entire time before sliding into the ring and heading off to his corner. Dick Morosi: The size difference is definitely there, but we don’t know anything about Big Brother. Seth Ericson: That’s true. He may not know the difference between a powerbomb and a suplex. Dick Morosi: Precisely. As the two men stare at each other from across the ring, the ref calls for the bell, the audience cheering as the match has officially started. DING! DING! DING!Sylar quickly runs out of his corner and surprises Big Brother with a forearm to the face, causing BB to fall back up against his corner. Sylar then begins to drive repeated forearms to the face as the ref begins to count, threatening to disqualify the young superstar out of Newcastle, but the audience continues to cheer him on. When Sylar backs out of the corner after a four count, raising his arms high up in the air, only for Sylar to go back on the attack, kicking at Big Brother’s rib cage and his midsection, but to be pulled away once more by the ref. Dick Morosi: Sylar Drake is relentless right now and can you blame him?! Seth Ericson: Nobody told him to sit there and get his ass handed to him. He could have fought back earlier! As Drake tries to go back on the attack, the much bigger Big Brother raises his right boot up to connect with the face of the former San Diego Bay champion. The audience boos as Big Brother mounts himself on top and begins to connect with a series of lefts and rights before grabbing Drake by the head and easily lifting up the smaller man to his feet. BB then tosses Drake into the corner before driving a punch to his midsection, then a headbutt that causes Drake to fall flat on his ass. Dick Morosi: A real ground and pound meeting between these two here early on. Seth Ericson: If Sylar Drake wants to stand a chance in this match, he needs to stop being a brawler and start being a high flyer. Take Big Brother off of his feet and he might just have a chance. Dick Morosi: ...that actually sounded smart... Seth Ericson: Shut the [BLEEP] up, Dick. Dick Morosi: And we’re back. Big Brother grabs Sylar by the neck once more and gets him to his feet before wrapping his arms around his waist and tossing him across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. Sylar holds his back in pain as Big Brother quickly makes his way over to the smaller man and begins stomping away at him, driving his boot into Sylar’s midsection, rib cage, and ending it with a stomp to the face. Seth Ericson: Big Brother absolutely taking it to Sylar Drake! Dick Morosi: And Sylar Drake needs to get out of this predicament fast. Big Brother continues to not let Sylar breathe as he grabs him by the head once more and gets him up to both feet before placing him in a bear hug, squeezing as hard as possible. Sylar begins to yelp out in pain for a couple of seconds, but after regaining his composure, he begins to punch at Big Brother’s head. But the big man won’t let go as he continues to squeeze away, but Sylar then decides to change his attack as he goes ahead and tries to yank the mask off of Big Brother! Dick Morosi: Smart move by Sylar Drake! Big Brother lets go of Sylar Drake, but quickly goes for a clothesline, only for Sylar to dodge it. As BB turns around, Sylar connects with a Pele kick and knocks him out of the ring. Big Brother quickly gets to his feet, but Sylar quickly makes his way to the nearby top rope before flying off of it and connecting with a flying clothesline that knocks Big Brother down. Drake suddenly gets to his feet and begins to feed off of the audience, clapping his hands and having them clap along. Seth Ericson: Well, I guess Big Brother may have gotten more than he bargained for here tonight. Dick Morosi: And you know that when Sylar Drake is getting hyped up, there is almost no one that can stop him! Seth Ericson: Except Kira T. Zeppeli. Sylar attempts to use all of his strength as he gets Big Brother up and tries to roll him into the ring, successfully doing it before sliding in and going for the cover. ONE!
KICKOUT!Drake quickly gets to his feet as Big Brother gets to his knees, only for Drake to start delivering multiple stiff kicks on him, the audience letting out cheers from all the repeated kicks to the chest of the big man before finishing it off with a kick to the head. Drake quickly continues to go on the attack, grabbing Big Brother’s right arm and locking in a crossface, BB yelling out in pain as the ref asks him if he wants to give up. Dick Morosi: Sylar Drake has locked in the crossface on Big Brother! Will he tap out?! Big Brother quickly uses his weight advantage and drags the smaller Sylar as he gets to the bottom rope and gets a grip on it. The ref counts to 4 before Sylar releases the crossface and gets to his feet. Big Brother quickly rolls to the outside, clutching his right shoulder in pain as Sylar follows him. Sylar drives a kick to the back of Big Brother and as he goes for a second kick, has his leg caught by BB’s left arm before getting dragged in and getting clotheslined to the ground. BB quickly grabs him by the head and tosses him into the nearby steel steps before rolling him back into the ring, sliding in afterwards as he goes for the cover. ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Seth Ericson: Big Brother almost picked up the win there! Big Brother continues to go on the attack, grabbing Sylar’s legs and lifting him up before beginning to spin him around with a Big Swing! The audience can’t help but watch in amazement as Sylar is spun around repeatedly by his legs, arms flailing in the air as he can’t find his way out of this move. Dick Morosi: What the hell?! Seth Ericson: HOLY [BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]! BIG SWING FOR THE MOTHER[BLEEP]ING WIN! Dick Morosi: Big Brother swinging Sylar Drake around like a rag doll! Seth Ericson: ...10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20! Big Brother releases Sylar after the 20th go around, Sylar hitting the mat with a thud as Big Brother falls to the knee, obviously somewhat dizzy as well. After a couple of seconds, Big Brother gets to his feet as Sylar dizzily crawls to the nearby corner. Once Sylar gets to his feet and lays up against the corner, Brett charges forward, but Sylar gets his knees up, connecting with Brett’s face and sending him reeling back. Drake then charges forward, leaps up, and connects with an enzuigiri, laying out the bigger superstar before going for the cover. ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Dick Morosi: Sylar Drake was SO close! Sylar does not let the kickout discourage him as he quickly goes at BB’s left ankle, locking it in with an ankle lock. The bigger man screams in pain as he tries to maneuver out of the move or get to the ropes, but fails to do both for half a minute until he turns his body around and uses his free right foot to kick off Sylar Drake. Big Brother quickly gets to his knees, but Sylar charges forward and connects with a shining wizard! Dick Morosi: Shining wizard by Sylar Drake! Seth Ericson: Why the hell isn’t he covering him?! No, Sylar isn’t going for the cover. Instead, he walks over to the top corner and gets on the turnbuckle, looking to go for the Divinity Dive, but Big Brother has quickly shaken off the effects of the shining wizard as he has rolled up on all fours, changing Sylar’s plans as he adjusts himself on the top rope. As Big Brother gets to his feet, Sylar dives off, but BB quickly ducks underneath, causing Sylar to land on his feet, his right ankle taking an awkward landing, causing the young Brit to hold his ankle in pain as he hops on his good foot. Dick Morosi: It looks like Sylar took an awkward landing there. As Drake turns around, Big Brother runs forward and drills him with a spear! The audience boos as the big unknown wrestler goes for the cover. ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!Big Brother shakes his head as he gets to his feet while looking at the ref, trying to make sure the ref said two instead of three. He makes his way over to Sylar’s hurt ankle and begins stomping away at it, Sylar screaming out in pain as the audience boos. BB then begins to drop three straight left knees on the ankle, Sylar trying to hold in and trying to numb out the pain. BB then grabs Sylar’s ankle and puts it in an ankle lock, giving Sylar a little revenge for that last ankle lock. Seth Ericson: An ankle lock has been locked in! Sylar Drake has to tap! Dick Morosi: I think we both know he has too much pride to do that, especially against someone as cowardly as Big Brother. Seth Ericson: You mean “smart”. Sylar continues to hold in as he holds in pain, the audience obviously behind him as the front row starts slapping the barricade, trying to hype up the young superstar as Big Brother continues to shout at Sylar to tap out. But, Sylar doesn’t as he quickly finds a way to reverse it, turning his body around and drilling BB in the head with his left foot three straight time before BB release the hold and falls to a knee as Sylar quickly rolls away from him and gets to a knee as well. The two both get up at the same time, but BB makes the first move, attempting a clothesline, only for Sylar to duck underneath it and quickly (bad ankle and all) makes his way to the ropes, bouncing off of them and running back to a defenseless BB (who had just turned around), leaping up and connecting with a left footed kick to the face, laying Big Brother out with the Infinity Kick! The audience cheers as Drake quickly goes for the pin. Dick Morosi: INFITY KICK BY SYLAR DRAKE! He goes for the cover! ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!Seth Ericson: And Big Brother kicks out! Sylar looks absolutely frustrated as he gets to his feet and quickly limps off to the corner, going to the top for the Divinity Dive. As the audience cheers while he gets fully stood up on the top, Big Brother makes a last ditch effort and hits the nearby ropes, causing Sylar to fall on the turnbuckle. BB quickly makes his way over to Drake as he has failed to connect with his finisher once more and grabs his head, only for Drake to slap his hand away and headbutt him, causing him to reel backwards. Drake quickly tries to take advantage by placing his feet on the inside of the second turnbuckle and leaping off, only for Big Brother to catch him. Seth Ericson: Uh oh... Big Brother now has Sylar in a precarious position where he could powerbomb him and that he does, except he powerbombs him on the corner, causing Sylar’s head to hit the top turnbuckle and bounce right off the corner, giving BB the chance to do a 360 and connect with a spinning lariat that sends Sylar flipping in the air before landing on the mat face first. The audience lets out a unanimous “ooh” sound as BB goes for the cover. Dick Morosi: Big Brother with a nasty powerbomb! Seth Ericson: Did you see that [BLEEP]ing discus lariat?! He took Sylar’s head off! ONE!
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THR-KICKOUT!Seth Ericson: NO WAY! Big Brother begins to shake his head as he seems to be losing his patience with Sylar, going right after that ankle once more, grabbing it and dragging Sylar to the nearby corner before slipping out of the ring. He grabs the ankle from the outside and after a bit of measuring, drives the bad right ankle onto the steel post once, twice, and thrice before letting Sylar’s ankle go and beginning to search under the ring. BB quickly finds a steel chair in there and pulls it out, sliding into the ring with it. Dick Morosi: Oh, I have a bad feeling about this.... As Big Brother walks over to Sylar, he grabs the ankle and goes to wrap the steel chair around, only for the audience to start going nuts as the curtains at the top of the stage separate and Blake Jones starts making a beeline for the ring. Big Brother quikly takes the chair off the ground and gets ready for Blake to attack. Seth Ericson: Just as things were about to get good! Dick Morosi: Here comes Sylar Drake’s tag team partner, Blake Jones! As Blake slides into the ring, Big Brother goes to swing the chair, only for Blake to duck underneath. As BB turns around, Blake dropkicks the chair in his hands and has it connect with BB’s face, causing him to drop to the ground and roll out of the ring as Blake gives him one last look before going to check on his tag team partner while the bell rings. DING! DING! DING!As Blake tells the ref to call for the medics while at Sylar’s side, Big Brother has somewhat recuperated and is stumbling towards David Zinkus before grabbing the mic out of his hands and circling back around to go towards the ramp side. He begins to speak into the microphone with his actual voice. Big Brother: The winner of this match....via disqualification.... The crowd boos. Big Brother: The former 2-time WCE tag team champion, 1-time WCE Asylum champion, 2-time WCE US champion, and the first ever and 1-time XWA Genesis Heavyweight champion....the “Shatterer of Sylar Drake’s right ankle”...the true justice fighter....and the future EXODUS Pro World champion... Blake continues to look right at Big Brother as he takes his free left hand and pulls the mask off! Some members of the audience immediately begin to boo, realizing this man’s face. Blake stares at the man’s face for a second, jaw dropped. The closest camera is facing Big Brother’s back, but quickly turns to get a look at the man’s smirking face. Big Brother: From Cincinnati, Ohio; weighing in at 256 pounds....BRETT SANDS. Dick Morosi: NO! Seth Ericson: Um, who is it? Dick Morosi: Definitely not someone who is good news. Brett now looks at Blake and begins to chuckle before taking a few steps back so as to go up the ramp. Brett Sands: Surprise. Brett drops the mic and turns around, heading up the ramp as the medics rush past him to take a look at Sylar Drake inside the ring as Blake continues to stay by his side. WINNER: Brett "Big Brother" SandsSeth Ericson: Well, at least we got a name. Dick Morosi: Yeah, and it might have just cost the next few months of Sylar’s career. As the medics check on Sylar, the scene fades out. Dick Morosi: Alright...let's head backstage, where Tom Matheny is standing by with the International Champion! Indeed, backstage at the EXPRO interview area, Tom Matheny is standing next to Jimmy Riley. Riley's wearing a brand new “Risen Star” hoodie with his logo on the back, zipped up with a “J. Riley” embroidered on the left breast. The EXODUS Pro International Title is slung over his right shoulder, the one closest to the camera. Tom Matheny: Thanks Dick! I'm joined right now by “The Risen Star,” the EXODUS Pro International Champion, Jimmy Riley. Tonight, Jimmy, it's your first defense of the belt as you step in the ring with the former champion, Johnny Cannon, as well as Abby Park. Jimmy has the mic put in front of his face, and after contemplating it for a moment, instead reaches up and takes the microphone away from Tom, waving him away as he takes up the full frame of the camera. He continues to pause, as the boos of the fans filter in through the air. Jimmy Riley: Tonight...is an important night. But I don't need to tell you that, Johnny Cannon...Abby Park...both of you know how important this night is. All those idiot fans, the ones who feel like they need to boo me to let me know how they feel...they know how important this night is. On a night where Adrien Cochrane makes his first defense of the World Title, on a night where Chris Strike and Christian Kane end their year long rivalry, and on a night where Fiona Rourke gets her hands on Jerry Matthews, one on one...I put this title on the line, and stake my claim as one of the best wrestlers in the world. Those are the things people want to talk about...but when we talk about my match, it's not about me. It's about Abby Park, who won the first EXODUS Pro match, who worked her way into the Winter Road and went all the way to the semi-finals. It's about Johnny Cannon, who “broke the curse” of the International Title by defending it once, who has been inches from the pinnacle of success multiple times. Everyone wants to talk about those matches and those people, and nobody wants to talk about me! I did what Heather Halliwell and Zero McHannon couldn't by pinning Adrien Cochrane, I did what Fiona Rourke hasn't done yet and I pinned Jerry Matthews! I AM the uncrowned World Champion, I AM the centerpiece of EXODUS Pro Wrestling as we reach its anniversary, and there's nothing- Nothing, nada, zero, zilch, not a damn thing that Abby Park and Johnny Cannon can do to stop me! I'm leaving this building tonight as I walked in it; the EXODUS Pro International Champion, and with a ticket punched to the Honor Cup. And before too long, everyone in this locker room, every little whining fan in that audience, and every disbeliever at home is going to have to learn what I already know. I... Am... Better. Jimmy looks off camera, beckoning Tom Matheny to re-enter the scene. As he does, Jimmy pushes the microphone back into Tom's chest and heads off screen in the opposite direction. Tom Matheny: …....Jimmy Riley, everyone.
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