Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 18, 2013 11:37:42 GMT -6
The fans everywhere can still hear "The Autumn Effect" by 10 Years playing as we cut to a live shot of The RIMAC Arena! Signs like "PRAISE BE TO JERRY!", "#GOW", "TURKS GET THE JOB DONE", and "ZERO IS A HERO" pepper the arena, and we cut to the center of the ring, where both Dick Morosi and Seth Ericson stand, waiting to greet the audience.
Dick Morosi: Welcome to EXODUS Pro's anniversary show...THE AUTUMN EFFECT! I am Dick Morosi, your play by play announcer, and with me to my left...
Seth Ericson: I'll take it from here, Dick! I'm Seth Ericson, and ALL HAIL THE START OF THE NAIR ERA!
Dick Morosi: I'm not sure that's entirely accurate, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Don't worry, I'll apologize to Nicholas Gray if he wins, I like my job! Why? Action like a card like this! Our main event is a huge triple threat iron man for the World Title!
Dick Morosi: That's right, it's Adrien Cochrane making his V1 Defense of the World Title against Zero McHannon and Heather Halliwell! The International Title is on the line in a Triple Threat, when Jimmy Riley makes his V1 against Abby Park and Johnny Cannon. Kira T. Zeppeli also attempts his V1 against Blake Jones.
Seth Ericson: Don't forget that the Turks attempt their V2 tonight against Trouble and Gods and Monsters in a TLC Match! And the grudges, oh the grudges! They're going to get settled tonight! Chris Strike meets Christian Kane in a Pure Rules match! On top of that, Fiona Rourke returns to iPPV when she meets Jerry Matthews in a Falls Count Anywhere match! And the Nair/Gray rivalry goes to the ring in two terms, when Jack Napier meets Gabriel Gambino, and Stephen Nair defends his father's pride against Papa Arino!
Dick Morosi: But first, it's the Battle for the Bay Gauntlet! These people will battle for the ri--
Just then, the sound of an organ playing interrupts Dick & Seth!
The crowd starts to clap along with the beat as they know the sounds of "Last Man Standing" by People In Planes means only one thing...Jonathan Collins! Jonathan Collins steps out from the back as he goes to wave to the crowd, his young daughter in tow with him. Motioning for Dick & Seth to take a seat at the commentary station, he has a mic as he seems prepared to finish off the introduction.
Jonathan Collins: So...are you guys ready for a big match?
The crowd cheers enthusiastically as he smiles, looking out and nodding.
Jonathan Collins: So here's the deal. We've got this great gauntlet about to go down, and it's my understanding that Rick Maxwell, Whisper's manager, thinks he can bother me. Well, I did promise I'd fire him after Whisper fails in the gauntlet, so...should Whisper not win the Battle for the Bay, Rick Maxwell is out of here already! I hope Whisper doesn't mind going at it alone, but...he seems like a grown boy. He'll be okay. Now...off we go!
The crowd cheers and Jonathan grins as he defers back to Seth and Dick.
Dick Morosi: Alright fans, we're kicking things off with a gauntlet match! Eight relative newcomers here in EXODUS fighting for a shot at the San Diego Bay Champion, whether that's Kira T. Zeppeli or Blake Jones by the end of the night.
Seth Ericson: You know who my money is on? It's gonna be whoever wins this first match; they'll have momentum on their side!
Dick Morosi: I can't help but think the later entries in this gauntlet are going to have a decided advantage.
The arena goes completely dark.
"Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless you're there..."
Blue spotlights flash throughout the arena eventually settling on the entrance ramp.
"Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless you're there..."
As the bassline of 50 Cent's "Hustler's Ambition" plays, Sam walks out to the entrance ramp with his traditional sleveless, black hooded towel hanging low over his eyes. A wall of blue flames go off behind Sam as he continues to walk down the aisle. Sam doesn't tag any outstretched hands as he walks down and receives a modest ovation from some of the smark crowd.
David Zinkus: From Queens, New York, weighing 235 pounds...The Ronin...Sam Jooooohnnsooooon!
He continues up the steps, and through the middle ropes. He stands mid-ring, as the blue spotlights center on Sam, as he raises his thumbs toward himself, blue flames then erupt from the ring post bringing the arena lights back on, cutting the song off.
Dick Morosi: Sam Johnson is in first, he's got the most EXPRO experience of anyone in this match.
The lights dim and suddenly the world feels just a little bit colder...
In the darkness all we can hear is the slow, thumping and ominous intro for Buckethead's "Coma". It's like we're up the beanstalk and the giant has awoken. On the XtremeTron, one name can be seen bleeding it's way through- Whisper. There is one, single light coming from the entrance walkway, right next to the curtain where our competitors emerge for battle. Stood there, we see the sillouette of an incredibly imposing figure just...watching. Making his opponent wait.
As the pace picks up, the "Alliance's Demise" begins his powerful walk down the ramp as sporadic while lighting circles the crowd.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, making his way to the ring...weighing 250Ibs- the "Rebus Hivemind"...WHIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSPEEEEEEEERR!
Whisper makes his way up the steps and walks along before stopping, stalling on the apron as he faces his opponent. Entering the ring finally, he stands in his corner. Still. The lights raise and the music fades out. He just stands there unmoving, awaiting his chance to end his adversary.
Seth Ericson: Oh man! I've been waiting to see these two since they became part of EXPRO!
Dick Morosi: Indeed, the mission set forth by Whisper and his manager, Richard J. Maxwell, called “Whisper's War” has come to EXODUS. This is Whisper's debut, and he's got a task ahead of him, drawing the number two spot in this gauntlet!
The bell rings, and Whisper charges across the ring, laying lefts and rights into “The Ronin” as he finds himself cornered early! Johnson pushes back, creating some distance, and tries for a roundhouse kick; unfortunately for him, Whisper ducks under the kick, grabs Johnson as he's spun himself around, and locks him in, nailing a big German suplex! “The Ronin” folds up like an accordion before rolling back onto his stomach.
Seth Ericson: Ohhhhh! That was nuts! He folded Johnson up like a paper airplane!
Dick Morosi: Maxwell's happy, and Whisper looks like he's far from done; he's known for this relentless attack, but he can't use too much energy early on.
Whisper pulls Johnson up, blasting him in the face with a forearm before Irish whipping him off to the ropes. When “The Ronin” returns, Whisper's there waiting to push him up into the air, and still waiting when he comes back down...right into Whisper's European uppercut! The fans let out a loud groan at the thud of his arm against Johnson's face, and Sam slumps down to the mat. Whisper looks out at Maxwell, who nods, giving a sign to his client that the end for “The Ronin” has come.
Dick Morosi: This could be it for “The Ronin,” he just got caught off guard as soon as the bell rang.
Whisper picks his foe up off the ground again, and once more sends him to the ropes. Upon his return, Whisper lifts him in a fireman's carry. He pauses for a moment before pushing Sam Johnson up into the air and back down onto his knee, stomach first!
Seth Ericson: The Sound of Silence!
Dick Morosi: The cover seems academic at this point!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The bell rings, and Whisper stands immediately, shoving Johnson out of the ring with his boot. As soon as the ring is clear, he looks at the entrance, awaiting his next challenge...
All the lights in the arena go out, save one green spotlight aimed down at the middle of the stage.
Before I....
Take another minute just to give everybody a move
Never seen, I'ma hit 'em with another(Elbow)
Let me get up everybody
That be movin' with Travis Barker
On your mark, so ya ready?(Let's go)
Parker rips the curtain to the side and steps out on to the stage. He stops for a moment in the spotlight and surveys the audience and their reaction to his presence.
Wow, okay, here we go again
You see the wind I'm blowin' in and I'm like a manglin'
The way that I'd be manglin' the beat, they call me Dracula
Then they see the fangs goin' in
Wow, uh huh
Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma go, huh
Then I gotta do what I be comin' in to do
A body to the beat
In other way, we givin' them a show
The shade of green that had painted the stage lights the sides of the entrance ramp as Parker starts to head down to the ring. Some of the fans taunt him as he walks down the ramp, while others hold out their hands for Parker to slap. Both groups of people get ignored as Parker has only the ring in his sight.
Keys to the ignition and step on the gas
(Let's go)
And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in my glass
(Let's go)
As he reaches ringside Parker turns towards the ring steps to his left and heads up them at a brisk pace. Upon reaching the apron he stops and looks out into the crowd again, possibly reading all of the signs being waved around by the fans.
But that's when Whisper strikes, running right into Parker Wayde with a knee strike! Parker flies off the apron and his body flies into the steel railing at ringside. Whisper grins, stepping back as the referee goes out to check on Parker, who never officially entered the match.
Dick Morosi: What a cowardly tactic by Whisper there! Parker Wayde hasn't even made it into the ring yet!
Seth Ericson: That was smart! He knows he has the disadvantage and knows he needs to even things up quickly!
Parker slowly rises, with Katie Hanneman getting back into the ring first to back Whisper off. Wayde rolls into the ring, and pulls himself up to his feet, but as soon as he does, Hanneman calls for the bell! Whisper stalks his prey, and Parker begins trying to measure up his opponent. Whisper charges in again, but this time Parker's ready, and ducks under the lariat he was attempting! Sprinting across the ring, Parker bounces off the ropes and comes back at a surprised Whisper...
Dick Morosi: He's looking to hit PAYD-
Seth Ericson: NOT SO FAST, DICK! Whisper ducks!
Indeed, Whisper ducked under the pump kick of Parker Wayde, and when both men turn around, Whisper is first to strike with a quick belly-to-belly suplex! He's quick to his feet, and Whisper again looks to end the match, stalking Parker as he rises. This time there's no Irish whip, as Whisper simply lifts up Parker and hits The Sound of Silence!
Dick Morosi: There it is, The Sound of Silence once more! Whisper covers!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Whisper rises, but this time instead of shoving Parker out of the ring with his foot, his foot is placed on the throat of Parker Wayde!
Seth Ericson: Oh no...I've seen this before, Dick-
Dick Morosi: He's applying Lucifer's Regret! That foot to the throat that has broken a neck! We need to get him off of Parker Wayde, Whisper's looking to do more damage!
Whisper sneers down at his opponent, and begins putting more pressure on his throat...but before he can...
The lights blacken as a whole new song begins to play. It's familiar and a different version all at the same time. The guitar picks begin to play and then suddenly distorted guitar kicks in and a bright light shines at the entrance way, a familiar silhouette clear as DevilDriver's cover of "Sail" by AWOLNATION continues!
Slowly, Stark begins to walk down from the ramp, leather jacket over his upper body and in his ring gear, the hoodie underneath over his head as he looks out. The crowd jeers as he remains solemn faced before stepping down the ramp.
David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 241 pounds...from Paterson, NJ....HE IS KYLAR STARK!
Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Stark sheds his jacket and hoodie, his eyes never leaving Whisper's as Parker is helped out of the ring by Katie Hanneman and a couple of EMTs who quickly made it to ringside during Stark's entrance. “The Damned” climbs up on the apron, gaze still locked on his opponent so that he won't be ambushed like Parker Wayde before him.
Dick Morosi: Here comes Stark...
Seth Ericson: Here comes Whisper!
The two meet just a few feet into the ring, trading blows! The crowd, even though they don't particularly care for either man, are on their feet, cheering on the exchange! Whisper appears to gain the advantage blocking a Stark punch, but when he goes for a forearm, it's ducked by Kylar! He comes back up just long enough to lock his head under Whisper's jaw, then fall down with a jawbreaker! Whisper falls back, and Stark quickly charges with a jumping knee!
Dick Morosi: And it's “The Damned” Kylar Stark with the advantage!
Stark comes after his opponent, but Whisper gets to a seated base and throws a right hand into Stark's midsection! This only stuns “The Damned” for a moment as he takes a few steps away, then turns and runs knee first into Whisper's face! The crowd roars as Stark nails the Moment of Impact! He covers-
ONE...
TWO...
TH-Kickout!
Seth Ericson: That was close!
Dick Morosi: Indeed, that knee to the face was brutal, but it'll take more than that to put Whisper down!
Stark pulls his opponent up, but Whisper breaks his hold and looks to hit another belly-to-belly! Stark forearms his way free, though, and locks in his own belly-to-belly, taking Whisper down once more! He wants to go for the cover, but catches, out of the corner of his eye, Richard J. Maxwell on the apron! Drawing the attention of both Stark and Katie Hanneman, Maxwell is the only one (in the ring) aware that Whisper is up and primed to strike Kylar Stark!
Dick Morosi: Kylar Stark needs to pay attention to what's going on behind him!
Stark turns, and allllmost gets hit with a running boot by Whisper! Instead he ducks under, grabbing Whisper's planted foot and taking him down, locking in his calf slicer!
Dick Morosi: THE DAMNED THING! Stark's got that calf slicer locked in, and we could see Whisper tap!
Before he can, however, Maxwell dives into the ring, coming just short of actually hitting Katie Hanneman, but interrupting the action never the less! She calls for the bell, disqualifying Whisper! Stark lets the hold go, and begins to go after Richard...but is distracted when Whisper gets back to his feet, throwing a few punches at Stark before escaping out of the ring with his manager.
Seth Ericson: He didn't even hit her!
Dick Morosi: But the intent was clear, Seth; Maxwell was trying to make sure she didn't see Whisper submit to The Damned Thing! Regardless, Whisper is out after that impressive showing, and we're about to find out who's coming into the match fifth!
Seth Ericson: So...is Rick Maxwell fired or not?
"Bom Bom" by Sam and the Womp plays through the RIMAC, and Atlanta comes from the back. She curtsies to the fans at the top of the ramp, then starts skipping down it, "womping" (thrusting her hands from her chest out) all the while.
Dick Morosi: Another debut here, with Atlanta Eliopoulos!
Seth Ericson: Come again?
Dick Morosi: ...Atlanta Eliopoulos!
Seth Ericson: Huh?
Dick Morosi: Eliopoulos!
Seth Ericson: Bless you.
Atlanta hits the ring, but as she enters, she immediately has to duck under a Silk City Necktie! She runs off the opposite set of the ropes, coming back with an attempted flying forearm! What she doesn't count on, though, is Kylar Stark pushing her away when she comes flying in! Atlanta tumbles to the mat, and Stark is quick to capitalize.
Dick Morosi: He's putting Atlanta in the corner, and looks to scrape his boot across her face!
Seth Ericson: Stark's ruining her face! Stop that!
Stark, pushed away by Hanneman, takes his stance as he waits for Atlanta to pull herself up in the corner. As soon as she does, he charges in with a massive Kenka kick!
Dick Morosi: NBK!
Seth Ericson: What's that even stand for?
Dick Morosi: Well it...it stands for...to be entirely honest, Seth...I haven't the slightest clue.
Kylar pushes Atlanta down to the mat, then covers her...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Katie calls for the bell as Stark shakes his head, rolling Atlanta down to the mats outside of the ring. He stands, looking at the entrance way for his next opponent.
As the opening guitar riff to "I'm Your Favorite Drug" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to play, the lights fade and take on a brilliant pink hue.
The chorus kicks in as Savannah steps out from the back, her hands placed on her slender hips as she looks out over the crowd, most of whom are caught between jeering the blonde and showing their appreciation. She simply rolls her eyes as she causally walks down the aisle.
Once at the end of the ramp, she hops up onto the apron and spins around so her back is resting on the ropes. Placing her hands on the top rope, Savannah places one foot on the middle rope and effortlessly swings herself backward into the ring. During all of this, Kylar Stark has simply backed into a corner, more content to let his newest opponent enter the ring cleanly.
Seth Ericson: Oh, this should be interesting! Savannah Taylor and Kylar Stark have had more than their fair share of run-ins lately here in EXODUS!
Dick Morosi: I don't think you need a fortune teller to know what's going on in Taylor's head, Seth.
Savannah and Kylar come to the middle of the ring, and...lock up! Stark pushes Taylor away, a sour look on his face as the two circle each other again. This time when they lock up, Taylor uses a go-behind into a rear waistlock...which looks a little close for comfort to the fans in the first few rows. Kylar, to his credit, just rolls his eyes and slams a back elbow into Taylor's head! She stumbles away, but grins as she recovers.
Seth Ericson: Tell you what, Dick; this Savannah Taylor may be a few crayons short of the box...
Dick Morosi: ...But?...
Seth Ericson: Nope, that's it.
Stark invites Taylor to try him again, and she does, running at him with an attempt at a Thesz Press! Except...she doesn't force him down...
Dick Morosi: Did she...she's got her legs wrapped around his waist!
Seth Ericson: It's a good thing we're on pay-per-view, Dick! HAH!
Stark just kind of looks at Taylor, then shrugs his shoulders (her arms on top of them to keep her grip around his head), and calmly kneels down to the ground. Once on his knees, the two end up in a rather...provocative position...that involves Taylor's shoulders on the mat!
One...
Two...
Three?
The referee indeed calls for the bell, and Stark pulls Taylor's arms loose, giving her a light slap on the face and telling her to get out of the ring.
Dick Morosi: Seth, you and I have seen some very strange things in our time together...
Seth Ericson: And yeah-this is up there with the best of them.
Dick Morosi: Well fans, Kylar Stark is only two people away from winning a shot at the San Diego Bay Championship, and he appears to have gotten a break there for a moment...but that break is over!
A piano plays, the lights dimmed down. The piano continues for a bit over thirty seconds. The song then kicks in, drums and guitars booming loudly.
Come out of hiding, show us your face.
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Just close your eyes it'll all be ok.
The damage they've caused, is it worth it all?
Worth It All...
Worth It All...
Worth It All...
Xavior blasts through the curtains as the lights flash green, the music kicking in harder this time. He looks around for a moment, soaking it all in, taking a knee down on the stage. He slowly cuffs his hands around his mouth and shouts, "SMAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!" and extends his arms with an intense glare as he walks down the ramp. The camera gets a shot of him up the ramp in front of hands of fans. Xavior slides on top of the apron and goes to his left, planting his right foot firmly on the top turnbuckle, and his left holding him up on the middle. He extends his arms again giving another shout. The lights continue to flash. Xavior drops down into the ring, removing his gear and throwing it aside.
Dick Morosi: It's Xavior! Another relative newcomer here in EXPRO, he's looked impressive so far in his showings.
Seth Ericson: Let's see what he can do against Kylar Stark, though – he's on a roll!
Stark tries to lead off with a spinning elbow, but Xavior dodges it! In return, Xavior goes for a rolling elbow of his own, but Stark dodges that! Xavior goes for a short-range lariat, but it's caught by Kylar, who maneuvers himself into having one arm across Xavior and grabbing the other in an attempt at a straightjacket German suplex! He tries to lift his foe, but Xavior is too fresh and uses momentum to get back down to the ground and break the hold! He turns, kicks Stark in the midsection, and lifts him up in a powerbomb! He runs toward the corner, tossing Kylar into the buckles, slumping him down in the corner!
Dick Morosi: Look out!
Xavior rushes to the perpendicular side of the ring, then charges at the downed Stark, raking his boot across the face of “The Damned!” Xavior is up quickly, screaming out at nobody in particular as he backs to the opposite side of the ring. Stark gets up slowly, pulling himself up by the ropes as he glares at his opponent. The two charge at each other; Stark goes for a Silk City Necktie, but Xavior ducks under, comes back off the opposite set of ropes, and nails Stark with his knee!
Seth Ericson: LIGHTS OUT!!
Dick Morosi: A huuuuge knee to the face, and Stark is down! He may be out! Cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Dick Morosi: This action has been fast and furious, Seth; we're down to our final two! Xavior or the newcomer Braxton Bennett? Who will it be?
Seth Ericson: It's all about momentum, Dick, and Xavior's got it right now!
"Evil Ways" by Blues Saraceno begins to play, as the crowd stands to their feet, awaiting the arrival of Braxton Bennett. Bennett makes his way from behind the curtain, rubbing his hands together, and securing the tape on his fists. He slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring the hands of the fans as he passes. Climbing into the ring, Braxton and Xavior instantly begin trading punches! Xavior gets the upper hand, forcing Braxton into the corner, but he turns the tide with an eye rake! The two switch positions, and Braxton begins laying lefts and rights into the stomach of Xavior!
Dick Morosi: The hard-nosed biker, Braxton Bennett, laying in the heavy blows here to Xavior.
Bennett pulls Xavior out of the corner and scoops him up before slamming him down in the middle of the ring! He drops an elbow on him, then stays on top for the cover...
ONE...
TWO...
Kickout!
Bennett again grabs Xavior by the hair, pulling him to his feet, and pulls him in for a DDT. Xavior spins out of it with Braxton's arm, however, and hits a spinning backfist, stunning the biker! Xavior then pushes Braxton into the corner, grabbing his head in a muay thai clinch! The referee is slow to react, and Bennett gets nailed with numerous knees to the ribs, and a few to the head! Finally, Katie Hanneman steps in, forcing Xavior to break. Xavior assumes a muay thai stance in the middle of the ring, challenging Braxton Bennett to try him!
Dick Morosi: Xavior needs to be careful here, he doesn't want to get too confident!
Seth Ericson: Bennett's not above cheap tactics to regain the advantage!
Dick Morosi: ...How do you even know that? It's his EXODUS debut!
Seth Ericson: I do this thing called RESEARCH, Dick. Look it up.
Bennett meets his foe mid-ring, and tries valiantly to block some of Xavior's kicks. He successfully stops a couple, but falls prey to a few more, knocking him down to his hands and knees! Xavior backs up, then charges, nailing a kick to Braxton's face! Before anyone can react, Xavior hoists Braxton up, hooking his arms and lifting him just high enough in the air...to spike him back down on his neck!
Dick Morosi: D...F...I! DON'T FORGET IT!
Seth Ericson: That's just brutal!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
David Zinkus: Here is the winner of the Contender's Gauntlet...XAVIOR!
The winning warrior bounds up off the mat and back into the ropes, looking around as a grin forms on his face. Katie Hanneman makes it over to raise his hand, and Xavior falls back through the ropes to the floor, arms raised.
Dick Morosi: What a match! Great way to kick off The Autumn Effect! A big win here by Xavior, and he's got a chance to enter the Honor Cup with a match against the San Diego Bay Champion!
Seth Ericson: He's definitely made an impression on me!
Dick Morosi: Fans, we've got tons of big matches still to come, all the titles on the line! Let's head to the back!
WINNER: XAVIOR
We cut backstage, and sitting by himself is Shinji Uchikawa. In solitude, the KJPW rookie is drinking water and still a little excited from his first match in EXODUS, a victory for him that took him by surprise. As he sits there, suddenly a shadow towers over him as he is confronted by someone.
Voice: You know, usually the etiquette is to ask to use someone's finisher.
Uchikawa looks up and the camera pans over to see him being visited by...Jonathan Collins.
Shinji Uchikawa: I am...sorry. I try my best.
Jonathan Collins: You have nothing to apologize for. You don't know how to use it yet, a guy like TAKU can take advantage of those things. However...if you want to really learn how to use it...if you want to master a move like that...
Collins smiles and extends his hand.
Jonathan Collins: Let me help you find a better way. I'll give you what you need to know to be a champion.
Uchikawa smiles and enthusiastically shakes the hand of the EXODUS Pro Director, giving him a respectful bow.
Shinji Uchikawa: Thank you, Collins-sama!
Jonathan Collins: Don't you worry, Uchikawa. I'll do my best to help you.
Shinji grins and again bows, leaving Jonathan to watch him walk off, giving an assured nod.
Dick Morosi: Welcome to EXODUS Pro's anniversary show...THE AUTUMN EFFECT! I am Dick Morosi, your play by play announcer, and with me to my left...
Seth Ericson: I'll take it from here, Dick! I'm Seth Ericson, and ALL HAIL THE START OF THE NAIR ERA!
Dick Morosi: I'm not sure that's entirely accurate, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Don't worry, I'll apologize to Nicholas Gray if he wins, I like my job! Why? Action like a card like this! Our main event is a huge triple threat iron man for the World Title!
Dick Morosi: That's right, it's Adrien Cochrane making his V1 Defense of the World Title against Zero McHannon and Heather Halliwell! The International Title is on the line in a Triple Threat, when Jimmy Riley makes his V1 against Abby Park and Johnny Cannon. Kira T. Zeppeli also attempts his V1 against Blake Jones.
Seth Ericson: Don't forget that the Turks attempt their V2 tonight against Trouble and Gods and Monsters in a TLC Match! And the grudges, oh the grudges! They're going to get settled tonight! Chris Strike meets Christian Kane in a Pure Rules match! On top of that, Fiona Rourke returns to iPPV when she meets Jerry Matthews in a Falls Count Anywhere match! And the Nair/Gray rivalry goes to the ring in two terms, when Jack Napier meets Gabriel Gambino, and Stephen Nair defends his father's pride against Papa Arino!
Dick Morosi: But first, it's the Battle for the Bay Gauntlet! These people will battle for the ri--
Just then, the sound of an organ playing interrupts Dick & Seth!
I am the last man, stand, survivor.
I am the last man home.
I'll be the last man, stand, survivor.
I'll be the last man home...
I am the last man home.
I'll be the last man, stand, survivor.
I'll be the last man home...
The crowd starts to clap along with the beat as they know the sounds of "Last Man Standing" by People In Planes means only one thing...Jonathan Collins! Jonathan Collins steps out from the back as he goes to wave to the crowd, his young daughter in tow with him. Motioning for Dick & Seth to take a seat at the commentary station, he has a mic as he seems prepared to finish off the introduction.
Jonathan Collins: So...are you guys ready for a big match?
The crowd cheers enthusiastically as he smiles, looking out and nodding.
Jonathan Collins: So here's the deal. We've got this great gauntlet about to go down, and it's my understanding that Rick Maxwell, Whisper's manager, thinks he can bother me. Well, I did promise I'd fire him after Whisper fails in the gauntlet, so...should Whisper not win the Battle for the Bay, Rick Maxwell is out of here already! I hope Whisper doesn't mind going at it alone, but...he seems like a grown boy. He'll be okay. Now...off we go!
The crowd cheers and Jonathan grins as he defers back to Seth and Dick.
Dick Morosi: Alright fans, we're kicking things off with a gauntlet match! Eight relative newcomers here in EXODUS fighting for a shot at the San Diego Bay Champion, whether that's Kira T. Zeppeli or Blake Jones by the end of the night.
Seth Ericson: You know who my money is on? It's gonna be whoever wins this first match; they'll have momentum on their side!
Dick Morosi: I can't help but think the later entries in this gauntlet are going to have a decided advantage.
The arena goes completely dark.
"Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless you're there..."
Blue spotlights flash throughout the arena eventually settling on the entrance ramp.
"Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless you're there..."
As the bassline of 50 Cent's "Hustler's Ambition" plays, Sam walks out to the entrance ramp with his traditional sleveless, black hooded towel hanging low over his eyes. A wall of blue flames go off behind Sam as he continues to walk down the aisle. Sam doesn't tag any outstretched hands as he walks down and receives a modest ovation from some of the smark crowd.
David Zinkus: From Queens, New York, weighing 235 pounds...The Ronin...Sam Jooooohnnsooooon!
He continues up the steps, and through the middle ropes. He stands mid-ring, as the blue spotlights center on Sam, as he raises his thumbs toward himself, blue flames then erupt from the ring post bringing the arena lights back on, cutting the song off.
Dick Morosi: Sam Johnson is in first, he's got the most EXPRO experience of anyone in this match.
The lights dim and suddenly the world feels just a little bit colder...
In the darkness all we can hear is the slow, thumping and ominous intro for Buckethead's "Coma". It's like we're up the beanstalk and the giant has awoken. On the XtremeTron, one name can be seen bleeding it's way through- Whisper. There is one, single light coming from the entrance walkway, right next to the curtain where our competitors emerge for battle. Stood there, we see the sillouette of an incredibly imposing figure just...watching. Making his opponent wait.
As the pace picks up, the "Alliance's Demise" begins his powerful walk down the ramp as sporadic while lighting circles the crowd.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, making his way to the ring...weighing 250Ibs- the "Rebus Hivemind"...WHIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSPEEEEEEEERR!
Whisper makes his way up the steps and walks along before stopping, stalling on the apron as he faces his opponent. Entering the ring finally, he stands in his corner. Still. The lights raise and the music fades out. He just stands there unmoving, awaiting his chance to end his adversary.
Seth Ericson: Oh man! I've been waiting to see these two since they became part of EXPRO!
Dick Morosi: Indeed, the mission set forth by Whisper and his manager, Richard J. Maxwell, called “Whisper's War” has come to EXODUS. This is Whisper's debut, and he's got a task ahead of him, drawing the number two spot in this gauntlet!
The bell rings, and Whisper charges across the ring, laying lefts and rights into “The Ronin” as he finds himself cornered early! Johnson pushes back, creating some distance, and tries for a roundhouse kick; unfortunately for him, Whisper ducks under the kick, grabs Johnson as he's spun himself around, and locks him in, nailing a big German suplex! “The Ronin” folds up like an accordion before rolling back onto his stomach.
Seth Ericson: Ohhhhh! That was nuts! He folded Johnson up like a paper airplane!
Dick Morosi: Maxwell's happy, and Whisper looks like he's far from done; he's known for this relentless attack, but he can't use too much energy early on.
Whisper pulls Johnson up, blasting him in the face with a forearm before Irish whipping him off to the ropes. When “The Ronin” returns, Whisper's there waiting to push him up into the air, and still waiting when he comes back down...right into Whisper's European uppercut! The fans let out a loud groan at the thud of his arm against Johnson's face, and Sam slumps down to the mat. Whisper looks out at Maxwell, who nods, giving a sign to his client that the end for “The Ronin” has come.
Dick Morosi: This could be it for “The Ronin,” he just got caught off guard as soon as the bell rang.
Whisper picks his foe up off the ground again, and once more sends him to the ropes. Upon his return, Whisper lifts him in a fireman's carry. He pauses for a moment before pushing Sam Johnson up into the air and back down onto his knee, stomach first!
Seth Ericson: The Sound of Silence!
Dick Morosi: The cover seems academic at this point!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The bell rings, and Whisper stands immediately, shoving Johnson out of the ring with his boot. As soon as the ring is clear, he looks at the entrance, awaiting his next challenge...
All the lights in the arena go out, save one green spotlight aimed down at the middle of the stage.
Before I....
Take another minute just to give everybody a move
Never seen, I'ma hit 'em with another(Elbow)
Let me get up everybody
That be movin' with Travis Barker
On your mark, so ya ready?(Let's go)
Parker rips the curtain to the side and steps out on to the stage. He stops for a moment in the spotlight and surveys the audience and their reaction to his presence.
Wow, okay, here we go again
You see the wind I'm blowin' in and I'm like a manglin'
The way that I'd be manglin' the beat, they call me Dracula
Then they see the fangs goin' in
Wow, uh huh
Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma go, huh
Then I gotta do what I be comin' in to do
A body to the beat
In other way, we givin' them a show
The shade of green that had painted the stage lights the sides of the entrance ramp as Parker starts to head down to the ring. Some of the fans taunt him as he walks down the ramp, while others hold out their hands for Parker to slap. Both groups of people get ignored as Parker has only the ring in his sight.
Keys to the ignition and step on the gas
(Let's go)
And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in my glass
(Let's go)
As he reaches ringside Parker turns towards the ring steps to his left and heads up them at a brisk pace. Upon reaching the apron he stops and looks out into the crowd again, possibly reading all of the signs being waved around by the fans.
But that's when Whisper strikes, running right into Parker Wayde with a knee strike! Parker flies off the apron and his body flies into the steel railing at ringside. Whisper grins, stepping back as the referee goes out to check on Parker, who never officially entered the match.
Dick Morosi: What a cowardly tactic by Whisper there! Parker Wayde hasn't even made it into the ring yet!
Seth Ericson: That was smart! He knows he has the disadvantage and knows he needs to even things up quickly!
Parker slowly rises, with Katie Hanneman getting back into the ring first to back Whisper off. Wayde rolls into the ring, and pulls himself up to his feet, but as soon as he does, Hanneman calls for the bell! Whisper stalks his prey, and Parker begins trying to measure up his opponent. Whisper charges in again, but this time Parker's ready, and ducks under the lariat he was attempting! Sprinting across the ring, Parker bounces off the ropes and comes back at a surprised Whisper...
Dick Morosi: He's looking to hit PAYD-
Seth Ericson: NOT SO FAST, DICK! Whisper ducks!
Indeed, Whisper ducked under the pump kick of Parker Wayde, and when both men turn around, Whisper is first to strike with a quick belly-to-belly suplex! He's quick to his feet, and Whisper again looks to end the match, stalking Parker as he rises. This time there's no Irish whip, as Whisper simply lifts up Parker and hits The Sound of Silence!
Dick Morosi: There it is, The Sound of Silence once more! Whisper covers!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Whisper rises, but this time instead of shoving Parker out of the ring with his foot, his foot is placed on the throat of Parker Wayde!
Seth Ericson: Oh no...I've seen this before, Dick-
Dick Morosi: He's applying Lucifer's Regret! That foot to the throat that has broken a neck! We need to get him off of Parker Wayde, Whisper's looking to do more damage!
Whisper sneers down at his opponent, and begins putting more pressure on his throat...but before he can...
The lights blacken as a whole new song begins to play. It's familiar and a different version all at the same time. The guitar picks begin to play and then suddenly distorted guitar kicks in and a bright light shines at the entrance way, a familiar silhouette clear as DevilDriver's cover of "Sail" by AWOLNATION continues!
This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own sick pride
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby...
I made it in my mind because
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own sick pride
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby...
Slowly, Stark begins to walk down from the ramp, leather jacket over his upper body and in his ring gear, the hoodie underneath over his head as he looks out. The crowd jeers as he remains solemn faced before stepping down the ramp.
SAIL!
David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 241 pounds...from Paterson, NJ....HE IS KYLAR STARK!
Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Stark sheds his jacket and hoodie, his eyes never leaving Whisper's as Parker is helped out of the ring by Katie Hanneman and a couple of EMTs who quickly made it to ringside during Stark's entrance. “The Damned” climbs up on the apron, gaze still locked on his opponent so that he won't be ambushed like Parker Wayde before him.
Dick Morosi: Here comes Stark...
Seth Ericson: Here comes Whisper!
The two meet just a few feet into the ring, trading blows! The crowd, even though they don't particularly care for either man, are on their feet, cheering on the exchange! Whisper appears to gain the advantage blocking a Stark punch, but when he goes for a forearm, it's ducked by Kylar! He comes back up just long enough to lock his head under Whisper's jaw, then fall down with a jawbreaker! Whisper falls back, and Stark quickly charges with a jumping knee!
Dick Morosi: And it's “The Damned” Kylar Stark with the advantage!
Stark comes after his opponent, but Whisper gets to a seated base and throws a right hand into Stark's midsection! This only stuns “The Damned” for a moment as he takes a few steps away, then turns and runs knee first into Whisper's face! The crowd roars as Stark nails the Moment of Impact! He covers-
ONE...
TWO...
TH-Kickout!
Seth Ericson: That was close!
Dick Morosi: Indeed, that knee to the face was brutal, but it'll take more than that to put Whisper down!
Stark pulls his opponent up, but Whisper breaks his hold and looks to hit another belly-to-belly! Stark forearms his way free, though, and locks in his own belly-to-belly, taking Whisper down once more! He wants to go for the cover, but catches, out of the corner of his eye, Richard J. Maxwell on the apron! Drawing the attention of both Stark and Katie Hanneman, Maxwell is the only one (in the ring) aware that Whisper is up and primed to strike Kylar Stark!
Dick Morosi: Kylar Stark needs to pay attention to what's going on behind him!
Stark turns, and allllmost gets hit with a running boot by Whisper! Instead he ducks under, grabbing Whisper's planted foot and taking him down, locking in his calf slicer!
Dick Morosi: THE DAMNED THING! Stark's got that calf slicer locked in, and we could see Whisper tap!
Before he can, however, Maxwell dives into the ring, coming just short of actually hitting Katie Hanneman, but interrupting the action never the less! She calls for the bell, disqualifying Whisper! Stark lets the hold go, and begins to go after Richard...but is distracted when Whisper gets back to his feet, throwing a few punches at Stark before escaping out of the ring with his manager.
Seth Ericson: He didn't even hit her!
Dick Morosi: But the intent was clear, Seth; Maxwell was trying to make sure she didn't see Whisper submit to The Damned Thing! Regardless, Whisper is out after that impressive showing, and we're about to find out who's coming into the match fifth!
Seth Ericson: So...is Rick Maxwell fired or not?
"Bom Bom" by Sam and the Womp plays through the RIMAC, and Atlanta comes from the back. She curtsies to the fans at the top of the ramp, then starts skipping down it, "womping" (thrusting her hands from her chest out) all the while.
Dick Morosi: Another debut here, with Atlanta Eliopoulos!
Seth Ericson: Come again?
Dick Morosi: ...Atlanta Eliopoulos!
Seth Ericson: Huh?
Dick Morosi: Eliopoulos!
Seth Ericson: Bless you.
Atlanta hits the ring, but as she enters, she immediately has to duck under a Silk City Necktie! She runs off the opposite set of the ropes, coming back with an attempted flying forearm! What she doesn't count on, though, is Kylar Stark pushing her away when she comes flying in! Atlanta tumbles to the mat, and Stark is quick to capitalize.
Dick Morosi: He's putting Atlanta in the corner, and looks to scrape his boot across her face!
Seth Ericson: Stark's ruining her face! Stop that!
Stark, pushed away by Hanneman, takes his stance as he waits for Atlanta to pull herself up in the corner. As soon as she does, he charges in with a massive Kenka kick!
Dick Morosi: NBK!
Seth Ericson: What's that even stand for?
Dick Morosi: Well it...it stands for...to be entirely honest, Seth...I haven't the slightest clue.
Kylar pushes Atlanta down to the mat, then covers her...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Katie calls for the bell as Stark shakes his head, rolling Atlanta down to the mats outside of the ring. He stands, looking at the entrance way for his next opponent.
As the opening guitar riff to "I'm Your Favorite Drug" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to play, the lights fade and take on a brilliant pink hue.
What you get is what you see
It won't take much to get hooked on me
So shoot me right into your skin
And I will be your heroin.
The side effects are sexual
Are you down for a taste?
The side effects are sexual
And you love the way I say..
It won't take much to get hooked on me
So shoot me right into your skin
And I will be your heroin.
The side effects are sexual
Are you down for a taste?
The side effects are sexual
And you love the way I say..
The chorus kicks in as Savannah steps out from the back, her hands placed on her slender hips as she looks out over the crowd, most of whom are caught between jeering the blonde and showing their appreciation. She simply rolls her eyes as she causally walks down the aisle.
I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
Just one hit is never enough
I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
You cant break this addiction no.
Your favorite drug....
Your favorite drug
Just one hit is never enough
I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
You cant break this addiction no.
Your favorite drug....
Once at the end of the ramp, she hops up onto the apron and spins around so her back is resting on the ropes. Placing her hands on the top rope, Savannah places one foot on the middle rope and effortlessly swings herself backward into the ring. During all of this, Kylar Stark has simply backed into a corner, more content to let his newest opponent enter the ring cleanly.
Seth Ericson: Oh, this should be interesting! Savannah Taylor and Kylar Stark have had more than their fair share of run-ins lately here in EXODUS!
Dick Morosi: I don't think you need a fortune teller to know what's going on in Taylor's head, Seth.
Savannah and Kylar come to the middle of the ring, and...lock up! Stark pushes Taylor away, a sour look on his face as the two circle each other again. This time when they lock up, Taylor uses a go-behind into a rear waistlock...which looks a little close for comfort to the fans in the first few rows. Kylar, to his credit, just rolls his eyes and slams a back elbow into Taylor's head! She stumbles away, but grins as she recovers.
Seth Ericson: Tell you what, Dick; this Savannah Taylor may be a few crayons short of the box...
Dick Morosi: ...But?...
Seth Ericson: Nope, that's it.
Stark invites Taylor to try him again, and she does, running at him with an attempt at a Thesz Press! Except...she doesn't force him down...
Dick Morosi: Did she...she's got her legs wrapped around his waist!
Seth Ericson: It's a good thing we're on pay-per-view, Dick! HAH!
Stark just kind of looks at Taylor, then shrugs his shoulders (her arms on top of them to keep her grip around his head), and calmly kneels down to the ground. Once on his knees, the two end up in a rather...provocative position...that involves Taylor's shoulders on the mat!
One...
Two...
Three?
The referee indeed calls for the bell, and Stark pulls Taylor's arms loose, giving her a light slap on the face and telling her to get out of the ring.
Dick Morosi: Seth, you and I have seen some very strange things in our time together...
Seth Ericson: And yeah-this is up there with the best of them.
Dick Morosi: Well fans, Kylar Stark is only two people away from winning a shot at the San Diego Bay Championship, and he appears to have gotten a break there for a moment...but that break is over!
A piano plays, the lights dimmed down. The piano continues for a bit over thirty seconds. The song then kicks in, drums and guitars booming loudly.
Come out of hiding, show us your face.
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Just close your eyes it'll all be ok.
The damage they've caused, is it worth it all?
Worth It All...
Worth It All...
Worth It All...
Xavior blasts through the curtains as the lights flash green, the music kicking in harder this time. He looks around for a moment, soaking it all in, taking a knee down on the stage. He slowly cuffs his hands around his mouth and shouts, "SMAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!" and extends his arms with an intense glare as he walks down the ramp. The camera gets a shot of him up the ramp in front of hands of fans. Xavior slides on top of the apron and goes to his left, planting his right foot firmly on the top turnbuckle, and his left holding him up on the middle. He extends his arms again giving another shout. The lights continue to flash. Xavior drops down into the ring, removing his gear and throwing it aside.
Dick Morosi: It's Xavior! Another relative newcomer here in EXPRO, he's looked impressive so far in his showings.
Seth Ericson: Let's see what he can do against Kylar Stark, though – he's on a roll!
Stark tries to lead off with a spinning elbow, but Xavior dodges it! In return, Xavior goes for a rolling elbow of his own, but Stark dodges that! Xavior goes for a short-range lariat, but it's caught by Kylar, who maneuvers himself into having one arm across Xavior and grabbing the other in an attempt at a straightjacket German suplex! He tries to lift his foe, but Xavior is too fresh and uses momentum to get back down to the ground and break the hold! He turns, kicks Stark in the midsection, and lifts him up in a powerbomb! He runs toward the corner, tossing Kylar into the buckles, slumping him down in the corner!
Dick Morosi: Look out!
Xavior rushes to the perpendicular side of the ring, then charges at the downed Stark, raking his boot across the face of “The Damned!” Xavior is up quickly, screaming out at nobody in particular as he backs to the opposite side of the ring. Stark gets up slowly, pulling himself up by the ropes as he glares at his opponent. The two charge at each other; Stark goes for a Silk City Necktie, but Xavior ducks under, comes back off the opposite set of ropes, and nails Stark with his knee!
Seth Ericson: LIGHTS OUT!!
Dick Morosi: A huuuuge knee to the face, and Stark is down! He may be out! Cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Dick Morosi: This action has been fast and furious, Seth; we're down to our final two! Xavior or the newcomer Braxton Bennett? Who will it be?
Seth Ericson: It's all about momentum, Dick, and Xavior's got it right now!
"Evil Ways" by Blues Saraceno begins to play, as the crowd stands to their feet, awaiting the arrival of Braxton Bennett. Bennett makes his way from behind the curtain, rubbing his hands together, and securing the tape on his fists. He slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring the hands of the fans as he passes. Climbing into the ring, Braxton and Xavior instantly begin trading punches! Xavior gets the upper hand, forcing Braxton into the corner, but he turns the tide with an eye rake! The two switch positions, and Braxton begins laying lefts and rights into the stomach of Xavior!
Dick Morosi: The hard-nosed biker, Braxton Bennett, laying in the heavy blows here to Xavior.
Bennett pulls Xavior out of the corner and scoops him up before slamming him down in the middle of the ring! He drops an elbow on him, then stays on top for the cover...
ONE...
TWO...
Kickout!
Bennett again grabs Xavior by the hair, pulling him to his feet, and pulls him in for a DDT. Xavior spins out of it with Braxton's arm, however, and hits a spinning backfist, stunning the biker! Xavior then pushes Braxton into the corner, grabbing his head in a muay thai clinch! The referee is slow to react, and Bennett gets nailed with numerous knees to the ribs, and a few to the head! Finally, Katie Hanneman steps in, forcing Xavior to break. Xavior assumes a muay thai stance in the middle of the ring, challenging Braxton Bennett to try him!
Dick Morosi: Xavior needs to be careful here, he doesn't want to get too confident!
Seth Ericson: Bennett's not above cheap tactics to regain the advantage!
Dick Morosi: ...How do you even know that? It's his EXODUS debut!
Seth Ericson: I do this thing called RESEARCH, Dick. Look it up.
Bennett meets his foe mid-ring, and tries valiantly to block some of Xavior's kicks. He successfully stops a couple, but falls prey to a few more, knocking him down to his hands and knees! Xavior backs up, then charges, nailing a kick to Braxton's face! Before anyone can react, Xavior hoists Braxton up, hooking his arms and lifting him just high enough in the air...to spike him back down on his neck!
Dick Morosi: D...F...I! DON'T FORGET IT!
Seth Ericson: That's just brutal!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
David Zinkus: Here is the winner of the Contender's Gauntlet...XAVIOR!
The winning warrior bounds up off the mat and back into the ropes, looking around as a grin forms on his face. Katie Hanneman makes it over to raise his hand, and Xavior falls back through the ropes to the floor, arms raised.
Dick Morosi: What a match! Great way to kick off The Autumn Effect! A big win here by Xavior, and he's got a chance to enter the Honor Cup with a match against the San Diego Bay Champion!
Seth Ericson: He's definitely made an impression on me!
Dick Morosi: Fans, we've got tons of big matches still to come, all the titles on the line! Let's head to the back!
WINNER: XAVIOR
We cut backstage, and sitting by himself is Shinji Uchikawa. In solitude, the KJPW rookie is drinking water and still a little excited from his first match in EXODUS, a victory for him that took him by surprise. As he sits there, suddenly a shadow towers over him as he is confronted by someone.
Voice: You know, usually the etiquette is to ask to use someone's finisher.
Uchikawa looks up and the camera pans over to see him being visited by...Jonathan Collins.
Shinji Uchikawa: I am...sorry. I try my best.
Jonathan Collins: You have nothing to apologize for. You don't know how to use it yet, a guy like TAKU can take advantage of those things. However...if you want to really learn how to use it...if you want to master a move like that...
Collins smiles and extends his hand.
Jonathan Collins: Let me help you find a better way. I'll give you what you need to know to be a champion.
Uchikawa smiles and enthusiastically shakes the hand of the EXODUS Pro Director, giving him a respectful bow.
Shinji Uchikawa: Thank you, Collins-sama!
Jonathan Collins: Don't you worry, Uchikawa. I'll do my best to help you.
Shinji grins and again bows, leaving Jonathan to watch him walk off, giving an assured nod.
