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As we come back from commercial, 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;



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.



Dick Morosi: Fans, two weeks ago we saw the return of Jimmy Riley, and...to say the very least, he made an impression-

Seth Ericson: Get it right, Morosi! First, it's “The Risen Star” Jimmy Riley, and second, he didn't just “make an impression,” he won the International Title!

Reaching ringside, Jimmy walks around to the far side of the ring, hoisting himself up to the apron. After looking out at the crowd, Riley nods at David Zinkus, then climbs up to the second rope, still on the outside of the ring.

David Zinkus: Now entering the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio...now residing in San Diego, California! Weighing in at two-hundred fourty-five pounds! This is the EXODUS Pro Wrestling International Champion! ...“THE RISING STAR”...JIMMY...RILEY!



Dick Morosi: Be that as it may, Seth, it's definitely a different Jimmy Riley. He's got a swagger about him, and he's got a different attitude...

Seth Ericson: I like it! I like that attitude, Dick, and it's already paying off for him!

Jimmy hops down into the ring, motioning to the ringside area where he receives a microphone. Pausing for a moment, Jimmy looks around at the fans, some of whom are lightly cheering him, though most continue to boo.

Jimmy Riley: Before we get to tonight's main event...I'd like to address something I saw. Let's go back, two weeks ago. Right after I won...my International Title-

The boos ratchet up quickly with his emphasis, and Jimmy shoots a look out at the fans, walking to the camera side and leaning forward on the ropes.

Jimmy Riley: ...As I was saying...Johnny Cannon, you went out onto Twitter, and you said you'd be coming for your International Title. Yours? You think that this beautiful gold belt, the one that currently resides around my waist...is yours? Johnny, you are greatly...sadly...pathetically mistaken.

The fans continue to boo, this time overwhelming Jimmy's voice before he can continue. He frowns.

Jimmy Riley: We can do this little dance here all night; I've got all the time in the world, but I assure you the lovely people at FX don't. You want to keep booing me and take away that main event, you go right ahead! Let's get down to business. I want to invite...not one...but TWO people out here, and that's...the FORMER EXODUS Pro World Tag Team Champions!

The crowd cheers at the mention of...

Jimmy Riley: Abby Park, Johnny Cannon! The Short Change Heroes, come on down!

After a moment, the opening strains of “Supernaut” cue up over the PA system, bringing the fans to their feet! Cannon and Park, both washed up and changed out of their gear. Cannon's already carrying a microphone, but visually defers to Riley standing in the ring.

Jimmy Riley: So glad you two could join us out here! First, let's have another round for the FORMER World Tag Team Champions, Abby Park...and the FORMER International Champion, Johnny Cannon!

The fans instead choose to boo the cocky champion in the ring, to which Cannon responds by pushing them to be louder! The fans respond, causing Jimmy's face to sour quickly.

Jimmy Riley: As I was saying, let's get to business. Johnny, you want to get your rematch, the one you say you deserve...one you say you're entitled to...

Dick Morosi: Of course he deserves it! Not only is he the former champion, he also didn't even get pinned to lose it!

Seth Ericson: Would you just shut up for a minute! The International Champion is talking!

Cannon nods, bringing the mic up to his mouth.

Johnny Cannon: You're damn right I do! You and me, one on one, and I'll get that belt back!

Jimmy quickly raises up his hand.

Jimmy Riley: Woahhh, slow up there, Johnny! I need to know that you're capable of being the first two-time International Champion here in EXODUS. I have to see that you can do something...you've never done before! And that...that's why I called both of you out here.

Dick Morosi: What's he talking about!?

Jimmy grins, beginning to pace around the ring as he continues.

Jimmy Riley: Now, I could test the two of you by saying you need to come in here in two weeks and beat The Turks. That's something you never did. I could say...two weeks from now, Fiona Rourke is back-

Jimmy can't even finish, as the fans pop for the mention of their returning hero!

Dick Morosi: San Diego loves Fiona Rourke!

Seth Ericson: He's trying to make a point here, come on!

Jimmy Riley: She's coming back...and you've never beaten her, Johnny. But no. Instead I need you to do something you've tried twice...and never done. Two weeks from now, right here in the RIMAC, in a Number One Contender's Match for myyyyy International Title...it's gonna be Johnny Cannon...against ABBY PARK!

The fans are mixed; the matches between Cannon and Park are well known among die hard EXODUS fans, but it's an idea out of the mouth of Jimmy Riley. On the stage, the Short Change Heroes exchange glances.

Jimmy Riley: That's right! You don't have to thank me, Johnny; I know how much you've been waiting to get that third match, the win you've so desperately wanted over Abby Park. I went to Edward Nair, I presented him with this idea, and let me tell you...he loved it! So I'm here to deliver that news to you – and these fans!

Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon deserves that rematch! And now he's got to go through his own tag team partner!

Seth Ericson: Look at him, Dick! You know he wanted this match, even just a little bit! He's competitive, and he's zero, one, and one against Abby Park!

Dick Morosi: I'm not denying that, Seth, but the fact that he has to fight Abby Park to get that shot is ludicrous!

Jimmy Riley: ...That's it, that's all you have to do, Johnny. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to lay a first class beating on our World Champion! Thanks for coming!

Cannon and Park uneasily head to the back; neither looks particularly happy at their situation as Jimmy hands his microphone off and removes his hoodie, leaning into the corner and waiting on the World Champion, Adrien Cochrane.

The lights in the arena dim as smoke starts to fill up the entrance way and ramp as a piano begins to play. With the sign of smoke comes fire on the EXOScreen and then as the music stops, up on the giant video wall...



Suddenly, the music kicks back in for the remainder of the intro of "Through the Fire" by Day of Fire!



As the chorus begins, out from the back, standing amidst the smoke and simulated fire is "The Dropkick King" Adrien Cochrane!

David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from New Orleans, Louisiana...HE IS THE DROPKICK KING, AND THE EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION...ADRIENNNNNNNN COCHRANE!

I'll see you through the flood,
See you through the fire,
See you through the storms-a-raging...

Adrien surveys the crowd, nodding and he finally pumps his fist, looking like he's slamming it down toward the ground, eliciting huge sparks of pyro that ignite from the top of the entrance way in time with his gesture! Starting to walk down the ramp, he nods his head in time with the music as he reaches his hands out, starting to slap hands with the fans who are cheering for him. Getting to the ring, he instantly hops up and practically slides across the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle to raise his arms to the crowd!



As the second time through the chorus starts, Adrien steps into the ring and moves across from where he enters, coming over to salute the other side of the audience! Continuing to salute the audience, Adrien finally hops down and starts to remove his shirt, looking intensely at the other side of the ring as he starts to mentally prepare for the match.

Dick Morosi: I think it's safe to say both of these men are looking to make a statement tonight. After fresh title victories, both are looking to prove they're not vulnerable champions.

Seth Ericson: Easier said than done, Dick. We've got a more focused than ever Jimmy Riley and a determined Adrien Cochrane.

Special Singles Match, Champion vs. Champion!
Adrien Cochrane (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. Jimmy Riley (EXODUS Pro International Champion)

Adrien and Jimmy remain in their respective corners as referee Katie Hanneman calls for the bell. Adrien comes to the center of the ring, offering his hand to the International Champion. Riley comes forward and looks out to the crowd as they give a mixed reaction, considering Adrien's sign of respect and a host of other factors. Riley looks him dead in the eyes, not sure what to do for a moment, before finally agreeing to shake his hand. He lets go quickly and hammers Adrien in the face with a left, instantly reminding the crowd why they booed him in the first place. Riley hammers Cochrane in the face again before backing him up toward the ropes. The referee begins to count to break them up before stepping in between them. Riley looks to hit Cochrane one more time, bringing the World Champ to flinch before Riley stops and smirks, stepping back from the ropes as he taps Adrien's chest to steady him, leading him to back up and pose.

Dick Morosi: Jimmy Riley not short of confidence here.

Seth Ericson: Of course not. When your stock is rising as quick as it has over the past two weeks, wouldn't you be confident?

Adrien nods a little, getting off the ropes and sizing up Riley before they lock up finally, Riley having a major size advantage over the World Champ. He uses it to start backing up Adrien into a corner, the ref starting a count again. He looks to slowly back away again, but Riley gives Cochrane a huge elbow to the face. Riley slams another elbow into Adrien's face before starting to whip him to the opposite corner, but Adrien reverses and as Riley hits the corner, Adrien comes in with a huge high impact dropkick that knocks Riley to his ass! Adrien backs up and comes off the ropes, running in with a running face wash boot that shows he's willing to go just as aggressive as Jimmy wishes! The crowd begins to cheer as Adrien pulls Jimmy out of the corner, nailing a senton onto Riley before he tries to hook a leg for a pin, but Riley quickly shakes him off and rolls out of the ring to regroup. Riley starts trying to slow the pace down, glancing back at the ring before he sees a charging Cochrane...who flies over the ropes with a huge tope con hilo that sends Riley down onto the arena floor! The crowd cheers as the champ gets up and starts pumping up the crowd, ready to give them more!

Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane showing Jimmy Riley just WHY he is the World Champ!

Seth Ericson: You mean it's not obvious? C'mon, man.

Adrien gets up and starts to pick up Riley, who just shoves him off. Adrien charges, and Riley sidesteps him and pushes him into one of the steel ring posts, Adrien hitting the ground with a sick thud after hitting it. Riley points to his head, noting that he made the smarter move at that point, and gets Adrien back into the ring before going to hook a leg for the cover.

One...




Two...



KICKOUT!

Riley stares down Hanneman for a moment as he gets Adrien up for a moment, starting to set him up for the Light 'Em Up, but Adrien wiggles out, backing him toward the ropes as Adrien goes for a roll up...

One...




Two...


KICKOUT! Jimmy looks angrily on at Adrien before charging toward him again, Adrien rolling through him and grabbing the leg into a half crab! The crowd cheers as Adrien sinches in his submission, Riley quickly getting to the ropes and Adrien breaking quickly and fairly. Adrien starts to watch Riley get up, pumping the fans up as he looks to be sizing Riley up for the Adrien Cutter, but he comes in for it---Riley shoves him off, but grabs him by the wrist and pulls him back in...SUPERNOVA LARIAT! Riley quickly rolls Adrien back up and onto his feet before grabbing him into a fireman's carry...FLAPJACK! He doesn't seem to be letting up on his quick and intense offense, as he climbs to the middle turnbuckle and drops a huge elbow onto the face of the World Champ!

Dick Morosi: Jimmy Riley is hanging with the World Champion!

Seth Ericson: Would you expect anything less? This is the Jimmy Riley we've been waiting for!

Riley starts to pick up Adrien again, getting him to his knees before he hammers him in the face with a huge right. Getting Adrien fully to his feet now, Riley lifts him up and gives him an inverted atomic drop before dropping Cochrane down again with a roaring elbow. Riley begins to taunt Adrien again, and one more time, he starts to prepare. The moment Adrien gets up, he starts to go for the Light 'Em Up one more time, but this time Adrien wiggles out...he starts to send Riley toward a corner, but Riley reverses...Adrien steps up the ropes...ACE-INATOR ONTO RILEY! The crowd is absolutely off the charts for the World Champ, and he starts feeding off the energy of the crowd...but something has his attention up on the stage...

Dick Morosi: That's the former champ!

Seth Ericson: Lady Halliwell is in the building!

Indeed, Heather Halliwell has returned, and she's coming down towards the timekeeper's table, arguing with them before she yanks the EXODUS Pro World Title from them. Adrien starts to look over and yell at Heather, asking what she's doing! She ignores Adrien as she drapes the belt over her shoulder, waving to the crowd again like a queen, all as she begins to march up the ramp satisfied.

Dick Morosi: She's taking the World Title from Adrien Cochrane!

Seth Ericson: What did you expect? She never lost it! Too many cooks in the kitchen!

Adrien is trying to find out what's going on, and as he does so, Jimmy Riley gets up and rolls up Adrien as he holds the tights...

ONE...



TWO....








THREEANDADRIENKICKSOUT! Hanneman calls for the bell as "D.O.A." starts up again!

David Zinkus: Here is your winner...the EXODUS Pro International Champion...JIMMY RILEY!

Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell cost Adrien Cochrane this match!

Seth Ericson: She didn't even touch him! He cost himself the match by spending more time focusing on Heather and not finishing off Riley!

Dick Morosi: Well as we heard earlier, he'll get his revenge in two weeks. For Seth Ericson, I'm Dick Morosi, good night, everyone!

The scene starts to fade to copyright as Jimmy Riley stands on the ramp victorious, the referee holding his hand up in victory as he smirks and holds up the International Title.

WINNER: JIMMY RILEY

As we return from commercial, we're back at ringside as Josh Turner’s “Long Black Train” continues to play over the RIMAC’s PA system and the crowd begins to boo immediately as they are soon greeted by the unfortunate return of the Reverend Jerry Matthews. The crowd begins to shower him with boos, as he appears at the top of the entrance ramp with two cloaked followers at either of his sides. His entry contains little to no theatrics as the trio walks slowly down the ramp. All are dressed in rather humble brown robes usually reserved for medieval monks, and none of them seem to even notice the intense levels of vitriol thrown their way. Matthews, unlike his companions, has his hood down, while their identities remain concealed. Despite all this, he still looks a little worn from his intense match with Abby Park just moments ago.

The three climb the nearest set of ring stairs. Inside the ring, we find a pulpit standing in its center, with a large wooden barrel sitting to the pulpit’s left. The Reverend Matthews steps behind the pulpit, both of his cloaked followers flanking him on either side. He allows time for the crowd’s boos to die down before he begins to address them.

Jerry Matthews: Brothers and sisters in Christ, tonight is the night that you all shall come to realize how vile the path EXODUS Pro has wandered down in recent months truly is. For too long now, I as a believer in the Father have been endlessly and wrongfully prosecuted. For serving as the Lord’s mouthpiece. Being shunned for merely trying to save each and every one of you from eternal hellfire. This is hardly the way a prophet with the best of intentions deserves to be treated!!!

The RIMAC once again begins to rain boos down on the self-professed holy man.

Jerry Matthews: Friends, it is not me you should be booing. You should never shoot the messenger. Instead, your hate should be directed to those who have allowed EXODUS Pro to deteriorate to this point. People like Selena Alexander and Genesis Logan, who despite my best efforts, continue to carry on their forbidden love affair in secret. Or people like Sylar Drake and Chris Strike, two men who made the unholiest of blood pacts for their own personal advancement. The now wingless seraphim Fiona Rourke. Or even your precious World Champion, Adrien Cochrane, who blindly followed the greater of the two evils in the war of attrition against LEGION.

The crowd begins to murmur at the mention of the new World Champion.

Jerry Matthews: But, my flock, no one deserves more of your hate than the false prophet that has ceaselessly manipulated the minds of the weak into ensuring he has an indestructible power base. Of course, I’m talking about the great serpent himself, your beloved “Saint of Violence” Jonathan Collins.

A slight cheer breaks out in the RIMAC.

Jerry Matthews: Under his power, EXODUS Pro has slowly begun to rot from the inside out. Never before has someone in authority abused their power as he has. Collins stole my San Diego Bay Championship from me to place it on one of his chosen followers in Sylar Drake. He then co-opted his puppet king Nicholas Gray to suspend me for simple retaliation. A victory was stolen from me against Chris Strike. Enough is enough of this tyranny. No longer will I stand and allow EXODUS Pro to stray from the Lord’s path. No longer will the falsest of prophets hold sway over the minds of many. However, I fear that there is only one way that this can happen.

Matthews motions to one of his cloaked followers, who nods accordingly.

Jerry Matthews: There is only one way to truly forever wash away the debts Jonathan Collins has created. And that, brothers and sisters, is to wash away the sins of the father with a more, shall we say, pure soul. Only by welcoming another soul into the Lord’s flock can we hope to compensate for the evil running throughout EXODUS Pro.

Matthews abruptly stops and steps away from the pulpit. One of his cloaked followers picks it up to reveal a trap door beneath it. The follower reaches down and opens the door, and comes back out with the EXODUS Pro Director’s daughter, Madison. She doesn’t struggle and allows the follower to bring her out into the ring.

Dick Morosi: THAT’S MADISON COLLINS! That’s the daughter of our Director, Jonathan Collins! Jerry Matthews has lost his mind!

Seth Ericson: This is bad, Dick. This is really bad.

As Jerry reaches for the arm of the young girl, the opening sounds of “Last Man Standing” by People In Planes begins to play, and the crowd turns their heads and start to cheer as out from the back stands Jonathan Collins! Marching toward the ring with a purpose, Assistant Director Darrin Stearns is trying to talk Collins out of what he’s thinking of doing, but considering the fact that “The Saint of Violence” is removing his suit jacket, it’s clear he’s already made up his mind. Quickly, Nicholas Gray runs out from the back to help talk sense into Collins as well.

Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews has taken steps to make this war personal with Jonathan Collins, and it’s clear that he’s finally hit his breaking point!

Matthews abruptly grabs a hold of Madison, who begins to kick and scream. He holds her over the now-open barrel.

Jerry Matthews: As you once said at Endgame, Collins, when you started this war, the Lord giveth and the taketh away.

Collins is beside himself, and both Nicholas Gray and Darrin Stearns are trying to convince Collins not to make a move to risk any problems, let alone what could happen to Jonathan’s daughter. Finally, Jonathan sighs before he looks down in defeat...BEFORE GOING INTO THE RING AND AFTER JERRY! Jerry starts trying to hold Madison’s head down in the barrel of water, but Collins spears Jerry, leaving Madison to scamper out of the ring and into the protective arms of Jon’s lifelong friend Stearns. In Jon’s anger, he spends too much time trying to get Jerry into the Koji Clutch portion of the OMEGA-16, leaving Matthews to gain an upper hand on the Director. Starting to punch and pound away at Collins, things are going well until the lights go out in the RIMAC.

Dick Morosi: What the hell?

Seth Ericson: WE’VE ANGERED GOD!




























Suddenly, the PA System comes to life with the sound of “The Ocean” by Tonight Alive, and as soon as the crowd realizes what’s going on, the lights come on and the crowd cheers for…

Dick Morosi: ...FIONA ROURKE!

Rourke is standing on the stage and has made a sprint down, going immediately after Matthews, who has high tailed it out of the ring, and Fiona is pacing around the ring furious. Her eyes land on Darrin and Nick huddled near Jon, causing Fiona to run over. She checks him over, hands running over her fiance’s face and neck to assess the damage. Darrin is seen speaking to her, motioning to Madison Collins in the ring. Quickly, Fiona slides into the ring then kneels as Madison runs over, hugging Fiona tightly before Fiona is running her hands over the girl to make sure she is okay and not harmed. A visible sigh of relief escapes Fiona before she stands up slowly, clutching the microphone tightly as the crowd is cheering and screaming like crazy. Her face is livid as she stares in the direction of Jerry Matthews.

Fiona Rourke: Didn’t think you’d see me again so soon didja, huh Jerry? Well, surprise ‘cause I’m here to take back everything you took away from me! I’ve spent the last 10 weeks of my career holed up with this injury away from my family, away from my home, and away from all of the fans and it KILLED ME! I had to sit back and watch as EXODUS fall into the hands of a person whom I used to believe was a friend but turned into some kind of looney, all because I wasn’t here to stop it. YOU MADE THIS HAPPEN, JERRY! You did this to me and I will never let it happen again! Especially not after tonight. Because if it’s personal you want? It’s personal you’re going to get. How dare you involve an innocent child? How dare you involve THIS innocent little girl?!

Fiona stops talking, her hand stroking Madison’s hair before she takes her hand and leads her out of the ring and over to Darrin, where he is still with Jon and Nick. Fiona, still livid, goes back to the middle of the ring as the crowd is cheering and chanting for the Strong Style Seraph.

Fiona Rourke: Like I said, you’re going to get personal because if you’re messing with Jon’s personal life? You’re messing with mine. These people are my family and I will do ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING to protect my family. You hurt the ones I love, and now I’m going to hurt YOU ten times worse than anything you can even imagine. Jerry, I have spent every waking moment of the last few weeks waiting for this knee to heal up so I could put an end to you and your hatred. You think you’re on some divine mission? Well, I’ve got news for you, padre...you’re about as holy and divine as the Westboro Baptist. At what point does someone have enough that they need to find a way to put an end to your bigoted and hated ways? Selena Alexander couldn’t do it. Johnny Cannon put you down but couldn’t finish it off. Me? By the grace of whoever is up above and in the name of the Gray, the Stearns, AND THE GODDAMN SAINT OF VIOLENCE, I AM GOING TO PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR BIGOTED MISERY! So, go run to the mountain top, Jerry! Preach your hate and spew your venom. Tell your congregation the Strong Style Seraph is back…and hell’s coming with her! I’ll see you in the ring at The Autumn Effect. Why? Because I’m back, and just like I told the world...someone needs to reap what they sow.

The crowd erupts as Fiona is staring him down, looking right at Jerry before she raises an eyebrow and smirks, bringing the mic up one more time.

Fiona Rourke: Oh, and Jerry?

She stops and holds the mic up to the crowd who know exactly what to do.

Crowd: DEUCES, BITCH!

“The Ocean” by Tonight Alive starts up again as she drops the mic with a flick of the wrist, daring Matthews to come into the ring and challenge her. To prove her point, Fiona starts flexing her leg, demonstrating her knee is healthy and she’s ready for action, all as she again gestures for Jerry to try to take her on.

Dick Morosi: Listen to this crowd, Seth! They have welcomed back our former World Champion and they look ready to see her get her revenge on Jerry Matthews!

Seth Ericson: Whether we like it or not, Jerry knew exactly how to get into the head of Jonathan Collins...except now he's also managed to put himself in this position.

Dick Morosi: We've got to clear everything up here, because we've got triple threat action momenta--

Dick is interrupted as Jonathan Collins is still out at ringside with Nicholas, Darrin, Fiona, and Madison as he looks to be saying something to Dick.

Dick Morosi: ...are you serious? Are you sure?

Collins nods as he picks up his daughter and starts walking to the back with the group, furious.

Dick Morosi: Folks, I've just been told personally by Jonathan Collins that in two weeks, our main event is Fiona Rourke...she's teaming with Adrien Cochrane to meet Heather Halliwell...and Jerry Matthews!

Seth Ericson: Holy crap! They said she'd be back on EXPRO #6, and she really is!

Dick Morosi: We need to simmer down...let's cut to the back real quick.

We cut backstage to one of the locker rooms, finding Kira T. Zeppeli packing his bag for the night, placing his work clothes into the bag, though he elects to keep the belt around his shoulder. He hefts the bag up and turns, to find Magnus Gunner standing in front of him. There is silence for a few moments as the two stare each other down. Finally, Gunner nods, holding his hand out. Clutched in it is a shirt. Kira reaches out, taking it. He unfurls it, revealing to the camera that it's a Gods & Monsters shirt. Kira looks at Gunner with a hungry grin.

Kira T. Zeppeli: What a perfect fit.

We fade back to Dick and Seth, both of whom look distressed.

Dick Morosi: That couldn't mean...

Seth Ericson: It's like Gunner said, bad things come in threes. By bad things...I guess he meant despair.

Dick Morosi: Kira T. Zeppeli in Gods & Monsters. I think that's the last thing anyone on the roster wants to hear.

Seth Ericson: Besides Gunner and Lifer, of course. Speaking of Lifer....

Dick Morosi: That's right, it's time for a hell of a triple threat that promises to be an explosive one! Andreas Lasiewicz gets his hands on Zack Lifer, but with a cog thrown into the mix in the form of the Barroom Hero himself, Wulf Erikssen! All three men have a stake in the tag division, and they all have ample reason to smash the others' faces in. This is gonna be something special, take it away David!

David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is under no-DQ rules!

From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!

The words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. The lights are pitch black except for a few golden lights beaming down and search the crowd. Suddenly, a figure is seen moving towards the ring, down the stairs from the audience. As the camera zooms in, the figure is revealed to be none other than Zack Lifer. He hops the barricade, a twisted grin a mile wide on his face as the crowd continues to rain down boos. He glances at the crowd in confusion, clearly not understanding why they chose to boo instead of cheer him.

David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 202 pounds... ZACK LIFER!!!

Dick Morosi: This guy! After his many confrontations with Lasie since coming to EXODUS, this is sure to be a treat.

Seth Ericson: You got that right, Dick. And you best believe he's in this match to get revenge after Lasie took him out of action at Endgame. If anyone can hold a grudge, it's Lifer.

Dick Morosi: How can you tell?

Seth Ericson: Don't you watch Twitter? He never lets anything go. And certainly not Lasie.

Dick Morosi: This is sure to be a heated battle then, one for the ages.

Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?

Lifer sprints towards the ring, walking up the steel steps while keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder, several signs directed at Lifer in the crowd.

Don't you care to see the difference I've made?

The camera zooms out from the crowd signs and watches Zack as he quickly hops the top rope effortlessly and raises his fist to the sky with a livid expression on his face which quickly turned into a smirk. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress as the lights in the arena begin to dim slightly as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. After that happens, several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. He pauses then points his baton towards the ring as he slowly paces there.

As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he's looking for answers with the baton still in hand.

David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 257 pounds... "The Morning Star" ANDREAS LASIEWICZ!!!

Seth Ericson: You better believe that baton will come into play tonight in this no-DQ contest.

Suddenly, the opening words of "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys echo around the arena as the entrance way becomes illuminated in red and white light. As the music kicks in, Wulf enters the arena with a bottle of beer in his hand, escorted by Stacey-X. Wulf walks about the entrance way, sealed bottle of beer in whilst saluting the crowd, as Stacey eggs the crowd on, clapping her hands. He passes the bottle to Stacey, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

David Zinkus: And their opponent, from Romford, Essex, England and weighing in at 224 pounds... WULF ERIKSSEN!!!

Dick Morosi: Wulf is the dark horse of the night and remember, that bottle of Stacey's is in bounds.

Seth Ericson: With all the angry personalities in this ring right now, why do I get the feeling that that bottle's not gonna survive the end of the night?

Following this, he sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises an arm in salute to the audience, as Stacey walks down to ringside. Wulf then turns to face his twp opponents, cracking his knuckles as he waits for the bell to ring.

Special Triple Threat Match
Zack Lifer vs. Wulf Erikssen vs. Andreas Lasiewicz

The bell sounds, the police baton still sight in Lasie's fist, as he raises it to the sky and lunges at Zack who narrowly dodges it by stepping to the side quickly, his cunning clearly evident. Without hesitation, in one quick movement, his arm swung for Wulf, knocking him in the chest, enough to knock him down to the mat with a terrifying thump. Andreas changes his focus back to Lifer, his eyes growing angry, filling with fire, as he made another lunge at the psychotic child at heart. This time however, Lasie was more successful, landing his blow hard against Lifer's sternum. He withered in pain but refused to go down, his heart clearly showing as he fought back, a sneaky low blow that caused Lasie to fall to the floor and drop his police baton to the mat.

Zack Lifer: You ain't getting rid of me that easy!

Zack's voice was audible as he shouted, expecting the crowd to let out a cheer but only boos rained down on him, something that caught his attention. His back was turned, listening to the crowd, while suddenly an awakened Wulf retaliated with a devastating headbutt, knocking Lifer to the floor.

Dick Morosi: This match is truly filled with enough twists and turns, isn't it? It's anyone's game right now!

Seth Ericson: And Wulf with the save, a righter of wrongs. Man, I'm really getting sick of this guy, aren't you? Where's Gunner to beat the snot out of him again?

Dick was silent, slowly shaking his head back and forth.

Seth Ericson: You're a disgrace to the Erikssen name, Wulf!

Seth called out to the ring, his name and Wulf's being eerily similar to each other. Another distraction, Wulf's eyes darting to the announce table before quickly looking back at Stacey, seeing the bottle in her hand. His mind fought through it, ignoring the obvious weapon to fit in with his moral code, if only for Lasiewicz to quickly crawl out towards the ropes where Stacey stood, trying to reach for the bottle in her hands. Wulf grabs Lasie's legs quickly, pulling him away if only for Lasie to grab a hold of the ropes instead, trying to pull himself out of the ring. A struggle. Lasie's left leg slips out of Wulf's hand and he kicks Wulf in the face several times, trying to get him to let go of his other leg. Success. His grip fails, allowing Lasie to shuffle out from under the bottom rope and head towards Stacey, corning her into the corner of the barricade, letting out his signature cruel laugh he's known for before swiping the bottle from her hands suddenly. His face is blank as he steps away from her, his attention suddenly shifting towards a flying Zack Lifer suicide diving straight for him.

Seth Ericson: Ouch! He just split Lifer's forehead open with that beer bottle!!

Dick Morosi: Zack's bleeding, Seth! He's bleeding! Lasie's got the edge in this match for sure, I don't know how Lifer's going to-

As if he could hear their words, his eyes opened, Zack Lifer's body on his back as he started letting out a psychotic, boyish laugh that could be heard quite clearly for the audience watching at home on FX. He got to his feet fairly slowly, laughing the whole time. Inside the ring, not distracted one bit, Lasie landed his signature finisher on Wulf, a confident look on his face. The Unforgettable Fire! Wulf was down, knocked cold as Lifer slowly creeped into the ring, behind the eyes of Lasiewicz.

Seth Ericson: You gotta give this guy credit though, Dick. I bet if you were hit in the head with a glass beer bottle, you'd be down for days, huh? Wouldn't you?!

Dick Morosi: Well, I suppose so, but- Lasie, watch out! He's right behind you!

Andreas Lasiewicz went for the pin, unbeknownst to Lifer inside the ring. He approached them, a smirk on his lips as he stayed as silent as possible.

1!!!

He moved closer and closer, leaning down to reach in Lasie's direction as quick as he could.

2!!!!!!

Zack suddenly picked up Lasie's police baton, holding it over his shoulder.

3!!!!!!!!!!!

Before the bell even rang, Lifer was out of the ring, heading up the ramp with his prize in hand to everyone's shock, that psychotic laugh of his sounding throughout the arena, a giant, toothy smile on his face with blood pouring down his face, dripping off the bridge of his nose.

David Zinkus: Here is your winner via pinfall…“THE MORNING STAR,” ANDREAS LASIEWICZ!!!!!!

Lasie raises to his feet, his eyes connecting with Zack's walking backwards up the ramp quickly with his prized baton, a look of annoyance plastered over Lasie's face. He shook his head, clearly angry, taking out his frustrations on Wulf with one last swift kick.

Seth Ericson: What the hell just happened?! Lifer could've easily broke the pin. He could've gave Lasie a final Forced Suicide to take home the victory!

Dick Morosi: I don't think he cared about the victory as much as he cared about getting inside the head of Andreas Lasiewicz. He may have won the match, but it was an empty win with nothing on the line. He lost more than he gained and that, Seth, is why Zack Lifer may just be a psychotic genius.

WINNER: Andreas Lasiewicz

Seth Ericson: Either way, it was one hell of a match, and I'm sure this ain't the last time these two will be in the ring together after that display. Let's head ba--

The camera is focused on the ring. Out of nowhere there is a sudden bout of static. The white noise echoes about until the image is restored. We are looking upon the ring once more, but this time there is no crowd. In fact, the ring itself looks quite fake, almost plastic. A figure appears in the ring, being lowered in from the rafters attached by thin pieces of string. This figure, a rubber doll looking figure covered in white stains bears a striking resemblance to Chris Marks. A high pitched squeak sounds out from the background.

Voice: OOOOH LOOK AT ME! MY NAME IS CHRIS MARKS AND I HAVE A TEENY, TINY WINKY RIDDLED WITH STDS! I HAS NO HOME AS I HAS NO FRIENDS BECAUSE I’M A STOOOOPID MEANY WITH A TENDENCY TO FEEL MYSELF UP ON THE SUBWAY! MY HOBBIES INCLUDE SLAPPING MYSELF WITH A RUBBER CHICKEN AND DANCING TO RICKY MARTIN SONGS!

Another figure, obviously a puppet is lowered into the ring. This one is a voluptuous blonde in a tight white dress.

Voice: HI THERE! I’M HEATHER HALLIWELL AND EVEN THOUGH I’M SUPER COOL AND THE BESTEST LADY WRESTLER IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD I NEED SAVING FROM THIS PLAGUE INFESTED CHUMPO BEFORE ME!

The hand begins to move the Marks doll about frantically.

Voice: OH HEATHER! COME OVER HERE AND LET ME MAKE A SEX ON YOU! IT WONT LAST LONG AND I’LL DISAPPOINT YOU AS YOU WONT BE ABLE FIND MY PRIVATE PARTS BUT I REALLY WANNA DO A RAPE AS NO ONE WILL EVER, EVER TOUCH ME BECAUSE I SMELL LIKE YAK URINE!

The hand moves the Heather doll away from Marks, voicing her as he does so.

Voice: OH, WILL SOMEBODY HELP ME! SOMEONE SMALL IN STATURE AND WEARING A SEXY TURBAN!

The camera pans back to reveal none other than Prince Kamijo’s man servant Blowjob holding the dolls in his tiny hands.

Blowjob: I WILL SAVE YOU, SEXY HEATHER! DON’T WORRY ABOUT THAT BALL LESS SCROTUM!

Blowjob begins to punch the Marks doll repeatedly in the face, then pulls out a bottle of ketchup and starts squirting it all over it. He then hurls the sauce covered Marks out of view.

Blowjob: OH BLOWJOB, YOU SAVED MY VIRGINITY! HOW CAN I EVER REPAY YOU? HOW ABOUT I SHOW YOU MY PERKY NIPPLES THEN WE CAN DRY HUMP TILL THE SUN COMES UP?

Blowjob begins to blush at his own words as he strokes the Heather dolls platinum locks.

Blowjob: OH HEATHER… WELL…

Chris Marks: What the fu--?

The real Chris Marks strolls into view, ironically wearing the exact same outfit as the action figure Blowjob was playing with.

Chris Marks: What the hell are you doing?

Blowjob: ERM… WANNA SEE HEATHER DOLL’S PERKY NIPS?

Chris Marks: Oh… Sure…

Marks then nastily snatches the doll away from Blowjob as the midget yelps.

Chris Marks: You are absolutely pathetic, you jumped up f(BLEEP)ing freak! Playing with dolls? Are you twelve?

Blowjob: I LOOK TWELVE…

Chris Marks: Shut up!

Marks then slaps the diminutive BJ Mandeep around the head, almost knocking the small man over. Blowjob has tears welling up in his eyes.

Blowjob: I’LL TELL ON YOU! GIMME BACK MY DOLLY!

Chris Marks: SHUT UP! And you can tell your friend ‘WEAPON’ that I WILL meet him in the ring next week. I ain’t afraid of him. I ain’t afraid of any threats made on the EXODUS podcast. I ain’t afraid of anyone!

Sexual Voice: Ahem…

A finger taps Marks on the shoulder. He turns around to see the ever elegant Prince Kamijo towering over him. He looks at Marks, then to Blowjob. Then back to Marks, then back to Blowjob. Then he looks at the camera as an orchestra begins to strike up in the background. Then he looks at a monkey on the table. Then he turns to look at his horse ‘Former MWA World Heavyweight Champion CJ Osborne’. Then back to Marks, then back to Blowjob. Then he looks at a potted plant bearing the label ‘Steve’. Then he looks at Badgerface who has shuffled into view. Then at dancing sumo wrestler. Then back to Marks, then back to Blowjob. Then he looks upon a man dressed up as a banana, then Ringo Starr, then back to Marks, then back to Blowjob. Then out of nowhere he spits white mist directly into Chris Marks face as the orchestra finishes of with a 'DUN DUN DUUUUUNNN'! Marks wails and tumbles out of view blinded.

Blowjob: HEHE!

Just as Kamijo is about to speak, however, another figure approaches. Clad in a poorly fitting black suit, this tall slim figure is pale and has absolutely no features on his face. No eyes, no nose, no mouth, nothing. Blowjob points a shaking finger in its direction.

Blowjob: IS T-T-T-THAT… SLENDERMA—

Kamijo suddenly cuts his man servant off.

Prince Kamijo: Oh not at all, my little Blowjob. That’s Christian Kane…

Panic suddenly strikes everyone in the room.

Prince Kamijo: Oh burgled turds! It’s Christian Kane! He’s come for the children! RUN!

STATIC

Coming back from commercial the cameras are backstage inside Christian Kane’s private locker room. As a little ‘Backstage Pass’ graphic comes up in the bottom right hand corner of the screen we see The Deformed Drifter pacing back and forth with his mask already fitted ensuring that for another week the world does not see his face.

Dick Morosi: A little insider view into Christian Kane’s locker room here and hopefully it’s not as graphic or violent as last week.

Seth Ericson: Hopefully so, but hey, this is a new Christian Kane we’re seeing Dick – he has lost his marbles. Anything goes!

Mumbling to himself as he paces across the room the door suddenly swings open and Kylar Stark strolls into the room, instantly causing Christian Kane to go on the defensive. With his fists clenched Kane steps to Kylar who stands his ground and the pair stare each other down!

Seth Ericson: Nothing graphic or violent? DENIED. These two are gonna explode! Just look at their faces, Dick.

The two EXODUS Pro wrestlers don’t blink what-so-ever as their eyes continue to stay locked, an eerie silence in the air causing a very tense atmosphere backstage. Kane’s emotion lay in his eyes, darting back and forth from inside the mask at Kylar’s. Finally Christian motions with his eyes towards the door, advising Kylar Stark to exit his locker room, and after another tense few seconds he does so, leaving the door open on his way out. Shaking his head Kane slams the door shut and turns on a monitor in front of a sofa to watch Chris Strike and Sally Talford take on Magnus Gunner and Kira T. Zeppeli as we cut back to ringside for our next match!

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her.

David Zinkus: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is Sally!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Elena as she starts to stretch for the match.

The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “March of Mephisto” by Kamelot blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.

Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, all while keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring. Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “March of Mephisto” fades…

A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is shined on by red light, the house lights dimming and filling the arena with darkness. The crimson hues float over the entryway and ramp, absorbed by the somewhat blank canvas of the squared circle. Suddenly the tranquil and quiet ambiance in the arena is poisoned by the sound of "The Quiet Place" by In Flames which rumbles onto the P.A. system. The aforementioned arena is quickly filled with boos and waves of hatred filled jeers as the curtains begin to sway ever so slightly; all eyes feast themselves upon the said commotion at the entryway, followed by a sudden increase in the crowd's negative uproar which signals the emergence of the Loaded Pistol.

David Zinkus: Fighting out of Detroit Michigan, he stands at six foot-four inches tall, and weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty pounds... he is "The Loaded Pistol" MAGNUS GUNNER!



As his name echoes through the venue, the velvet curtains are ruffled from their suspension with the brushing of white hockey-tape covered hands. Magnus is revealed to the teaming masses of humanity with a pair of black knee pads and boots, along with a pair of denim shorts and a Stone Temple Pilots T-shirt, half soaked with water that drips from his jet black locks. Gunner stands still and tall at the apex of the ramp, his face black, his wavy hair covering his face as his head hangs askew whilst he poses in the crucifix. Magnus begins to march down the aisle, removing his shirt and carelessly tossing it to the floor in the process as he proceeds to walk with a slow, methodical, fatigued-appearing amble, with his shoulders relaxed and arms dangling loosely, his weight shifting from foot to foot to cause him to somewhat sway - idiosyncrasies that go unmatched yet unnoticed to the untrained eye.

"Judge me now
Used to be afraid to let it show, bow down
A king in my own mind
Everything's in place so much brighter from today"

Gunner knees up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle. His head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch a top the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral, twisted, demented thoughts and plans he intends to carry out to torment his adversary.



Magnus climbs down from the corner and drops down into the ring, his feet landing on the canvas with a slight thud. He slowly backs into the corner and crouches slightly, his cold-blooded eyes unblinking as his theme fades away.

The lights dim at the sound of what seems to be machinery or something similar chugging away with more electronic distortions coming through, seemingly destroying the reception on the EXOTron before the it seems to give way to music and a hijacked reception of just a cold, emotionless face. The haunting same notes on a piano seem to repeat until drums and the remainder of the music kicks in for Akira Yamaoka's "Rain of Brass Petals (Three Voices Edit)" starts. The lights flash in unison with the piano as they pulse, when it just suddenly seems that in between pulses someone finally has the light reflect against them.

David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle...Kira T. Zeppeli!

A brief pause after vocals with more static and the haunting repetition of the piano chord before the drums pick back up and he begins to move again.

"I am the sickened
Alone in a faceless crowd
A human caught in monochrome dreams
I scream to wake up..."

Reaching the ringside area, he examines the side of the ring facing the entrance before slowly lifting himself up and sitting on it. For a moment, he looks deep in thought before he closes his eyes and slowly rolls himself into the ring to sit in the corner as the lights keep pulsing. Removing the hooded sweatshirt he entered the arena with, he slowly sits and waits for his opponent and the match to start.

Tag Team Match
Chris Strike & Sally Talfourd (Half EXODUS Tag Team Champions vs. Magnus Gunner & Kira T. Zeppeli (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion)

Sally and Chris Strike talk and decide Sally will start the match. Magnus orders Zeppeli out of the ring. He and Sally stare down as the bell rings.

Seth Ericson: Sally the champion taking on one of the men she beat to become one!

Sally and Magnus lock up, and Magnus goes to lock Sally in a headlock, but she slips behind. She grabs Magnus’s head, but Magnus knocks her away and Sally staggers backward. Magnus quickly hits her with an enziguri that drops Sally to the mat. He quickly grabs Sally’s leg and goes for an ankle lock, but Sally kicks him away and scrambles to her feet. She goes to tag in Strike, but Magnus grabs her by the hair and yanks her backward. Sally turns around and hits Magnus with a roundhouse kick.

Seth Ericson: Nice shot to the ribs there by Sally.

Magnus takes a step and back Sally kicks him in the shin, then the knees. Magnus falls to one knee, and Sally runs at him. She jumps on Magnus’s leg and hits him with a Shining Wizard. She follows with a kick to the head before going for a leg drop. Magnus rolls out of the way, and Sally collides with the mat. But she’s quick to her feet. Magnus is up, but Sally immediately take him out with a running leg lariat. He gets up on his knees, and Sally hits him with a kick to the stomach, then the chest, then the head. Magnus falls backward and Sally nails the leg drop.

Seth Ericson: Sally is going for the classic, death of a thousand kicks.

Dick Morosi: She moves like a hummingbird, elegantly fluttering from flower to flower.

Seth Ericson: Just say that she’s fast, Dick.

Sally picks Magnus up and sets him up for a neckbreaker, but Magnus punches her in the stomach before knocking her down with a shoulder block. Sally jumps to her feet, but Magnus hits her with a knife edge chop before picking her up into a German suplex. He covers.

One….



Sally kicks out.

Magnus picks Sally up, and Sally drops down and jams her shoulder into his stomach before popping up with a European uppercut that stuns Magnus to the mat. Sally grabs Magnus and puts him in a single leg Boston Crab, but Magnus easily manages to get himself to the bottom rope.

One…

Two….

Sally breaks her hold. Magnus uses the ropes to pull himself up and Sally catches him with an arm drag. Magnus stands up and Sally runs at him, but Magnus hits her with a gut kick. Sally staggers backward, and both opponents look at each other.

Dick Morosi: We’re seeing some great back and forth action here.

Seth Ericson: This is why they’re both two of the top people in EXODUS!

Magnus smiles. He wags his finger at Sally before stepping back and tagging Zeppeli in.

Dick Morosi: Kira T. Zeppeli gets some action with Sally Talfourd.

Seth Ericson: Yeah he does.

Zeppeli runs forward and immediately gets hit with a dropkick from Sally. He ducks her, then comes across the ring to hit her with a single hand bulldog. Zeppeli goes to kick her, but Sally rolls out of the way and Zeppeli whiffs. She then jumps and tags Chris Strike in.

Seth Ericson: Time to see Chris in action!

Zeppeli starts to get up and Strike hits him with a running knee. Strike falls right on top of Zeppeli for punches, but Zeppeli knocks him away. Zeppeli flips him into an arm, but Strike rolls over and locks Zeppeli in a head scissors. Zeppeli struggles to pry his way lose. He can’t do that, but he manages to gets his foot on the bottom rope.

One…

Two….

Strike releases. Zeppeli gets to his feet. Strike goes to grapple with him, but Zeppeli hits him with an arm drag. Strike gets up and Zeppeli hits him with a second. Strike once again gets to his feet, and Zeppeli hits him with a third arm drag before dropping back. As Strike makes his feet, Zeppeli runs and hits Strike with a brutal kick to the head. He proceeds to lift Strike up and hit him with a swinging neckbreaker. Before connecting with a knee drop to Strike’s chest. He picks Strike up from behind hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex before rolling Strike over, picking him up, and hitting him with a German Suplex. Strike scrambles on all four and reaches to tag Sally in, but Magnus yanks Strike away.

Seth Ericson: Not gonna escape that easily.

Zeppeli picks Strike up, and Strike hits him with an elbow. He turns Zeppeli around, drops down, and takes out Zeppeli’s legs. Strike goes to put Zeppeli in a Boston crab, but Gunner easily powers out of it and sends Strike flying into the ropes. Chris pulls himself up and Zeppeli hits him with a knife edge chop. Again. And Again. He whips Strike over to the other side of the ring. As Strike bounces off the ropes Zeppeli catches him with a dropkick. Strike staggers to his feet, and Zeppeli nails him with the Whiplash. He hooks Strike’s leg.

One….

Two….

Sally Talfourd breaks up the pin.

Dick Morosi: And Sally makes the save for her partner.

Zeppeli slams the mat in anger. He goes to grapple with Sally, but the referee steps in the way. As the ref orders Sally back to her corner, Zeppeli kicks Strike in the head before angrily tagging in Magnus.

Seth Ericson: Kira Zeppeli is not happy.

Magnus climbs into the ring and picks up Chris Strike. He sets him up for the Magnus Driver but Strike reverses it, then into a reverse suplex. Both men begin to crawl toward their partners. Zeppeli reaches toward Magnus as Strike claws his way toward Sally. Magnus reaches forward. Strike lunges forward and tags in Sally Talfourd!

Seth Ericson: Hot tag from Chris Strike!

Sally comes running into the ring. Zeppeli reaches toward Magnus, but Sally catches his legs and pulls him away. Sally tries to drag Magnus back to the centre of the ring and flip him over for a leg drop. Magnus gets a stiff kick to Sally’s jaw which sends her back to the ropes. With the moment, Mangus gets close enough to get the tag on Zeppeli. Sally, hitting the corner, gets tagged out by Strike, who steps back between the ropes. The two trade blows in the middle, then Zeppeli beats the weakened Strike into the corner. Sally is still holding her jaw on the apron. Zeppeli gets a series of palm strikes in, then, as Strike comes off the rope, Kira hits the Appetizer! Strike stumbles back, right into Zeppeli, who sets up and hits the Feeding Time! Strike crashes into the mat, Zeppeli rolls onto him and then into the pin.

One...

Two...

Three!

Winner: Magnus Gunner & Kira T. Zeppeli

Dick Morosi: I can't believe it! In his second match in EXODUS Pro, Kira T. Zeppeli has not only remained undefeated, but he just pinned the number one contender to the World Title!

Seth Ericson: I have no idea where he came from, but he's proven to be an almost unstoppable force in the company.

Dick Morosi: The scary part is just how well he worked with Gunner. Is this a sign? Gunner alluded on Twitter that bad things happen in threes.

Seth Ericson: Great, just what Gods & Monsters need, another monster.

Dick Morosi: Let's head backstage.

Following Sally and Strike backstage, there’s all sorts of reactions to the match. Sally, mind you, doesn’t really read so simply. She looks more interested in searching, Strike - a little worse for wear at the moment, quickly gets attended to by a couple of waiting medic, while Sally continues on her way.

Sally Talfourd: Jon!

She finds what she’s looking for - Jonathan Collins - looking quite ready to handle the night’s affairs, though he looks incredibly concerned. He looks quite debonair, while Sally looks quite taken with her match. A mess of hair and a drench of sweat.

Jonathan Collins: Sally, do you need checking out?

Sally Talfourd: What? Why? I’m fine. I walked out of there on my own, didn’t I?

Jonathan Collins: I’m sorry, I didn’t get a chance to see the end. There were too many things going here...I can't find my daughter. I walked out of my office for a moment and she wandered off.

Sally Talfourd: So ... you didn’t watch my match?

Jon looks around again, taking in all the hive of activity that’s going on. Sally stands there, patiently, before realising she’s not even part of his attention. Eventually she just shrugs and wanders off, her shoulder dropped and pulling her hair back out of her face. As she wanders out of shot, it’s only then that Jon turns back to realise he’s now standing with no one.

Jonathan Collins: Sally?

Jonathan looks around, sighing before he goes back to looking around frantically for his daughter while attending to other EXODUS business as we cut to commercial.

In the back halls of the RIMAC Arena a brunette is seen leaving the office of Director, Jonathan Collins. She turns to see Exodus interviewer Tom Matheny, who is standing at the ready with a microphone.

Tom Matheny: Mrs. Osborne! Can I get a word?

The Mrs. Osborne, or more commonly known as Hope Marie Osborne, standing there is the wife of CJ Osborne. Together, they own the United Kingdom based Pro-Wrestling Frontier. The same Frontier where Andreas Lasiewicz, one half of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions, serves as the General Manager.

Hope Dawson: Dawson.

Tom Matheny: Excuse me?

Hope Dawson: Ms. Dawson.

Those who follow the Osbornes on Twitter know that the couple is experiencing marital problems and Hope has begun going by her maiden name, Dawson.

Tom Matheny: Ok, Ms. Dawson. May I get a word?

Hope Dawson: I have a second.

Tom Matheny: I’m sure all of the EXODUS fans would love to know why you’re here tonight? Why you were in the office of Jonathan Collins?

She laughs.

Hope Dawson: It’s a little bit of business, It’s a little bit of personal, and most importantly it’s nothing for you to worry about. All will be revealed in time. Have a nice night.

She pats Tom on the back and walks past him leaving Tom unsure what to say. As he sees her walking off, we come back to the ring to find Selena Alexander already in the ring.

Dick Morosi: Well fans, we did have a triple threat scheduled for you, but due to injuries sustained by Brian Striker, he'll be unable to compete here.

Seth Ericson: 20 bones broken. Any other man would be dead. Astounding.

Dick Morosi: Indeed.

Seth Ericson: Stupendous.

Dick Morosi: Mmhmm.

Seth Ericson: No other man could do that. No other human being. It was truly impossible.

Dick Morosi: We get it, Seth.

Seth Ericson: I mean, it's just so unbelievable, but it's truth! Amazing.

Dick Morosi: WE GET IT.

The lights dim as the opening riffs of "Drown" by (intheclear) start to play...



Slowly, Stark begins to walk out from the back, 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!

Stark takes a deep breath as he hits the bottom of the ramp, looking out as he surveys the remaining crowd. Taking the hood off of his head, he slowly steps up the stairs to the ring and enters, bouncing off the ropes a couple of times before slapping his forearm as he makes his way to his corner and starts to remove his jacket as he waits.

Dick Morosi: We've heard from this Kylar Stark last show, and now it's his chance to prove himself.

Seth Ericson: Against the formidable Selena Alexander.

Dick Morosi: Formidable?

Seth Ericson: ...able to walk?

Dick Morosi: Eh...close enough.

Singles Match
Selena Alexander vs. Kylar Stark

The bell rings, and the two begin to circle one another, slowly coming closer and closer to each other. When they get within range, Selena is first to attack, once again slapping her opponent full in the face. Kylar Stark is not amused. Stark looks at her for a few moments, before taking a step back and running forward, slamming into her with his lariat, the Silk City Necktie, sending her flipping head over heels to the mat.

Dick Morosi: Jesus!

Seth Ericson: Well her head was empty anyways.

Dick Morosi: Apparently that alone isn't good enough for Stark, as he hits the ropes and drives his knee into Selena's face just as she sits up!

Seth Ericson: If she wasn't out, she will be now.

Dick Morosi: Not that it matters to Stark, he's lifting Selena up onto his shoulders. F-5 to Selena!

Seth Ericson: Man these ragdoll physics are so realistic.

Kylar then drags her to her feet, whipping her into the ropes and hitting the opposite ropes himself. This ends with a second Silk City Necktie to Selena! He's still not finished however, as he hits the ropes once more, and delivers a devestating Yakuza Kick to a near-dead Selena Alexander.

Seth Ericson: You think the family of that referee paid him to do this?

Dick Morosi: What referee?

Seth Ericson: The referee that di-

Dick Morosi: NDA, Seth. NDA.

Seth Ericson: That doesn't wor-

Blowjob: NDA!

Seth Ericson: Jesus Christ! Get out of here!

While this is happening, Stark is continuing to beat a dead horseface. A European Uppercut is followed by a knee to the gut and a swinging neckbreaker, ending with a body splash. Finally, he stands her up once more, and hits the ropes, running past her and hitting the opposite ropes, passing her again and hitting the first ropes and now, with maximum momentum, hits her with a third Silk City Necktie, as the crowd goes silent due to how Selena comes crashing down to the mat.

Seth Ericson: Uh...I don't think heads go at that angle.

Dick Morosi: ...well this was inevitable.

Seth Ericson: Kylar with the cover...1...2....3.

David Zinkus: And uh, here is your winner, "The Damned" Kylar Stark!

Dick Morosi: That was certainly a showcase by the newly signed Stark, who has shown the locker room tonight that he is definitely one to watch. We'll be right back, so the paramedics can get Selena out of there.

Seth Ericson: Be careful! The radiation around that hole has taken the lives of hundreds of thousands of Syrians!

Dick Morosi: SIT DOWN!

WINNER: Kylar Stark

The cameras cross-fade to the backstage area. Tom Matheny is stood talking to his cameraman.

Tom Matheny: So, after we enter, I want you to zoom out, take in the whole room, and...

Suddenly, without warning, a lone saxophone starts playing soft jazz. Tom stops, and looks around.

Tom Matheny: Where the hell is that music coming from?

Both men look around, a look of confusion on their faces. Looking down the corridor, there’s a free standing door, an old heavy wooden beast with a frosted glass panel in the centre. Across the panel, in black etching, reads the legendary “CTHULHU JONES, P.I.”.

Tom Matheny: Alright, I’m not imagining that right? That was not there a moment ago. Cough cough.

A cloud of acrid smoke blows past the two men’s’ faces, provoking a small coughing fit from Tom. Standing just behind the men is another man, fedora pulled low over his face, the shadow from the brim causing the tip of his cigarette to glow even brighter. He wears a floor length brown leather duster, over an old suit. Hints of what may be blue skin can just about be seen under the hat.

Tom Matheny: Cough... You’re not allowed to smoke in here... cough...

??: “Cthulhu Jones. Private Eye.”

Tom Matheny: It doesn’t matter who you are, you still can’t smoke back here.

Cthulhu Jones: The kid was annoying. Young, with that kind of plastic smile that makes you want to punch a fool.

Tom Matheny: ... You do realise you said that out loud, right...?

Cthulhu raises his head, exposing his painted face to the light.

Cthulhu Jones: The kid just didn’t know when to shut his mouth.

Tom backs away a little, timidly.

Cthulhu Jones: You got a case for me boys?

Tom shakes his head a little, confused.

Cthulhu Jones: Then how about you get out the way of my office door so I can get the paying clients in?

Tom looks back to the freestanding door... which has mysteriously vanished. Mouth agape, Tom looks back to Cthulhu, who has also disappeared, leaving only a halo of acrid cigarette smoke hanging in the air. As mysteriously as it started, the lone saxophone rings out, one last note hanging in the air. Tom looks back to his cameraman.

Tom Matheny: What the heck was that about?

Cut to commercial.

Dick Morosi: And we're back, and do we have a hell of a match up here for you to kick things off! We have a triple threat between the newly signed XAVIOR, the Ronin Sam Johnson, and the former San Diego Bay Champion, Sylar Drake!

Seth Ericson: I'm predicting chaos. Always happens when you get three men in a ring.

Dick Morosi: It's the same with just two men, Seth.

Seth Ericson: But added on!

Dick Morosi: Can't argue with that, let's go down to David Zinkus!

A piano plays, the lights dimmed down. The piano continues for a bit over thirty seconds. The song then kicks in, drums and guitars booming loudly.

Come out of hiding, show us your face.
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Just close your eyes it'll all be ok.
The damage they've caused, is it worth it all?

Worth It All...
Worth It All...
Worth It All...

XAVIOR blasts through the curtains as the lights flash green, the music kicking in harder this time. He looks around for a moment, soaking it all in, taking a knee down on the stage. He slowly cuffs his hands around his mouth and shouts, "SMAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!" and extends his arms with an intense glare as he walks down the ramp. The camera gets a shot of him up the ramp in front of hands of fans. XAVIOR slides on top of the apron and goes to his left, planting his right foot firmly on the top turnbuckle, and his left holding him up on the middle. He extends his arms again giving another shout. The lights continue to flash. He looks around for a moment and walks to the center of the ring. He gets on his knees, glaring around to a mixture of chants and boos. XAVIOR looks at his adversary. He stands up and walks to the corner, taking his fleece jacket and shirt off.

David Zinkus: Introducing first, he is "The X Factor"....XAVIOR!

Dick Morosi: Don't know much about XAVIOR yet, as he's just been signed by the company.

Seth Ericson: He had to go to Twitter to get booked! A former world champion, can you believe it? You can't! It's ridiculous!

Dick Morosi: An unfortunate mistake, but it's been fixed, as you can tell by him standing there, awaiting his opponents.

The arena goes completely dark.

"Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless your there..."

Blue spotlights flash throughout the arena eventually settling on the entrance ramp.

"Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless your 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: Johnson's coming off a tough loss to Jack Napier, where he definitely impressed many with his skills despite the loss.

Seth Ericson: Unfortunately this is wrestling, and only the end result is important, not the stuff before! He's gonna have to pick up some wins if he wants to impress anyone!

Dick Morosi: Too right, but he's definitely got the skills to do so, he's a big worry for the other two here.

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, this time with his left bicep taped up! 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: From Newcastle, England...weighing in at 185 pounds... He is the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion... 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: Not only is Sylar coming off the crushing loss of his San Diego Bay championship to Kira T. Zeppeli, but he's also coming off a downright brutal match with Jay Pride in FRONTIER!

Seth Ericson: So he's had a pretty bad couple of weeks, and now he's coming into a triple threat with two other hungry for glory dudes! Things just keep getting worse. Think Nair's having a laugh?

Dick Morosi: I'm certain, but we'll see if Sylar can pull off the last laugh here tonight as this match gets underway!


Triple Threat Match
XAVIOR vs. Sam Johnson vs. Sylar Drake


The bell rings, and immediately both Sam and XAVIOR go at the taped up Sylar! XAVIOR is the first to get close to him, only to be met with a hard kick to the stomach from Sylar, with Sam getting one to the chest a moment later. Sylar keeps up on that, repeatedly kicking Sam in the legs and stomach, as the crowd goes wild.

Dick Morosi: They thought they'd be taking advantage of a hurt man, but Sylar is fighting off two men here!

Seth Ericson: Right now he's just kicking the hell out of one man.

Dick Morosi: This is true and-OH! XAVIOR from behind, with a hard shot right to that taped up bicep of Sylar's! He's feeling that one!

Seth Ericson: And a neckbreaker to the guy too, jeez.

Dick Morosi: He's grabbing that arm while Sylar's down, he's thinking submission!

Seth Ericson: OW! That kick to the moob from Johnson stopped that though. And Johnson's covering Sylar!

Dick Morosi: Barely a one count! It'll take more than that to put down a former San Diego Bay champion!

Sam starts to stand up after the failed cover, only for Sylar to grab his foot and yank it out from under him! Sylar is quickly to his feet, and quickly off them as he jumps into the air, intending to slam both knees into Johnson's face, but Johnson rolls out of the way, leaving Sylar falling on his side after landing only on mat! Johnson hits the ropes to capitalize on this with something, only for XAVIOR to tackle him to the mat! He tries to get on top of him, but the heavier man quickly reverses their positions, leaving XAVIOR in the unfortunate position of being on his back with a man with hard fists on top. Hard fists that Johnson immediately puts to use, smashing into XAVIOR's face over and over, pounding him. XAVIOR twists and twists, doing his best to get out, and finally to the shock of Johnson slides out from under him, and before Johnson can right himself, finds himself pushed down and his arm yanked behind him as XAVIOR locks in a hammerlock!

Dick Morosi: This is looking bad for Johnson, that's a damned painful hammerlock he's got locked in there!

Seth Ericson: Remind me not to get into one of those!

Dick Morosi: But Sylar's up, he's coming at the two and OH MY GOD! Sylar leaps onto the back of Johnson, grabs XAVIOR's head and FLIPS OFF OF SAM'S BACK, SIT OUT, XAVIOR JUST GOT HIS JAW CRACKED BAD!

Seth Ericson: DUUUUUUUUUDE!

Dick Morosi: And he's not done! He grabs Sam and drives him right onto the top of his head with a nasty DDT! Cover! 1....2...KICKOUT! Only 2!

Sylar starts to get back to his feet, only for XAVIOR to come at him from behind! He grabs him in a backslide and starts trying to force Sylar over into the notoriously tricky to get out of pin, but Sylar is resisting! He fights every attempt off, and both men seem to be in stalemate...until Johnson hits Sylar straight in the chest with a hard kick, sending him over into the backslide...but before the referee can start counting, Sam wraps his arms around XAVIOR and DEADLIFTS HIM UP, HITTING HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX

Dick Morosi/Seth Ericson: OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD!

Dick Morosi: What a show of strength by the Ronin! Who knew he was capable of that?!

Seth Ericson: Crazy! Monstrous! Mad!

Dick Morosi: And now it's XAVIOR in a submission as Sam locks in an armbar while standing! There's got to be insane amounts of pressure on that arm!

Seth Ericson: Sylar!

Dick Morosi: Sylar with a kick right to the skull of Sam Johnson! And he's not done, he's throwing elbow after elbow to the head of the Ronin! ROLLING ELBOW, JOHNSON IS DOWN! Cover! 1...2....KICKOUT!? My God!

Seth Ericson: Who keeps going after things like this?

Sylar, frustrated, gets to his feet, only to suffer a kick to the back of his knee from XAVIOR, followed by a kick to the head. XAVIOR, starting to feel it, hops to the top rope to go for something to finish Sylar off...only to be grabbed by Johnson, who throws him off the top rope! Johnson starts to go to XAVIOR to continue his assault, only to be surprised when Sylar jumps up, hitting him with an enzuigiri! The crowd starts to go wild again for the Young Gun, who quickly jumps up, dropping his knee straight onto XAVIOR's face, and covering him! But...

Dick Morosi: Johnson with the save, yanking Sylar off of XAVIOR! That could've been the end of it there!

Seth Ericson: And now he's going back at XAVIOR, this is bleak for the rookie!

Dick Morosi: Sylar with an elbow to the head of Sam from behind! He's dazed the Ronin! He's hitting the ropes!

Seth Ericson: And whatever he was going for would have been very nice if Sam hadn't caught him.

Dick Morosi: Bad, BAD position for Sylar to be in here but...Sam just pushes him back.

Seth Ericson: I don't know, but he's running at Sylar!

Dick Morosi: He gets one foot onto Sylar's knee to get some leverage as he DRIVES HIS KNEE FULL INTO SYLAR'S FACE! BLACK MAGIC! SYLAR'S OUT!

Seth Ericson: BUT XAVIOR FROM BEHIND!

Dick Morosi: XAVIOR HAS ROLLED UP SAM JOHNSON! 1...2......3!!! OH MY GOD, XAVIOR HAS STOLEN THIS ONE RIGHT FROM SAM JOHNSON!

David Zinkus: Here is your winner.....XAVIOR!

Dick Morosi: I can't believe that. Sam had just put the former San Diego Bay champion out. He had the match won.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, well, this is what happens when you don't pay attention to what's happening to your other opponent in a triple threat. Only himself to blame.

Dick Morosi: This is true, I suppose. What a match. The San Diego Bay division is getting really heated now, you have to imagine Zeppeli is watching this.

Seth Ericson: With a fork ready.

Dick Morosi: Ick...we'll be right back...

WINNER: XAVIOR

The fans cheer as the camera opens up in the backstage locker room area of Christopher Strike. Strike appears to be warming up for his upcoming tag team match with Sally Talfourd against Magnus Gunner and Kira T. Zeppeli. After he finishes wrapping up his wrists with wrist tape, his door opens.

Edward Nair: If you know what’s good for you, son, you won’t say a word a just listen.

Edward Nair approaches Strike. Standing behind him are two large men in black shirts that read “Security” in big white letters.

Edward Nair: Your actions the past few weeks have been nothing short of barbaric, unprofessional, and unlike someone who should represent our company. Therefore, I am stripping you of your number one contendership.

Everyone in the arena begins to boo this decision.

Edward Nair: And don’t give me some sappy story about how you earned it. You’ve been here in a shorter amount of time than me. The last two people to hold that belt had to work hard for months to get a shot at that title, even if I don’t like one half of that equation. You will have to work to move your way up like everyone else. Good luck in your match tonight.

Chris looks displeased as Nair walks off while we cut to commercial.

Personal Information
Name: Mike
Email: one_by__one@hotmail.com
Previous E-Wrestling Experience: I did this for about five years in the early 2000s and stopped for eight years.
Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): F Foo Fighters F

Character Info
Name: Andrew Ashton
Height: 5'11
Weight: 228 lbs.
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
Alignment: 0. While he yearns for the acceptance of the fans, they boo him due to how he treated them and EXODUS in the past.

Entrance Music: No music, see gimmick.

Entrance Description:
Andrew makes his way from behind the curtains to no theme music. He starts to make his way down to the ring, with the fans only just noticing someone was making their way out. He rolls in to the ring and gets back up to his feet, looking dejected. He looks to the fans for some form of positive reaction, before heading to the corner having not achieved the reaction he was looking for.

Physical Appearance: Chris Jericho.

Ring Attire: He wears a black leather vest with a hood attached and his patch over his "Final Star" logo on the back. He takes this off before matches. For pants, he has a black pair of tights that look more like jeans, another patch over the "Final Star" logo just above the right knee. On the belt line, he has a silver chain that is hooked on one belt strap and then the other end hooked onto the belt strap next to it.

Gimmick: Andrew is broke. Flat ass broke. Having lived a care free life, he didn't once take in to consideration that his bank balance would dwindle. Having made his fortune in New Era Wrestling and earning more on the side from endorsements when NEW closed, Andrew thought he would be able to live comfortably off the earnings he had built up.

When NEW closed, Andrew started to gamble. His game of choice was Texas Hold'em. Unfortunately for Andrew, he sucked at it, but he enjoyed playing nonetheless. Another unfortunate circumstance for Andrew was he chose the wrong company to play poker with. When the bosses came to realize Andrew hadn't made any attempt to pay any of his debt over the course of ten years, they decided it was time to pay up the debt.

What Andrew didn't realize was just how much he had paid in unnecessary expenses over the years. Firstly, he had to pay a hefty sum to settle a lawsuit with an old woman that he punched in the face when trying to find Blake Jones. On top of that, he had to pay for breach of contract with EXODUS and Sin Wrestling. That mixed with agent fees, bad investments and his mortgage left him with absolutely nothing to pay his gambling debts.

It left Andrew with no alternative but to not ask, but beg to be allowed back in EXODUS. Reluctantly, he was given the chance under the terms that he had to prove himself to the powers-that-be. Having been stung by him before, EXODUS refuse to put any investment in him, pay royalties for his entrance music and mic time is out of the question. He was bottom rung and going to stay there until they saw fit.

List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:
1. Technical wrestling ability.
2. Determination.
3. Backs up what he says.

List up to three weaknesses of your character:
1. Arrogance.
2. Hot headed.
3. Doesn't know when to shut up.

Biography: Andrew is a member of the Ashton family, well known in the wrestling industry. The name carries a great weight, as every single member of the clan is expected to reach greatness. They were trained by the legendary White Phoenix, who was a good friend of their father, giving them a better start than most to be great in the industry.

Andrews career started off slowly. While his brother Aaron became world famous, he was still working hard and training, dreaming to reach the levels of his brother. He joined a federation called XWW, shortly after his brother Timothy, who made himself a force to be reckoned with from the off. Not wanting to be cast in Timothy's shadow, Andrew took the name "Andy Jones" to try and make a name for himself without riding any coattails to the top. He had some success in XWW, capturing their United States title and tag team titles with his best friend at the time, David Lunar. The two went on to never drop the tag titles. He revealed himself to be Andrew Ashton shortly before facing his brother Timothy in a Ashton Endurance Match. Andrew lost the match and dropped down into the shadow he was scared of, while Timothy went on an unbeaten run to capture the XWW Championship on their final show.

When XWW closed its doors, Andrew decided to join a federation that didn't have his brothers around. He joined New Era Wrestling, run by Reno and Rufus Frost. He took on the gimmick of a dork, too scared to swear but would stand up for what he believed was right. The gimmick kind of how Andrew was deep down, he was innocent and still green. Andrews determination to succeed in New Era Wrestling and show how good he was took him to levels he never believed. He wrestled for the World title on the first Pay Per View, losing to Chris Extreme. He had a habit of not being able to win the big one, which ate him up inside. In the end, it got to him and he snapped. Andrew went from the biggest face the company ever had to the biggest heel, cementing himself in that role when he snapped the ankle of his mentor, White Phoenix, with the Ashton Ankle Lock.

The success Andrew reached in New Era Wrestling sent him sky high to the top of the family. He became the face of the company. When people thought of New Era Wrestling, they thought of him. He became the World Champion a record five times, breaking the record for the longest ever World title reign, almost reaching half a year. In between that, he picked up every other title New Era Wrestling had to offer. He won the biggest match New Era Wrestling ever put together, a elimination chamber match at their biggest show, Legacy. He defeated five former World champions all in the same match. He became a New Era Wrestling legend, which was essentially their Hall of Fame.

When New Era Wrestling closed its doors, Andrew essentially retired from the business, seeing himself as a one company man and wanting to give his allegiance to nobody but the Frosts.

When he found out that Rufus had opened EXODUS without informing him, Andrew joined with the intention of making him regret that decision under the cover of "The Silver Squid". Along with the Orange Octopus (Corey Ashton), the two became quite popular for their shenanigans, more so Octopus. When Octopus was fired from EXODUS, things kind of fell flat for Andrew. He revealed himself, but not much happened after that. In the end, he left the company, being sued for breach of contract.

Wrestling Style: All Rounder

Finishing Moves:
1. Eon Cutter - A Diamond Cutter. Can be hit from nothing.
2. Ashton Ankle Lock - The family trademark Ankle Lock.
3. Onto the Next One - Superkick

Signature Moves
1. Be Still - Grabs his opponent in a sleeper hold, and drops to the mat, sending his opponent down with him, and making them land on their back.
2. Hopeless - Flatliner
3. Darkness Within - Crossface

Regular Moves:

Ready Moves
Short Arm Clothesline
Hard Punches
Heavy Kicks
Body Knee Strikes
Haymaker
Flying Forearm

Other Moves:
Reverse Mat Slam
Jumping Armbreaker
Headlock Takedown
DDT
Floataround DDT (The Rocks DDT.)
Suplex
STO
Fishermans Suplex
Neckbreaker
Arm Drag
Atomic Drop
Bulldog
Half Nelson Suplex
Full Nelson Face Buster
Bubba Bomb
German Suplex

Opponent Down:
Double Knee Drop
Quick Kicks
Legdrop
Elbow Drop
Mounted Punches

Submission Holds:
Ashton Ankle Lock
Sharpshooter
Walls of Jericho
Crossface

Reversal Moves:
Sky High (Used on a charging opponent)
Floataround DDT
Eon Cutter