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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 7, 2013 17:55:37 GMT -6
We come back from commercial to one of the RIMAC's locker rooms, where we follow Papa Arino inside. The fan favorite old man opens one of the lockers and pulls a bag from it, rummaging through it to grab a cell phone. He places the bag back into the locker and closes it, beginning to turn only for an unusually large boot to smash into Papa's head, driving it into the locker! Papa falls, hitting his head on the bench as he falls, laying out on the floor bleeding from a head wound, as a large shadow stands over him. It stands admiring it's work before departing. We pan over to the entrance in time to see and hear Nicholas Gray and Jonathan Collins walking into the locker room, talking. Jonathan Collins: I cannot believe you actually hired a girl just to do that gag. Nicholas Gray: It'll be great once she signs the damn paper and lets us have her face. THEN it'll be a gag, and it'll be fi...Papa!? Gray and Collins rush to the felled Papa's side, Gray crouching down and cradling him. Nicholas Gray: Ohmygodnowhy, Papa.... Jonathan Collins: Nick, be calm. He's breathing, we need to get him help. Nicholas Gray: Righrightright, I'll go call an ambulance! You look after him! He sets Papa's head down gently and takes off running, Collins patting the unconscious Arino on the shoulder. Jonathan Collins: You'll be okay, Papa.... ?: Isn't it a shame? Collins looks up behind him, finding the Reverend Jerry Matthews standing there. Jonathan stands, looking up at the taller Reverend. Jerry Matthews: The Lord works in mysterious ways, doesn't he Collins? It seems everyone you care for has a habit of falling to the Lord's justice... Collins grits his teeth, his hands balling into fists. The atmosphere in the room grows heavy as Collins stares down Matthews. Finally, he's forced to release the breath he'd been holding, and unclench his fists. Matthews throws his head back and laughs, walking out of the room, the camera fading to ringside on the sight of a fallen Papa Arino, an angry Jonathan Collins, and Jerry Matthews' laughing. Dick Morosi: My God...you don't think? Seth Ericson: Think? Hell, Dick, I think we know. Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews continues to escalate in his personal war with Jonathan Collins...and Papa Arino is the latest to suffer for it. Seth Ericson: He won't be making it rain anytime soon. Dick Morosi: Ugh. Moving on to something happier, it's time for our main event! After what she did to win at No Church in the Wild, Heather Halliwell has to defend her title once more against the guy she screwed, Adrien Cochrane! Seth Ericson: See, if she screwed him, he'd be happy. Dick Morosi: I...uh...okay then. Take it away David.  Heather Halliwell (Champion) vs. Adrien Cochrane The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EXODUS Pro World Championship! The arena goes dark as a single spotlight hits the stage. Smoke appears as Heather Hallilwell saunters from behind the curtain. She places the World Title on the ground before her and drops to one knee before it, doing the “Tebow” pose. As the chorus to “Hit Me Like a Man” by The Pretty Reckless blasts through the arena, Heather picks up the title, drapes it over her shoulder and poses like that for a moment. Her head is still down, the black cowgirl covering her face, black trench coat hiding her scantily clad body.. She keeps her head down, ignoring the fans, looking up from under the hat towards the ring at her opponent. She drapes the title over the bottom rope when she gets to the ring and slowly pulls herself up. She finally lifts her face and a smirk crosses her beautiful face. She slinks between the ropes and sauntering to the middle of the ring, she slowly unbuttons her trench coat. She pauses for a moment before ripping it open, revealing her sexy ring gear, letting the coat fall to her feet. She removes her hat and tosses it aside, careful not to let it get into the hands of a fan. She retrieves the belt and begins climbing each ring corner, holding the title out and taunting the crowd with her success as they boo her loudly. She repeats this at every corner before stepping up to her opponent and holding out the belt for the referee to hold. Dick Morosi: This is the new face of EXODUS. Beautiful. Cunning. Dangerous. Seth Ericson: Unhinged. Don't forget unhinged. Dick Morosi: That's what this place is about to get as soon as they hear the music for her opponent! The lights cut off. The fans sit in silence. The opening guitar for "Last One Standing" by Simple Plan starts echoing throughout the arena and once the rest of the band kicks in, a set of two flames on opposite ends of the stage flare as the Dropkick King appears on the ramp. The arena explodes with cheers from the fan favorite wrestler. How many times are you gonna try to shut me out?
I told you once, told you twice, I ain't gonna turn back around
You can say whatever, try to mess with me
I don't care, I'm not scared
You don't have to say your sorry, save your sympathy
With a friend like you, I don't need an enemy
I would give you time if you were worth it
But guess what, you're not worth it Adrien Cochrane starts running down the ramp, slapping hands from the fans on his way down. He hops on the apron, hops over the ropes, climbs a corner as he holds his arms up in the air. Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, I'm always gonna be the last one standing
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, 'cause I'm never gonna give up trying
And now I'm ready to go, I'm here, I'm waiting for you
And I'm gonna be the last one standing
The last one standing Dick Morosi: This man has climbed the mountain from the bottom to the top here in EXODUS! He has survived LEGION, he has survived Zero McHannon, and now he's got his one on one shot at Heather Halliwell! Seth Ericson: Fate's calling for these two...but who has that little more than fate to pick up this victory? The music dies down as we cut to the center of the ring with David Zinkus and Senior Official Brian Lowery. David Zinkus: The following match is scheduled for one fall with television time remaining, and it is for the EXODUS Pro World Championship! Introducing first to my left, the challenger! He is from New Orleans, Louisiana...and he weighs in at 190 pounds...he is "The Dropkick King"...ADRIENNNNNNNNNN! COCHRANE! The crowd cheers as Adrien nods his head and raises a hand up to the crowd. David Zinkus: Now to my right, she is the EXODUS Pro World Champion! She is from Dallas, Texas and she weighs in tonight at... Heather comes over and whispers something into the ear of Zinkus, interrupting him. David Zinkus: I'm sorry, but I've been informed that her weight is none of our goddamn business. The crowd boos as Heather gives a beauty pageant like wave to the crowd, cradling the World Title like a bouquet of flowers before Brian Lowery tries to take the World Title from her, who seems to not want to give it up. There's a small bit of a struggle before she relents and ends up giving the belt to Lowery as she shoots a dirty look at him for taking her prize. David Zinkus: She is HEATHERRRRRRR HALLLLLLLLLLLLLIWELLLLLLL! The crowd starts to jeer as Heather starts to wave once more, trying to put a good face on for the audience, who just pour the boos on heavier. Zinkus leaves the ring as the two athletes start to approach the center of the ring before they start saying a few silent words to one another. Lowery meets them at the center of the ring, calling for the bell, and we're off! The two start to circle around the ring again, starting to meet in the center once more before locking up and the crowd erupting! Adrien starts getting an advantage before Heather slowly starts to lay open hand slaps to his back to back him off. Finally loosening his grip on the headlock he has on her, she pushes him towards the ropes, Adrien bouncing off as she does the splits to duck under him, Adrien coming back and her trying to catch him for a flip, but Cochrane leaps over her and rolls through, getting back to his feet and quickly nailing her with a dropkick as she's seated! Adrien quickly tries to reach for her to capitalize, but Heather rolls out of the ring and starts trying to collect herself, looking like she's trying to recover. Dick Morosi: Heather is looking exceptionally frustrated. Seth Ericson: She also looks like she's about to go home! Indeed, Heather is going to the time keeper's table to grab the title, but Adrien quickly slides out of the ring and starts trying to grab her and put her back into the ring. She turns around and quickly wallops Adrien with the World Title, hoping she can use that as a DQ...but the ref is shaking his head! She's stunned that the referee won't disqualify her for her action, but she quickly starts picking up Adrien to toss him into the ring before using the ropes to slingshot herself over to drop an elbow onto Adrien before hooking the leg. One... TWo.... KICKOUT! Heather scowls at the referee before shaking her head and picking Adrien up to put in a rear headlock, Adrien reaching to try to get air as Heather uses some of her veteran savvy to get herself a chance to choke him some. The referee tries to check to see if it's a choke hold, and Heather moves her arm to make sure it's legal when he checks. Adrien starts trying to use his legs to reach the ropes, waiting for a moment before he finally does. Lowery starts to make his count for her to break the hold, but Heather waits until four, calmly reminding him that she has until five. Dick Morosi: Have we seen that before? Seth Ericson: Maybe, not to my knowledge. Heather finally backs away and Adrien gets back to his feet, not before she kicks him in the gut, dropping him back down with a bulldog! She instantly looks down at him before steadying herself and leaping over with a standing moonsault, hitting Adrien with the Everything's Bigger! Heather gets up and starts to wave like a pageant queen before starting to grab Adrien before starting to wrap him up...she's going for Whistlin' Dixie, but Adrien worms out of it! He gets to his feet, she does too, but...LIGHTNING STRIKE! Cochrane hits one of his finishers, and down goes the champ! Adrien makes the cover, and the crowd starts to erupt! ONE... TWO......... TH--KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: SO CLOSE! The anguish in Adrien's face is obvious! Seth Ericson: Dick, Adrien Cochrane refuses to be denied tonight! He was robbed once, and tonight he says no more! Adrien starts pounding on the mat, starting to get the crowd behind him as he starts sizing up the champ, looking like he's going for the Adrien Cutter! She slowly starts to get up to her feet, and Adrien comes running to dive in for---NO! SHE REVERSES IT! She pushes him off and back toward the ropes, and he bounces back toward her...SHE STEALS THE ADRIEN CUTTER! She smirks as she gets up and runs towards the ropes...COWGIRL RIDE! She dusts off her hands, putting the exclamation point on her victory! She hooks the legs! ONE! TWO! THRE--KICKOUT! SHE CANNOT BELIEVE IT! The crowd has erupted at the sight of Adrien's fighting spirit, and she is throwing a tantrum in the middle of the ring as Adrien starts to try to get up, but Heather has had enough, and she starts peppering Adrien's chest with kicks and then she starts backing up to look to go for a huge kick to the chest.......BUT ADRIEN GRABS HER FOOT AND STARTS POWERING HIMSELF UP! He's holding her foot before he spins her around, and as she gets back to facing him...CLOTHESLINE! She's down and in sharp pain, and he starts to climb the turnbuckles, but...LOOK AT THE ENTRANCE! Dick Morosi: What's that loser doing out here? Seth Ericson: Bringing down the overall mood of the room, duh. Chris Marks starts sauntering down the ramp, clapping as Adrien gets to the top turnbuckle, watching him as Cochrane hits Flight 182! Marks is at ringside as Cochrane crashes into Heather, Adrien hooking the legs as the referee starts to count! ONE! TWO.... TH--CHRIS MARKS JUST PULLED BRIAN LOWERY OUT OF THE RING! Dick Morosi: WHAT?! Seth Ericson: That bastard just cost Adrien Cochrane the World Title! Adrien is out there, looking at Chris Marks in stunned disbelief before sliding out of the ring. Adrien Cochrane: What are you doing, man? Chris Marks: This! Without hesitation, Marks instantly hits Cochrane with a superkick, leveling him as he hits the ground with a thud. Everyone seems to be stunned as Marks cackles all the way to the back, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. Heather starts recovering enough to look at what's going on, quickly scrambling to her feet as the referee starts to recover himself, getting back into the ring for him to begin the count! ONE..............TWO.................THREE.................FOUR! Dick Morosi: It can't end like this for Adrien Cochrane, betrayed by his friend! Seth Ericson: This reeks of Edward Nair...and I for one welcome our new ancient overlord! FIVE...........SIX.............SEVEN............. EIGHT......... NINE.... T---ADRIEN SLIDES INTO THE RING! Adrien Cochrane is back in this, and the crowd is cheering as he tries to get back to his feet, only for Heather to bring him back down with a double leg takedown before she begins to lock in the Southern Comfort! Adrien is caught in that Boston Crab variation, and he's screaming as he's closer to the center of the ring than the ropes, leaving Heather to wrench it in and soak in the boos of the crowd! She starts to feel him moving and we cut backstage really quick as Edward Nair looks to be roaming the halls in panic mode. Edward Nair: WHERE'S KANE?! GET HIM DOWN TO RINGSIDE, THIS CANNOT HAPPEN! Quickly, his head turns as he notices Zero McHannon sitting there, trying to recover from his match earlier. Edward Nair: MCHANNON! GET OUT THERE AND STOP COCHRANE! DO YOUR DAMN JOB AND GET SOMETHING RIGHT THIS TIME! At those words, McHannon gets up and turns his head toward Nair, looking at him before staring down the FX Executive. Zero McHannon: You don't have to scream. McHannon starts to take the quick walk out towards the ring, and as the camera cuts back to ringside, Cochrane is starting to reach the ropes, with Heather being forced to break the hold! Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane has too much heart tonight to give up! Seth Ericson: Would you expect anything less from him? Heather finally starts to let go of the hold, and as she begins to watch him pull away, she looks down at him and she starts to prepare for what's next, starting to "Tebow" again as the crowd jeers at the sight. Slowly, Zero McHannon starts to make his way down the ramp, and the crowd boos, because they know what's going on now. Heather starts to grin and gush as Zero comes down, starting to reach under the apron to find a steel chair. Nodding at her, she starts to clip Adrien's knee before getting him back to his feet and looking at Zero, who is holding up the chair. She's directing traffic, and the referee is powerless! Dick Morosi: Why won't he disqualify Heather Halliwell! Seth Ericson: Well, beside the fact he's let everything else slide, think about this...would you want to be the ref that pisses off Edward Nair? Eventually, Nicholas Gray has to make some concessions to Nair about the personnel here, and someone like a ref is easier to let go than a wrestler. Heather starts to nod as Zero holds the chair in place, looking ready, and she pushes him into Zero....BUT ADRIEN REVERSES, AND SHE GOES DOWN! HALLIWELL GOES DOWN, AND ZERO LOOKS SHOCKED AND STUNNED! He doesn't know what to do, but he instantly gets in the ring and clocks Cochrane himself with the chair! Looking down at both of them, the referee starts to get in his face....AND THE REF GETS THE CHAIR TOO! Zero starts to look at the carnage and realizing he KO'ed the ref, he rolls Heather on top of Adrien! He starts to walk away from the ring as referee Dan Arnouil starts to dash down the ramp towards the ring! The crowd is stunned, and they're watching as he gets in position to make the pin. Dick Morosi: NOT LIKE THIS! Heather's limp body makes the pin... ONE! TWO............... NO! ADRIEN KICKS OUT! The crowd is on their feet, and she looks ready to cry! Adrien just won't give up, but he's still on the mat! Heather decided enough is enough, and she starts to slowly climb up top! Seth Ericson: She's going for the Yellow Rose! She's looking at the outside, then to a clock that's started to appear on the EXOScreen. David Zinkus: TWO MINUTES REMAINING IN TELEVISION TIME! Heather nods, realizing what time is left and where she is, leaping off the top turnbuckle for the Yellow Rose.......BUT COCHRANE CATCHES HER WITH THE ADRIEN CUTTER! SHE IS CAUGHT IN MID AIR WITH THE ADRIEN CUTTER, AND HE ROLLS HER OVER AND HOOKS THE LEG! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Last One Standing" by Simple Plan begins, and the crowd erupts as Arnouil calls for the bell! David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEW EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION.......THE DROPKICK KING.....ADRIEN COCHRANE! Zinkus hands Arnouil the title and he gives it immediately to Adrien, who clutches it in his hands! Dick Morosi: Take a bow, kid, you've earned it! Adrien Cochrane is the fourth World Champion in EXODUS history...goodnight! We fade to copyright on him kissing the title as he holds it up high as his theme plays. Winner and NEW EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION: ADRIEN COCHRANE
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 7, 2013 12:00:44 GMT -6
The commercial break returns with a gigantic note. PREVIOUSLY ON EXPRO ON FX #1 A black and white shot of Fiona Rourke giving it her all against the Young Guns as she tries to have a competitive match with the two young stars. Instantly, the clip changes to Jerry clipping her knee, taking her out and doing some severe damage to it as a familiar synth starts. "So many reasons to live,
I need to let them show.
I made the hardest mistakes,
I need to let them go...
I'll be there with you until the end's upon us
When our eyes collide, I know you well.
And your stare sees directly through me..." A slow drum pulse begins to play as clips of the young woman going through physical therapy and rehab begin to show up on the screen, followed by her training in the ring, still hitting the same daring moves as ever while "I'll be there with you until the end..." continues to echo. Combined with clips of her making her ring entrance, along with highlights from her matches against opponents like Magnus Gunner, Johnny Cannon, and Abby Park play. "Let yourself go
This is the only time to feel alive!
This brings me up to you;
And I'll sing
I'll scream until my heart comes out of my chest
And leave it to the music to transcend the rest
This life is just a perfect fit..." Many fans will recognize this as a remix of Fiona's old " Electric Forest" theme from I See Stars, and as the opening starts to loop, we come back to the familiar graphic from No Church In the Wild...  RETURNING EXPRO #6!We cut back to Dick and Tom who are surrounded by a bunch of cheering fans over the news. Dick Morosi: You heard it here first! In four weeks, Fiona Rourke returns to EXODUS Pro! Seth Ericson: I'm willing to wager good money as to who her first target is, and it rhymes with Barry Nattshoes. Dick Morosi: Here's hoping he doesn't let that affect his concentration, because it's quite possibly his last crack at the International Title! It's Jerry Matthews against Johnny Cannon and Jimmy Riley...next!  Johnny Cannon (Champion) vs. Jerry Matthews vs. Jimmy RileyThe bell sounds throughout the RIMAC as the three competitors cautiously stare at one another, hands held in an offensively defensive position in anticipation of a charge from one of their counterparts. Fueled by his fighting spirit, Cannon fearlessly lunges at his challengers - first greeting Riley with a right hand that glances Jimmy's check bone, then fires a toe kick at Matthews who brushes it off. The Christian man powers Johnny into the nearby corner, and the champion soon finds himself between a rock and a hard place, and on the receiving end of a two-on-one assault. Matthews begins to unload with lefts and rights before Riley commences to stomp a mud hole in the Brit. As expected in any Triple Threat, the two challengers, despite their contrasting dispositions have aligned to take out the champion. The two of them quickly drag him out of the corner and proceed to launch him across the ring. Cannon impedes the turnbuckle, and the force slightly shakes the ring. Riley takes a back seat as Matthews charges in pursuit of the man that knocked him out two weeks ago. Cannon shows enough wherewithal to circumvent the attack, leaving nobody home for Jerry who crashes into the corner. Ready to pick his part, Riley charges at a turning Cannon - who seems to have eyes in the back of his head, and ducks a Clothesline. Running full steam ahead, The "Risen Star" charges into Matthews who dumps him over the top turnbuckle and sends him falling out of the ring, abruptly ending their brief partnership. Jerry now maneuvers out of the corner, dashing at his rival, only to receive a thunderous kick to the cranium courtesy of a Reverse Roundhouse from the former MMA star with the educated feet. Dick Morosi: Cannon has emerged from that sticky situation unscathed. The champ is in control. Seth Ericsion: Dont sing his praises yet. This is a triple threat match after all. The odds are not in his favor tonight. Looking to capitalize, Johnny reaches down to grapple Matthews, only to be pulled down into a pinnfall. "ONE!" "TWO!" The International Champion escapes, and immediately retreats into the corner to regain his bearings. Seth Ericson: And he almost lost it right there. There's no way he leaves with the belt. Riley and Matthews are hungry Dick. Dick Morosi: But are they hungrier than Cannon, who isn't content with one successful title defense. By this time Cannon has peeled himself from the corner, and alerts Matthews of this development. The Brit bounces off the ropes and lunges forward to a rising Matthews - only to be captured in his arms and tossed overhead courtesy of a Belly To Belly Suplex. The southern preacher quickly floats over to cover the supine Brit, but Cannon immediately rolls a shoulder over, prompting Jerry to wrap and arm underneath his chin in a rear chin lock - keeping the ravishing Englishman grounded and at bay as he hopes to wear him down. Meanwhile, outside the ring is Jimmy Riley, watching intently and seemingly in no particular hurry to insert himself back into the conflict - perhaps due to injury, or the carrying out of some sort of strategy. Back inside the squared hell, Cannon musters the will to get off the mat, and gradually begins to regain a vertical base, only for Matthews to relinquish the chin lock and commence to club him over the back repeatedly. Eventually doubling the champ over, Matthews proceeds to grapple him by the leg, and appears to be attempting a Belly to Back Suplex - which he seemingly succeeds in doing as he lifts his adversary off the canvas. Using the momentum, Johnny flips backward, escaping the perilous predicament, but he lands awkwardly on his feet, and backpedals into the ropes and immediately grabs at his right knee. Jerry stays on the attack, quickly charging forward and scoring with a Clothesline that sends the possibly injured champion over the ropes. To a chorus of boos, the former San Diego Bay Champion takes a moment to look to the heavens, almost thanking God for his early success in the bout - but unbeknownst to him, the third competitor in the match has decided to rejoin things. Jerry's tenure in the drivers seat is short lived, as he turns around into a spinning elbow smash from the former EXODUS road agent that sends spit and possibly teeth flying. Stunned and dazed, Matthews instinctively rolls into the corner, looking to get a breather, but is afforded no such thing as Riley ups the ante, relentless plunging his knee into the religious zealots solar plexus. With Matthews hurting, he retracts from the corner, briefly looking around the ring before charging back in with a double knee strike - immediately dropping his foe to the canvas upon his said knees stabbing the Alabaman in the sternum with malicious intent. Seth Ericson: "The Risen Star" picked his spot, and just picked apart Matthews. This man has returned to E-PRO with a vengeance thus far. Dick Morosi: But even more importantly, Johnny Cannon seemed to have tweaked his knee earlier. That could be a deciding factor in the outcome of this match. Seth Ericson: Or not! We've got a cover - "ONE!" "TWO!" Matthews is able to kick out, keeping his championship aspirations alive. Riley doesn't relent, climbing back to his feet to lay boots to his downed fore, the stomps leaving his opponent writhing in agony and turning onto his belly. With Jerry now on his front, Jimmy quickly hooks his feet around the preachers ankles, and leans forward, grasping at the Heavyweights arms as he looks to pull him up for the Surfboard. Despite the damage he's sustained, Jerry refuses to give up his arms, placing them underneath his chest and leaving Riley to slap at his shoulders in frustration. The Cleveland Ohioan simply slams Jerry's knees into the canvas, before leaping forward and dropping an elbow onto his exposed cranium. On his knees, Riley grips Jerry by the head and pulls him to his feet, quickly delivering STIFF knee strikes to his foe's delicate skull, and then one to the knee, afterward releasing him to score with a VICIOUS forearm to the temple. From there he leans over, lifting Matthews up in a Fireman's carry; despite the trauma to his head, the Oklahoman slithers out of the grapple, landing behind Riley before shoving him into the corner. Having escaped his opponents patented finisher, he hastily charges forward and juts his boot into the air - his aforementioned footwear clashes into the turning Riley's brainpan, leaving him slumped in the corner. From there he lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle, looking to attempt a high-risk maneuver which could have high a reward if he were to succeed in executing it. Dick Morosi: Things could get interesting here. Matthews could very well win the title if he scores with a big move here. Seth Ericson: I'm sure there's a biblical reference for this somewhere. He joins him at the top of the proverbial mountain, he applies a front face lock in preparation for a Superplex. Riley fights back, landing shots to the ribs, then to the belly, then finally with a head it that sends the preacher crashing back down to the ring. Upon taking a reprieve, Riley perches himself onto the turnbuckle - doing his best gargoyle rendition as he looks to take to the skies. He isn't given the opportunity, as the champion sneaks up behind him, shoving him off the top and sending him somersaulting to the mat below with a resounding thud. Johnny then takes his place, albeit it slowly - likely due to his tweaked right knee, but ultimately sneed down at his foes. Both challengers slowly climb to their feet, with Matthews - whom is closer to Cannon, being the first to do so. Johnny suddenly dives off the ropes, lunging forward at Jerry who has enough sense to duck; the International Champions aerial attack still proves fruitful, as he crashed into an unsuspecting Jimmy Riley with an European Uppercut. Dick Morosi: Cannon is the one to have his prayers answered! That was like a game-tying home run in the bottom of the ninth! What a move. Seth Ericson: And that gives us extra innings. How much more does he have left? He's been through so many ups and downs, does he have the mental fortitude to win tonight? Dick Morosi: This man is a 2/3 the way from being our first Triple Crown Winner. I will not doubt him! Seth Ericson: Well I have plenty of doubt for the both of us Dick, don't you worry about that. Feeding off the crowd, Cannon slowly regains a vertical base, massaging his injured knee upon reaching his feet. The pain is written in his visage, but he doesn't succumb to it, and rages on. Matthews meets him, and they trade STIFF punches, prompting the audience to start their "BOO/YEAH" routine. Cannon gets the better of the exchange, and sends Matthews back, before attempting a wild haymaker which gets nothing but air as the Oklahoman ducks. Jerry retaliates with a knee to Cannon's breadbasket, effectively doubling the champion over to set up for the Savior's Wrath. He immediately applies the face lock, and grabs a hold of the Brits trunks before lifting him into the air. Scouting the move well, Johnny exploits the momentum to swing himself free, landing behind Martthews before going for the rear waistlock. As he pushes Matthews forward into the corner, the first San Deigo Bay Champion blocks the maneuver, grabbing onto the ropes as Johnny rills back to prevent the Chaos Theory - sending Cannon rolling back empty handed. As Jerry turns from the corner and into a charge, the champ scrambles back to his feet in time to greet him with a series of slaps, followed by a SICK elbow, and a VILE discus elbow, dazing and weakening Matthews up enough to connect with the running single leg drop kick - flawlessly executing the Clockwork Orange, bringing the crowd to its feet. Dick Morosi: The Clockwork Orange! And we all know what's next. It could be Cannon Driver time. But he is unable to capitalize, as he writhes in pain, gingerly tending to his right knee from the leg he used to smash in Jerry's mug, the one he injured early on in the match and the one that has plagued him ever since. Battling through the pain, he digs deep, looking for the will power to climb to his feet. He struggles mightily, never letting go of his knee out of doubt and fear. Leant over, he is easy pickings for Jimmy Riley whom has recovered in time to strike. Ever the opportunist, he charges forward and connects with a BRUTAL knee strike to the dude of Cannon's head, the force of which knocks Johnny off his feet and sends him rolling out of the ring in a dazed stupor. Seth Ericson: GOOD LORD he just took his head off. It looked like Cannon was in total control, but that knee was giving him too much problems. Dick Morosi: It looks like it locked up on him, and it may have just cost him the match. Riley's going for the kill. Indeed so, as he lifts a rising, groggy, and battered Matthews onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry - before tossing him off his shoulders to drive an elbow into the plummeting Oklahoman's face, knocking him out cold. With Matthews sprawling on the canvas, Riley goes for the cover. Dick Morosi: LIGHT EM UP! "ONE!" Seth Ericson: NEW CHAMPION! "TWO!" "THREE!"
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentleman, your winner and NEEEEWWWW International Champion.... "The Risen Star" Jimmy Riley!!! Dick Morosi: Jimmy Riley makes a huge statement in his return to EXODUS Pro! Seth Ericson: This new attitude of him just helped him steal the International Title from Johnny Cannon! Now it's up to him to set the record! Dick Morosi: Considering the challenges ahead, that might be easier said than done. We'll be back after a commercial break, but before we are, we want to give you a look at a man debuting on the show in two weeks. His name? Kylar Stark. Winner and NEW International Champion: Jimmy RileyThe live shot fades to a pre-tape shot black in white. On the lower left hand corner of the screen, it reads "Paterson, NJ" as the shots take us around the more dilapidated parts of this New Jersey town. It's like out of a Bruce Springsteen video or story; blue collar, a little desolate, and a whole lot of hopelessness. Walking down the street in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, a gray hoodie over his upper body, is a man we've yet to meet, but we will soon enough. All of these shots are set to the sounds of "War All the Time" by Thursday, all until it fades to an extended instrumental of the song as they hear a voice over. Voice Over: These are the streets I got my education in. A bachelor's in throwing fists, a master's in urban survival. I've got a doctorate in beating people up before they get me. Out here in Paterson, it's less about fighting to see another day. At some point in time, it just becomes the norm. Violence is the norm. With this much blood on your hands, it is what it is. The music continues to play over the speakers as the black and white shots cut to a man in an alley littered with trash, the same one who wore the gray hoodie. It's no longer a voice over and now it's the voice of the man we've been waiting for...Kylar Stark. Kylar Stark: Are you listening, EXODUS? You're not dealing with some fancy grappler with moves that will spin circles around you! You're not dealing with a hundred pound kid in skinny jeans who can do triple flip flops! You're getting a fighter. You're dealing with someone who will break your bones and put you out of your goddamn misery, simple as that. They call me "The Damned" not because I'm demonic, but because I know I'm going to hell. I'll just take a few with me kicking and screaming. EXODUS Pro, you better be ready, because Kylar Stark is coming. Make damn sure you're ready. We fade onto this before commercial... |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 7, 2013 11:45:16 GMT -6
We return from commercials to Tom Matheny standing in front of an ‘EX-PRO on FX’ banner. Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen you’re watching EXODUS Pro on FX Episode 4 and standing beside me right now is someone who must be happy, bouncing back with a win against Abby Park after No Church In The Wild, Christian Kane. Christian, thanks for joining me. Slowly walking into the shot, Christian Kane adjust his mask before speaking. Christian Kane: Happy is the last thing I’m feeling, Tom. Happy is when I’m at home with my wife and our little puppy. Happy is when I’m given the keys to a new Lamborghini. Being inside of that ring is a constant, humiliating reminder of what happened at No Church In The Wild, and today is just the start of the pain I will make everyone else feel. Tom Matheny: Well, I can’t say I completely underst- Christian Kane: No one understands, Matheny. And that’s okay with me. That’s fine, because you don’t have to pretend to know what it feels like, I will MAKE you feel what it feels like. I will do to anyone who gets in my way what I did to Joshua Sullivan. That weak, pathetic little man who tried to ride my coattails to the top, dragging me down as he did so. Tom Matheny: Is that who you blame for the loss to Strike at No Church In The Wild? Christian stops and stares at the interviewer for a moment in his mask. Christian Kane: The loss? Are you implying I lost, Matheny? I was brutalised. Brutalised to the point where Chris Strike should have been arrested. Brutalised to the point where I have to wear a mask to hide my face. The only thing I’ve lost is my face, and Chris Strike is to blame for that, no one else. Tom Matheny: So Sullivan was...? Christian Kane: A weak link who was disposed of. Now I can do Edward Nair’s bidding in peace without that idiot interrupting me every five minutes. Tom Matheny: And what is Edward Nair’s bidding? Christian Kane: I’d stop asking questions you already know the answer to. We’ve made our intentions very clear, and I’ll state my own for you right now, I’m ending Chris Strike and then I’m winning a world title. This interview is ov- Christian turns to leave but is stopped by Matheny. Tom Matheny: Christian! Wait! It’s funny you should say that because just a few moments ago I received exclusive news on your opponent for EXPRO on FX Episode 5! Our World Heavyweight Champion, Heather Halliwell in a non-title match, providing of course she defends against Adrien Cochrane later on tonight in our main event. But you against Heather is huge, what are your thoughts on that one? Christian Kane: My thoughts will become abundantly clear over the course of the next 2 weeks, Tom. It’s a big match, one I’ve always wanted and one I’ve always deserved. I’m glad I’m finally being taken seriously... With that Kane does turn and leaves as the feed cuts back to ringside. Dick Morosi: I hate to say it, but I think Christian Kane has gone off the deep end. Seth Ericson: Just lovely. Between that and Heather Halliwell going fruit loops, we may want to start calling the RIMAC the looney bin. Dick Morosi: If you think it's been crazy before, it's gonna get crazier in a moment for our next match! In what may be possibly their final encounter, The Turks will make their V2 defense of the Tag Team Titles against the team of Wulf Erikssen and Steve Lenton, aka Trouble...NEXT!  The Turks (Champions) vs. Trouble And now it's time for our rematch from No Church In The Wild, and it's for the Tag Team Championships. Seth Ericson: And Trouble will try to prove they can be a cohesive unit, and a "real" tag team as Sally Talfourd has eluded to. They'll need to do that if they hope to pry the belts away from the Turks. The arena lights fade to black. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Suddenly, at full volume, Can You Dig It (Iron Man 3 Main Titles) kicks in, with the entrance lights alternating between Royal Blue, and Red and White as the first 8 stings of the track play. On the final sting, pyros fire from either side of the entrance way explode, columns of sparks, as Steve Lenton, Wulf Erikssen and Stacey-X enter the arena. A Tron for the pair begins to play, short bursts of action punctuated by stills of the pair in various situations. Steve moves to the right of the entrance way, Wulf to the left, with Stacey remaining in the middle. Each man raises a solitary arm in salute to the crowd, as Stacey raises both arms to indicate both performers. David Zinkus: Introducing, weighing in at a combined weight of 481lbs, “Big L” Steve Lenton... “Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... they are TROUBLE! Both men head down the ramp, Steve with his trademark strut, Wulf giving high fives to the crowd as he passes. As they reach the ring, Stephen stops for a moment, reaching out to the sides to allow the fans to reach in and touch him, whilst Wulf slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Steve quickly climbs onto the apron, and straight up the turnbuckle, whilst Wulf runs up to the diagonally opposite corner, both men lifting their arms in salute to the crowd again. Meanwhile, Stacey walks around the ring to the teams corner. The pair then drop down into the ring, meeting in the centre where they greet each other with a chest bump, before peeling off back to their corner. Seth Ericson: They look focused tonight, well for consecutive losers. They're 0-2 against the champs. Dick Morosi: But they've gotten better every time, and ALMOST got the job done both times. The third time COULD be the charm. The crowd is buzzing, the excitement taking over as the anticipation builds for the coming champs. Quickly, the lights die down, darkness sweeping over the arena. Two lights come to shine on the stage, waiting for the wrestlers to make thier entrance. The music kicks in, and the crowd goes wild. "This is a fight to the death, Our holy war, A new romance, A trojan whore" David Zinkus: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 402 pounds, they are the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions! “The Last Magician” Sally Talfourd and “The Morning Star” Andreas Lasiewicz…THE TURKS!! The crowd continues to cheer, as Trouble wait in the ring, pumped up and raring to go. But their is no commotion at the entryway, no ruffling of the curtains, and as the time continues to tick and the suspense continues to build, the crowd grows restless. The lights suddenly shut back on, prompting the trim to flicker to life. Dick Morosi: What the hell is going on? Folks we seem to be experiencing technical difficulties. Seth Ericson: No we're not look! As Seth eludes to, the feed cuts backstage to show Zack Lifer and Magnus Gunner attacking The Turks, seemingly as they were making their entrances. The tag titles are strewn on the floor as Gunner tosses Sally Talfourd into a wall with utter maliciousness. He sneers down at her as her body goes limp and lifeless, then looks up down the hall at his new partner who is exchanging rights and lefts with Lasie as they battle down the aisle. Gunner quickly catches up to them, and immediately joins Lifer in a two on one assault on the "Morning Star", and the numbers game is too much for Andreas to handle, and despite a valiant effort, they eventually beat him down as well. After pinning him up onto a wall, Gunner holds the battered Turk, keeping him subdued as Zack Lifer back pedals to size him up. With a sick smile on his face, Lifer suddenly charges forward with a knee - slamming into into Lasie's temple and compressing it between his kneebone and the unforgiving wall . Andreas simply slumps down to the floor, holding his skull as the two deranged sociopaths celebrate their heinous assault. But the gloating is short lived, as they seem to be making their way to ringside. Seth Ericson: G&M has taken out The Turks! Gunner promised they'd address the tag team titles tonight, and what a statement they just made. Dick Morosi: And they're on their way out here. Trouble isn't going to go down quietly either they're spoiling for a fight - The lights suddenly go out once again, leaving the crowd buzzing apprehensively due to the uncertainty of the fate of their heroes. They don't have to wait long as the lights return to their normal fixture, revealing Gunner and Lifer to be inhabiting the ring, unbeknownst to their targets. By the time Trouble realizes, Zack and Magnus descend on them like rabid dogs, dropping them from behind and clubbing them with relentless, furious lefts and rights. Lifer quickly tosses Wulf into the corner, sending him crashing shoulder first into the steel post. Meanwhile, Gunner has Steve pinned down in the adjacent corner, but the Big L fights back. He sends Magnus back with lefts and rights, until he is suddenly blindsided by a STIFF Clothesline from Lifer that flattens him, much like an unaccounted for edge-blitzer when sacking a QB. Dick Morosi: This is a heinous, cowardly assault. They claim to be heroes, but there is nothing heroic about what they've done tonight. Wulf tries to climb back to his feet, but he's prevented thanks to a sickening kick to the head from CHRISTUM FUROR. Erikssen remains on his knees, dizzied and begging to be out out of his misery. Lifer grants his wish, charging forward with an elbow that smashes in the Barroom Heroes cranium. Dick Morosi: FOFCED SUICIDE! That's enough. That's enough Gunner. This is barbaric. Seth Ericson: G&M just let everyone know who REALLY owns the Tag Team Titles. Gunner screwed Kliff which allowed The Turks to get the titles. This is a direct message to the tag division. Dick Morosi: And EXODUS. Gunner promised their was a coming storm. Could this be the beginning? Gunner grabs Lifer by the head, and they bump foreheads and psyche one another up before CHRISTUM FUROR looks over the carnage, and finally poses in his crucifix. Tom Matheny: Hello everyone, Tom Matheny here. I’m got a very special person here to talk with me. Everyone, please welcome the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Title tonight, Mr. Adrien Cochrane! The camera pans out to reveal the Dropkick King standing next to Tom Matheny. The fans go wild at the sight of the fan favorite. Tom Matheny: Adrien, you get your match tonight. It will just be you and Heather Halliwell for the biggest title in EXODUS Pro. So I have to ask, what do you believe gives you the best chance at winning this match? All smiles across the face of Adrien Cochrane as he fans cheer again. He leans into Tom’s microphone to respond. Adrien Cochrane: One of the hardest things to beat someone who refuses to give up. And that’s what I bring to the table in a one on one match, something I’ve never lost since I got back into wrestling. And there’s a reason for that. I go out to that ring and fight with every fiber of my being. Not a single wrestler not named Zero or Heather would deny that I fight with more heart than most of this roster. Tom Matheny: I certainly wouldn’t deny it. And you’ve been preparing for it? Adrien Cochrane: Ever since the match was announced. I have a good feel for Heather’s strengths and weaknesses in the ring. And I’ve been making sure I’ve been working on how to neutralize her strengths and expose her weaknesses. Edward Nair: But it won’t be enough… The minority owner of the company walks on-screen. He has his son, Stephen Nair, standing right behind him. Edward Nair: Because the fact of the matter is, you won’t win. And that’s because you are not World Champion material. And you will not win that belt no matter how much heart or preparation you have. No matter how much you don’t give up, you won’t be good enough either. The Dropkick King approaches Nair, getting about two inches from his face. Adrien Cochrane: Every time you’ve told me that, I’ve proven you wrong. Every time you doubt me, I show you and everyone else why I AM good enough to be a World Champ. And I will do that once again. I WILL win the World Title. I don’t care how much you don’t want me to lose or what little scheme you’re going to try to prevent me. It’s not going to happen. So why don’t you quit being so uptight and angry and slip into something a little more comfortable. Like a coma. Maybe then, Stevie here could get more attention from you when he visits you. Meanwhile, I’m going to get ready for my match. Good day, sir. Edward Nair: Why you little… Adrien Cochrane: I SAID GOOD DAY, SIR! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 7, 2013 11:42:43 GMT -6
We come back from commercial to the loading area of the RIMAC, where Director of EXODUS Jonathan Collins and Assistant Assistant Director Darrin Stearns stand waiting. Waiting for some time, by the vaguely annoyed looks on their faces. Darrin Stearns: I think when he tells us to be here at a certain time, we just completely ignore it and come a half hour later, and catch him as he's coming. Jonathan Collins: Not a bad idea... ?: He's coming. The two's heads perk up at the feminine, yet slightly electronic voice. The camera pans over to a young lady holding a clipboard. We can't share any other descriptions besides that because her face is blurred out, like in a documentary or reality show to protect the person's identity. The voice is hers, but clearly run through a computer filter. The odd thing of it, besides that in itself, is that she seems to be this way normally, as Stearns and Collins show on their faces. Jonathan Collins: I don't... Darrin Stearns: What. ?: I said, he's coming. Jonathan Collins: ...and you are? ?: I'm his...urgh, personal assistant. Darrin Stearns: So, his secretary? ?: Hey! She jabs her finger into Darrin's chest. ?: I'm not a damned secretary, thank you very much! Now, the idiot's suppose to be coming. Don't have a heart attack when he does. Darrin Stearns: Oh God. Jonathan Collins: Why would we? ?: You'll see. As if on cue, a vehicle comes merrily along, stopping in front of them. To the shock of Darrin and Jon, it is a gold plated armored truck, being driven by the ever-beloved Papa Arino. From the passenger's side comes EXODUS 60% Majority Owner Nicholas Gray, who jogs up to his co-workers. Nicholas Gray: Hey! Sorry, we would've been here earlier, but turns out they didn't just have one of these ready, so we had to sit around and wait while they put the plates on in-shop. What a crock, huh? Not having one of these babies on hold. Jonathan Collins: What. Darrin Stearns: Why. Nicholas Gray: All in good time. Let's go look. He turns, pausing to look over his shoulder at the girl. He snaps his fingers twice. Nicholas Gray: Come along, Pond! Jonathan Collins: You've got to be kidding. Pond: Ugh... They all walk up to the back of the truck, where Papa Arino is busy unlatching the door. Nicholas Gray: So, you remember last year around this time? EXODUS had this big ol' tournament? Jonathan Collins: Of course. Nicholas Gray: Great! Well, with how the schedule I made up worked out, turns out we're not having it in winter. So, instead of rescheduling I decided to shelve the Winter Road for something else. Darrin Stearns: Good to know you plan things in advance. Nicholas Gray: Thanks! So, I decided to replace it with something that's personally important to me and some others here. Something that I think we can improve. Remove the tarnish that's on it, y'know? And something that our International and San Diego Bay divisions will need to pay VERY close attention to. Jonathan Collins: And why's that? Nicholas Gray: Going into it, whoever holds those belts, they get automatic entry into the tournament for it. Darrin Stearns: That's great, Nick, but for what? Gray grins, grabbing hold of the door. Nicholas Gray: Gentlemen...presenting THE HONOR CUP! Gray throws the doors open as the camera cuts to a close-up of Jon and Darrin's face, their eyes widening and mouths dropping in surprise, as a great golden light splashes across their features. On this sight we fade back to the announcer's table. Dick Morosi: Wow, the Honor Cup is coming to EXODUS! Seth Ericson: And is apparently very pretty. And what about that, uh...personal assistant? Dick Morosi: She was very...interesting looking, huh? Seth Ericson: Yep. Dick Morosi: And speaking of the Honor Cup, up next we have our San Diego Bay championship match! Whoever wins this match not only gets the belt, but they're considered automatic entries into the tournament! Seth Ericson: If they can keep the title until it starts. Dick Morosi: Hard times ahead potentially for all three men as Sylar Drake tries to keep his title against his best friend Blake Jones, and the mysterious Kira T. Zeppeli! Take it away, David!  Sylar Drake (Champion) vs. Blake Jones vs. Kira T. Zeppeli The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EXODUS PRO SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! The fans go nuts for the first title match of the night. As "Superstar Part 2" by Richy Nix begins to blare throughout the arena, Blake Jones makes his way out from behind the curtains wearing his (you pick the color) tights and a black leather jacket. The crowd cheers him on as he stands at the top of the stage and looks up at the crowd before turning his back towards them and forming a gun with his left hand. He "shoots" upwards at the lights and the arena goes pitch black and quiet for a few seconds as the music has stopped before a burst of light appears at the top of the stage. The back of Jones's jacket is lighting up and the lights are transitioning up and down the jacket as first it's Blake's first name that is lighting up different colors, then his last name underneath. The lights go back and forth until the arena lights come back on and Blake turns around and begins heading down the ramp and towards the ring. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 188 pounds…BLAKE JONES!! As he heads down the ramp, Blake either slaps hands with the fans or the fans slap hands with him depending on his mood. Once making towards the end of the ramp, Blake walks slowly up the steel steps and walks on the ring apron before hopping over the top rope into the ring, where he lands on his feet. He immediately goes up to the middle turnbuckle of a nearby corner and looks out into the crowd before making his way to the top turnbuckle, where he manages to backflip off and land on his feet. Blake removes his jacket and folds it up before handing it over to a ring crew worker and walking over to his designated corner to stretch as he awaits for the match to start. Dick Morosi: The man who slayed Ryuji Kamigawa! This kid may have consistency issues but when he is on, he is on. Seth Ericson: He’s had some problems when there is something on the line. He lost to Zero and Adrien in that triple threat and had a shot at the San Diego Bay when Matthews won it. Dick Morosi: Indeed. Let’s see if he can put it together this time. 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. Dick Morosi: Not much is known about this guy, only that Edward Nair brought him in and he’s been accused of being a cannibal. Seth Ericson: Innocent until proven guilty! Regardless, if Nair brought him, he can’t be some pushover. Dick Morosi: How do you explain Chris Marks? Seth Ericson: No one can explain Chris Marks. Drums start to pound through the sound speakers with some synth noises. The drumming intro that starts the opening of "Anthem of the Lonely" by Nine Lashes starts to play as white and red colored lights start to flash around the entrance. Then suddenly...a huge flash of lights as standing at the entrance is Sylar Drake! The crowd erupts at the sight of the challenger before he starts making his way down the aisle, slapping a few hands! A heart made of stone
Callous and bone
Fracture and tear it out
To let it go
And to think
I called it my own
And I would have never thought
The pain could grow... David Zinkus: 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 the bell sounds. DING DING DING!! The two members of the Young Guns look at each other, then look at the pro-Nair alleged cannibal across the ring from them and then execute a double clothesline on the debuting Kira T. Zeppeli. Zeppeli gets back up, and sees the two set of feet flying towards him in a dropkick motion. Dick Morosi: Double dropkick incoming! Seth Ericson: And Kira dodges! Both Sylar Drake and Blake Jones land on their backs as Kira is able to move out of the way, bounce off the ropes and hit an elbow drop on Blake Jones. Kira gets back up and stomps on the midsection of Sylar Drake. Seth Ericson: This Kira is dangerous! After a leg drop on Sylar Drake, Kira hooks the leg. ONE!! TWO!!! THR…NO!!! Dick Morosi: Blake Jones is able to break up the pinfall. Blake Jones takes down Kira T. Zeppeli with a snapmare as Sylar Drake gets back to his feet and makes eye contact with Blake Jones. Seth Ericson: Uh oh…the best friends are looking at each other! Left from Blake! Left from Sylar! Left from Blake! Right from Sylar! Right from Blake! Dick Morosi: The crowd is going nuts as these two best friends are exchanging strikes without holding back a bit. Sylar Drake is able to get Blake off his feet for a moment with a Pele Kick but as soon as Blake goes down, Kira is up and lands a thundering backfist on Sylar Drake. Kira brings Sylar back to his feet, who looks disoriented from the back fist. Kira lifts him up and drops him back on his head. Dick Morosi:Brainbuster by Kira T. Zeppeli. Seth Ericson: That man-eating psycho is pretty dangerous! Blake Jones is back to his feet, attempting a bulldog, but Kira is able to counter it into a hammerlock. Zeppeli trips up Jones and converts his hammerlock to an armbar. Jones winces for a bit as Kira T. Zeppeli gets a bit too tempted… Dick Morosi: He bit him! Zeppeli just bit Blake Jones! Seth Ericson: He’s a cannibal! Duh! Dick Morosi: Well the referee is getting onto Zeppeli about that. The ref starts scolding Zeppeli for biting, which made him release the submission. As the scolding is going on, Sylar Drake and Blake Jones get back to their feet. Jones gets a roll up, but the referee doesn’t see it. Dick Morosi: One, two…that would have been three! And now Drake kicks out! Seth Ericson: Only counts if the referee sees it. The referee finishes with Kira and turns to see Blake having Sylar Drake in a headlock. Sylar Drake pushes Blake Jones against the ropes and then is able to get a good enough grip to turn it into a German Suplex. Jones lands awkwardly on his neck. As soon as Sylar Drake is back on his feet, he is grabbed from behind by Kira T. Zeppeli, lifted up, and dropped on his head in a sitdown piledriver. Seth Ericson: My GAWD! What was that move?! Dick Morosi: That’s Kira’s finishing move, Feeding Time. Zeppeli with the cover on Drake. ONE!! TWO!!! THREE!!! DING DING DING! Blake Jones quickly grabs Sylar Drake and pulls him out of the ring before the hungry Zeppeli can do anything else to his best friend. Zeppeli looks around at the fans, who aren’t sure what to think about this result as he is handed his new championship belt. Dick Morosi: Good sign for the Young Guns as Blake saves his friend from being a post-match meal. Both must be disappointed that neither of them one. Seth Ericson: Probably so, but what can you expect, Kira is a monster!
Winner and NEW San Diego Bay Champion: Kira T. ZeppeliAs Blake turns around, he is met with a spear to the midsection by the same masked man who attacked him at No Church in the Wild. The audience immediately begins to boo as Blake lies on the mat, holding his midsection in pain. Big Brother gets to his feet and watches Blake, a sick smile appearing on his face. Dick Morosi: Oh, come on! Another blindsided attack by the man who calls himself Big Brother. Seth Ericson: He's obviously got some problem with Blake Jones and I have no problem with that. As big Brother goes to grab Blake by the head and pick him up, Sylar Drake comes in with a high knee to send the big man stumbling backwards, the audience cheering. Sylar then begins to go on the attack with a flurry of forearm strikes, getting Big Brother on the ropes before running towards the ropes opposite of Big Brother, bouncing off of them and making his way back, only for Big Brother to lower his shoulder at the last second and connect with another spear that gets the audience booing once more. Dick Morosi: Sylar Drake tried to fight back, but he is just too exhausted and Big Brother is running on full right now. Seth Ericson: Not to mention that the guy seems like 50 to 60 more pounds than Drake or Jones. Blake begins to stir once more, but Big Brother quickly goes on the attack, grabbing him and lifting him up before planting him down with a spinebuster. Blake clutches at his back as the boos don't stop for Big Brother. Dick Morosi: Now, this is getting ridiculous. Big Brother drags Blake over to the center of the ring before moving over to Sylar Drake and grabbing him by the head, slowly getting him to his feet. He drives a boot to the midsection of the Newcastle superstar, keeling him over before lifting him up and powerbombing him right onto Blake Jones, causing Sylar to hold his back in pain as Blake hold his chest and midsection in pain from the impact. Seth Ericson: Damn. That was absolute destruction right there. Dick Morosi: Guarantee you Edward Nair has a big grin on his face. He does not like either Sylar or Blake. Big Brother looks down at the Young Guns, smirking. He then slowly exits the ring and jumps the barricade, fleeing before any security can make their way out and catch him, the scene fading out to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 7, 2013 11:40:22 GMT -6
Backstage, Tom Matheny's set up in front of the EXPRO on FX interview set. Tom Matheny: Right now, my guest is one of the challengers for the International Title...Jimmy Ri- He's cut off as Jimmy Riley steps into frame. His hoodie of choice for tonight is rather extravagant; the shimmering metallic gold shines in the lights of the set. The hood is up, but it's still easy to see Jimmy's face as he looks at Tom. Jimmy Riley: You...you forgot the nickname. Tom Matheny: My mistake - “The Risen Star,” Jimmy Riley. Jimmy Riley: That's more like it. Now then, Tom...I'm sure you're asking the same thing everyone else is asking – how, exactly, did Jimmy Riley end up in the International Title match? Matheny looks a tad confused. Tom Matheny: That...That's not the question I- Jimmy Riley: I'm gonna tell you straight up. I didn't want this match, Tom. I didn't want my first night back to be such an utter and complete destruction of not one but two! Two, Tom! Two excellent EXODUS Pro competitors. Jimmy turns, looking at the camera instead of at Matheny. Jimmy Riley: But I got a call. A call from Edward Nair, a man who believes in me far more than Rufus Frost ever did, far more than these people ever did- One (one being Jimmy Riley) can hear the fans booing that statement. Jimmy Riley: He called and said; I need a winner. I don't have one in Jerry Matthews, because he's already proven that he can't get the job done...and worse yet, he's had his help banned from ringside. I don't have one, he said, in Johnny Cannon, because Cannon needs a goal in his sobriety. He looks again at Tom. Jimmy Riley: We can speak openly about that, right? He did, I do, we can all talk about how Johnny Cannon's “sobriety” is just a tool for him to focus on the task at hand, so he's not out cavorting around with prostitutes like he's...I don't know, Dan Stein. A few fans familiar with Stein's run in with Jerry Matthews from months ago cheer for the name drop. Jimmy looks back at the camera. Jimmy Riley: Edward Nair called me because he needed a winner. And like Thor coming down from Asgard to save the day...I'm here. I'm here to save the International Title, to save the city of San Diego that I so lovingly call home- ...The fans don't even like that. Tough crowd. Jimmy Riley: And to save EXODUS Pro. Because EXODUS, much like Edward Nair, much like the women sleeping with Johnny Cannon, and much like the man who makes Jerry Matthews' suits...deserves better. Riley smirks. Jimmy Riley: And I. Am. Better. Tom Matheny looks over Jimmy's shoulder and motions for the camera to move...which it does...to reveal Jonathan Collins! He taps Riley on the shoulder, and “The Risen Star” turns to find himself face-to-face with The Director! Neither man looks upset, but there's still a little bit of tension in the air between the two friends. Jon motions and Matheny scrambles away, but the camera stays. Not every word is picked up by the camera's microphone, but a few are made out. Jonathan Collins: ...you...soon...talk...attitude. Jimmy Riley: Me?...one...started...finish. Collins turns to the camera and puts a hand up, leading to cutting back to ringside. Dick Morosi: I feel like right now, Seth, that's the most uncomfortable six feet in the RIMAC. Seth Ericson: You're telling me! Dick Morosi: Coming up next, while we decompress from that, is a huge number one contender's match! It's Chris Strike meeting Magnus Gunner and Zero McHannon...next! The music starts and the opening music hits the speakers. A shower of pyros cover the walk through entrance and the music hits harder. The crowd begins to pop with a cheers and yells of hatred.
"Nobody likes me. No one likes me, but I don't like them. Uh uh, I don't nah uh. Nobody likes me. No one likes me, why? Cause I don't like them. Uh uh, I don't nah uh."
Zero walks through the sparks, wearing a leather jacket with a bikers chain hanging from the side, with his hands raised as the words echo through the arena. Beeno comes through the pyros right after him and throws his hands into the air while walking to one side of the stage. He starts pounding his chest and walks to the other side of the stage, throwing his hands up again. Zero hasn't moved from in front of entrance and slowly lowers his hands as a flash from the cameras reflect off him.
"All this hate you gave me, it turned me to rage, now I'm burning in flames, all the things that you said, they've been stuck in my head, now I'm at it again, an addict, welcome to hell bitch you can't do nothin' about it,"
While Zero is absorbing the atmosphere at the top of the ramp, Beeno starts to run circles around Zero before posing for the cameras in front of him. The cameras are still flashing as Zero nods his head and slowly makes his way down the ramp, the chain swaying on his leather jacket. Beeno begins to run down the ramp yelling at the fans on the other side of the barrier. He acts like he was going to reach out to touch their hands, but brought his hand back just in time and shows off. Zero looked from left to right at the fans as he slowly made his way down the ramp. David Zinkus: The following is a triple threat match to determine the number one contender to the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight championship! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida; weighing in at 235 pounds, ZERO MCHANNON! Seth Ericson: This is Zero's chance to recuperate and get another shot at that title. Let's hope he doesn't screw it up. Dick Morosi: Zero seems to have been very quiet ever since that loss at No Church in the Wild though. Seth Ericson: Guy's just had no words to speak. Stuff happens. 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: And his opponent, 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! Dick Morosi: Another superstar who wants to get his name back into the World title picture is Magnus Gunner, who last fought for the title against former champion Fiona Rourke. Seth Ericson: I'd be very careful and I'd watch my back for a crazy Zack Lifer may appear out of nowhere. Unwelcome and unwanted, like gonorrhea. “Spinning further deeper
I know you're out to try me
I'm not in this to be a slave
I push the dirt
Make me feel
Locate what swallows life
Night bird you build my world”
"..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes" As his name echoes through the venue, the velvet curtains are ruffled from their suspension with the brushing of white hockey-tape covered hands. Magnus is revealed to the teaming masses of humanity with a pair of black knee pads and boots, along with a pair of denim shorts and a Stone Temple Pilots T-shirt, half soaked with water that drips from his jet black locks. Gunner stands still and tall at the apex of the ramp, his face black, his wavy hair covering his face as his head hangs askew whilst he poses in the crucifix. Magnus begins to march down the aisle, removing his shirt and carelessly tossing it to the floor in the process as he proceeds to walk with a slow, methodical, fatigued-appearing amble, with his shoulders relaxed and arms dangling loosely, his weight shifting from foot to foot to cause him to somewhat sway - idiosyncrasies that go unmatched yet unnoticed to the untrained eye. "Judge me now
Used to be afraid to let it show, bow down
A king in my own mind
Everything's in place so much brighter from today" Gunner knees up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle. His head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch a top the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral, twisted, demented thoughts and plans he intends to carry out to torment his adversary. "Drown the monster
Make all bad dreams go away
Whatever it takes to keep your hands free
Open scars, the quiet place
All the bridges fall to the ground and you say you sacrificed"
"..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes" Magnus climbs down from the corner and drops down into the ring, his feet landing on the canvas with a slight thud. He slowly backs into the corner and crouches slightly, his cold-blooded eyes unblinking as his theme fades away. Dick Morosi: Can you say that Magnus Gunner would be a favorite in a match that didn't involve the two opponents he has here tonight? Seth Ericson: Oh, most definitely. Magnus Gunner can go toe-to-toe in the ring with anyone, so I guess this match can prov just that. The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “March of Mephisto” by Kamelot blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.David Zinkus: And their opponent, from Sao Paulo, Brazil; weighing in at 215 pounds, CHRIS STRIKE! Seth Ericson: Ugh, I hate this guy. Dick Morosi: I'm sure he isn't your biggest fan either.... 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… Seth Ericson: How dare does this man even show his face after what he did to Christian Kane?! Dick Morosi: Chill, Seth. You haven't been this angry since Kanye interrupted Taylor Swift. Seth Ericson: DON'T MENTION KANYE AROUND ME! Dick Morosi: Okay, I'll just talk about the match then. Lots of talent in all three men. Let's see who pulls off the victory. DING! DING! DING!Number 1 Contenders to the EXODUS World Championship Match
Chris Strike vs. Magnus Gunner vs. Zero McHannonAll three men begin to look at one another, daring the others to step forward and attempt something. It takes a few seconds, but as Strike focuses on Gunner, McHannon charges in and hits Strike from behind, causing him to fall to the mat. Magnus takes advantage of this and charges towards Zero McHannon, bringing him down with a lariat. As Strike manages to make it up to both feet, he is dropped back down to the mat with a lariat that almost takes his head off by Magnus Gunner, inciting boos from the audience and a few "ooh" noises. Zero seems to be getting back up to a vertical base, but Magnus Gunner does not allow the Floridian to get much breathing in as he runs forward, grabs Zero's neck and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Dick Morosi: Magnus Gunner taking early control here. Seth Ericson: Can he keep it up though? Magnus looks down at his two opponents with a look of confidence before grabbing Strike's head, pulling him up by pulling slightly at his hair, getting Gunner a warning from the referee. Once Gunner gets Strike to both feet, he looks to go for a German suplex, but Strike blocks it with a punch to the midsection. And another one. And one final one that gets Gunner to release the hold, only for Gunner to grab Strike's head and plant him down with a headbutt to boos from the audience. Gunner seems to be all in control until Zero McHannon sneaks up from behind and rolls him up, the referee quickly going to the mat to make the count! ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: Close call there! Magnus just manages to kick out and get to his knees as he looks over and sees that Zero was the man who tried to get the early pin. Unfortunately for Gunner, he has left himself open for McHannon to plant a boot right on his face and knock him down. McHannon rubs his neck for a few seconds as he looks down at Magnus in disgust, absolutely angered at the fact that Magnus caught him with that swinging neckbreaker. Zero begins to stomp away at Magnus, the audience neither booing or cheering as they share no good feelings towards these two men. After a couple of stomps, Zero looks over at Strike, who has his back turned to the Miami native. Zero grabs Strike by the back of the head, but Strike throws out an elbow that catches Zero in the jaw before he turns around and launches a European uppercut that sends Zero falling to the mat and gets the audience back into a cheering mode. Seth Ericson: Man, fuck European uppercuts. So overused. Almost as bad as the Superkick. Dick Morosi: Well, regardless of that, Chris Strike now seems to be in control. As Magnus seems to be getting to his feet, Chris runs forward and jumps up, sending out a forearm that smashes into the face of Magnus Gunner and sends Magnus falling out of the ring and landing hard on the floor. The audience continues to cheer on Strike as he turns around and sees Zero slowly getting to his feet. As soon as Zero turns around, Strike runs forward and attempts the same move, his right forearm connecting with Zero's face. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike in full control here! Seth Ericson: BOOOOOOOO! Dick Morosi: You are more biased than Kirk Herbstreit with Ohio State. Seth Ericson: Shit, I'm that bad? Strike quickly gets to his feet and goes back on the attack, dropping a knee that connects with Zero's face, forcing Zero to roll around the ring in pain. Chris then grabs Zero by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before planting him with a DDT onto the mat. Strike quickly rolls over Zero and hooks both legs as he tries to get an early pin. ONE!
TWO!
BROKEN UP BY GUNNER!
Seth Ericson: Thank you, Magnus Gunner! Magnus manages to just break up the pin, stomping at Strike's chest and causing Strike to release the pin attempt. Magnus quickly grabs Strike and tosses him out of the ring before following him. He grabs Strike and tosses him right up against the barricade, Strike letting out a growl of pain. Gunner then grabs Strike and tosses him right into the steel steps, knocking the steps out of place as Strike lies on the ground, clutching at his ribs and shoulder in pain. Gunner, happy with his work that happened outside, rolls back into the ring. As he gets to both feet, he is met with a dropkick that knocks him back down from Zero McHannon. The audience remains quiet as Zero takes control. Dick Morosi: And now Zero McHannon picks up on the opportunity and lands a beautiful dropkick on Magnus Gunner! Seth Ericson: Attaboy, Zero! Zero quickly grabs Magnus and slowly picks him up, the slight weight difference not helping him out. Once he gets Gunner to both feet, Zero kicks Gunner in the midsection before hooking his head and quickly planting Gunner's head onto the mat before rolling him over and attempting a pinfall. ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Zero just shakes his head as he gets up to both feet again, this time not attempting to pick up Gunner. Instead, Zero begins to stalk his opponent, waiting for him to get up to both feet before running forward and leaping upwards, grabbing at Gunner's neck before lifting his knees up, bringing Gunner down upon them with a double knee facebreaker. Gunner just clutches at his stomach as Zero goes for the attempt, only to stop at the last second. Seth Ericson: What the hell is he doing? PIN HIM! Dick Morosi: Looks like Zero has other plans... Zero rolls out of the ring to the same side where Strike is slowly recovering, and begins to move the apron upwards so he can look underneath for a weapon. After a few seconds, Zero pulls out a steel chair and lets the apron drop. He picks up the steel chair and sets his sight on Strike first, walking forward and planting a chair shot right onto the back of Strike, causing Strike to fall back down to the ground in pain as Zero just smirks at his work. Dick Morosi: Zero McHannon with a steel chair shot to the back of Chris Strike! Come on! Seth Ericson: That's fair in triple threat rules. Deal with it, Dick! Zero then slides back in the ring, looking to go over and attack Gunner, only for Gunner to see it coming and drive a fist right into the midsection of Zero, causing Zero to let go of the chair as Gunner grabs both of his arms, lifts him up, and brings him down with a Sideout sitout powerslam. Magnus then hooks the outside leg as the ref begins a pinfall count once more. ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: And Zero stays alive! Gunner quickly goes back on the attack, grabbing Zero by the head as he helps him up before lifting him up and keeping him up for a couple of seconds before dropping him back down onto the mat headfirst with a Brainbuster. Gunner quickly gets up to both feet and looks down at Zero with a sick smirk before picking up once more. He lifts up Zero into the powerbomb position and aims for a corner as he holds Zero up there before launching Zero right into the corner, Zero's head bouncing off the top turnbuckle as he drops to his knees, then falls down onto the mat as Gunner drops to his knees and rolls Zero over before pinning him, the audience praying that Zero somehow kicks out. ONE!
TWO!
TH-STRIKE BREAKS IT UP!Dick Morosi: Strike breaks up the pin! Seth Ericson: ....DAMMIT. Strike manages to just dive forward and hit Gunner on the head with both fists clenched together, breaking up the pinfall. Strike quickly gets to his feet as Gunner also rolls up to both feet and runs forward, only for Strike to go 360, raising his right leg to connect with a round house kick that stuns Gunner as he stumbles backwards before turning his back to Strike. Strike then runs forward, grabs Gunner's head, and plants him onto the mat with a one handed bulldog before going for the cover. ONE!
TWO!
BROKEN UP BY ZERO MCHANNON!
Dick Morosi: Close one by Chris Strike. He had the match there. Seth Ericson: Yeah, okay. After Zero breaks up the count, he grabs Strike by the head, only for Strike to slap his hands and connect with an open palm strike to the face, sending Zero to the ground as the audience cheers. Dick Morosi: Shotei connects! Strike then goes to grab Gunner, but Gunner reverses into an inverted headlock before spinning around and driving an elbow to the face of Strike, knocking him down to the ground as the audience boos. Seth Ericson: Brain Aneurysm! Gunner walks over to Zero and looks to get rid of the young superstar, but Zero connects with a low blow before rolling up to both feet, hooking Gunner's neck, and twisting him around for a Moonlight Drive, the move not only taking out Magnus Gunner, but leaving Zero on the mat as he tries to catch his breath. Dick Morosi: And a Moonlight Drive by Zero McHannon! Seth Ericson: All three men down right now! Zero starts to look out to the crowd, looking like he's absolutely feeling it as he slowly starts sizing up Gunner for...he picks him up...ZERO TOLERANCE! The crowd surprisingly pops for McHannon hitting his go-to finisher, and he seems almost stunned! He starts to get up, looking to the crowd as he looks prepared to go up---STRIKE IS UP AND AS MCHANNON IS PERCHED ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE...SPRINGBOARD NARUKAMI! MCHANNON IS DOWN AND STRIKE GOES TO HOOK THE LEG! ONE... TWO... Gunner is up, and he tries to make the le---THREE! "March of Mephisto" starts again, and the crowd is on their feet as Chris Strike brings it home! David Zinkus: Here is your winner...AND THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE EXODUS PRO WORLD TITLE...CHRISSSSSSSS STRIIIIIIIIIKE! Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell and Adrien Cochrane have to be very concerned at the moment, because this is a dangerous looking Chris Strike coming up on them. Seth Ericson: Yeah, well Heather's got just the remedy for a guy like Strike. Winner and Number 1 Contender to the EXODUS World Title: Chris StrikeWithin a few moments, Chris has the microphone in his right hand as he leans off the ropes and makes his way back to the center of the ring, his heavy breathing being heard for a brief moment as he brings it near his lips, glancing at the crowd and basking in on another roar of approval from the RIMAC. Chris Strike: …My journey to conquer the world once again…it starts here tonight. Strike’s smile widened as the crowd is off their seats, applauding him accordingly and in approval of the hard fought victory he managed to seize on this night. Chris Strike: Whether it’s against Heather Halliwell or Adrien Cochrane…whether it happens two weeks from now, at Autumn Effect or beyond that…when my name is the one listed as the “challenger” for the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight championship? I plan on seizing that opportunity and becoming World Heavyweight champion again! His eyes narrow, his breathing still heavy but the look of determination continues to earn him the love and support of the fans, even with some of his actions as of late being slightly more questionable. Chris Strike: But until that time? Whether it’s Christian Kane, Gods & Monsters or anybody else in that locker room…you keep lining ‘em up and I will knock them down! And there isn’t a damned thing… The cameras close up on Strike and the wide smile on his face. Chris Strike: …that you’ll be able to do about it! We cut to backstage, outside of the RIMAC to be precise. The sky itself is beginning to darken and the clouds themselves seemingly turning to a rich purple in the moonlight. A solitary figure steps out from the emergency exit, clad in a dazzling yellow gold and crimson outfit. His head is bowed, thick espresso curls forming a mop upon his head. His eyes are closed tightly as if in deep contemplation of what is to come as he lights a cigarette that he had been carrying in his right hand with a silver plated zippo lighter he was concealing in his left. There is a low ring of a telephone, a familiar battle tune that the figure instantly recognises. The figure, who has a glistening golden belt strapped around his waist lifts the phone to his ear as he answers it. Andreas Lasiewicz grins as he responds to the other line. Andreas Lasiewicz: Dzień dobry… I haven’t gone far. I’m simply having a smoke… What else is good for you? Hmmm… You know this is my pre match ritual… Everything will be fine, just keep your head in the game… Oh, I know… I know… As he speaks there is seemingly a shadow moving in the background. Even though there are plenty of spotlights illuminating the area, the identity of this ‘shadow’ is shrouded in secrecy. Andreas obviously notices this presence, but it only raises a smile to his face. Andreas Lasiewicz: We’ve beaten them twice, Sally. We are the rightful champions and tonight will be no different… It may well be tougher, yes… Just be ready and don’t let anything distract you… What do I mean? Oh… nothing really. Just the usual. I’ll see you soon enough… Dobranoc… Andreas puts down the phone as he finishes off his cigarette, flickering it at the wall as the embers danced a waltz to the floor. Lasiewicz stares off into the shadows, a Cheshire cat grin upon his face. Andreas Lasiewicz: Keep an eye on the situation for me. Both that, and the other situation that we spoke of. I know 'he' is here. I expect something to happen. Do not interfere though; I merely need you to keep me informed of proceedings. The shadow seemingly responded, though nothing could be heard on camera. Andreas Lasiewicz: Playing with fire… I understand that. What was that phrase you once said… ‘Comprendre, c'est pardoner.’ Take care, Little Bird… The shadow seemingly slinks off in silence. 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The camera comes back from commercial to the backstage area as we get a glimpse into a locker room, Christian Kane’s, specifically. Focusing in on a glossy metallic mask which lays on a hook the mask is suddenly snatched away out of shot and as the camera slowly moves to its right we’re greeted to the sight of a masked Christian Kane, thanks to horrific facial injuries brought upon him by his nemesis, Chris Strike. Seth Ericson: Sweet mask... Dick Morosi: Something teased by Kane for the past two weeks here, and it seems he is in fact wearing a protective mask, something he’s done in the past. Running a hand over the mask Christian is suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door and then a voice. ?: Uh, Kane, it’s me. Dropping the hand to his side Christian responds, his voice somewhat muffled behind the mask. Christian Kane: Come in, Joshua. With entry granted “The Main Event” Joshua Sullivan enters the room wearing one of his own t-shirts alongside a pair of jeans, he’s not wrestling tonight clearly. Closing the door behind him, Joshua walks over to a bench and sits down. Joshua Sullivan: Sorry for interrupting you, I know you have a match soon, just thought we needed to talk is all. Christian Kane: Then talk. He motions for Christian to sit. Joshua Sullivan: Do you wanna sit or...? Christian Kane: Like you said, I have a match. Somewhat taken aback by Christian Kane’s...well...lack of dialogue Sullivan continues. Joshua Sullivan: I just think what happened at No Church In The Wild should be touched on, that’s all. I mean, we both lost right? And we both know we’re better than that. Way better than we were, so what do we do? Christian Kane: What...do we do? Joshua Sullivan: Yeah. We can’t take this company for ourselves if we’re going to be losing matches. I got embarrassed and you...well...look, you’re wearing a face mask now! Christian nods as he paces the room slowly. Christian Kane: I do have a mask. Yes. An astute observation, Joshua. Joshua Sullivan: Whatever, it is what it is and we need to change that. So what do we do? The Once Handsome Drifter lets out half a chuckle from underneath his mask as he slowly saunters towards his protégé. Christian Kane: Stand up, Joshua, I’ll tell you a story. Uncomfortably so, Sullivan complies and Kane grasps him gently by the back of the head. Christian Kane: After Chris Strike mutilated me, once the swelling had gone down and the blood had dried I looked in the mirror, Joshua, and do you want to know what I saw? I saw a loser. I saw a man who not only had succumbed to one of his greatest rivals, but a weak, pathetic sniveling man who had let someone take away one of the things that made him great. One of the things that made him a Golden God. As I fell from... grace...I realised something important. Something I had forgotten and something I needed to correct. Joshua, I was so mixed up in my own emotions I didn’t step back to read the field. I didn’t see who I was surrounding myself with until I looked in that mirror. And it was then...it was then I realised that in this great chain I built for myself there was a weak link. Joshua Sullivan: I don’t th- Without a word Christian pulls Joshua forward by the neck and propels his head forward, smashing Joshua Sullivan’s face open with the metal mask. There is no fight back, just submission as “The Main Event” slumps to his knees. Leaning forward Kane smashes his face into Sullivan’s once more, leaving the young Stryke Dojo graduate bleeding heavily as his almost lifeless body rests against the bench he once sat on. Christian Kane: And even in the greatest of chains, Joshua, one weak link can break it. Walking slowly over to one of the lockers in the room, Christian pulls out a chain and displays it to Joshua. Christian Kane: Because a chain, Sullivan - can hold. And it is what it is, but tell me, what’s a chain when it’s broken? Huh? Pulling a clearly weak link of the chain apart, Christian breaks it. Swinging the chain around, Kane decides to answer his own questions. Christian Kane: Time's up. It’s a weapon. With that Christian violently swings the chain at Joshua which makes a horrible noise as it collides with his body, sending him face down in a pool of his own blood on the locker room floor. Kane is not done yet however as lifts Joshua’s head up by his hair, feeding the chain across his throat before grabbing the other end of the chain. Christian Kane: I’m sorry it had to be you, but it had to be you and now the chain may remain strong as ever...because broken chains can be fixed once you break the weakest link. Pulling Joshua’s head up by the chain, Kane places his right foot on the back of his head as he continues to speak. Christian Kane: I told everyone that I felt myself slipping and now...I guess...I’ve slipped. Stamping downwards with excessive force Christian Kane curbstomps “The Main Event” Joshua Sullivan back down into a pool of his own blood leaving him unconscious. Stepping over Sullivan’s body Kane picks up a towel and wipes his blooded mask down as he walks out of the locker room door, toward his match. The camera however focuses on Joshua Sullivan as we hear the solemn voice of Dick Morosi. Dick Morosi: You never want to see this happen to anyone and we’re going to need medical personnel back there as soon as possible for Joshua Sullivan. Christian Kane has snapped folks, and his match is coming up next. David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… The slow, heavy riffs of “You’ve Seen The Butcher” by The Deftones start up as a loitering Christian Kane appears at the top of the entrance way. His mask firmly strapped and fitted onto his face The Deformed Drifter begins to walk down towards the ring as the song continues to play, no obscenity, no typical Christian Kane taunting...nothing. Despite this the fans still show Kane no love whatsoever. 'I wanna watch you close I need to see for sure And then the tape is on Who do you think we could show' Stopping just before the ring Kane looks up at the lights, closes his eyes and runs his hands over his face - his mask. Dropping his arms by his sides he exhales heavily as he turns left and begins to walk up the steps. Walking across the apron Christian Kane starts to inaudibly murmur to himself as he enters the ring, continuing to do so as his eyes widen and shut frantically before another large exhale. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds…he is “THE DEFORMED DRIFTER,” CHRIIIIISTIAAAANNNNNN…KAAAAAAANEEEEEEEE!!!!!! He proceeds to pace slowly back and forth across the ring following his introduction, ignoring the extremely negative reaction from the die-hard EXODUS Pro fans in attendance at the RIMAC. Adjusting his mask Christian Kane slowly and silently backs into his corner as the music fades out. Dick Morosi: Two weeks removed from one of the most brutal matches in EXODUS Pro history and Christian Kane’s right back to work. Although he’s got a little something with him. Seth Ericson: Due to the damage on his face, Edward Nair provided him with that white and gold mask that fits his face to a tee. And I have gotten word, Dick, that should Christian Kane decide to make use of that mask as a weapon while wearing it? Completely legal. Dick Morosi: …Seriously? Seth Ericson: That’s the word. The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW “Maw Maw Song” by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you David Zinkus: And his opponent…from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds…she is ABBYYYYYY…PAAAAAAAAAARKKKK!!!!!!! Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. Dick Morosi: Abby Park’s return in EXODUS Pro to keep Deacon Jeremiah from possibly interfering in the International title match was unexpected, but she is back and she’s looking to get herself right back into the action here. Seth Ericson: She can hit as hard as anybody, but she’s got to deal with a guy who, while still wounded from his No Holds Barred at No Church in the Wild, will bring the fight to her in any way possible. Singles Match
Abby Park vs. Christian KaneAs the bell rang, the two combatants made their way to the center of the ring, Abby going on the offensive as she began to land fierce right and left kicks to the side of Kane’s thighs and up to his ribcage, using her speed to keep the taller, heavier wrestler at bay. The kicks force Kane over towards the ropes, where he sticks his upper body between the middle and top ropes, forcing the referee to step in and keep Abby from further kicking him. Kane returns to the center of the ring alongside with Park and she’s back on the attack with palm strikes and kicks, forcing Kane to guard and bringing him towards the corner. Continuing to be on the aggressive, Abby begins to nail Kane with stomps, doubling him over and putting him into a sitting position. Christian holds his arms up, trying to grab on to Abby and screaming things at the referee. That ruckus gives Kane enough time to grab on to Park’s waist and push her head-first into the middle turnbuckle, causing her offense to abruptly stop. Seth Ericson: Well, that’s a nifty counter. Dick Morosi: Abby Park started this match going full throttle, but Kane brought that to a screeching halt with their usual shenanigans. Dragging her off the corner and pulling her back to her feet, Kane grabs a few locks of her hair and pulls her right into a MASSIVE headbutt to the back of the head using the mask, repeating the process a few times before letting Park fall to the mat. Dick Morosi: And there’s the use of the mask! Seth Ericson: Again, completely legal. Kane turns her over and goes for the first pinfall of the night. ONE!!!! TWOOOOO!!! TH- Nope! Abby kicks out. Kane immediately goes on the attack with mounted punches to Park’s face before bringing her back to feet, hooking her right leg and going for a Northern Lights Suplex attempt, which Abby blocks a few times, not allowing herself to go up for the ride and trying to fight it off with a few punches to Kane’s ribs. However, another massive headbutt with the mask to the side of her head keeps Park at bay before Kane lifts her up for the Northern Lights Suplex and keeping the leg hooked for the cover: ONE!!!! TWOOOOO!!! TH- Nope! Abby kicks out again. Kane pounds the mat, displaying his frustration at not being able to finish this off quickly given his injuries. He gradually brings himself back to his feet, taunting Abby to get back to her feet and as she’s doubled over, Kane runs to the ropes and on his way back, attempts to nail her with The Shocker but Park gets herself out of the way, as Kane’s scissors kick attempt hits nothing but air. As he lands it, Abby immediately lands with a pair of backhand chops to the side of Kane’s neck before doubling him over with a knee to the gut and dropping him with a DDT. Dick Morosi: Whoa! What a series of movies by Abby Park here. Seth Ericson: Hard and fast hitting action here, Dick! Without a shred of hesitation, Park lays on a few extra stomps to Kane’s prone body before running to the apron, getting past the ropes and climbing up to the top rope. She beckons for Kane to get back to her feet and as the now “Deformed Drifter” got back to his feet, Abby jumps off the top rope and connects with her patented seated senton, as the crowd inside of the RIMAC Arena jumps off of their seats accordingly. Dick Morosi: Nashville Shores! Abby immediately reaches back, grabbing on to the legs of Kane and putting in the cover from that point: ONE!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! THRE- …BUT ABBY JUMPS OUT OF THE COVER AS IF SHE’S SEEN A FUCKING GHOST! Dick Morosi: WHOA! Seth Ericson: Wait, what the hell?! Abby had the cover on him, but… Abby’s eyes narrow, her left hand holding on a certain part of her that isn’t exactly held, her face having turned into a shade of red as Kane sits up to his feet, the mask covering all of his facial expressions. However, he runs the lip portion of his mask through a pair of fingers in his right hand and that causes Abby to come flying at him with punches and kicks towards the mask itself. Seth Ericson: Holy crap she’s lost it! Dick Morosi: We’re not exactly sure what happened, but let’s get this over to replay and see what did happen. The screen changes to a nifty graphic where the live footage of Abby Park making it rain with punches and kicks to Kane’s mask and body continues is on a smaller screen, while the bigger screen shows Park connecting with the Nashville Shores and the cover. The cameras focus on the shot of the cover, noticing Christian Kane’s index and middle fingers reaching out from the mat and LITERALLY coming up onto Abby’s crotch, as if trying to…well…y’know…go in. Then, the jump out. Dick Morosi: That replay……………..I have no words. Seth Ericson: ………..So, I legitimately think this is the second time we’ve seen somebody finger banged in EXODUS Pro history. Dick Morosi: That is really sad that we have to say that this is the SECOND time we’ve seen it happen! Seth Ericson: …And once again, ladies and gentlemen…we’re not discussing the first one again. Ever again. At this point, the footage changes back to the full live picture, as Abby has Kane back on his feet and has him up on her shoulders, attempting to go for her patented Cropduster maneuver, but Kane is countering it with a series of elbows to the side of the neck before releasing himself from her grip and landing behind her. Kane jumps up and locks on a sleeper hold to Park, attempting to outright choke her out entirely…but Abby’s fighting spirit shows yet again, as she counters by backing him up against the nearest corner. As Kane collides against the corner, Park turns around and lands with an enziguri to the side of Christian’s mask, keeping him at bay. Patting her right leg, she points to the corner and screams at Kane’s direction before taking off on a run towards the ropes, LEAPING into the air from the moment she gets past the middle of the ring. Dick Morosi: Gourd-Head time… Kane, however, manages to roll over to his right as Abby is mid-air. However, Park manages to correct herself and land right onto the middle ropes while Kane stumbled back to the center of the ring. Looking back, Abby took the jump from the middle rope and turned around, going for a crossbody…only to have her chest met with a MASSIVE mask headbutt by Christian Kane in the air, flooring her instantly and the impact causing Kane to stumble back as well. Seth Ericson: WHAT A SHOT! Dick Morosi: A dastardly move by Christian Kane and you can damn sure bet he’s taking advantage of Edward Nair’s gracious little gift and the legality of it. Christian reaches out with his left hand, patting the mask from top to bottom and once he can see it’s all in place without any scratches or breaks, he nods, watching as Park’s on all fours and attempting to make her way back to her feet. He points at her and the cameraman can distinctively hear him screaming “FUCK YOU, FAVELA!” before dashing out and connecting with the SSK to the side of Abby’s head as she got to her knees. Park falls like a sack of potatoes, before Christian turns her over and covers her, making sure to add insult to injury with a forearm placed right across her face: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bell immediately rings at the referee’s cue, as “You’ve Seen the Butcher” by The Deftones blares out over the PA system as the referee eventually raises Kane’s hand. David Zinkus: Here is your winner via pinfall…“THE DEFORMED DRIFTER,” CHRIIIIISTIAAAANNNNNN…KAAAAAAANEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Kane gradually releases his grip from the referee and he turns to look over at Abby Park once again before turning back to the ramp and going in between the ropes to the apron, then hopping off, making his way out and back up the ramp. Dick Morosi: A hell of an effort by Abby Park here in her return match and she gave it one hell of a shot. But Kane seizes the day, all thanks to the use of that damned mask. Seth Ericson: Hey, if Abby Park or anybody else has an issue with the fact that Christian Kane will use that mask to cause damage, they can blame the guy who used a railroad spike on his face two weeks ago! Winner: Christian KaneThe scene cuts backstage once again with Edward Nair standing outside a locker room. He knocks loudly on the door. Voice: Who is it? What do you want? Edward Nair: It’s me. Voice: Ah. The ole fearless leader. Whatcha got, bossman? Nair nods his head as he gives the order. Edward Nair: It’s time. The door creaks upon as the unseen wrestler is shocked at the news. Voice: Now? It has to be now? Edward Nair: Yes, it HAS to be now. You’ve gotten all your affairs in order, correct? Voice: Yes, but I was hoping for a bit more notice. Edward Nair: There is an incentive. Edward Nair holds up the cash given to him by Heather Halliwell. Edward Nair: It should be enough to accommodate you. Voice: Fine, but I want that upfront. I’m taking a huge risk here. Edward Nair: Here. Nair gives the money to the wrestler. Edward Nair: Don’t let us down. Voice: Yes, sir. Nair exits the hallway. The door opens all the way to reveal the man holding the giant wad of cash. Chris Marks. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 7, 2013 11:38:00 GMT -6
The camera opens on Heather Halliwell prancing around backstage with Exodus World title draped over her shoulder. She’s dressed for battle except her trench coat. She stops in front of Edward Nair’s office and knocks loudly before letting herself in. Nair is behind his desk and seems pleased to see Heather enter his office.
Heather Halliwell: Knock knock, you’re money maker is here.
Edward Nair removes his reading glasses and sets them down on the desk to greet the champion.
Edward Nair: Hello, dear! What brings you to my office tonight?
Heather beams at Nair and sits on the edge of his desk, fingering her name on the title nameplate.
Heather Halliwell: I came to talk a little business with you, actually. Involving uh…
Heather pats the belt over her shoulder for emphasis.
Edward Nair: Yes. I know what’s going on. Do you really think this could be a problem?
Heather Halliwell: Not on my end… But there is ALWAYS someone who will have his back enough to make trouble for you and I.
Nair looks up as if he was in deep thought.
Edward Nair: I had a plan in case I would ever need to make sure that hack ever gets close to your belt. I guess it is time to pull the trigger on that plan. Because the last thing I ever want to see in this company is HIM as the champion.
Heather nods thoughtfully and looks Nair straight in the eye.
Heather Halliwell: A plan, you say? Would this involve a certain mutual acquaintance of ours?
Edward Nair: Didn’t know you thought of him as that, but yes. It is.
Heather chuckles and shakes her head.
Heather Halliwell: Acquaintance, not friend. I’m sure you’ll pay him handsomely for his job tonight, but just to add some incentive…
Heather leans over and reaches into the top of her boot. She pulls out a wad of large bills and tosses them onto the desk in front of Nair.
Heather Halliwell: Tell him he gets a fat bonus if he does the job right.
Edward Nair: Consider it done. Break a leg, dear. And make it his.
Heather grins and winks down at Nair as she hops off the desk.
Heather Halliwell: Legs are easily healed. I’m going to break his spirit completely.
Dick Morosi: That's not worrisome or anything...
Seth Ericson: Hey, that's what you do when you're HBIC, you break men.
Dick Morosi: I'm not even talking to you. It's time for the return of Zack Lifer against Chris Marks!
Seth Ericson: I don't know why, but I don't see this going particularly well for Marks...
Dick Morosi: Me neither. But there's 1,000 dollars in it for Lifer!
"Lowlife" by Theory of a Deadman starts playing on the PA as Chris "The Filth" Marks appears on the ramp, revelling in the spotlight that shines on him.
David Zinkus: From Oakland, California, weighing in at 260 pounds...CHRIS "THE FILTH" MARKS!
Marks swaggers down to the ring, enjoying each and every step onto the apron and into the ring before raising his arms on each turnbuckle.
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: And his opponent, of Gods and Monsters....ZACK! LIFER!
Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?
Lifer sprints towards the ring, walking up the steel steps while keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder, several signs directed at Lifer in the crowd.
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
The camera zooms out from the crowd signs and watches Zack as he quickly hops the top rope effortlessly and raises his fist to the sky with a livid expression on his face which quickly turned into a smirk. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress.
Singles Match
Chris Marks vs. Zack Lifer
The bell rings, and Marks confidently strolls up to Lifer, smirking.
Dick Morosi: Got a bad feeling about this.
Marks quickly swings his arm, slapping Lifer full-force in the face.
Dick Morosi: Not again.
Seth Ericson: Welp.
Lifer stares him down, before lashing out, grabbing Marks by the head and rapidly throwing his head down, smashing his knee into it. Before Marks can even react to that, he's thrown him to the ground, wrenching his arm in an armbar while spinning Marks around.
Dick Morosi: Oh my god! That's a brutal lock on the arm, but the referee can't keep up with how Lifer's moving Marks around, he can't see him tapping!
Seth Ericson: Cochrane is getting his money's worth!
Finally, after holding it for some time, Lifer stops spinning Marks around, letting the referee see him tapping out, ringing the bell.
Dick Morosi: Well. Did he earn his money?
Seth Ericson: I think Chris Marks mighta learned something important about the consequences of bad manners, yeah.
Dick Morosi: Good for him. We'll be right back.
Winner: Zack Lifer
Backstage we find ourselves looking upon an unusual yet familiar figure. Dressed in a pink tutu is a towering figure seemingly dressed up like a gigantic badger! The figure in fancy dress shakes his head as he holds a large phallic instrument in front of his face, possibly a microphone though it is shaped like… you get the picture. He is stood next to a cream white door with the label ‘Zero McHannon’ written upon the door. Underneath it, written out in crude red marker pen is the term ‘#Zerijo’ with a love heart hastily drawn next to it.
Badgerface: I hate my life…
Whilst the badger mourns his predicament, a large squeaky voice echoes in the background.
Voice: JUST READ THE AUTOCUE!
Badgerface composes himself and begins to speak, even though tears seemingly pour from the eye holes of his mask.
Badgerface: This is Badgerface reporting backstage at the RIMAC outside of Zero McHannon’s locker room. I have been requested to appear here for the chance to interview the former Number 1 contender at the behest of someone whose name I am not fit to mention. Though he has not returned to his locker room, I am hoping to ask him questions on the current title situation, what he likes for dinner, his sexual preferences and his opinions on penis moulding…
Badgerface slaps himself in the face, truly upset at what he has been forced into.
Badgerface: What the fudge happened to my career?
Badgerface turns in surprise as Zero’s locker room door spills open and a figure emerges. It is not the one he is expecting. Rather than the ‘Chosen One’ it is a devilishly beauuutiful figure that we have all become accustomed to, dressed in the upmost finery to a colour scheme of snow white. His hair is immaculately styled and his silk covered hands are adorned with fabulous jewels. In his hand is a simple bag with ‘SWAG’ written upon it. Out of the bag spills various garments, all seemingly those worn on the lower regions.
Prince Kamijo: These are not the underpants you are looking for…
The supreme Prince of EXODUS motions his hand in front of the badger as if he is trying to play some form of mind trick upon Badgerface. He slinks off out of view sheepishly as there is a small outbreak of laughter off camera. Badgerface composes himself as he continues on.
Badgerface: Hopefully we will be able to catch him before the end of the show. But tune into my supreme overlord’s post show hand party for tantalising news on Christian Kane’s casting as the Elephant Man, Heather Halliwell’s amazing peaches covered in cream and the recent findings that Blake Jones has a mangina. Back to you legitimate broadcasting bastards at ringside…
On that note, we cut back to ring side. Specifically to a view of a four hundred pound woman covered in mustard stains attempting to seductively eat a banana.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 7, 2013 11:30:47 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: Here we go, it's time for our opening contest – a double debut!
Seth Ericson: You say debut, but really, Dick, it's a return. These fans know all about Jack Napier, that's for sure.
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: A big entrance for “The Ronin,” Seth! He's got a certain air about him, a mysterious nature.
Seth Ericson: He's been to Tokyo, learned multiple martial arts, but you're right – there's still a lot we don't know about Sam Johnson. On the other hand...
Just about then, the all-too-familiar opening “chug” of Audioslave is beginning over the PA system. The fans rise up to their feet, as the EXOScreen begins airing a freshly-edited together package for the former THW star. After a moment, the real riff of “Cochise” hits and the man himself breaks through the curtain – Jack Napier! The fans respond in kind, giving the veteran their love and respect.
David Zinkus: His opponent, fighting out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...weighing in at 223 pounds...Jack...Napier!
Napier reaches ringside, his eyes on his opponent as he hops up to the apron before sliding through the top and middle ropes. He raises an arm of acknowledgment to the crowd before stepping back into a corner.
Dick Morosi: You're right about one thing, Seth-
Seth Ericson: I'm right about a lot of things!
Dick Morosi: -Jack Napier is certainly no mystery to these fans! They are on their feet, and we're set to go – EXPRO's Clash of Champions!
Singles Match
Sam Johnson vs. Jack Napier
The bell rings, and while both men are hesitant at first, Johnson shows his prowess – a feigned kick puts Napier on his heels and he immediately shoots in, trying already to “Ground and Pound” his way to victory! The veteran is either still reeling from the kick or too wily to be caught so quickly, but either way he escapes the attempt by a few inches. Johnson's quick up to his feet, nodding as the two circle the ring.
Dick Morosi: Good attempt there by Sam Johnson, but Napier has that ring awareness!
Johnson takes off to the ropes, attempting to catch Napier off-guard, but instead finds himself having to duck a clothesline! Coming back off the other side of the ring, he's caught with a snap powerslam! The crowd cheers as Napier hops to his feet, keeping his gaze on his temporarily downed opponent. Johnson rolls to a knee, before rising to his feet. The two circle each other again.
Seth Ericson: So far it looks like Sam Johnson's lacking that one thing Napier's got – experience!
“The Ronin” responds by throwing a series of kicks, each of which misses by mere inches until he has Napier backed into a corner! There he's able to unload with a few, before pulling Jack in. He uses the momentum in his movement to swing Napier over his head in a belly-to-belly, and Jack finds himself rolling all the way into the other corner! As he gets up, Johnson charges in again...
Dick Morosi: He missed that knee! A big muay thai type knee attempt, but all he hit was the turnbuckle, and Johnson is stunned!
Sam turns, but all he finds is a charging Napier, who takes the corner as an opportunity to give leverage to his Punch Line enzuigiri! Johnson stumbles forward, and Napier sees an opening, grabbing a free arm and trying to pull “The Ronin” into his submission finisher!
Seth Ericson: He's going for the Ace in the Hole, but Johnson had enough wherewithal to get out!
Indeed, Sam Johnson rolled through the attempt to be brought down, actually getting a hold of Napier's arm, and transitions it into a nearly perfect Triangle Choke!
Dick Morosi: We could have an upset on our hands here, Seth! If Sam Johnson has that triangle locked in, Napier could be going out!
Fortunately for Jack, the awkward nature of the triangle attempt means that it's not fully locked in, and with some pressure from one of his legs, Napier gets free! He falls back into the ropes, as Johnson smells blood in the water, getting up and again charging for his Black Magic! This time, though, Napier gets his arms up to deflect the blow, sending Johnson stumbling! With this opening, however, Jack Napier doesn't leave anything to chance, running up from behind Johnson and...
Dick Morosi: KILLING JOKE! That move has put away so many THW stars, and it's about to claim its first here in EXODUS! Cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Napier rolls off of Johnson and to the outside as “Cochise” starts back up, and David Zinkus' voice says those sweet words...
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...JACK! NAPIER!
Dick Morosi: A great fight there by Sam Johnson, he nearly had Napier a couple of times!
Seth Ericson: Give him credit, definitely – he's got the weapons to put just about anyone away at any given moment.
Dick Morosi: Johnson may want to watch the triple threat later between Sylar Drake, Blake Jones, and the other debuting star tonight, Kira T. Zeppeli! He might be the next man up to get a shot at whoever walks out victorious. Now let's go backstage!
Winner: Jack Napier
The blaring music of "The Quiet Life" by In Flames suddenly captivates the audience, grabbing the attention of the E-Pro fanatics. Aside from the usual, G&M cult section of the crowd - which is growing each show, most of the crowd aim a shedload of jeers towards the stage, and not long after does CHRISTUM FUROR emerge from behind the curtains, sporting a burlap sack which covers his face, a G&M hoodie, and his usual ring attire. He slowly marches down the ring, almost plodding even, as if plagued by some sort of injury or ailment - which is to be expected after battling in such s barbaric, hellacious Deathmatch at NCITW.
Magnus climbs up the steel stairs, somewhat limping as he causes a clunking sound from ascending the steps to the squared circle. Clutching a microphone in his hand, he places said hand in the air - causing his theme music to abruptly end and somewhat silencing the ruckus crowd, beginning to project his voice to the masses.
CHRISTUM FUROR I wear this crown of shit,
Upon my liar's chair.
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair..."
Some Nine Inch Nails fans cheer as they immediately cheer, bust most do the humdrum action that they have been conditioned to do, which is boo ANYTHING the madman says to their hearts content. The leader of G&M doesn't care, and simply continues.
CHRISTUM FUROR: This is my body - and it is just that, a vessel. This is a representation of my physical form, one that has been damaged severely, but while my mind continues to flourish, continues to assimilate information and continues to evolve, this body needs to be repaired. And to do so, I must feed off of your hate, your anguish and your misery. I am pestilence."
He briefly clears his throat before continuing his monologue.
CHRISTUM FUROR: I've lived a flawed, horrible life. I've made a lot of terrible decisions, done a lot of things I'm not proud of, and in another life, will probably be hanged for. But I'm still here, and since I can't erase these problems, all I can do is temporarily forget about them. As long as I can remember, I've taken some form of drug, and have broken from reality. At No Church In The Wild, I begged and pleaded for death - baited the beast inside my brother, and dared the HUMANOID TYPHOON, presented him with an ultimatum to either end my suffering and free me, or watch me destroy this place he help build, and every person in it... He failed. And now I know that I'm a GOD, and that I cannot be killed by any mere mortal... so kneel before me. .
The fans now are livid, booing the Michigander the loudest that they ever have. Soaking in the reaction, CHRISTUM FUROR talks over the people that attempt to drown him out.
CHRISTUM FUROR: Every GOD has his disciples, his followers, and his dominion... And EXODUS belongs to me... BELONGS to us.. to G&M... The ones who have never lied or hidden our agendas and in doing so have remained true... and honest... heroes. We are the only thing that is real... Everything and everyone else is fake... and you people have been bamboozled by politicians and actors, and they HATE me... They HATE me because I tell the truth... Because I pursue the truth.. Call them on their lies.. And destroy their facades... They've tried to stop me from taking the throne... But I will NOT be denied... WE WILL NOT BE DENIED!
He takes a brief pause and soaks in the wave of boos that continues to fall down upon the ring, consuming them for sustenance. He seems to feed off if it. As the abhorrence begins to subside, and the crowd dies down, he finished his spiel.
CHRISTUM FUROR: The moment I swung a chair and smashed in Fiona Rourke's face I knocked EXODUS off axis... I've changed everything... And NOTHING has been the same. And after tonight, another chapter in the book of CHRISTUM FUROR will be written, sparking another chain of events that cannot be predicted or stopped!
He suddenly removes the burlap sack, revealing a sinister, vindictive, malevolent gaze.
CHRISTUM FUROR: I am CHRISTUM FUROR... THE LEADER OF THE NEW AGE... AND THIS IS THE FACE OF GOD!
He abruptly drops the microphone, posing in the crucifix that has become infamous in EXODUS history.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 7, 2013 11:29:15 GMT -6
 October 6th, 2013
San Diego, California
The familiar sounds of "Galvanize" by The Chemical Brothers begins to play as the pyro sets off and the crowd goes wild as we begin this episode of ExPro on FX! The RIMAC is full of the always excited EXODUS fanbase as ever, who are ready for another huge night of action as the camera plays over the announce table and Dick Morosi and Seth Ericson! Dick Morosi: Welcome to a special night here on FX! Every belt will be defended here tonight as we give you a Clash of the Champions! Seth Ericson: A couple of these champions escaped by the skin of their teeth at No Church In the Wild! We're going to see if they can live to survive another day when they put their belts up again! One of those champions was Heather Halliwell, who will defend it against the man she robbed the victory from, Adrien Cochrane! Dick Morosi: We've also got three huge debuts in Kira Zeppeli, and a double debut in this first ma--huh? The lights dim and the music begins to softly play. It was slowly building to an old tune of Linkin Park, gearing up for the chorus. “So let mercy come and wash away...
What I’ve ---” It seems that they have been playing the wrong song and quickly switch it back over to the right one before continuing on with the show. "Nobody likes me. No one likes me, but I don't like them. Uh uh, I don't nah uh.
Nobody likes me. No one likes me, why? Cause I don't like them. Uh uh, I don't nah uh." Zero emerges from the curtains with an unusual smile on his face as the crowd begins to boo him. He reaches over to the side and takes a microphone that is being held out to him. He sweetly smiles towards the crowds and talks as he walks down the ramp. Zero McHannon: Oh, c’mon. You guys don’t mean that do you? The crowd still continues to jeer the man, as he shakes his head and walks to the bottom of the ramp way. Zero stops shaking his head and slides into the ring, jumping up and down in the middle. He raises the microphone to his lips and screams while grabbing the ropes with his other hand. Zero McHannon: Who is ready for a hell of a show tonight? Can you guys believe it? It’s hard to me to take in what matches we get to watch tonight... The crowd doesn’t respond to him, but start talking amongst themselves. The Chosen One lets them quiet down before he continues. Zero McHannon: I mean... Damn. Tonight, the return of Jack Napier. Does that ring any bells? Return of Zack Lifer! Yours truly versus Chris Strike and Magnus Gunner... Can’t forget about that San Diego Bay title match either, can we? The Turks... Then top things off with the International and World Championship matches. There was some cheering for the lineup of the card as Zero smiles and walks in a circle around the ring. Zero McHannon: Yeah, I know. Hell of a night planned and that’s only naming a few. A night that is comparable to the legendary status of No Church in the Wild. However, that’s not why I came out here tonight... I came out here to prepare you guys for what happens next. He sits down Indian style in the middle of the ring, resting his elbows on his knees, and holding the mic up by his fingertips. Zero McHannon: I’m having to fight and claw my way back into that World Championship spotlight... Which, in all fairness, I deserve. I should have to fight my way back up from the bottom and I wouldn’t have it any other way! A prize tastes that much better when you earn it and don’t have it handed to you a silver platter. The feeling of holding that title over your head and knowing you put in the fight to get that far. The satisfaction of taking it yourself. He continues to sit Indian style in the middle of ring, wearing that unusual smile. The fans were starting to talk louder between one another as Zero held up a hand to help calm them down some. Zero McHannon: I want to deserve it. I’m tired of people saying that I had to cheat and do unthinkable things to get my chances. I’m one this sports greatest athletes, I shouldn’t have to do all of that just to get ahead. Right? I mean, someone speak up and tell me I’m wrong if I am. I’ve laid my body on the line so many times for EXODUS, I don’t have to cheat. I don’t have to kiss up to whoever is in charge. I waited for my chance and I flopped... Now I’m here. There was cheers from the crowd. Zero couldn’t tell if it was because they didn’t want to see him in the World Title race anymore or that they were trying to encourage his words. Zero McHannon: Tonight I’m in a match that isn’t any easier then the World Championship match I lost in. Magnus Gunner and Chris Strike are no joke and they really do deserve the chance to become the number one contender. It’s a toss up who is going to walk out the winner and that’s what makes this company one of the best! The fact that this number one contenders match is going to bust my balls just as much as No Church in the Wild. It’s matches like this that gets you ready... gets you HYPED for being the number one contender. Whoever wins that title tonight knows they are going to have a run for their money from any three of us. He stands back up, getting emotional, and rubbing his hand through his hair. Zero McHannon: A real champion doesn’t let the past haunt them... A true champion takes what he failed at and turns it into success... I plan to be EXODUS next true champion. Tonight I put on a show with Chris Strike and Magnus Gunner. I show this company, the world, and all of you people that I deserve to get my one last shot at it... The fans really start going crazy thinking of all the possibilities they could see for the next pay per view, still not knowing how to feel about Zero. Zero McHannon: No matter what happens from here forward, no matter who is put in front of me, and no matter what path I take...YOU will never break me. Ever. He drops the mic and steps through the ropes and to the outside as the fans start to cheer for the beginning of the show. There was a spark of fireworks on the ramp as Zero walked halfway up, turned around, and looked back towards the fans one last time before making his way to trough the curtain. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2013 22:47:39 GMT -6
Posting this just as a formality. Accepted.
-Adrien
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2013 22:47:26 GMT -6
Personal Information
Name: Clint
Email:
Previous E-Wrestling Experience: Way too damn much.
Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): thatguyclint (AIM)
Character Info
Name: “The Risen Star” Jimmy Riley
Height: 6'4”
Weight: 245 lbs.
Hometown: Cleveland, OH (now residing in San Diego, CA)
Alignment: -3 (Arrogant heel, harkening back to his early days in wrestling. Isn't further down the alignment scale because of his public relationship to friends Jonathan Collins and Fiona Rourke, and girlfriend Maggie Rourke.)
Entrance Music: “D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune)” by Jay-Z
Entrance Description:
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;
[div align=”center”][i][font color="159e2b"]Only rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin...
Begin[/font][/i][/div]
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.
[div align=”center”][i][font color="159e2b"]This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects[/font][/i][/div]
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.
[b]David Zinkus:[/b] Now entering the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio...now residing in San Diego, California! Weighing in at two-hundred fourty-five pounds! This is “THE RISING STAR”...JIMMY...RILEY!
[div align=”center”][i][font color="159e2b"]This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want ni**as to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying[/font][/i][/div]
Jimmy hops down into the ring, walking to each side while his mouth moves almost non-stop. As he reaches the final side of the ring, he removes his hoodie, tossing it to the floor and leaning into his corner.
Physical Appearance: Jimmy keeps his brown hair somewhat short, but still allows for some shagginess and style. His green eyes are the inspiration for his green trunks in the ring, and some (girlfriend Maggie Rourke included) would say his smile is the kind that lights up a room. Time away from the ring (and cleaning his life up) have restored Riley's body to its original shape; heavier, but still dangerously agile. (PB: Nathan Fillion [Firefly-era])
Ring Attire: Jimmy Riley has opted to return to his original gear for this stint in the ring; he wears emerald green trunks, with black elbow supporters, large kneepads, and boots. The only other addition is plain white wrist tape. On his way to the ring, Jimmy will wear different colored zip-up hoodies (neon green, red, yellow, emerald green, black, and white). For particularly important matches, he'll put his hood up until he reaches the ring.
Gimmick: It was pretty well publicized that original owner of EXODUS Pro, Rufus Frost, didn't see Jimmy Riley as a “star” for the promotion. That opinion wasn't completely...true. Circumstances that remain unknown are the biggest reason for Riley's perceived status of being “held back.” Hired on by FX, Riley underwent a personal transformation that has resulted in him regaining several things; first, the weight he had on at the beginning of his career. Second, the dangerous in-ring and microphone skills that rose him to prominence in the first place. And finally, a job with EXODUS Pro Wrestling.
Personality: Outside the ring, Jimmy's become a lot more protected; he keeps the details of his life closed to all but his closest allies; the Rourkes, Jonathan Collins, and a few others. When the light on the camera turns on, however, he's snarky, and doesn't hesitate to point out the shortcomings of others in order to make himself look (and feel) better.
List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:
1. Quickness: Jimmy Riley isn't fast. What he is, however, is sudden. His style relies on being able to improvise in the ring, and he can get where he needs to go.
2. Personality: Jimmy Riley is a “master manipulator.” He's got a way with words that can (usually) incite opponents and sway allies further to his side.
3. Style Mastery: Jimmy's “kinetic striking” style isn't something that hasn't been done before, but he might be one of the best at it. There's a certain strength behind his trademark moves that doesn't seem normal from a regular guy doing the same thing.
List up to three weaknesses of your character:
1. Not Here to Make Friends: Despite being able to woo allies rather easily, Jimmy Riley isn't one to make those alliances. He'd rather keep the spotlight entirely on himself, preferring to not share it with opponents or partners unless he has to.
2. Back to Basics: Sometimes, Jimmy Riley gets frustrated during a match. When this happens, he'll abandon any specialized game plan and try to fight an opponent straight on, abandoning the improvisational style mentioned above.
3. Living the Life: When surrounded by a bunch of “rock star” personalities, it stands pretty easy to realize that Jimmy Riley's going to be the ghost of his past. He seems pretty dead set on staying clean, but the possibility always lurks in the back of his mind.
Biography: Most of Jimmy Riley's story has been told before; his days in the northeast indies, his time away from wrestling, his comeback in Knoxville. The mystery that haunted him had been the fate of his father, but that's been figured out. The other ghost haunting him is personal demons that had to be dealt with over time. With all of that handled, his ego returned to its original heights, Jimmy Riley has christened himself “The Risen Star,” taking on the stylized monikers of his original influences in wrestling, the Ashton Family. The result is an older, wiser Jimmy Riley than the one who made his name in New York City, and one that is just as, if not more dangerous.
Wrestling Style: “Kinetic Striking” - Jimmy Riley puts movement and force behind every one of his strikes, while also implementing some basic technical holds he's picked up through the years.
Finishers
1. Light 'Em Up (Primary Finisher: Fireman's Carry lift, throw into elbow-smash [Go To Sleep with elbow instead of knee])
2. Change is Gonna Come (Secondary Finisher: A combination of moves; the spinning back-elbow smash → roaring elbow → dragon suplex bridged into a pin)
3. God's Strike (Desperation Finisher: Top-rope fireman's carry lift, opponent is turned perpendicular to Riley into a Muay Thai knee strike)
Signature Moves
1. Ego Check (Brainbuster)
2. All the Shine (Step-up/”Shining” kick)
3. Supernova Lariat (Rainmaker Lariat)
Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves.
1. running corner elbow
2. flying forearm
3. spinning heel kick
4. koppo kick
5. half Boston crab
6. fireman's carry into flapjack
7. backdrop suplex
8. running corner dropkick
9. top-rope diving European uppercut
10. hangman's neckbreaker (“Rude Awakening”)
11. tope elbow-smash
12. spinning back elbow-smash
13. roaring elbow
14. running corner double-knee strike
15. Indian deathlock
16. Mexican surfboard stretch
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XAVIOR
Sept 27, 2013 15:36:50 GMT -6
Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2013 15:36:50 GMT -6
Personal Information Name: Steve! (It’s me! :3 ) Email: steveman1991@hotmail.com Previous E-Wrestling Experience: Goin’ on SIX and a half now. Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): On Steve Lenton’s profile! O: Character Info Name: XAVIOR Height: 6’1” Weight: 220lbs. Hometown: New York, New York Nicknames: The X-Factor; "Your Last Hope" Alignment: 0 (He has an opinion on anyone and anything. He isn’t afraid to talk, he isn’t afraid to take what he thinks is rightfully his. He’s an opportunist, but people would say he’s a coward, but he seizes the opportunity to make sure he can soften up his opponent in some way.) Entrance Music: "The Taste of Regret" by In Fear and FaithEntrance Description: 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.
[font color="0d9c00"]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?
[i][font size="1"]Worth It All...
Worth It All...
Worth It All...[/font][/i][/font]
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.Physical Appearance: Xavior has an athletic build with his upper-body being covered in tattoos. He usually keeps his hair short, sometimes in a buzzcut. He doesn’t wear anything high fashion, maybe a few shirts with words on them or pictures. But he’s more of a hoodie, shirt, jeans, shorts, shoes kind of guy. His pic base is CM Punk.Ring Attire: Xavior wears short wrestling tights with stars running around the waist area. Near his legs he wears kneepads and kickpads along with black boots. His upper body he wears tape on both hands and a white elbow pad on his right arm. His attire comes in: Over his attire he wears a T-shirt usually with one of his logos on it, along with a black fleece jacket.Gimmick: A competitor who's looking not to just win, but to do it convincingly. He wants people to remember his name, what he's done for the business and why he's here. He doesn't take B.S. from the boss, the wrestlers, or anyone. He demands respect, he demands to be in the main event, to be talked about. He believes he's done enough in his long career to get these things....and if he doesn't get them....he takes them, piece...by piece. Personality: Most of his friends know him has the weird guy who's got a love for Diet Dr. Pepper and old pop culture reference no one understands. He loves to play games, he loves to read manga, anime, and his biggest hero is Kinnikuman. AND, he's very charismatic. Though this is his social side, his wrestling side is a different beast. He's sarcastic, he's irritable, he's weirdly charismatic, and calculating. Anything that is in his way that may be considered a blockade to his success, he'll find a way to bypass that. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character: 1. Master Technician: Xavior's been in the game for a long time. When first getting into professional wrestling he trained in a dojo to hone his skills. His knowledge of holds and technique make him very dangerous. 2. Strategist: Xavior always has a Plan B when Plan A fails. He's quick-witted and he knows it. 3. Versatile: He's a good technical wrestler, knows when to take high risks, and he's a pretty good striker. His hybrid style gives makes his offense very unpredictable when fighting. List up to three weaknesses of your character: 1. His Mouth: There are some points in his career where his mouth can get him in trouble, and he can bite off more than he can chew. 2. Ego: He believes he is the best, and the best should win, plain and simple. He demands respect and this can rub people the wrong way. Mixed with his "way with words" he can make an enemy out of anyone, which can have dire consequences. With that in matches, his offense can be predictable and can lead to him either losing the match or pulling something out of his ass to get the victory. 3. "I'm Not Superman": But he is Lex Luthor in a sense. He can't lift over 1,000 pounds, nor can he life big opponents up with ease (only when the time calls for it, but rarely.) Biography: Xavior has been around wrestling since he was in his early twenties. He wrestled in Japan as a young man gaining a bit of success. He returned to the USA in 2007 where he wrestled for the company PWSmarks where he became cemented as one of the best wrestlers in the company. He's a 5-time world champion, and a hall of fame legend in PWSmarks. After spending nearly six years in their company Xavior decided to venture out on his own. He's come to EXODUS looking to write a bit more in his long wrestling career. Wrestling Style: Technical-Shootfighter Hybrid Finishers 1: D.F.I. || Don't Forget It2: Lights Out!!Signature Moves 1. Boomerang of Pain2. Crippler Clutch3. X-ecutionRegular Moves 1: Standing Dropkick 2: Tiger Suplex 3: Bridging German Suplex 4: Elbow Strikes 5: Shoot Kicks 6: Pendulum Backbreaker 7: Springboard Clothesline 8: Spinning Backfist 9: Cravate Hold w/ knees to head 10: Springboard Dropkick 11: Diving Elbow Drop 12: Suicide Dive 13: Snap Suplex 14: Sheerdrop Brainbuster 15: Running arched boot to corner opponent 16: Shining Wizard 17: Swinging Neckbreaker 18: Muay Thai Clinch in corner followed by knees to body 19: Diving Crossbody 20: Moonsault 21: Running Turnbuckle Powerbomb followed by a running facewash to down cornered opponent 22: Rolling Lariat into a Backbreaker 23: Rolling Elbow 24: Knee Drop 25: Octopus Stretch Hold |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2013 15:35:20 GMT -6
Accepted, Steve-o
-Adrien
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 26, 2013 21:29:04 GMT -6
Personal Information
Name: Jonathan
Email: nonpoint@ymail.com
Previous E-Wrestling Experience: NOPE, NOT ALLOWED TO HEAR IT.
Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): Come on, you don't know them yet?
Character Info
Name: "The Damned" Kylar Stark
Height: 6'5
Weight: 241 lbs.
Hometown: Paterson, NJ
Alignment: -4 (He's just a right bastard. He's got a soft spot for a couple of friends, but generally, he just hates everyone. Even you.)
Entrance Music: (intheclear) - "Drown"
Entrance Description: The lights dim as the opening riffs of "Drown" by (intheclear) start to play...
[div align="center"][i]Constantly in chaos,
I never feel serene
So I leave it on your doorstep
And cry myself to sleep.
As I dance with the demons,
I wonder if they'll leave.
I hardly hide belief
With the armor from the grief...[/i][/div]
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.
[div align="center"][i]Drown, drown
What are you waiting for?
Drown, drown the moment.
We will always reach out for you
You fucked yourself again
A second thought that grabs on slowly
Too slow, my friend...[/i][/div]
[b]David Zinkus:[/b] 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.
Physical Appearance: David Beckham pic base.
Ring Attire: Black boots with white kickpads, along with black tights that typically have a navy blue design on it, Stark written down one leg. He also wears black wrist gauntlets with a tribal S on it.
Gimmick: There is no gimmick, just a guy who thrives on beating the shit out of people.
Personality: A bastard. Seriously, that's the only way to put it. Kylar Stark likes a good drink, a good smoke, a good fuck, and sheer brutality. He thrives on making people hurt, it's the only thing he's good at...and that's why he's a damn good professional wrestler.
List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:
1. Balls to the Wall. Stark has high octane offense for a striker. He doesn't strike like a mixed martial artist, he strikes like a street fighter. He's cut from a mold like fight club.
2. Tolerance for Pain. The dude can dish it out and the dude can take it. Cut forehead? Rub some dirt on it. Broken nose? Wipe it clean and keep going. Separated shoulder? Pop it back in and keep going.
3. No Emotional Attachment. Threaten his associates? They're collateral damage to him. They know the deal, really. He would expect the same from them, really.
List up to three weaknesses of your character:
1. Speed Demons. Put him in the ring with a high flyer or someone with some speed, the dude's going to have some problems...at least until he can knock them down and get them on his level.
2. A Lack of Giving a Fuck. See, professional wrestling has a rule book. If he's intent on making a point to an opponent, there's a real strong chance he doesn't give a shit about that rule book and won't care about getting disqualified. Wins and losses aren't what matters, it's the lasting impression he leaves on them.
3. One Trick Pony. He can't fly high. He can't dazzle with too much technical ability, he's just enough. He is what he is, and he can't adapt to much else.
Biography: Born in Paterson, New Jersey, Kylar Stark isn't exactly a stranger to tough streets. Spending most of his time in Wrigley Park, Stark grew up as a man who only knows how to do one thing - beat people up. A natural fighter, Stark started entering toughman competitions and bare knuckle boxing to try to win a few bucks. At that moment, his good friend Aaron Ryker realized that the money wasn't in the underground. A safer and more profitable way of earning money while being brutal was professional wrestling. MMA would expose Stark's flaws, but wrestling could be a venue where his friend could thrive. After talking him into it, Kylar got some basic training from a local legend, Rob Altair. Beginning his journey, Stark has gone on a journeyman like career, going from place to place. Now in EXODUS Pro, "The Damned" Kylar Stark looks to make a lot of money and hurt a lot of people.
Wrestling Style: Strong Style/Ground & Pound/Brawler
Finishers
1. The Damned Thing (Calf Slicer)
2. Silk City Necktie (Stiff Hansen-style Lariat)
3. Straight No Chaser (Stalling Burning Hammer. Stark holds them up for a Burning Hammer, but holds them in place in an almost vertical manner, often letting it stay up for several seconds before dropping him down to finish the move. Obviously, this is a big match finisher, and Stark will do this after just beating the utter life from his opponent.)
Signature Moves
1. NBK (Kenka Kick with opponent in corner)
2. Moment of Impact (Running knee to the face of a seated opponent)
3. Grindhouse Cutter (Hanging Cutter from the top turnbuckle)
Regular Moves
1. European Uppercut
2. Leaping Knee (Triple H style)
3. Foot Choke in the corner
4. Face wash
5. Leg lariat
6. Belly to belly suplex
7. straightjacket german suplex
8. jawbreaker
9. spinebuster
10. armbar
11. rear chinlock
12. spinning toehold
13. chop block
14. sleeper hold
15. STO
16. yakuza kick
17. spinning elbow
18. shoulder block
19. spinning neckbreaker
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 26, 2013 21:27:57 GMT -6
Sure, why not.
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