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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2013 22:03:59 GMT -6
Well, voting time is over, and thus the winner is revealed. Congratulations Sally, you're the winner of the second draft to go to vote. Go you, you kicked pretty much everyone's ass!
And this teaches us not to fuck with the Turks, as they're the only ones to win drafts so far.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2013 20:13:26 GMT -6
I will be taking PAC, duh.
I could also make a pick for Vinny as I can make a great reasonable guess as to that, but I'll wait a bit to see if he comes around before doing so.
EDIT: NAH NEVER MIND. Vinny is getting Prince Devitt, and if I'm wrong in my assumption then he can switch out.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2013 19:59:24 GMT -6
Damn we got through that quickly.
For this next round, you'll be drafting a British or Irish wrestler who has won a title in a major fed outside of the UK/Ireland.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2013 19:14:20 GMT -6
Time for Nick to interject unfair rules in! We're going back to the previous game's late rule of "if you haven't made your pick by the time it comes back around to you, you're skipped over", meaning we'll be skipping over Mr. Red, he may make his picks whenever. SEAN IT'S YOUR TURN.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2013 19:03:53 GMT -6
Vinny takes Carl Ouellet. I'll be taking "Wrestling's Biggest #SorryPaige" Teddy Hart.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2013 18:59:06 GMT -6
Yes.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 7, 2013 17:46:20 GMT -6
Tag Team Name: The White Nights
Member 1: Zack Lifer Member 2: Zero McHannon
Combined Weight: 437 lbs. Entrance Theme: "Holding Out For A Hero" - Six Pack Entrance:
The sound of a guitar riff booms over the PA as the familiar song of "Holding Out For A Hero" by Six Pack blasts through the speakers. The lights are pitch black except for a few white lights beaming down and searching the crowd. Suddenly, two figures are seen moving towards the ring, down the stairs from the audience. As the camera zooms in, the figure in front is revealed to be none other than Zack Lifer. He hops the barricade, a twisted grin a mile wide 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. Coming out behind him were no other than Zero McHannon, listening to the mixture of feelings from the crowd.
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 arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder, several signs directed at Lifer in the crowd as Zero slides in under the ropes closely behind, a smirk on his lips as he gets to his feet.
The camera zooms out from the crowd signs and watches Zack as he quickly hops the top rope effortlessly and extends both his arms out, balling up his fist, to his sides like a crucifix with a livid expression on his face which quickly turned into a sadistic smile. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, glancing at the entrance ramp and gesturing towards Zero to follow him. Zero was pacing the ring some before he took a place in the corner of the ring and leans against the turnbuckle, his arms crossed acting like he could care less how the fans reacted.
Signature Moves: 1. Doomsday Device 2. Snapshot 3. 3D
Finishing Moves: 1. Morality Check Lifer prepares for the Forced Suicide kick and Zero goes for a Dead Air. This sandwiches the opponent's head between Lifer's knee and Zero's elbow
2. The Final Sentence Zero sets the target in an electric chair position, on his shoulders, before Lifer gets on the top rope. Zero turns away from Lifer's turnbuckle, Lifer jumping towards his opponent to give him a heavy Forced Suicide, knocking the opponent off Zero's shoulders and onto the floor.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 2, 2013 15:17:28 GMT -6
Tag Team Name: The Turks
Member 1: ‘The Morning Star’ Andreas Lasiewicz Member 2: ‘The Last Magician’ Sally Talfourd
Combined Weight: 402lbs
Entrance Theme: “Conquistador” by 30 Seconds to Mars
Entrance:
The crowd is buzzing, the excitement taking over as the anticipation builds for the coming match. 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
Then, with a burst of life, Sally Talfourd races out to the stage, waving to the crowd and a beaming smile across her face. She runs from one end to the other, getting the crowd hyped. The crowd then takes the cheering to a whole new level as Andreas Lasiewicz slowly and methodically makes his way out to the stage. He takes in the atmosphere, the cheers and the applause. Sally comes to his side, then they slap hands and head down to the ring.
This is a fight for love,
Lust,
Hate, desire
We are the children of the great empire
Sally slaps some fans hands on the way to the ring, Andreas focuses on the ring, rolling his wrist in his hand. At the base of the ring, the Turks come together, into a close huddle, talking their last strategy before the match. The crowd's chant starts up, gaining voice and momentum: Turks! Turks! Turks! Finally, Andreas and Sally break with a fist bump. Sally pulls herself up to the apron, then vault over and into the middle of the ring with a big wave. Andreas makes his way up the steps, steps through the ropes, and then looks out to the crowd.
This is a fight to the DEATH!
We will, we will, we will rise again
We will, we will, we will rise again
Signature Moves:
1. Duelling Peacemakers -- Andreas hits a springboard high knee (Peacemaker) to the back of the head as Sally nails a running high to their opponent’s face simultaneously.
2. Cosmo Memory -- Powerbomb (by Andreas)/ Shiranui (by Sally) combination
Finishing Moves:
1. Forget All Hope -- Lasiewicz nails The Unforgettable Fire (Argentine Backbreaker into Falling Reverse DDT), but just as his opponent is about to hit the mat, Sally lands on them with the High Hopes (Springboard Moonsault)
2. Finishing Move #7 -- Splash Mountain (by Andreas)/ Diving Nodowa Otoshi (by Sally)
3. Dream In Crisis -- Sally nails the Daysleeper, but keeps the armbar locked in. Andreas then locks in the Crisis Core Crossface on the other side for the submission.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 2, 2013 15:06:15 GMT -6
Personal InformationName: Darian Email: darianthegreatmusic@gmail.comPrevious E-Wrestling Experience: Ninguno. Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): N/A Character InfoName: Sly Tendencies Height: 6 foot 6 inches Weight: 215 pounds Hometown: South Central, Los Angeles, California Alignment: 0 (Sly doesn't really trust any one. He remains neutral in most situations, but if forced to choose he will likely side with face(s). His crowd support counteracts with his his heelish tendencies on the mic and in the ring. Imagine a 2011-12 CM Punk)Entrance Music: "Black Skinhead" by Kanye WestEntrance Description: The lights quickly cut to black, and there is nothing but the small flicker of flame from lighters in the audience. The lights over the entrance way begin to flicker on and off repeatedly, manipulating the world into a series of still shots. A startling guitar twang followed by a simple drum solo is heard throughout the PA system. A sudden beat accompanied by hums and horrific screams kicks in, followed by the familiar voice of Kanye West proclaiming
[i]"For my theme song My leather black jeans on My by-any-means on Pardon, I'm gettin' my scream on" [/i] We see a figure image from behind the curtain, wearing a black zip-up hoodie with the hood pulled up along with his ring attire. He keeps the hoodie low over his face as he surveys the crowd tonight before walking down the ramp and towards the steel steps.
[i]"Fo' in the moanin' and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's a omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we livin' in the moment I been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it!" [/i] The figure then quickly jogs up the steps and onto the second turnbuckle, where he poses for the fans in a familiar crucifix position. He then jumps over the turnbuckles and lands firmly in the corner. He walks to the middle of the ring, pauses for a moment, and then lifts the hood to reveal Sly Tendencies with a huge grin. He then shuffles on over to his corner, where he pulls off the hoodie and leans into the turnbuckle. The lights return and the music fades as he leans there, awaiting the ring of a bell.
Physical Appearance: (Tyler, The Creator)Ring Attire: Sly will usually sport a pair of black boxing shorts designed with crude symbols such as swastikas, inverted crosses, and '666' in every color of the rainbow accompanied by a pair of black calf-high wrestling boots with multi-colored laces. Black knee pads and heavily taped hands and wrists. Shirtless, of course. Out-of-Ring Attire: It is a rarity to see Sly equipped without some type of hat, whether it be a snapback, a five-panel, a fitted cap, a curved brim, a bucket hat, a beanie or anything else that will cover his dome. Usually colorful tie-dye shirts, retro 70's button ups, or skate sponsored T-shirts/hoodies. Jeans/shorts and a pair of canvas shoes (i.e. Converses, Vans, Denklines, etc.). Gimmick: Rapper turned drug addict looking to start anew with a wrestling career. Personality: Labeled as "The Coolest Motherfucker Alive" by Complex.com, Sly Tendencies is an enigma. Charismatic yet reserved, Sly is often cool, calm, and collected. When put in the spotlight though, he almost always pulls through. His mic skills are smooth--witty and persuassive. Quite the self-centered type, he usually looks out for only himself, despite being very popular out of the ring. He is an undeniable leader and perfectionist. Very creative and innovative. His kid at heart sometimes shows through as he enjoys simple activities such as skateboarding and playing video games. List up to three strengths of your character:1. Very charismatic (Sly is almost at will able convince his audience of his thoughts or beliefs.)2. Athletic (Naturally fast and a high leaper. He's black)3. Ultimate opportunist (Takes advantage of the smallest of mistakes)List up to three weaknesses of your character:1. Inexperienced wrestler (Sly has never wrestled a lick in his life prior to EXODUS: Pro)2. Skinny (He is very gawky and lanky for his height, and bigger opponents use this to their advantage)3. Heavy smoker (The drug intake in his system may cause problems, especially since he has asthma) Biography: Victor C. Huxtable was born on June 18th, 1995 to Clarence and Sandra Huxtable. He grew up in the infamous part of Los Angeles--South Central, which has hardened him considerably. Mostly a quiet boy with an inquisitive look, Victor excelled academically and adequately so in physical activities. His passion for professional wrestling wouldn't blossom until the tender age of eleven, where he emulated the likes of The Undertaker and Shawn Michaels with childhood friends on a trampoline. Somewhere along the line between this time period and the age of sixteen, Victor took up another hobby: rapping and producing beats on Fruity Loops Studio with the moniker "Sly Tendencies". Neglecting to tell his parents, he soon became an Internet celebrity. His crude, shocking lyrics along with sub-par production intrigued folk. Shortly after this sudden fame, Victor (now known as Sly)--whether influenced by his enviroment or by choice, the world may never know--began to dabble in drugs and alcohol and became rebellious to his parents. His mother, concerned about Sly's recent behavior and discovering his music on the Internet, sent him to a camp for troubled male youth in Samoa called Coral Reef Academy. Upon his release when he turns eighteen, Sly looks to turn a new leaf by signing a contract with a local wrestling federation, EXODUS: Pro. Wrestling Style: Submission. Rough, gritty Japanese grappling and strikes. Finishers:1. California Love ( Sly runs toward a kneeling opponent and steps from their knee to their shoulder, locking a jujigatame in place in the process. With the hold in place, Sly then twists his opponent's arm almost a full one hundred and eighty degrees. He then applies great pressure on the elbow joint, not letting go until it snaps or his opponent taps out.)
2. Street Spirit (Shining Wizard) Signature Moves:1. You're Fucked (Curb Stomp to the elbow)2. Brain Damage (Rushing STO with Anaconda Vice applied)
3. S.T.D. (Sly Tendencies Driver) (Burning Hammer)
4. The Miguel (Fame Asser)5. Blinded by the Light (Poison Mist) (rarely used)Regular Moves:1. Missle Dropkick 2. Spinning Elbow Smash 3. Flying Corkscrew Clothesline 4. Bicycle Kick 5. Snap Suplex 6. High-Angle Brainbuster 7. Snapmare 8. Sleeperslam 9. Gutwrench Piledriver 10. Northern Lights Driver 11. Enziguri 12. Leaping Roundhouse Kick 13. Pendulum Backbreaker 14. Superkick 15. German Suplex 17. Bulldog 18. DDT 19. Frankenstiener 20. Scissors Kick 21. Knife-Edged Chop 22. Half-Nelson Suplex 23. Jumping Armbreaker 24. Swinging Neckbreaker 25. Various Submission Holds
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 1, 2013 20:59:12 GMT -6
1) Fiona Rourke (Last Show: 2)
Returning to the #1 spot after a two week hiatus, Fiona Rourke put an exclamation point on her half-year by going one on one with Ryuji Kamigawa and emerging victorious. In one of her hardest fought and most competitive matchups of her career, Rourke gave it everything she had and came out on top against a man who had gone out of his way to proclaim his lack of respect for "The Strong Style Seraph." With a matchup against Heather Halliwell on the horizon, Fiona is taking heavy momentum on her side. Now having beaten some of the best in EXODUS...who can really derail the Queen of San Diego?
2) Steve Lenton (Last Show: 4)
This is starting to sound more and more like a routine with Steve Lenton. After an impressive win at Desperate Times, Steve Lenton is starting to put together a pretty good winning streak. After helping his team pick up the W on Episode 11, Lenton got one of his own on Episode 12 in a four corners match involving Jack Alexander, GRENDEL, and Johnny Cannon. The question isn't if Lenton can beat someone, right now it's if someone has the intensity and skill to beat him.
3) Andreas Lasiewicz (Last Show: 3)
Holding tight at 3, Andreas Lasiewicz went on to make a strong statement on Episode 12. Decisively beating Abby Park with the Crisis Core Crossface, he also seemed to put one half of the Short Change Heroes out of commission for a while with his submission hold. The real intensity came afterward, when Lasiewicz made a bold statement to EXODUS Seikigun War Games captain Blake Jones after his match - if you want to win, put me on your team! Will "The Philly Young Gun" give into The Morning Star's demands?
4) Zack Lifer (Last Show: 8)
Climbing four spots on the rankings, Zack Lifer has certainly made an impact on his arrival in EXODUS. Looking incredibly impressive despite a .500 record, Zack Lifer picked up a huge victory on this episode with the help of his White Nights partner, Zero McHannon. Now looking to face one of the bigger fish in EXODUS by teaming up with Zero to take on the freshly reunited Project Mayhem, Lifer is out to prove that he belongs in the same whispers as the upper echelon of competitors in EXODUS.
5) Daisuke Iwakuma (Last Show: NR)
Returning to the rankings, "The Perfect Evil" got back to his winning ways by taking on and taking out Blake Jones. It took a little bit of assistance from Audrey Lloris in the form of a distraction, but he managed to stop the momentum of Blake Jones and pick up a victory and the man advantage for War Games for his LEGION team. Daisuke seems to be on a monster tear, showing even less regard for the health and safety of his opponents, and if this is a new side we're seeing to Iwakuma, what could it mean for the Seikigun at Endgame?
6) Jerry Matthews (Last Show: NR)
Everyone can have an off week, even the San Diego Bay Champion. Jerry Matthews rebounded from his bad week by taking out Selena Alexander of Leather and Lace, thus firmly implanting her in his camp. With his victory ensuring Alexander goes through "rehab" at his discretion, Matthews also seems to be absolutely furious at the return of Jonathan Collins to EXODUS Pro, and possibly his position of power. With a showdown against Sylar Drake looming, what could be next for the evil preacher man?
7) Sylar Drake (Last Show: 7)
He's worked hard to prove himself since his EXODUS Pro arrival, and Sylar Drake has another opportunity at gold while holding onto his spot on the rankings! Drake managed to get past the bruising acolyte of Jerry Matthews, Deacon Jeremiah, and secure himself a shot against the preacher at Endgame. As time ticks closer to the big show, will Sylar find the key to getting redemption against the Reverend or will he once more be upended by Jerry and his "holy" ways?
8) Heather Halliwell (Last Show: 1)
It's a hard tumble down to 8 for Heather Halliwell, but the number one contender to Fiona Rourke's World Title wasn't on the right side of the ledger this week on E-Pro Television. Teaming with Adrien Cochrane, the duo wasn't successful against LEGION's White Nights, Zack Lifer and Zero McHannon. Though she didn't take the pinfall, Halliwell still looks to recover momentum and get back on her winning ways in two weeks in preparation for Endgame.
9) Blake Jones (Last Show: 5)
If it's any indication to his talents, it took a little distraction from Audrey Lloris to help Daisuke Iwakuma pick up the victory against Blake. Undeterred, Blake looks to go up against the goblin known as GRENDEL in a no holds barred match in two weeks at the RIMAC. The Seikigun's team captain has already selected Adrien Cochrane and Jonathan Collins to his team, who else will he pick in time for Endgame?
10) Ryuji Kamigawa (Last Show: 10)
It's rare to see Kamigawa on the losing end of a match, like we did two weeks ago against Heather Halliwell. It's even more rare to see it happen twice in a row: so rare that it's never happened until now. Giving it his all against Fiona Rourke, Fiona was able to not just withstand his high powered offense, but still managed to be the first person to kick out of the Kabukicho Lullaby. Now on the outside looking in of the World Title picture, what's next for the Kabukicho Express?
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 1, 2013 20:54:12 GMT -6
E-Pro TV #12 July 14, 2013 RIMAC Arena, San Diego, California RP AND SEGMENT Deadline: Central Time Midnight between Saturday, July 13, 2013 and Sunday, July 14, 2013 CST UTC-6 hours Greenwich Mean Saturday, July 13, 2013 at 6:00:00 AM UTC Eastern Time Sunday, July 14, 2013 at 1:00:00 AM EST UTC-5 hours Pacific Time Saturday, July 13, 2013 at 10:00:00 PM PST UTC-8 hours Main Event: Project Mayhem vs. LEGION!Project Mayhem (EXODUS Pro World Champion Fiona Rourke & Jonathan Collins) vs. LEGION: The White Nights (Zack Lifer & Zero McHannon) The challenge was made, and Fiona Rourke confirmed it! In the first match EXODUS Pro has seen of Project Mayhem, the undefeated tag team goes up against The White Nights of Zero McHannon and Zack Lifer. Both teams are looking to give their all to help their respective teams get some momentum before Endgame and the War Games match up! Can Zack Lifer continue to tear through the competition and prove that he's well on his way to being the next top contender to the World Title, or will Project Mayhem show The White Nights that they have everything it takes to stop them?No Holds Barred Action!Blake Jones vs. GRENDEL It took a little bit of distraction and cheating on the end of Daisuke Iwakuma, but he secured a victory over Blake Jones and the man advantage for War Games. Now Blake attempts to get back to his winning ways by taking on LEGION's unpredicatble troll, GRENDEL! The challenge was made for no holds barred, and Darrin Stearns and Nicholas Gray were quick to make that happen! Can Blake pick up a big win and make a statement?A Masked Avenger vs. The Loaded Pistol!WEAPON vs. Magnus Gunner This was originally supposed to be Adrien Cochrane vs. Magnus Gunner, but plans changed at the request of Gunner himself! He asked for it, and now Magnus Gunner will go one on one with the masked sentinel, WEAPON! Though it's been long thought that WEAPON was unmasked and finished, this new WEAPON revealed a new finisher and a dark costume. Who will prevail in this unusual matchup?Champion vs. Champion!Steve Lenton (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. Jerry Matthews (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion w/ Deacon Jeremiah) Two of the biggest stars in EXODUS collide...literally and figuratively! Steve Lenton and Jerry Matthews are far from tiny cruiserweights, but the two will put their brute strength up against one another in a matchup that may just determine who is ready to take the next step up the ladder! Jerry Matthews can't look too far ahead to his matchup against Sylar Drake at Endgame, especially with "The Big L" on the biggest tear of his career. Who will come out on top?Hatred Boils Over!Johnny Cannon & Heather Halliwell vs. Ryuji Kamigawa & Chris Marks Heather Halliwell hasn't had a very good few weeks, but she gets an opportunity to get rid of some of that pent up anger and frustration two weeks before her World Title shot! Heather happens to be teaming up with one half of the Short Change Heroes, Johnny Cannon, as the two face one of Halliwell's greatest rivals and the guy that's done everything short of assaulting her in Chris Marks!Four Corner Survival!Cthulu Jones vs. Selena Alexander (w/ Jerry Matthews & Deacon Jeremiah) vs. Sly Tendencies vs. Adrien Cochrane It's a four corner survival match to open up the lucky thirteenth episode of E-Pro Television! Cthulu Jones will re-attempt to debut in a match against the forcibly enslaved Selena Alexander, the debuting Sly Tendencies, and "The Dropkick King"! Though all four could use a victory, no one could use a big victory more than the Seikigun member to continue the momentum towards Endgame and the War Games matchup.All this, plus...more on the disappearance of Rufus Frost! Who will face Steve Lenton at Endgame? Who is this new WEAPON haunting Magnus Gunner? PLUS MORE!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 1, 2013 14:41:20 GMT -6
Non-Title Match Fiona Rourke (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. Ryuji Kamigawa"Cry For The Dark" by Galneryus hits the speakers of the RIMAC Arena, heralding the arrival of EXODUS Pro's hired gun, Ryuji Kamigawa. As per usual, he marches out from the back down the aisle in his signature white tuxedo and black bowtie, dark sunglasses on his face. He pays no attention to the mixed reaction of the crowd, nor, for that matter, even his own ring introduction, opting to simply slide underneath the bottom ring rope and pop up in a neutral corner, cracking his knuckles to prepare for the task at hand. Tonight, he brings a bottle of champagne with him, opening it to take a swig while he waits. David Zinkus: First, from Osaka, Japan...weighing in at 312 pounds...RYUUUUUJIIIIIIII KAMIIIIGAAAAWAAA! Dick Morosi: He's been talking a lot about wanting to prove himself against the champion and...here he's got that chance. Seth Ericson: She's been on a tear lately, and she's been one of the hardest people in EXODUS to dethrone. This could be the toughest test she's face to date. The lights dim in the arena as purple light and smoke come from the entrance. Suddenly, the opening riff of "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive starts to play, and the lights start to flash! I feel heavy. I feel weighted. And I feel hungry. I feel wasted I can't put my finger on my feelings Put my ear up to the ceiling Where is that coming from? Where are you coming from? As soon as the chorus kicks in, Fiona steps out from the back, hood from her new black hoodie over her head as she steps out, looking around as the EXODUS Pro World Title hangs on her shoulder. Removing it from its resting place, she holds it up to the air and points to it, eliciting a huge reaction from the crowd! David Zinkus: And his opponent...from Portlandia! She is the EXODUS Pro World Champion...THE STRONG STYLE SERAPH, FIONAAAAA ROURKE! The champ makes her way down the entrance, looking on slowly after wrapping the belt now firmly around her waist. Slapping a few hands on her way down, but not as energetic as previous entrances, she stops at a young female fan to let their foreheads touch. The champ and her fan exchange words before she removes the glow necklace from her neck and hands it to the fan before she takes the last few steps to the ring before hopping up onto the apron. Looking out at the crowd before she turns to face Kamigawa, she hops up and leaps over the top rope, dropping down to one knee with a hand touching the mat as if she was landing into almost a superhero like stance. Flipping up her hood, she suddenly points to the sky, the crowd cheering as she starts to stand up and get ready for the match, removing her hoodie as she remains focused. Dick Morosi: Our champ has come to play tonight against Ryuji Kamigawa! Seth Ericson: She better! After basically demanding respect from Kamigawa, she better be ready to beat it out of him tonight! The two meet in the center of the ring, Fiona looking up at her opponent who is giving her a cold glare of callous indifference as she approaches him. Referee D'Artis Johnson calls for the bell, and we're off! Ryuji quickly goes for the collar and elbow tie, but Fiona rolls underneath and kicks at his legs in hopes of chopping the big man down to size as she connects with a sfew shots to the back of his knee/shin area. Kamigawa almost buckles but pivots and turns, leaving her to roll under a Lariat attempt, before dropkicking him toward the ropes. He bounces into them, prompting her to jump with a high knee into his back, sending him back into the ropes. D'Artis Johnson separates the two and Fiona looks on at him after Kamigawa turns around, giving him a look that shows she didn't arrive scared. Kamigawa steps forward and Fiona stands tall, wholeheartedly refusing to back down, refusing to be intimidated as she nails him with a huge chop to the chest. Kamigawa barely flinches, continuing to stare at the World Champ who strike with a second chop that reddens his bamboo strong chest, yet does little damage. In retaliation, Ryuji merely whips her into a corner, and immediately looks to charge in. He dashes in like a runaway train, but Fiona circumvents him by rolling out of the corner, and quickly springboard to the middle rope to go for an early Shinigami attempt but Kamigawa has it scounted and responds with a THUNDEROUS Lariat that sends her to the canvas with sheer authority. Sneering down at his sprawling foe, Kamigawa quickly leaps into the air before plummeting down and dropping his full three hundred-twelve pound frame across her much smaller body in a huge Standing Senton! He quickly scrambles back to his feet to throw his weigh around again, this time crashing down on the helpless champion with a Standing Splash. With her shoulders pinned down, he doesn't have to wait long for the count. One...
Two...
KICKOUT!Fiona gets her shoulder up in time, but Kamigawa starts picking her up by her hair after he gets up, hoisting her up and dropping her with a massive side belly to belly suplex that shakes the ring. Fiona quickly rolls out of the ring, trying to catch her breath as the crowd finds themselves starting to jeer for The Man In White. Kamigawa goes after her, leaving her to turn around right into a lariat attempt, but she ducks it again, leaving Kamigawa to turn around right into a boot to the stomach! She follows up by capturing him in a front facelock before turning toward the guardrail to lift herself up and off, swinging down to drive his cranium into the floor with a brilliant Tornado DDT that rattles his brains. Knowing she can't let up, she hops over him and up onto the rail to balance before backflipping off, dropping down onto his chest with a set of double knees that expel the air right from the Heavyweight's lungs. Knowing she can't lift him up and hoist him back into the ring, Fiona slides back inside the squared circle. She slowly backs up to allow Kamigawa distance as Johnson restarts the count. Ryuji slides in at seven, and climbs back to his feet in shock that the champion actually gave him respect and afforded him time to recover and get back in. Dick Morosi: Fiona is pacing herself. She's making this a marathon. She's using that quickness, that speed, that agility. She knows Kamigawa can't survive in such a high paced contest. Seth Ericson: Absolutely, which is why Kamigawa will try to strike hard and emphatically now that he has an idea of what the Strong Style Seraph is trying to do. Dick Morosi: But let's not forget that fact she's targeting his legs. If she takes out his foundation, he won't have much of a fighting chance! Both competitors circle the ring again before Kamigawa charges in; once again, Fiona is prepared as she leaps up and swings her leg, striking him in the side of the head with a wicked Enziguri, leaving him sore and annoyed as she gets the upperhand again. Shaking off the trauma to his head, he goes for a Clothesline, but again she slides down for a Dropkick to the knees, a tactic that has helped her avoid majority of his moves, and a tactic she'll continue to milk. Having reduced him to knee, she charges in in a Shining Wizard attempt, but Kamigawa explodes out of his stance and nails a huge diving clothesline that flattens her to the mat. He looks down at her, before commencing to place his foot on her windpipe, prompting a count from the ref. He finally breaks the choke at four, only to give her a huge Jumping Legdrop as his tree trunk like limb lands across her frail chest. Struggling for air, Fiona goes to roll out again, but Kamigawa stops her and hooks her leg for the pin. One...
TWO...THR-NO! She kicks out and he looks frustrated as he picks her up and practically throws her into the corner like a ragdoll before steam rolling in with a SICKENING boot to the face, the impact of which reverberates through the RIMAC. Fiona slumps down to the mat, sitting nearly lifelessly in the corner as Kamigawa listens to the crowd's boos. Backing up toward the nearest corner, he keeps a close eye on her, all before charging in with a huge boot to the face again, nearly taking her head clean off! Glassed eyed, and appearing completely out of it, he tugs her out of the corner, strategically laying her out to crash down on her with a corner slingshot splash! As she's crushed beneath his gigantic frame he holds on for the cover! One!
TWO!
THR--SHE GETS THE FOOT ON THE ROPE!Seth Ericson: Kamigawa's taking control of this match. The last time Fiona Rourke faced someone with this sort of size and strength, it was Omar Wise. I don't need to mention how difficult it was to overcome the Assault Breacher Vehicle. Dick Morosi: Indeed but she DID overcome him Seth, which is why we can't count her out. Just when it seems all hope is lost, Fiona finds a way to turn the tables. It's the reason she's become the World Champion and the face of this company! Seth Ericson: Well the face of EXODUS has been been kicked a few times too many, and if that continues, she won't be too pretty to look at. Kamigawa looks furious and picks her up one more time, hoisting her onto his shoulder before running toward a corner and dropping her with a huge snake eyes! Fiona lands on her feet, vision impaired, mind cloud, clearly dazed and on her feet as he comes charging forward with a HUGE Aya-Chan Bomber! The Forearm Clothesline nearly beheads the champion as she crashes to the canvas, and Ryuji quickly realizes that he has do more to put her away! Chucking her into a corner, Kamigawa backs up to the opposite one, reaching for his bottle of champagne! He takes a swig and starts charging forward....CHAMPAGNE CALL! He quickly lifts her up in crucifix position, but she starts wiggling...she breaks free and into a roll up... ONE...
TWO....THR-NO! He kicks out! "This Is Awe-some!" chants start to break out, and as soon as he tries to capitalize, by going toward her...ELBOW TO THE FACE! PALM STRIKE TO THE CHEST! DROPS--HE DUCKS AND HITS THE KABUKICHO LULLABY! The Samoan Spike nearly decapitates the Seraph, and the masses groan and gasp due to the violent collision between his protruding thumb and her delicate windpipe! Sweaty and exhausted, he hooks both legs and closes his eyes, sure of himself that this one's over! ONE!
TWO!THRE---NO! NO! SHE GOT HER SHOULDER UP! The RIMAC has come unglued, and so has Kamigawa! He gets up and starts yelling at D'Artis Johnson, who is not taking it from him! Kamigawa is yelling, insisting that the count was three! His face is a menagerie of rage and sweat as he can't believe she kicked out. Seth Ericson: SHE KICKED OUT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I thought that was three! Dick Morosi: We're nearly fifteen minutes into this match, and Kamigawa scores with the Kabukicho Lullaby! It looked over to me too Seth, but somehow Fiona has stayed alive. She must be running on instinct alone! Ryuji looks like he's running on fumes Seth! Seth Ericson: Kamigawa's gassed and blowing gaskets! He's got to take a breath, and get his head back in the game. He's right at the precipice! Victory is in sight! The entire time Kamigawa is yelling, Fiona musters the will to climb to her feet, and beneath her sweat filled, fatigued appearing fast, she's angry! She quickly grabs Kamigawa's arm, and stuns him with a kick to the stomach....REI GUN! Ryuji's back nearly cracks from the impact! As he slides down onto the canvas, a winded but determined Fiona Rourke limply drapes an arm across his shoulder to make the cover. ONE....
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KICKOUT!Dick Morosi: UNBELIEVABLE! HE KICKS OUT! Seth Ericson: This match means too much to both superstars. They've kicked out of the others finishing move! Who wants it more Dick?! Fiona is undeterred, however, and she quickly rolls him over, hooks the arm....ECHO-16! FIONA ROURKE HAS LOCKED IN THAT TRADEMARK SUBMISSION OF THE FOUNDER OF THE EXODUS SEIKIGUN, AND KAMIGAWA IS SCREAMING! Fiona is using a free arm to start elbowing Kamigawa in the head as she keeps it gripped in, trying to keep him down and out! He tries to move...he's closer....closer....HE GETS TO THE ROPES! SHEER TENACITY AND SHEER DESIRE FUELS THE BIG MAN! Fiona lets go and she looks absolutely crestfallen! Driving fingertips through her sweaty, messy head she is totally flustered. She look to either side of the crowd, and they too cannot believe what they're witnessing. The disbelieving expression suddenly vanishes, as the coagulated sweat on her visage becomes a red pigmentation. Angered, and exasperated, her hands clutch into fists and as the wounded warrior, Ryuji Kamigawa turns around, she begins laying into him with a series of STIFF palm strikes... chops... and finally a SWIFT, THUNDEROUS, BONE-SHATTERING kick to the back of his left knee! His knee buckles and the battered brawler drops to one knee, unable to protect himself from what follows as she leaps up and swings her knee to nail him with a SHINING WIZARD! His cranium snaps back awkwardly, before his head eventually hands askew, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while the champion fires up the crowd. Rourke backs away whilst swinging her arms back, sizing her adversary up. She suddenly stops, staring into Kamigawa's eyes and he looks irate. Showing true fighting spirit and a refusal to quit, he climbs back to his feet, albeit struggling, his injured knee violently trembling beneath the weight it's holding up. Daring him to come at her, Fiona continues to beg and he obliges in one final charge... she answers... counters...springboards off the ropes....SHINIGAMI! KAMIGAWA GOES DOWN! She crawls on top of him and hooks the leg! ONE!
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THREE!Dick Morosi: IT'S OVER! WHAT A MATCH! IT TOOK EVERYTHING BUT SHE DEFEATS RYUJI KAMIGAWA HERE IN THE RIMAC! Seth Ericson: Kamigawa gave everything he had. He should hang his head high. On another occassion, maybe down the road, the result will be different, but tonight the World Champion was able to turn back the tide and what will be a match talked about for years. Dick Morosi: And neither superstar will forget this. We know Kamigawa will come back stronger, and harder, and hungrier. And for the champion, this was a message sent right to Heather Halliwell. Seth Ericson: And to anybody else that doubts her legitimacy. She is the real deal Dick! "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive starts to play, and Fiona slams her hand on the mat, getting some of frustration and anger out of her, taking a huge exhale as D'Artis Johnson hands her the World Title! Looking at Kamigawa as he starts to slowly get up, she simply looks at him and nods, starting to walk off as her theme plays, starting to slap hands with the fans, leaving Kamigawa in the ring angry and frustrated as he starts to come to as we cut back to the entrance way! Fiona Rourke is greeted at the entrance way by Jonathan Collins, who she gives a big embrace! After a moment, Jonathan Collins raises her hand in victory...ONLY TO BE ATTACKED FROM BEHIND! Zero McHannon and Zack Lifer have attacked the Champ and the Saint of Violence from behind, leading them to attempt to fight back to no avail! McHannon lifts up Fiona...ZERO TOLERANCE! Forced Suicide on Collins from Lifer! The two look down and kick the pair in the ribs again, and as the two raise their hands in victory...THEY ARE SURPRISED THEMSELVES! Coming up the side of the stage without being noticed by The White Nights... IT'S JUSTIN BROOKS! JUSTIN BROOKS HAS RETURNED FROM HIS LEAVE OF ABSENCE AND HE LOOKS IRATE! LARIAT TO LIFER! LARIAT TO MCHANNON! The White Nights hop off the stage, and they stare down The Big Bad Brooks as we fade to copyright! WINNER: Fiona Rourke
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 1, 2013 14:39:43 GMT -6
The camera switches to backstage after a commercial. We find ourselves in a traditional looking locker room. Sat there in suits are Jonathan Collins and Sally Talfourd, Jon’s suit is grey whilst Sally’s is purple. Right next to them, still in his gold and crimson ring gear is Andreas Lasiewicz. His head is bowed as his two teammates are in deep discussion. Interrupting the conversation however is Darrin Stearns, who marches into the room with a purpose.
Darrin Stearns: Andreas… Can I have a word?
Andreas turns to his team mates who both give him a slight nod. He then shakes his head before standing up. He walks right up to Stearns, staring him right in the eye.
Darrin Stearns: Look, I know what you are trying to do. I know that you are bringing you’re A game every match, I know that you are giving your all for the cause. But please… You just have to stop injuring members of our roster!
Andreas pauses slightly, possibly considering what Stearns just said.
Andreas Lasiewicz: … Go f(BLEEP)k yourself…
Lasiewicz simply turns and walks away out of view of the camera. Darrin himself is in total shock at what he just heard. He turns to the two sat on the seatee, Sally covering her mouth to stop herself laughing. Jon himself merely shakes his head.
Jonathan Collins: I told you he would say that…
Jon just shakes his head at his friend, coming over to put his arm around Stearns as we cut back to Dick and Seth.
Seth Ericson: Can't blame a guy for trying.
Dick Mororsi: Good point. And speaking of trying, Sylar Drake is going to try to pick up a much needed victory tonight against Deacon Jeremiah, Jerry Matthews' personal enforcer and acolyte! If Drake can pick up this win, he'll face Jerry Matthews at Endgame for the San Diego Bay Title! Let's go to the ring, as Deacon Jeremiah is already there!
Singles Match (if Sylar wins, he gets a SDB Title Shot) Sylar Drake vs. Deacon Jeremiah
We come back to find the Deacon Jeremiah, Jerry Matthews behind him patting his shoulders, already in the ring. Just then, the opening tunes of "Wild at Heart" echo throughout the arena and people are on their feet as Sylar Drake steps on the stage with his back to the ring. He turns around with a wild roar and runs towards the ring, high-fiving with the fans on the way. He jumps on the apron and slingshots himself into the ring, where he poses on the top turnbuckle during the chorus line. Just as he gets off the buckle, his music slowly dies out and Sylar and the Deacon come face to face, the referee ringing the bell to start us off.
The Deacon steps up to Sylar and tries to start things off with a big swinging punch to the face, only for Sylar to duck under it and begin firing stiff kicks into the Deacon’s side! The Deacon recoils, not expecting his punch to have missed and his brain going too slow in catching up in light of the sudden hard pain in his side. The Deacon swings his fist out again, only for Sylar to hop back from it, his grin at the Deacon’s seeming inability to touch him giving him great joy.
Dick Morosi: I’m noticing a problem with the strategy they had here.
Seth Ericson: Yeah?
Dick Morosi: Well, Deacon Jeremiah is a big guy, yes, but he’s not a trained performer, while Sylar IS. Experience means a lot. I think they underestimated Sylar here.
Sylar continues to duck around the Deacon’s attempts to hit him, not even bothering at this point to attack back, finding the attempts too funny. However, a particularly unpreacherly comment from Matthews at ringside makes Sylar take his attention off of the Deacon for only a moment, which the Deacon capitalizes on by slamming a backfist into Sylar’s face, sending him into the corner. The Deacon wastes no time, advancing on him and beginning to choke Sylar against the turnbuckle! The referee steps in and begins the five count, the Deacon finally breaking it just before the 5, backing off.
Sylar attempts to stumble out of the corner, only for the Deacon to lunge forward, smashing an elbow into Sylar’s face sending him back into the turnbuckle, stunned. The Deacon turns to Matthews, who is enthusiastically applauding his friend. The Deacon takes a bow before making a move to continue his work, only for Sylar to drive his foot into the Deacon’s foot, sending him stepping back into the referee, knocking him silly!
Dick Morosi: Jeremiah making the fatal mistake of playing up to his friend instead of keeping the attack up.
Seth Ericson: It’s not exactly a great time for Sylar though, we all know what happens when a referee’s not looking.
Dick Morosi: Well at least the birds he’s seeing are pretty.
Seth Ericson: Maybe we should stop hiring referees made of glass...
Dick Morosi: So...a completely referee-free promotion?
As the referee attempts to get his bearings back, Jerry Matthews steps onto the ring apron with the vial of holy water in his hand, quickly splashing it at Sylar...only for Sylar to have ducked, the holy water going into the face and eyes of Deacon Jeremiah instead! Matthews is left gawking at his cohort falling to the mat because of him before being shoved off the apron by Sylar!
Seth Ericson: Matthews tried to use the holy water that stopped Sylar before but instead it’s taken out Jerry’s own Deacon!
Dick Morosi: Oh nooooo! What a shame that such a vile tactic backfired on them! What a traaaavesty!
Sylar quickly jumps up onto the turnbuckle, turning to face the crowd before sending them onto their feet from excitement as he hits THE DIVINITY DIVE! He covers as the referee, who fortunately missed what just happened, drops down to make the count.
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WINNER: SYLAR DRAKE
WINNER: Sylar Drake
Dick Morosi: The kid did it! He's going to Endgame to face Jerry Matthews for the San Diego Bay Title!
Seth Ericson: The Reverend has to be fuming! This has been a mixed bag for him tonight, but this can't be good.
Dick Ericson: Let the kid celebrate! In the meantime, let's go backstage, where Tom Matheny should be live with Jonathan Collins any moment!
We find ourselves backstage at the RIMAC, the camera following Tom Matheny as he roams the corridors, searching for someone.
Tom Matheny: I’m sure Darrin said Jon was seen heading this way. Come on.
Tom gestures to his cameraman that he should follow, and leads him up a corridor. As he reaches a junction at the corridor’s end, GRENDEL leaps from behind the corner, causing Matheny to jump a little bit.
GRENDEL: Tommy boy! You came looking for me for an interview? I’m touched.
A look of disgust briefly passes over Tom’s face, quickly being replaced by one of mild panic.
Tom Matheny: No, actually, we’ve an appointment with Collins...
GRENDEL makes a rasping sound, only partially audible under his mask.
GRENDEL: Coma boy? He’s boring. You wanna be boring Tommy? I don’t think you wanna be boring Tommy. I’m much more interesting.
Tom Matheny: And what makes you think that?
GRENDEL smiles. Maybe. It’s impossible to tell under the mask.
GRENDEL: Well, you just saw our fearless leader Daisuke win the man advantage for LEGION for the big War Games dance contest at Endgame. No doubt that’s what you’ve got your panties in a twist dashing off to talk to Coma boy about. But I got bigger news. Off the back of that win, ol’ Daikatana has decided to announce who the first member of Team LEGION is gunna be. I’ll give you one guess who that’s gunna be.
Tom Matheny: You’ve got to be kidding me...
GRENDEL: Oh this is no joke Tommy boy. The first announced member of the LEGION team for Endgame is me! GRENDEL! Hah! And I’ve got more news for you. Groundbreaking news. Massive news. Colossal news. Epic news. Gigantic ne...
Tom Matheny: Get on with it won’t you?
GRENDEL: “Well if you’re going to be like that, maybe I won’t tell you.”
Tom Matheny: Such a shame, can’t be helped, now if you’d get out of our way...
GRENDEL: Oh alright, you twisted my arm. I’m going to give you a taste of the future Tom. Because LEGION has another card up our collective sleeve. It’s traditional before War Games matches for the two captains to meet in contest, you know that right? No? Whatever. I’m probably making it up. Anyway, obviously that isn’t going to happen, what with the boss man schooling Blakey this week. So guess who we arranged to meet Blakey next week.
Tom Matheny: You?
GRENDEL: No no no. Me.
Tom Matheny: That’s what I sai…
GRENDEL: “You’re not a very good interviewer are you, Tommy boy? Always interrupting your guest. Bad form, Jack. Bad form. Anyhow yes, I get to face the Philly Young Gun Buck Shot Monkey Harness Philosopher Thing. And I’m looking forward to it. Shall I tell you why?”
Tom Matheny: I guess you’re going to tell me no matter what I say.
GRENDEL: Because there’s nothing an impetuous young youth needs more than to have a harrowing, hardcore match the week before one of the biggest events of his career. Builds character, you know. Wrecks egos. That kind of thing. Don’t want to be captain of a team and lose heading into the big match. You know what I mean?
Tom Matheny: I... guess...
GRENDEL stops talking and stares at Tom intently, seemingly squinting behind his mask.
GRENDEL: Maybe I was wrong Tommy boy. You’re boring. Maybe you would be better off talking to Coma boy. What are you doing, holding me up when I’m trying to get places? You’re boring.
GRENDEL pushes Tom aside with one hand, and strides roughly past the camera, jostling the cameraman, before heading off up the corridor. The camera swings back to Tom.
Tom Matheny: What the hell just happened here?
Fade to Commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 1, 2013 13:44:58 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, confirming the next main event in two weeks! Fiona Rourke to team up with EXODUS Pro Director Jonathan Collins to face Zero McHannon and Zack Lifer! Following that, we cut back to Dick and Seth! Dick Morosi: In two weeks, Jonathan Collins makes his in-ring return to EXODUS Pro, teaming up with the World Champion to face Zero McHannon and Zack Lifer! Seth Ericson: McHannon and Lifer, members of LEGION, have looked really sharp, Dick. I can only imagine what they'll do up against the newly reunited Project Mayhem. Dick Morosi: A victory over a surefire Hall of Famer like Collins and the World Champion could put them in line to go up one on one with The Turks and possibly a Tag Team Title shot down the road. Seth Ericson: First, Abby Park of the Short Change Heroes needs to get past one half of the Turks, Andreas Lasiewicz, and that's coming up right now! Singles Match Andreas Lasiewicz (w/ Sally Talfourd) vs. Abby Park (w/ Johnny CannonThe 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 with Johnny Cannon not far behind, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big Like a warrior I've grown sure So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all You want it all I know you do I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie Your hand, put it right here I'm taking you somewhere Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. David Zinkus: Now in the ring, she is one half of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions and accompanied by Johnny Cannon...SHE IS ABBYYYYYY PARK! The lights in the arena again begin to dim slightly as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. Several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz, along with Sally Talfourd steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. He pauses then points his baton towards the ring as he slowly paces there. As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he is looking for answers. Dick Morosi: We've got a huge matchup here tonight. Andreas Lasiewicz picked up a huge victory two weeks ago against Johnny Cannon, and now he's up against the other half of the Short Change Heroes tonight. Seth Ericson: Let's just hope he doesn't break her like he's already done to Lexie Bonds. Both competitors lock in a greco-roman tieup, but Lasiewicz quickly uses his power to take control of Abby as he gets behind her and locks in a Waistlock. He quickly transitions and drops her with the Teardrop Suplex. Right after, he takes control of the leg of the supine opponent and shoots several elbow shots towards it, presumably setting up for the Four Card Trick right from the get go. Abby leans forward and delivers some elbows of her own to the head of Andeas, making him release the hold. Lasiewicz backs up a bit, but doesn't let Abby get up on her feet - as she is on all four, tyring to get up, he hits her with a Low Dropkick to the side of the head, sending her out of the ring. Lasiewicz wastes little time as he steps on the apron and measures Park for the next move. Just as one half of the Tag Team Champions is up on her feat, Andreas comes jumping off the apron, hitting her with a jaw-jacking European Uppercut as the crowd roars in approval. Dick Morosi: The Silver Eagle with a huge uppercut there! Seth Ericson: I gotta be honest, Dick. Since he arrived, he's looked nothing short of overwhelming. He's every bit as intimidating as Collins probably hoped he would be against LEGION and others. Andreas picks Abby up and delivers several stiff Knife Edge Chops, while the crowd accompanies each and every one of them with a "WOO!" chant. After several successful hits, Park ducks and dodges Lasiewicz's shot, getting behind him quickly to perform a Russian Legsweep. She then rolls Lasiewicz back in the ring under the bottom rope and follows him, avoiding a count-out. The Morning Star gets to his feet, but is sent down with a Two Handed Bulldog right the next second. Abby drops a forearm over the chest of the Polish wrestler and goes for the pinfall. ONE! TWO! Lasiewicz kicks out just in time. Abby immediately rolls him on his back and goes in the Full Mount position, as she sends punch after punch towards her opponent. Referee must separate them after several punches, which gives Andreas a much appreciated breather. He uses the ropes to pull himself up, but just as he is finally standing on his feet, Park rocks him with an elbow to the back of the neck and then turns him around and drops him with a DDT. Dick Morosi: Huge DDT by one half of the tag champs! She hooks the outside leg for the pinfall attempt. ONE! TWO! TH-- Kickout! Abby Park is wasting no time as she climbs the turnbuckle, and prepares to hit the Nashville Shores. She eventually goes for this Seated Senton... but Lasiewicz counters beautifully into a Powerbomb! This time it's him going for the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-- Kickout! Dick Morosi: What tenacity by Abby Park! Seth Ericson: She's never ever said quit before, I can't see her doing it now! Lasiewicz pulls her up, but Park quickly picks him up on her shoulders. Fortunately for him, Andreas slides off the hold right behind Abby and pushes her to the corner. Abby turns around only to receive a powerful Polish Hammer that sends her down. As she sits down, leaned on the turnbuckle pads, Andreas comes charging in with a Running Facewash. He drags her away from the ropes and attempts another pinfall. ONE! TWO! THR-- Kickout! Seth Ericson: SHE KEEPS ON TICKING! Andreas picks Abby up again, but she rocks him with Throat Thrust and then takes control of him, having him prepared for STO. However, Lasiewicz quickly responds with a series of elbow shots to the side of the head and instead of being dropped with STO, he performs a Side Effect. Instead of going for the pin, he rolls Abby on her belly and locks in the Crisis Core Crossface! The Korean-American wrestler is far enough from the ropes and after few seconds of resisting, she eventually taps out. The referee calls for the bell, but Lasiewicz keeps the submission locked on only until a count of three before Sally convinces him to break the hold as "Time" starts up again. Dick Morosi: What a victory for Andreas Lasiewicz! He's gone through both members of the Short Change Heroes in a two-week span! Seth Ericson: He's become a tough act to defeat, Dick. Right now, I don't know if anyone can. WINNER: Andreas LasiewiczThe bell rings as Andreas stands over the fallen and defeated Abby Park. There seems to be a slightly glazed look in his eyes, as he looks down at his handiwork. The crowd, who at first were cheering The Morning Star’s victory now, look slightly concerned as the referee is checking on Abby Park frantically, before flashing the ‘X’ symbol towards the entrance area. Andreas breaks his stare, then asks for a microphone. As he takes it, he takes a moment to get his breath back then looks deep into the camera. Andreas Lasiewicz: Do anyone else hear a snap? The crowd are quite unsure what to make of this; the intensity in Andreas’ eyes is intimidating for even those safely behind the barriers. Andreas Lasiewicz: I came here for one reason and one reason alone. To put an end to LEGION! The same reason that Sally Talfourd came here. But for some reason, we were sent on this little side mission. Darrin Stearns decided that The Turks should be taken away from the fight against LEGION and pitted against the Short Change Heroes. ‘To keep the belts safe from LEGION’ he told me. ‘We need to put the Tag Division on the map’ he said. Well very sorry, Stearns. Look like I just took out your entire tag division… The crowd are in shock at Andreas’ words, quite unsure what to make of them. They want to cheer him on, but at the same time are quite sickened by his speech. Andreas Lasiewicz: Kingham Come have run away. As has Stryfe and Reynolds. The White Nights are about to implode due to a social media trend. Leather and Lace are worthless. And as for the SCH? I’m standing before you, three to nothing against them, and yet the title shot has still not been granted? The belt is still not around the waists of The Turks? And it may not be for a while… Looks like little Abby is out of commission… There is a smattering of boos, mainly from die hard SCH fans, generally concerned as paramedics are tending to Abby Park. She is conscious but obviously in some pain. Lasiewicz ignores them as he continues on. Andreas Lasiewicz: Now I’m not saying it’s not an honour to be placed in this spot, I’m not saying that it’s not an honour to be Number One contender’s to these titles. It is, it truly is. And having a tag team partner of the calibre of Sally Talfourd is an honour. I couldn’t ask for a better teammate. But the titles have not been defended since they won them last April, and it may well be a long time before they do. So I ain’t waiting around until that call is made. This is not the time to be chasing glory; this is not the time to be chasing gold and riches. This is a time for action! Blake Jones… I know you are listening… Andreas begins pacing around the ring like an animal, his hand gestures dramatic, almost animalistic. Andreas Lasiewicz: Look upon what I have done. Look upon what I am capable of! I came here with a high reputation, a deserving reputation, a terrifying reputation. I wasn’t bragging when I said I was a Ten Time World Champion. I wasn’t bragging when I stated that I’ve ended more careers than this entire roster combined. Those things I said were the undeniable truth… And I have damn well proven it… Blake Jones… You have been elected the captain for this War Games match. You are the one that will decide the team that will defend EXODUS against LEGION. You are the one that has been chosen to lead the Vanguard in this final battle. And I applaud you for taking that burden on your shoulders… But you will not win. You are set to fail. You are set to let LEGION steamroll right through you, allowing them to make a mockery of EXODUS and all that this great company stands for. You do not hold the power to stop them… The Morning Star pauses as he glares directly into the camera, his eyes seemingly burning a brilliant molten gold. Andreas Lasiewicz: Unless… you pick… me… Some of the crowd leap to their feet at this comment, though others seem to be apprehensive. Andreas Lasiewicz: I came here for LEGION, Blake. I came here to rid this place of them. And I have damn well been proving it day in, day out since I got here. One by one they have been falling. But if you wish to win this war, if you want EXODUS to prevail… Take this collar off my neck, put me in that cage with them… and let The Thing That Should Not Be loose upon them. Set me free off these chains and put me in that cage, Blake. Pick me… And All Will Be Well… Andreas begins to exit the ring, but before he does he has one last thing to say on the matter. Andreas Lasiewicz: If you don’t… It will be the ruin of us all… The choice is in your hands… Dobranoc. Hans Zimmer’s Time blasts out from the P.A system as he drops the microphone and exits the ring. He marches past the paramedics, letting a sinister grin spread across his face as he jumps the guard rail and begins making his way out through the crowd, the fans parting like the red sea as he walks right past them—his head held high. Dick Morosi: I'm...I'm stunned. Seth Ericson: I'm not sure who should be more frightened. Should it be LEGION...or should it be the Seikigun captain, Blake Jones? Dick Morosi: I'm not sure myself. Let's go backstage while medics tend to Abby Park! After that shocking match, we go backstage to find Asssistant to the Assistant Director Nicholas Gray at the catering table, chowing down on some excellent sandwiches. Nicholas Gray: Man it's a shame Lifer can't find this place, this food is great! A hand reaches out from behind him and taps him on the shoulder. Nicholas turns around to find a young man in a courier's uniform, holding some papers and looking around confusedly. Courier: Uhm..excuse me, sir? Nicholas Gray: Ah, ah, ah, I know what you want, kid. Your next line is going to be "wow, you're Nicholas Gray, can I please have your autograph, it sells like hotcakes on eBay!" The courier simply stares at him for a few moments, confusion mounting in his expression. Courier: Er...no. Not at all. Gray's smile fades as his shoulders slump dejectedly, and he takes another bite from his sandwich. Nicholas Gray: One of these days...fine, what is it you want? Courier: Well, I have some papers I'm to get signed by the Assistant Director, do you know where I can find him? Nicholas Gray: Mm, Dairy? Nah, I ain't his keeper. But if you got some papers you need signed, I can do that. We're equals, ya know. Courier: I'm...not sure that's right... Nicholas Gray: Oi! I'm the Assistant Assistant Director, kid! You know what that means? Courier: N...no? Nicholas Gray: It means I'm double the AD! So give me that! He takes the papers from the courier and quickly signs on every line that needs a signature, thrusting the papers back at him. Nicholas Gray: There you go! Courier: ...thank you... Rather than argue and spend more time near Gray, the courier takes off the way he came with the signed papers. Nicholas watches him depart, nodding. Nicholas Gray: About time I get to flex my AAD muscle. He returns to his sandwich, eyeing the rest of them. Nicholas Gray: Let's see where else that's needed. He starts to depart, only to turn back and grab the plate holding all of the sandwiches, walking off with them as the camera fades to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 1, 2013 12:28:48 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: Our next contest has sleeper MOTN written all over it. This is a contest between the "Perfect Evil" Daisuke Iwakuma, and the young upstart Blake Jones who scored the winning pinfall in the Main Event two weeks ago. Seth Ericson: But let's not forget vital points Daisuke made in regards to Blake's momentum. Yes he did pin Kameron Chase to win that Six Man Tag Team Match, but he also failed to overcome Andrew Ashton when all the chips were down. Now he's got another monumental challenge ahead of him. Dick Morosi: Yes, these are the type of matches that define careers Seth, but if we've learned anything from Blake Jones, we've figured out that the kid's got tremendous heart, and tremendous tenacity. Seth Ericson: Well he'll need all of that and more because he's going up with the leader of LEGION himself. Singles Match Daisuke Iwakuma (w/ Audrey Lloris) vs. Blake JonesI'm drowning in here The air is not fair. It pierces my lungs, I want to run Move slow and let them know that I will pray for who I am But I won't pray for who I'm not "Superstar Pt. 2" by Richy Nix begins to play all throughout the arena, the crowd cheering upon hearing the song. Blake Jones steps out through the curtains, wearing his silver and blue trunks and a sleeveless blue hoodie, the Blue Lantern logo on the back with "EXODUS" written through it. The hood is over his head as he walks, but he quickly takes it off as he stands at the top of the ramp, smiling at the sight of the crowd. He points out at the crowd as he begins a walk down the ramp. David Zinkus: Introducing first/And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...weighing in at 188 pounds...BLAKE JONES! Blake tries his best to high five any possible fan before walking up the ring steps. Once he enters the ring, Blake points to the back of his hoodie and yelling "All Will Be Well", before removing it and handing to one of the EXODUS ring crew. Afterwards, Blake walks over to his designated corner and begins to stretch as he awaits for the match to start. Dick Morosi: Blake's fired up as usual. He's raring to go tonight Seth! Seth Ericson: Or overzealous, whichever word suits you. He looks antsy to me, and that could be a major hindrance to his chances tonight. The lights dim in the arena as the sound of synthesizers and drums begin to reverb throughout the arena, all before smoke fills the entrance of the ramp. In that dream, I recall pieces of prisons I'm escaping In the next big religion I do the cross thing The cross thing... David Zinkus: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Audrey Lloris, hailing from Kôtô, Tokyo he stands at six foot four inches tall, and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-four pounds... this is the "Perfect Evil", DAISUKE IWAKUMA!!! Stepping out from the back, flanked by Audrey Lloris, is Daisuke Iwakuma! Slowly looking around with disdain and disgust for the crowd, he smirks almost malevolently, slowly making his way down to the ringside area. Whichever way the wind blows Your mind in time I'm nine Our lives unwind We find the wine red or white Like the days fade away A cloud of smoke blurred eyes You're always brighter in the daytime You fight it after midnight... Iwakuma slowly follows Audrey up the ring steps, who walks to the apron and holds the ropes to let him in. After all that, he drops to his knees and holds his hands in a praying position before nodding as he stands back up and climbs to one turnbuckle, outstretching his arms as if he was seeking strength from the heavens above. Stepping down and having Audrey remove his jacket, he smirks as he looks out, before approaching the young Blake Jones. Both men approach one another, mere feet apart as Daisuke mouths off something barely audible to the camera. Daisuke Iwakuma: May the best man win. A smile comes across Blake's face as he simply responds. Blake Jones: I will. The referee quickly wedges between both superstars and directs them back to their respective corners before sounding for the bell. "DING! DING! DING!"Dick Morosi: And here we go. The intensity is high. There's certainly bad blood building up between these two. We're in for a classic Seth. Both men circle around the squared-hell before colliding in the center of the ring, immediately locking up in a traditional collar and elbow tie. Towering over Jones, Iwakuma quickly exploits his strength and size advantage as he shoves Blake back into the corner, forcing the referee to once again step between the two highly competitive athletes in hopes of preserving any semblance of order. Before Daisuke retracts from the corner, he leaves Jones with a gift in the form of an open palm slap that effectively captures the contempt he has toward his adversary. Subdued by the referee, Jones is unable to immediately respond, allowing Iwakuma to scoff and mock him before posing in the LEGION crucifix. When the situation cools down and cooler heads prevail, the referee steps away as the match unofficially restarts. The two rivals pick up where they left off, Daisuke cautiously extending out an arm, prompting Jones to do the same. But instead of their protruding hands conjoining, Jones immediately steps forward and scores with a boot to the midsection that doubles Daisuke over. He follows that up with a textbook headlock, encircling the "Perfect Evil's head and locking it in between his body and the crook of his elbow. Forced to go on the defensive end, Iwakuma backs into the ropes, using the elasticity of the cables to build momentum, using that said momentum to toss his opponent forward. As Jones charges across the ring and rebounds off the ropes, he's met with a stiff shoulder block. Following a brief delay, mostly consisting of Daisuke's posturing and flexing of muscles, and the boos that accompany, the action picks back up. Iwakuma falls back into the ropes, spurring Jones to switch his position from his back to his chest, causing Daisuke to leap over him as he continues his momentum across the ring. As he rebounds, the Philadelphian springs back to his feet before leaping into the air and quickly bringing Iwakuma down with a Hurricarana. Daisuke desperately rolls under the bottom rope to regain his bearings, but just as he regains a vertical base does Blake come flying in with a low-drop kick that connects at the shins sending Iwakuma dropping face first across the apron. The adrenaline rush continues to influence Jones' decision making as he steadily pushes himself up from the canvas. Watching as his foe struggles to get up, he doesn't waste anymore time contemplating what to do next. Rushing to the far end ropes he cannons off them, willing to sacrifice his body in order to silence his biggest critic. When he is almost at the ropes he shoots through them like a torpedo, Iwakuma left frozen with fear of what's about to transpire, and the fans looking on in shock and awe. Dick Morosi: BLAKE JONES JUST TOOK FLIGHT! Suicide Dive and he's in total control of this match! As the ref motions to begin his ten count, Blake Jones takes the veteran's approach and slides back into the ring. The official lifts his arms and shouts "ONE!" to begin the countout. Daisuke Iwakuma stirs on the ground while clutching his neck, seething with an apparent mixture of anger and agony "TWO!"With Audrey Lloris yelling at him to get up, adrenaline begins to rush through the former Tag Team champion, and he forces himself to a knee upon clutching the ring apron. "THREE!"Finally at his feet, Iwakuma leans up on the apron, still somewhat ginger and cautious in his mannerisms as Jones sneers down at him, begging for him to get in so he can deliver some more punishment. "FOUR!"Daisuke climbs under the bottom rope and slithers into the ring, Blake Jones wasting no time as he jumps back on the horse. The Philadelphian simply wraps an around his feo's head, but Daisuke plants hsi feet fee into the canvas to counter any possible maneuver he had planned. The Perfect Evil wraps his arms around Jones's legs, then lifts him up before stumbling back and falling down, dropping his foe throat first across the ring cables. As he bounces off, Blake is sent stumbling back with bulging eyes, clearly wincing and winded from the Flap Jack. Iwakuma hastily pulls himself up, then leans back onto the middle rope to fully regather his bearings, then charges in with an extended arm. His aforementioned limb violently collides with Jones's sternum, as the stupendous Lariat takes the Cruiserweight off his feet and sends him down to the canvas with a thud. Seth Ericson: What a vicious Lariat that was. He crashed into him like a great wave. Now that's true power right there and that's an advantage that Iwakuma will have all night. The persistent Iwakuma immediately drops down to hook Blake's legs for the cover. "ONE!" "TWO!" Jones rolls his shoulder over, Iwakuma hastily clenching his fist around the short haired Cruiserweight and pulling him up to a seated position. He follows up by delivering a stiff shin kick to the Philadelphian's back, the impact of the vile strike sending Blake recoiling back onto the mat, writhing in pain while his adversary gloats amidst booing from the masses of humanity packing the RIMAC. Dick Morosi: Iwakuma is clearly confident that he'll win this match. It would behoove him to not waste anymore time. A window of opportunity and hope is all this kid needs to turn things around. Seth Ericson: I'll have to agree. Daisuke aught to move with haste. The less time it takes the pin him, the more time you have to gloat. Jones is slowly grabbed at the head, the Perfect Evil's grip coming at the sides as he lifts his adversary to a seated position. Looking to wear his smaller foe down, Iwakuma quickly applies a Half Nelson with one hand, then uses his free hand to pull Jones's captured arm across his own face, before clenching his wrist behind Blake's next. With the Cobra Clutch locked in, and the pressure mounting, a certain gleeful smirk manifests on Daisuke's face, as he finds tremendous joy in his foe's anguish; for Iwakuma, seeing the strain on Blake's face is a sight to truly behold. Amidst a flurry of fanfare coming from those in attendance, Jones reaches for the ropes, refusing to submit to the agony despite the pain becoming more and more unbearable. The fan favorite is the target of a plethora of voices cheering and encouraging him, all blending into one jumbled, yet vociferous roar. Jones ascends to a knee, and slowly but surely begins to claw his way toward the ropes, seemingly centimeter-by-centimeter, showing his unyielding resolve and refusal to be bested by his rival. Emboldened by Blake's resilience, Iwakuma continues to crank the hold on as tightly as possible, but is ultimately unable to force Jones into tapping out. With no other choice, Iwakuma lifts Jones to a vertical base before falling backward, slamming the Philadelphian into the canvas head first, sucking the air out of the RIMAC like a vacuum. The momentum of the authoritative suplex, the "Deadly Premonition" coerces Blake Jones into a backward roll that ends with him climbing to a knee. With a twinkle of malevolence in his eyes, Iwakuma climbs back to his feet, and notices Jones's disoriented state and physical anguish, and deems it the perfect opportunity to put him out of his misery. Towering over his foe, Daisuke proceeds to slap him lightly across the head repeatedly, the crowd booing as the recipient of the disrespectful display continues to appear glassed eyed and out of it. Grappling his adversary by the head, Daisuke slowly drags Jones's inanimate frame to a vertical base, only for Blake's body to come back to life as he shoves Iwakuma's arms away and steps back to the side. Having once looked exhausted and debilitated, Jones experiences a sudden feeling of vigor and refreshment, a sharp contrast to the state of delirium he was just afflicted with. In one fluid motion he bounces off his back leg, and extends his forward, firmly planting his boot right on the chin of the former EXODUS Tag Team Champion. Dick Morosi: GOOD GOD DID YOU HEAR THAT!? SUPERKICK! Could Blake Jones stun the wrestling world two times in the span of a month! Seth Ericson: But look at Daisuke! He's rolling toward the ring ropes. Very astute, very smart on behalf of the Perfect Evil. As the cheers from the crowd continue, Blake limply reaches out, disheartened by the fact that Iwakuma was able to roll away from him and escape the immediate pinfall. With every ounce of energy he has he crawls toward Daisuke's carcass, managing to drag him toward him before executing the lateral press. Audrey Lloris, however, is able to get a hold of Iwakuma's foot and pulls his leg totally straight, getting it across the bottom rope. "ONE!" Audrey Lloris: His foot's under the bottom rope! "TWO!" The ref turns to see Daisuke's foot indeed lying on the bottom rope, and immediately stops to point out that very thing. A vociferous, deafening amount of booing is heard, and rightfully so as Blake Jones sits on his knees, exhausted, angry and in disbelief as he and the referee look at Lloris who pleads ignorance. Dick Morosi: Blake Jones has to overcome two people tonight, and it's a shame. Daisuke doesn't need Audrey out here, surely someone as talented as he is can handle his own business. Seth Ericson: But this is what he asked for. He's getting the "Perfect Evil". The stakes have been raised, victory has become that much more difficult to capture. But if he can beat him, then all of the headaches and heartbreak will have been worth it. Both superstars begin to climb to a vertical base, almost simultaneously as they turn to each other. The Perfect Evil strikes with a huge, flesh wrenching chop to his smaller adversary's chest, inciting a "WOO" chant from the crowd. Jones stumbles back on his feet but immediately charges forward and answers with a vicious forearm shot to the solar plexus. Iwakuma doubles over and his hair is immediately clutched, then the Philadelphian coerces him toward the ropes and tosses him between them. Daisuke grabs a hold of one of the cables on his way out, preventing what would have been a nasty spill onto the floor. Now on his feet, Iwakuma staggers toward the nearest guard rail and leans across it to catch a breath while the fans in the front row hurl insults and obscenities in his direction. Meanwhile, Jones steps onto the apron, waiting and perched like hoping to swoop down on it's unsuspecting prey. Daisuke turns his attention back to his opponent, only to see the Cruiserweight flying off the ring apron in a Cross Body block. Quickly reacting, Daisuke catches the Philadelphian, then steps forward and maliciously drives his spine into the side of the ring. While Jones slumps down, gingerly holding his back from the impact of the collision, his hair is grabbing and his face becomes the subject of a series of stiff forearm shots from his opponent. The referee orders Iwakuma to stop the strikes, and then begins a ten count, despite the fact that the forearms continue. "ONE!"
*CRACK*
"TWO!"
*CRACK!*
"THREE!"
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"FOUR!"
Iwakuma finally ceases his onslaught, now pulling Jones away from apron and turning him around before sliding bim back inside the ring. Seth Ericson: And this looks like the end here. The Dead Space could very well be on the horizon. Daisuke slowly climbs onto the apron, and climbs back into the ring. Bypassing an immediate attack, he stares out into the crowd, then once again poses in the LEGION crucifix, inducing a chorus of boos in jeers in his direction. As his arms drop and his swollen head finally returns to normal proportions, he makes his way toward his groggy opponent. Looking down at his stirring foe, Iwakuma's hand makes a quick slashing motion across his throat before he leans over to grab the groggy Jones. Having either played possum or benefited from Daisuke's posturing and allowed time to recover, Blake quickly reaches up and grabs a hold of his foe's arm, dragging him off his feet and sending him somersaulting to the canvas. Then, in a fashion similar to Jonathan Collins, he traps the arm and executes the Inverted Facelock, locking in one of the most recognizable submission holds in all of wrestling amidst a nearly unanimous cheer from the audience. Dick Morosi: ECHO-16! HE'S LOCKED DAISUKE IWAKUMA IN THE ECHO-16. JONATHAN COLLINS IS RUBBING OFF ON HIM, AND WHAT A PERFECT MOMENT TO PULL THAT OUT OF HIS REPERTOIRE. Seth Ericson: But it's not sinched in completely and look at Audrey! Yes indeed Audrey Lloris climbs onto the apron, providing another distraction, preventing Jones from fully applying the submission that would have surely spelled Iwakuma's doom. Jones relinquishes his hold, and immediately climbs to his feet to confront Lloris who drops down from the apron. An irate Jones fires off at the mouth, his reddened face only bringing a smile to Audrey's as her intrusion buys Iwakuma time to recover, as well as disrupts Jones's composure. And those two things turn out to be the difference as the Perfect Evil climbs back to his feet, and immediately charges forward and connects with a blow to the back of Blake's head. Having stunned his foe, Daisuke drags him from the ropes and into the middle of the ring, quickly lifting him up in a Back Suplex position, then spins him around, and finally drops him with a sickening piledriver. Seth Ericson: THE DEAD SPACE! He got all of that Dick! Daisuke goes for the pinfall, hooking both legs as Audrey Lloris watches her hard work pay off. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" Dick Morosi: And this one is over. I Daisuke Iwakuma owes Audrey Lloris a great deal of thanks. She cost Blake Jones this match TWICE! Seth Ericson: I'm not sure if you can blame this one on her Dick. She didn't make Blake let Daisuke Iwakuma go when he had him ready to tap out. That was all on him. And just like Iwakuma predicted, the moment was too big for him! Dick Morosi: I beg to differ, but I guess we're all allowed to have our opinions, no matter how ridiculous they might be. David Zinkus: Here is your winner... DAISUKE IWAKUMA! "The New Cult King" continues to play as he smirks while leaving the ring, leaving Blake glaring at Daisuke. Daisuke smirks and shrugs innocently as Audrey comes to him to raise his hand in victory, leading him back up the ramp. Dick Morosi: Like it or not, Daisuke stole this one. Let's go backstage. WINNER: Daisuke Iwakuma We cut backstage, and standing outside her locker room with Tom Matheny is Fiona Rourke! Tom Matheny: Fiona, tonight, you've got one of the biggest matches in your EXODUS career, a one on one non-title encounter against Ryuji Kamigawa. A win probably gives him as much right to a title shot as Heather Halliwell...do you think that you have it in you to put him down and silence him once and for all? Fiona nods her head as she listens, hand holding the belt against her shoulder before she turns to look up at the man beside her. Fiona Rourke: I most definitely have it in me to put him down and silence him, Tom. Believe me, this match has been a long time coming for both him and myself and I plan on going out there and making him eat his words tonight. He won't be disrespecting me any longer after I'm through with him. You can count on that. Tom Matheny: It's a huge size advantage in his favor, Fiona. You haven't been this overmatched since your early matchups against Omar Wise. Fiona Rourke: Don't you remember though, Tom? I beat Omar Wise. Granted, he threw me out of the ring like a lawn dart but damn it, I still beat him. I know that I'll be able to beat Kamigawa tonight as well, no doubt about it. I've been working harder than ever training before this match and I can feel it. This win will be mine. Tom Matheny: That's not the only thing on your plate. You and Jonathan Collins were challenged earlier tonight by LEGION's Zack Lifer and Zero McHannon. Fiona grins as she nods her head in excitement, thinking about the upcoming match. Fiona Rourke: That's right, Tom. Lifer and McHannon think that they're capable of beating me and Jon. Well, they have another thing coming. We accept your challenge, losers, and we're going to win. Project Mayhem WILL bring the arsenal and will make sure to destroy the both of you with it. Tom Matheny: Thanks for your time, Fiona. Good luck tonight against Kamigawa. Fiona Rourke: Thank you, Tom. Make sure you get me a cake after my win tonight too. You know how much I love cake. She grins, turning then to walk back into her dressing room to finish preparing as we go to commercial.
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