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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 27, 2015 12:13:51 GMT -6
After all that, we come backstage, where Tom Matheny chases down Genji Yamato... only it's not GENJI, now, is it... Tom Matheny: Mr. Yamato! MR. YAMATO! YAMATO-SAN! The Cho'oningen turns around, slowly, as if possessed... Cho'oningen: No. Not Yamato. CHO'ONINGEN. Yamato let CHO'ONINGEN out in EXODUS... Cho'oningen looks sharply at Matheny, as if to strike! Tom Matheny: Yes, yes, forgive me! But... why are you back in EXODUS? WHY DID YOU COST ARIES REED A SPOT IN THE HONOR CUP FINAL! Cho'oningen: It was not for justice. Justice is for Uchikawa. Justice is for Kazuma Fujita... for YAMATO. This is for VENGEANCE. CHO'ONINGEN is for VENGEANCE! Tom Matheny: What now?? You know Reed and REVOLUTION won't take this lightly!! Cho'oningen: Gooooood. Let them come to Cho'oningen! Let them see the reflection of their own terror! The terror, Reed and SHOZO and GRENDEL inflict on EXODUS, is only that terror, that they feel in their own soul depths! They wanted terror, they craved terror... Cho'oningen: TERROR! IS NOW BEFORE YOU!!! With that, Cho'oningen looks directly upwards and SPITS RED MIST STRAIGHT INTO THE AIR, before licking it from his lips, and wakling away.... Tom Matheny: Dick, Seth... there is NO WAY this is over yet!... We cut back to a confused looking Dick and Seth, unsure of what they just witnessed. Dick Morosi: Seth, Aries Reed may not have just started an international incident with Kingdom of Japan and our friends in HELL, but he may have encouraged the dark passenger inside Genji Yamato to come for him. Seth Ericson: Great! Maybe he'll leave us all alone now instead of constantly complaining. Dick Morosi: He may be praying for this to end well, but that's the exact opposite for someone in this next match! These two are about to dig in and someone is leaving disappointed. Justin Brooks meets Savannah Taylor for the International Title...and it's next! David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EXODUS International Championship! The fans in the Hard Rock Hotel are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their approval at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. David Zinkus: Introducing first, the challenger. From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds… she is Savannah! TAYLOR! The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries a solid black leather riding crop. She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. Dick Morosi: It’s very rare that you hear a crowd cheer for Savannah Taylor, but tonight she’s playing the role of hometown hero. Seth Ericson: That’s right, Dick. She’s in her hometown, amongst her people here in Las Vegas. They came to see their pride and joy leave with the biggest win in her EXODUS career, and you can bet she’ll do everything in her power to do just that. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out. ”SAVANNAH TAYLOR!” *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-* ”SAVANNAH TAYLOR!” *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-* A huge smile grows on the She Wolf’s face as she listens to the support of her city. Dick Morosi: This crowd seems solely behind the challenger, Dick. She’s got home field advantage, and she’s confident that she’ll be able to rectify the mistakes she made in their first encounter. Seth Ericson: The champion’s about to walk into the proverbial lion’s den, Dick. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. He thrives under these conditions. ブルックス ウィル
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あなた The lights go out. The arena is plunged into darkness as EXODUS PRO crowd rumbles with excitement as a few cellphone screens light up sprinkling throughout the darkness like fireflies. 私を倒すために、あなたが苦しむことがあります David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring is her opponent...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia by way of Knoxville, Tennessee...he is the EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...the Monster of the Bay, Justin BROOKS! The heavy drum and bass of the "March of Death" pours through the PA system as a single spotlight shines at the entrance as from the curtain come the Big Bad Brooks, paying homage to his many months on the Japanese circuit for the KJPW. With a black hood sweatshirt with his hood up over his head, he slowly makes his way towards the ring. He receives a mixed reaction upon his appearance as his strides are long and slowly as he finally reaches the steel steps and climbs into the ring with the EXODUS Pro International Title in his hands. Crossing the ring, he climbs the far turnbuckle and climbs to the second rung before reaching up and pulls his hood back just as the lights up to him holding the International Title high in the air. Dick Morosi: The Monster of the Bay is focused, Seth. He beat Savannah Taylor back at The War Isn’t Over Yet, but since then he’s heard Savannah Taylor run her mouth about how she’d beat him if she was given another chance. Tonight, he’s come to prove her wrong. Seth Ericson: I rarely bet against Justin Brooks but Dick, I’m finding it hard to bet against Savannah Taylor. She’s in her hometown, she’s in the best shape of her life, and she’s never been hungrier. Dick Morosi: That is all true, Seth. But you’ve gotta remember, nobody has a bigger appetite than the International Champion. And that hunger of his is only satisfied by the fight, and he’s going to get one right now in what should be another great contest between these two. Seth Ericson: And with that it’s time for Brooks vs Taylor II. This time with more feeling, haha. That’s the bell, Dick. Let’s do it! *DING! DING! DING!* As the bell chimes thrice the two competitors begin circling the ring before inching closer and closer toward one another. Savannah cautiously approaches the brutish man, with the two simply locking up in a collar and elbow tie. It didn’t take long for Brooks to exert his physicality, as he effortlessly tosses the much smaller, and weaker Nevadan back, sending her staggering into the corner much like he did in the start of their first championship match. The challenger stands there with her back pressed against the turnbuckle padding, her hands holding either side of the ring ropes, her face curled in a intense scowl as she tries to devise a plan to overcome her foe’s intimidating, and incredible strength advantage. The bruiser approaches with malicious intent, displaying a no nonsense disposition, as he looks to stay on the attack and not allow the Siren to use any of her trickery. With his fists in a combat ready position, Brooks lunges forward - Taylor exploits the opening presented to her, bypassing her gigantic opponent. The tables turn and Justin finds himself the one trapped in the corner, as the challenger quickly begins unloading on him, opening up her offense with a series of kicks to the leg. Her educated feet instruct the Monster of the Bay in the lessons of pain and torture, before she tattoos her fist on the ruffians chin, feeding him a large serving of a knuckle sammich. The monstrous man swallows three or four right hands before he loses his appetite, and angrily and forcefully takes Savannah around the neck with both hands. With absolute ease he suddenly hurls her over the ring cables, sending the She Wolf tumbling to the outside in an unceremonious fashion as she’s dismissed from the squared circle. Dick Morosi: He just threw her like a ragdoll, like she was nothing. Justin Brooks’ strength is just down right scary, Seth. Seth Ericson: You’d definitely never want to get caught in a dark alley with him, that’s for sure. I mean, have you seen his arms, Dick? I hear he bench presses PEOPLE! Dick Monster: The Monster of the Bay definitely has a gym membership in dismemberment, Seth. Seth Ericson: Well I’m glad I don’t go to that facility, Dick. Savannah Taylor had better switch gyms too, or she’ll be made quick work of. Taylor climbs to one knee, sporting a brief grimace as she takes a quick breath, trying to remain even keel and maintain her composure despite being physically overmatched. But she knew that; the veteran had studied tape of their first match extensively, and thus came in with a plan to tackle the champion’s power game. However, it’s true what they say - everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth. Despite that, she still had control of her faculties, and her confidence remained unwavered. This is what she wanted after all, a rematch in her backyard. She wanted a fight, and she was getting it in the form of a two hundred and sixty seven pound animal who was contractually obligated and happy to tear her a new one. With a wide grin on his mug, Brooks invites Taylor back into the ring, just so he could throw her back out. With Chris Dawson’s count reaching six, Savannah obliges, kneeing up onto the apron, setting off a chain of events in the process. Brooks approaches his foe, prompting the challenger to take evasive measures, as she ducks through the middle and top ropes and drives her shoulder blade into the Big Bad Brooks’ breadbasket, appearing to excavate his solar plexus with her scapula. Pulling back to her initial standing position, Savannah throws a fist over the rope, blasting the stunned champion in the temple with a vicious right hook. The punch sends the larger man stumbling from the point of impact like a drunkard, his head entrenched in cobwebs, giving the former longest reigning San Diego Bay Champion the opportunity to take control of the contest. The Nevadan clutches the top rope with both hands, before leaping into the air and landing across the top ring cable. She suddenly springboards back into the air - only to be taken right out of the sky as the champion drops her with a Jumping Clothesline, turning her INSIDE OUT and sending her crashing to the canvas. Dick Morosi: Good grief! Seth Ericson: He plucked her right out of the air as if she were an airplane and he were King Kong. That was brutal! The Monster of the Bay bellows loudly, as his monstrous roar echoes throughout the arena. Fired up, and firing on all cylinders, he turns toward Savannah. With his challenger lying motionlessly, Justin quickly drops down to execute a lateral press as Chris Dawson makes the count. “ONE!” “TWO - KICKOUT!” Savannah is able to kick out before three, and then uses the momentum to roll out of the ring. Justin isn’t one to give his opponent’s a break though, and he immediately exits the ring in hot pursuit. With a complete and utter disregard for his opponent’s well being, Justin grabs her around the head before dragging the challenger to a vertical base. He takes one hand and grabs a tight hold of her wrist, before swinging his other arm and quickly filling the vacancy sign hung on Taylor’s sternum, taking her right off her feet with a vicious Short Arm Lariat. Brooks stays on the attack, as he follows that up by lifting the Nevadan up off the floor before tossing her back first into the ring apron. Afterward, Justin rolls her back inside the squared hell. As the champion begins to enter the ring, Savannah slowly climbs back to her feet, shaking her head from side to side in an effort to recuperate from the debilitating attacks she just endured. Having recovered as much as she can given her current state of affairs, she makes a dash for the nearby ropes, quickly bouncing off of them and building up a head of steam as she charges at her massive target. Justin licks his chops, as his meal saves him the trouble of having to catch it, as he waits patiently for his prey to come at him. Once she’s within his striking range, the behemoth lets loose with a Clothesline - but gets nothing but air. The challenger ducks, avoiding having her head taken off her shoulders as she makes a run for the opposite set of ropes. Upon rebounding she dives forward, extender her feet and driving them right into the champion’s legs. The collision brings Brooks to his feet, as he crumbles like cheap Ikea furniture, having been reduced to one knee as the basement Dropkick sends a galvanic force throughout his lower foundation. The Nevadan quickly climbs to her feet, immediately taking a kickboxing stance before firing off a shoot kick right into the champion’s chest. The arena ignites in response to the blistering shot from their homegrown product, but Brooks doesn't go down. This prompts Savannah to hit him with another, as she swings her leg in a semi-circular motion, this time cracking him in the side of his cranium. The combination of kicks, the former a shoot and the latter a Roundhouse has Brooks all out of sorts, appearing like a strong wind could send him over. Sensing this, Savannah backpedals into the ropes, the flexibility of the cables proceeds to fire her forward. The momentum is then used in one last charge, as she extends her leg to smash her boot into Georgian’s face. Dick Morosi: That’ll leave a mark. That Yakuza Kick may have knocked Justin Brooks unconscious, and for the first time in this match the challenger is in firm control! Seth Ericson: Bruh… she just turned him into Ichabod Crane! His head just rolled down the lane and knocked down all ten pins. What a strike! Savannah strides into the center of the ring due to her own momentum, but quickly makes a beeline right for the sprawled International Champion. With haste she drops down to execute a lateral press, as Chris Dawson slides down to the canvas to make the count. “ONE!” “TWO - KICKOUT!” Despite the assault on his cranium, the International Champion is able to get a shoulder up. Quickly taking a hold of Justin’s arm, Savannah quickly traps his left hand behind his head whilst she wraps the same arm and head and proceeds to choke. It’s a rare submission from the challenger, but a necessary one. She knew she would have to add some new wrinkles to her game to combat the champion’s size and strength. Looking to wear Brooks down, she slaps on an Anaconda Vise. The pain, adding incentive to what could be a mortifying defeat brings Brooks back to life, and back into action. He lifts his legs up to shift his position, allowing him to pull the challenger onto her back. The pressure stretches the hold to the point that it’s broken, and once freed the larger athlete rolls away in retreat. As soon as he is up the Atlantan turns around, coming face to face with the smiling She Wolf, her confidence having grown tremendously in the last few minutes. The Nevadan lets loose with a wicked forearm that sends the vet’s saliva sputtering out his mouth and to the outside as he is revolved around allowing Taylor to apply a waistlock from the side. However, Justin is not having that as he backelbows himself to liberation. He then takes the initiative as he pivots, and turns to deliver a sickening Clothesline, sending Savannah to the canvas without the slightest bit of protest. The move brings a big response from the crowd - though they’re backing the challenger, they can’t help but cheer a big move like the one they just saw. Dick Morosi: God that was STIFF! Seth Ericson: And now she's a stiff. Get it, Dick? Did you see what I did there? I'm on a freaking roll tonight. Dick Morosi: As is Justin Brooks, who's not showing the hometown girl any mercy as he looks to continue his dominance. Brooks winds up his arm following the collision of bicep and human torso, before he reaches down to drag his opponent from the canvas to a state of full verticality, and then proceeds to trap her head in a frontal facelock. From there he takes a hold of her pink skirt before lifting her into the air for a Vertical Suplex. However, before she can be slammed into the canvas Savannah manages to counter, swinger her leg down repeatedly to blast the champion in the face. The innovative counter forces Brooks to release her, as he pulls her from the sky and sets her down safely on the canvas. With the champion somewhat flustered, Taylor uses the opportunity to her advantage as she lands a low Roundhouse Kick to the thigh, Brooks wincing from the impact. From there she quickly snatches his nearest hand and twists the arm through the wrist into a commanding lock. Afterward she steps over the arm, twisting it even more to the point that the Heavyweight’s anguish is voiced in the form of moans which are caught by the fans closest to ringside. With Justin’s appendage in a compromised position, Savannah drops down, using her posterior to sandwich the arm between her legs and the canvas. She then releases the wrist and turns to watch Brooks roll away, writhing in obvious pain. A cocksure grin manifests on her mug as she looks at her adversary drop to the outside and out of view. She quickly exits the ring and steps onto the apron, patiently waiting for the Big Bad Books to rise. The Monster of the Bay stumbles to his feet, causing the challenge to jump off the apron and jut out both legs - driving them into her rival’s face with a Missile Dropkick. Justin is sent back to the floor as Savannah lands on it with a slight thud, while the very pro-She Wolf crowd cheers. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor seems to have found a way to neutralize Justin’s strength. She worked on his arm with submissions earlier, and now she’s using her blinding quickness to further the issue. Seth Ericson: You sound surprised, Dick. What’d you expect coming from the longest reigning San Diego Bay Champion EVER! Dick Morosi: I’m not shocked that she has the ability, I’m more shocked that she’s utilizing it in this fashion. She’s wrestling a stand-up, respectable, and honorable match. No cheating, no antics, no nonsense. She’s a very savvy and dangerous competitor, but that is often overshadowed by her sense of entitlement, and her refusal to abide by the rules. Seth Ericson: She’s a baaaaad girl, Dick. That’s all. She’s not interested in being Ms. America. She just wants to be Ms. International Champion. Dick Morosi: With this sort of effort, she could very well give these Nevadans something to cheer for by night’s end. Savannah and Justin lay on the hard camera side of the ring, as both competitors lie motionless for a couple of moments before the challenger, who is already on her stomach, pushes herself to a stand. As Taylor reaches a vertical base, Brooks begins to stir as well and even crawls toward the squared circle. Just as the champion makes it to his feet and leans forward on the ring apron for support, the vindictive vixen is already on him, as she slams her interlocked hands into his upper back with a vicious Double Axe Handle. The Monster’s body shoots up out of a combination of surprise and agony as he turns to face his antagonist, only to be met with another Double Axe Handle, this time to the head. Brooks stumbles toward the south side security wall as Taylor turns around and begins walking toward the steel steps located on the outside of the Northwest corner with something devious brewing in her mind, seemingly disregarding her opponent for the moment. Brooks sees this and stops himself from stumbling, and pushes through his physical exhaustion and anguish, grinding his teeth in the process before quickly pursuing his foe. The International Champion places his left hand on Taylor’s shoulder, before abruptly spinning her around, only for the challenger to respond with a well placed Toe Kick upon facing her adversary. However, the Monster of the Bay hooks underneath the Nevadan’s foot just as it jars into his solar plexus. The Siren has her back turned to the Northwest steps, and the champion takes notice of that. On the defensive end of things, the one time San Diego Bay Champion begins raising her left boot up towards Justin’s chest to kick him, hoping to free her captured foot with a desperation Dropkick - but with no support underneath her, Brooks quickly releases her ankle with his right hand and catches her left foot before throwing his arms up with both of her ankles in his clutches. Before she even knows what happened, Taylor does a complete backflip and lands across the steel stairs. Dick Morosi: The champion just turned things around with that one right there. No matter how much punishment he endures, no matter how grim things may seem, you can never count out a competitor as determined and as cunning as the veteran, Justin Brooks. Seth Ericson: That was different, but effective. That’s all I’ll say about what just went down. Brooks quickly rolls underneath the bottom ropes and into the ring and back out again to restart Dawson’s ten count before he makes his way toward Taylor who is now on her back near the Northwest barrier, holding her abdominal region in pain. Justin wastes no time in bending down to cradle Savannah’s head, lifting her up onto her toes, while she weakly tries to sustain any potential attack from the champion by delivering a forearm to his breadbasket. She follows up with another one, and then third, as the forearm clubs seemt to be making their effect known as the Heavyweight’s midsection retreats farther and farther away from her. Justin groans, his gut now smitten with a feeling of desolation due to the damage sustained, but just when it seems Savannah is going to break her head free of his grasp, the champion quickly scores with a Snap Suplex out of nowhere! The Monster of the Bay rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself up to a stand before turning and setting his sights on Taylor once again with a grimace etched on his facial features due to the pain in his lower back now after falling on the floor. Justin bends over once more and grabs the challenger’s head with his massive frying pan like right hand, and ST’s left arm with his left hand. Brooks physically persuades her to her feet, and then spins her around so that the two of them face the steel steps which the challenger had become acquainted minutes earlier. He keeps Savannah bent over with his physical control, and then runs forward a couple of feet before releasing her, launching the Nevadan into the steel stairs which become dislodged, leaving the challenger laying on the bottom section. Dick Morosi: What a sickening impact right there. That sounded like a fender bender on a high speed freeway! Seth Ericson: Justin loved the bumper cars when he was a kid, Dick. Tossing people into ring steps takes him back to his childhood. Those were simpler times. Brooks, realizing that the ten count has reached a higher single digit number, quickly rolls into the ring underneath the North side ropes before sliding back out to once again restart the count. He doesn’t waste any time, as he quickly grabs Taylor’s head with both hands and lifts her to her feet. Upon rolling her into the ring underneath the bottom rope, he follows right behind her. The International Champion wastes no time in vying for a pinfall, flopping onto his adversary’s limp for to hook both legs. “ONE!” “TWO - KICKOUT!” Taylor shoots her shoulder up off the canvas, much to the delight of her hometown, and the chagrin of her assailant. Wondering what he needs to do to put her away, Brooks looks over at the turnbuckle. If ground offense won’t work, maybe he should go out of his element and take things to the skies. JB grabs the challenger and pulls her to a vertical base, and wraps his arm around her head to perform a modified side headlock. As the weakened Nevadan tries to wriggle free of Justin’s grip, the champion puts a stop to that as he turns inward to knee her in the gut repeatedly. Once he is certain she won’t try to escape any more, he begins to force her toward the corner he was looking at previously. The Georgian quickly lifts the dead weight, propping her on the top turnbuckle with her back facing the ring before proceeding to join her. The Big Bad Brooks climbs up to his foe’s level, and then levels her with a clubbing shot to the back of the head. From there the Heavyweight throws Savannah’s arm over his neck, before wrapping his own arm around the Nevedan’s waist. He attempts to lift her for a Back Suplex, but to no avail - the challenger just won’t give him the satisfaction. He tries once again, but once more she refuses to budge. The once time San Diego Bay Champion finally comes to, letting Justin know as she punches in in the face, which almost sends him crashing to the canvas. The fists then turn to an eye rake, as she claws and rakes his facial features, Brooks screaming in agony as the Chris Dawson remains in the dark as to what’s transpiring. Having gained the advantage through underhanded means, Savannah reaches back to apply a three quarter facelock before standing up. With the crowd cheering in anticipation for what’s about to come, she suddenly leaps back, performing a backflip before falling down to the canvas to drive the champion’s back and neck into the mat with her patented Falling Facelock Inverted DDT. Dick Morosi: SNAKE EYES! And what a fitting name, since she proved to the world just how much of a serpent she is. Seth Ericson: Oh what are you talking about now, Dick? Dick Morosi: I’m talking about how she blinded the champion with that eye rake, allowing her to score with that maneuver. Seth Ericson: If the ref didn’t see it, it didn’t happen. Haha. You know that’s how it goes in this business. And now we’re about to crown a new International Champion! Savannah gets up, drawing a huge cheer from the fans in attendance, as she gleefully stares at Justin’s unmoving body. Not giving away any time to savour the moment, the challenger quickly drops down to execute a tight lateral press as she hooks Brooks’ leg. Chris Dawson’s slides to the mat and quickly slams his hand down upon it once… then he repeats the process for a second time… then… Seth Ericson: THREE! THREE! SHE DID IT! SHE BEAT- Dick Morosi: Not so fast Seth, look! The referee’s hand is pull away from the mat at the very last second as he thrusts two of his digits into the air, signifying a two count and more importantly, a near fall. Justin had at the very last moment instinctively thrust his right arm up, causing his shoulder blade to make itself scarce off the canvas below prevented what could have potentially been a humiliating defeat. The force of Justin’s kick out throws Savannah’s body off of him as the champion allows his arm to fall back to the mat, his eyes wide, and somewhat glazed over, showing shock and perhaps fear regarding what just happened and how close he was to being usurped by the She Wolf. The Las Vegas Siren is now sitting unceremoniously on her gluteus maximus a few feet away from her foe with her face buried in her hands, aggravated, stunned and in disbelief that such an opportunity slipped by as the crowd groans at what just went down - upset at the fact that their homegrown superstar couldn’t get the job done. Rising to her feet know, Savannah takes a deep breath, realizing that this is no time to doubt herself, and that she’s just one more big move away from leaving the arena fifteen pounds heavier. Meanwhile, Justin slowly and groggily works his way up to a stumbling stance, while Taylor licks the palm of her hand. The sound of a vicious, and downright disrespectful open palm slap reverberates through the Hard Rock Hotel, shaking Justin’s resolve physically and emotionally. Savannah then grabs his arm, stepping under it to a perform an arm wrench, before scissoring it - looking for the Siren’s Song. However, Brooks doesn’t have that particular tune on his playlist, and much to the challenger’s surprise is the fact that she suddenly finds herself pushes toward the ring cables. From her exact opposite Justin also rebounds from the set of cables. At the center of the ring the duo collide. Dick Morosi: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR! Brooks cuts through her like grass, scoring with his signature move, and now it’s his to go for the pinfall victory. Justin crawls over, collapses onto Savannah’s chest, and proceeds to hook her right leg. Chris Dawson quickly and theatrically drops down and begins the count. “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR - NO KICKOUT!” Savannah jerks her leg out of Justin’s grasp, and the International Champion flops to the mat, unable to keep up his level of tenacity and energy as his adrenaline vanishes, being replaced with a feeling of disbelief. Both competitors lay unmoving on the dusty canvas, staring glassy eyed at the ceiling lights of the Hard Rock Hotel. Finally, and suddenly, Brooks gets up and beats his chest, drawing a huge cheer from the crowd in attendance - they haven’t turned against their favorite, but they also can’t help but support a wrestler the caliber of The Monster of the Bay who is leaving it all out there for their viewing pleasure. Performing a cut throat gesture with his thumb, Brooks signals that the end is indeed near as he looks down at his stirring foe. Seth Ericson: Justin has got his second wind, and that fire in his eyes that has earned him the moniker of ‘The Monster of the Bay.’ The groggy challenger slowly gets to her feet while Brooks patiently waits. Once Savannah is standing, Brooks turns around and squats down, reaching between the Nevadan’s legs and scooping her up. Knowing what the heavyweight has in store for her, Taylor squirms out of Justin’s grasp, and ends up slipping out of the hold she was in, and lands on the mat right behind him. The one time San Diego Bay Champion immediately applies a rear waistlock, and pushes Justin forward into the ropes, which he hooks to prevent Taylor from pulling him back sending her rolling away empty handed. Her momentum carries her up to a knee, as the challenger keeps her eyes trained on the incoming locomotion, as Justin charges right at her with reckless abandon. The champion lunges forward once he's within striking range but Taylor is prepared - she quickly sidesteps, and hooks his outside leg with her feet to trip him with a Drop Toe Hold. Back on her feet now, she takes Justin's legs, bends at the knees, and crosses them, strategically placing one ankle in the other leg's knee-put before turning around to give him her back, then places one of her feet into the triangle created by the champion's crossed legs. The challenger then places her adversary's free ankle under her knee-pit whilst bridging backwards to reach over and apply a chinlock. Dick Morosi: Ace of Spades! She kept the most dangerous card she had up her sleeve, and it might just pay off. Seth Ericson: This is Vegas, Dick. You've gotta know when to hold them, and when to fold them. She waited for the right time to hit, and now she's got 21! She's about to cash in! Dick Morosi: And now the pressure is all on Justin Brooks. Will he tap out? Seth Ericson: Savannah's wrenching that neck of his like her life depends on it because it does. I don't see how Brooks can hold on! The crowd ignites, as their fanfare and enthusiasm is registered by the feeling champion to the sound of one jumbled roar. Despite having Savannah and her one hundred and fifteen pound frame on his back, Brooks class his way, seemingly centimeter-by-centimeter toward the ropes, wholeheartedly refusing to tap out and give his loquacious for the satisfaction of making him submit. Savannah is emboldened by his tenacity, and continues to crank the Chinlock even tighter, as she tries to detach his head from his neck cartilage. Suddenly, Savannah's blond hair is grabbed while the other massive paw of the Monster of the Bay reaches up to deliver a blind, yet effective shot to the jawline, certainly a lucky shot in the dark, but one that lands flush nevertheless. Brooks then quickly takes his hands and moves them towards the of his for, using them like crowbars to pry the Ace of Spades off his face, successfully doing so as his Georgian mug is freed momentarily. However, Savannah won't relent; she unhooked his legs, and turns around to climb onto his back before unleashing a series of forearms to the back of his head. Dick Morosi: What a mean streak, what desperation. Savannah is doing whatever she can to win! Seth Ericson: Brooks didn't want to tap out, so I guess he'd rather be knocked out. Dealer's choice! Having visibly stunned the champion, Taylor climbs to a stand, grabbing his near arm before using it to drag him to a stand. She then proceeds to strike him in the gut with a shoot kick, before wrenching his captured limb - preparing for the Siren's Song - but Brooks counters, kicking her in the gut before taking her arm and performing a wrist clutch of his own. From there he cracks her in the face with a STIFF forearm, and follows that up with a STIFF elbow to the side of the head, causing Savannah's eyes to roll to the back of her head. With the challenger visibly out of sorts, Justin pulls her forward and onto his shoulders before lifting her up for the Fireman's Carry. Seth Ericson: Here it comes! Before swinging her to his front, wrapping his arms around her torso - and with a murderous look in his eyes the International Champion drops down to a seated position...BUT SAVANNAH TAYLOR ROLLS HIM UP! SHE'S GOT HIM PINNED AND SHE CLUTCHES BOTH LEGS FOR LEVERAG "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
*DING! DING! DING!*"Engel" quickly blares across the sound system as the bell chimes thrice, signaling the finality of the highly competitive International Title bout. David Zinkus: Here is your winner and NEW EXODUS International Champion... SAVAAAAAAAAAAAAAANAHHHHH TAAAAAAAAAYLORRRRRRR! WINNER (and NEW International Champion): SAVANNAH TAYLORSavannah gets the belt handed to her from Chris Dawson, and she takes a moment to just look at it, focusing on little else while the crowd gives a favorable reaction to the hometown hero. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor responded! It was her last chance at this, and she came through in the clutch! Now she's finally sitting at the pinnacle of her goal, and it's the International Title! Seth Ericson: I'm sure quite a lot of people will be skipping town to avoid sleeping with the fishes, cause nobody in this arena bet against the champion, and now they're all out of luck. Dick Morosi: While Taylor's luck continues to grow. Let's head backstage.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 27, 2015 12:12:45 GMT -6
Backstage, in front of the stylish "Battle Without Honor and Humanity" logo banner, stands Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time- Before he can continue, a suited arm reaches in, pulls the microphone out of Tom's hands, and lightly pushes him off screen to the left. And from the right...Jimmy Riley, the "Voice of the Ace." A mixed reaction from the arena audience greets his appearance on screen, one which he acknowledges with a nod and an adjustment of his crimson red tie. As they calm down, he begins speaking. Jimmy Riley: The night has finally arrived! As we speak...well, as I speak...technicians are hard at work turning the normal wrestling ring you've been watching all night into the deadly squared circle that EXODUS refused to sanction! In mere minutes, in that ring of death and destruction, Mara Collins and her sister-in-law, The Ace of EXODUS, The Stardust Seraph, Fiona Collins, will meet...and will settle things the way this family handles their business. For years, Jonathan Collins ended his rivalries in the ring; weapons, barbed wire, tables, fire, everything under the sun wouldn't be enough to put his hatred to rest. It's something that hasn't merely run in his blood; blood that's run all over this world, it's been adopted through training. Through relationships. ...Through marriage. Because tonight, Jonathan Collins' wife, and his sister, will settle their score the exact same way that he did! They'll get in that ring, the one surrounded- Jimmy cuts himself off, and begins walking, the camera following him as he approaches the entrance tunnel that goes out to the stage. It stops, its limit reached as he continues walking, and after a moment, he's back on screen, walking out on the stage to no music as another round of a mixed reaction greets him. The camera awaiting him on the stage moves around him, revealing for the first time to the iPPV crowd (albeit from afar) the barbed wire surroundings that await its inhabitants for tonight. Jimmy Riley: Surrounded by pure, sharp, barbed wire! That ring, right there! EXODUS fans, both here in Las Vegas, Sin City, and watching around the world, behold! Because you are about to witness, hands down, the bloodiest, the most violent, the most disgusting match in the history of this promotion, and perhaps professional wrestling itself! EXODUS has given you War Games. It gave you not one, but now two Chairshot Survival Matches! One previous barbed wire match, TLC matches, Iron Man matches, but EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE was given to you! This? This match? Michelle Collins, Nicholas Gray, Jonathan Collins himself; they have REFUSED to sanction this match! These two women are going to rip each other to shreds, and the liability is on THEM! On Fiona Collins and mara! And at the end of the night, only one can stand, and I will guarantee that it's going to be THE ACE. The ACE OF EXODUS. And then there's only one target in our path; the EXODUS World Heavyweight Championship. Las Vegas. America. Japan. WORLD. Prepare yourselves. The Takeover begins now. As soon as Jimmy's introduction finishes up, the EXOScreen comes to life, looking like a huge slot machine. The graphics on the screen spin, all before they stop on spades modified to look like Fiona's tradmark Soul Reaper logo, the sign of the Stardust Seraph. Above and below the row of her symbols is one simple word. ACE "The Takeover" by Jay-Z starts to play and as purple and white lights flicker around the stage, only one spotlight remains on stage, simple enough for the biggest star in EXODUS. Wearing light up shades, along with a navy variation of the ACE hoodie she wore to EXODUS Kingdom 2, along with the same "I AM THE GREATEST" snapback hat, the crowd gives a mostly positive reaction for Fiona Collins, only a few boos scattered through the crowd. Pounding fists with Jimmy Riley, she slowly starts to make her way down the aisle, still slapping a few hands. Finding one of the little fans still cheering for her, she stops and gives the girl her shades before she goes back up and climbs into the ring before she points up to the sky and drops her arm, kicking off the slot machine again. As she does that, she starts to do a flip to do her trademark landing as the slot machine once again lands on the same symbols again and shows a "win", money dropping from the sky as she looks out to the crowd and smirks as she starts to shake off her entrance gear as she waits. Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins has proven to be just like her entrance, Seth. She's absolutely money. Seth Ericson: She's going to have to be money, because nobody's managed to get under her skin quite like her opponent, who's about to arrive! The entire arena blacks out and then... The opening notes of a new song begin to play as it seems two faceless female dancers continue to slowly move and twirl along poles on each side of the entrance stage. She's sticking needles in her skin I turn with an ugly grin Her canvas doesn't leave a lot, to fantasy But her peace of mind, can't stay inside the lines It's so, confusing, the methods that she's using She knows she shouldn't leave a mark, that I can see Will she ever find one million of a kind? It's cold and lonely but that's because she told me Lost inside her dirty world No one hurts this pretty girl but her... "Killpop" by Slipknot continues to play and a pure white kabuki mask is the only thing that can be seen on stage on the dimly lit stage as the crowd gives a divided reaction for the woman in a dark and elegant robe stands there with her face hidden behind this mask. The moment Corey Taylor's vocals go from singing to abrasive screaming, the lights blacken from normal stage lights to black lights as the revealed stage has things written all around like "KILL" and "REACH FOR THE DEAD", along with her mask being revealed to have the word "MOTHER" written on the mouth area as she begins to walk to the ring with purpose. Oh, she's beautiful A little better than a man deserves You are not insane Please tell me she won't change David Zinkus: FROM ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA....SHE IS THE ENTITY....THE ALLMOTHER....MARA!!!!! The woman now known as The Allmother continues to walk down the aisle, responding to some fans as she looks around and nods slowly before she walks around ring slowly, gently caressing each ring post as each one of them has a black lantern light up at the top of the post before she starts to climb the steps with extra elevation to get her past the barbed wire. She slowly disrobes as the lights come back on, and underneath, it looks like mara has already started to bleed from her chest, namely her heart area as the words "LOVE ME" are written on her top as she slowly begins to sit with her legs folded. Dick Morosi: This is a match so brutal and violent, Michelle Collins wouldn't sanction it. Folks, there are no ropes, and this is either a help or hinderance to both competitors. Fiona Collins is no stranger to using the ropes to set up the Shinigami, but with nothing that can help her in that style, one is going to have to wonder how she can pull this off. Seth Ericson: It's taken a special kind of person to get under her skin and bring her to matches of this kind of danger, and for the first time since Christum Furor, she's getting that violent. Let's see what's next. The two meet at the center of the ring, mara finally standing up as she looks at Fiona with a dainty smile. Fiona starts talking to her, reminding mara that this is indeed her ring, and mara nods simply, before she grabs Fiona by the back of her hair, kissing her! A stunned Fiona doesn't know what to think, but mara quickly starts to throw Fiona toward the barbed wire, but Fiona halts her momentum, waiting for mara to charge toward her, only for her to try to get The Allmother tangled in it herself! The two start to brawl as they get dangerously close to the wire, Fiona kicking mara's knee before she tries to bury The Entity's face into the wire. Fiona looks irate for all the torture and everything that mara has put her through, and it's a vicious side to her that she's never revealed before. Backing mara away with a vicious elbow to the jaw, mara staggers back before Fiona spears her down and starts hammering her with fists, before starting to roll mara over and looking for a crossface submission. Before Fiona can cinch it in, mara rolls over into a pinning combination, bridging! One! TWO! THR--kickout! mara rolls to her feet and Fiona comes charging in with a wicked kick to the ribs, all before she grabs mara and tosses her into the wire, starting to kick mara in the back of her head to make sure that she's firmly stuck in the wire. Fiona backs away before she leaps up and nails a mushroom stomp on mara's back, all before she grabs her sister in law by the hair and rips her off of the barbed wire, mara already starting to bleed. Dick Morosi: AND THAT IS VIOLENCE! mara is already bleeding and Fiona is sitting pretty here. Seth Ericson: Fiona Collins is going out of her way to assert her dominance in this company, and she's doing it by making sure mara feels every bit of the pain. Fiona lifts up mara and as she tries to lift her up, mara rolls her into a small package before getting to her own feet and lifting up Fiona...SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER! mara gets up...SENTON! She gets up and lifts up Fiona...STUN GUN ONTO THE BARBED WIRE! Mara starts to sneer, the blood pouring from her face before she takes it off her face and pants her body with it like war paint before lifting Fiona up off the barbed wire and dropping her onto the barbed wire, cuts clearly noticed on Fiona's arms and shoulders. mara pulls her away now and grabs Fiona...SHE WANTS REVENGE ONTO THE BARBED WIRE! THAT RANHEI TAKEDOWN, AND FIONA IS LAID OUT ON THE BARBED WIRE! mara lets out a scream of rage before she pulls Fiona out of the barbed wire and tries to hook the leg for the pin. ONE... TWO! ...KICKOUT! mara sighs and starts to put in a side headlock, starting to slowly get Fiona back to her feet before she whips her to the corner, Fiona wincing in pain with no turnbuckles to help pad her stop. Hitting only metal, Fiona falls to her ass, sitting in what should be the corner before mara charges in, hitting a huge cannonball before rolling off Fiona and cackling, laughing the entire time while she starts to slowly get up before she slowly starts to lock Fiona into a full nelson, dragging her over toward the barbed wire. She lifts her...DANSE MACABRE! SHE SACRIFICES HERSELF TO BURY FIONA'S FACE INTO THE BARBED WIRE WITH THE DANSE MACABRE, AND MARA IS ROLLING AROUND IN PAIN! She tries to capitalize and go for the cover, but Fiona starts to roll away and get to her feet...SHINING WIZARD TO MARA! She lifts up The Allmother...SOUL CALIBER! mara begins to stumble around and Fiona catches her with a huge rolling elbow! There's the heart punch...DROPSAULT! mara hits the canvas and Fiona with a standing shooting star! She quickly tries to wrap up mara in The Undertow, but mara hits a monkey flip to send her over and as Fiona gets to her feet, mara kips up...AND SHE HITS FIONA WITH A SHINIGAMI! mara quickly rolls over and grabs Fiona looking to apply the Reach for the Dead, but Fiona starts fighting her off, starting to hammer her all before she pushes mara away. mara stumbles back and charges toward Fiona before Fiona spins around her, grabs mara into a full nelson...DANSE MACABRE! SHE STEALS MARA'S FINISHER! Dick Morosi: Is there no lengths these two women will go to just to sate their violence?! Seth Ericson: Fiona has gone to dark places before to protect her family and EXODUS Pro, this is just another one of those times! Fiona and mara remain on the mat, beaten up and bruised as the referee starts to administer the 10 count! 1...2... 3...4... 5...6... 7... 8... Fiona starts to get up to her feet slowly. 9... 1---------MARA BARELY GETS TO A KNEE, BUT SHE'S UP! She starts to crank her neck, looking like she's prepared for the violence, and the two charge at one another, pummeling one another with fists as they ramp up the violence to pick up the needed victory. mara whips Fiona to the corner, and Fiona runs in at full speed before sliding and putting her foot up to stop herself, mara charging in. Fiona pushes off the corner with her foot, rolling back and catching mara with her ankles, starting to use her hands to get momentum to spin her around and around before she gets mara taken over with a hurricanrana into the ringpost, opening up the gash mara has just a little more! Fiona starts to dropkick her, and mara is caught up in the barbed wire! Dick Morosi: I don't like the look Fiona's got right now... Fiona starts to pull away at some of the barbed wire, pulling it toward the middle of the ring as she tries to keep mara wrapped up in it. After a moment, Fiona grabs mara's arms and preps her...UNDERTOW! FIONA HAS WRAPPED UP MARA IN THE UNDERTOW AND BARBED WIRE AND MARA IS SCREAMING! She's screaming and Mara is just wrenching tighter....AND MARA TAPS! MARA TAPS OUT TO THE UNDERTOW! "Only" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, and Fiona lets the move go, referees using wire cutters to start getting mara untangled from the barbed wire. David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.......FIONAAAAAAAAAAAAA COLLINSSSSSSS! WINNER: Fiona CollinsDick Morosi: Seth, say what you will about her, for better or for worse! Tonight, Fiona Collins proved she's still the gold standard in EXODUS, that she is The Ace! Seth Ericson: Those two took brutality to a whole new level, and Fiona proved to the world why she's not only the best, but a collision course with our World Champion is long overdue. The music continues to play and mara and Fiona look at one another, mara smiling a little, laughing almost bittersweetly. Fiona looks her over before mara gets up and looks at her, pursing her lips for a moment. mara comes over and approaches her, the two of them having a small glance before mara puts a hand on her shoulder, the two sharing a hug. Without hesitation, mara raises Fiona's hand in victory, and as the refs start clearing the barbed wire out, the two begin to leave the ring so they can give the crew time to prepare for this next match. In the meantime, the live feed switches to a CCTV feed of the backstage corridors. The first image is an empty corridor, occupied by a water cooler. The second, two technicians, quickly pushing a flightcase down the corridor. The third image, a barren staircase. The feed switches to the fourth image. As we move onto it, it catches a man exiting one of the rear offices. The name on the door is obscured by the figure, his back to the camera. He turns, and we can see he's dressed in a smart if not... outdated fashion, shirt, waistcoat and slacks under a trenchcoat, with a low tilted fedora. He has a bundle of files under his arm, names unreadable under the low quality footage. He stops in his tracks, and looks straight up at the CCTV camera. It's immediately apparent that this is everybody's favourite Apocalyptic Private Eye, Cthulhu Jones. Staring into the camera, he suddenly smiles, ever so slightly, exposing his prominent canines as he does so. The image suddenly changes to one of another vacant corridor, before the feed cuts to static, before crossfading back to Seth and Dick at ringside. Dick Morosi: Sorry, I have no idea what happened there, but was that Cthulhu Jones? Seth Ericson: That was definitely Cthulhu Jones. But what I want to know is who was he seeing? That was a big stack of files under his arm. And if those are Cthulhu Jones' legendary personnel files... anything could have been in there. Dick Morosi: It was someone important enough to have an office, that's all I know. One of the bosses. Let's head to ringside for our International Championship match!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 27, 2015 12:10:03 GMT -6
We cut backstage to a seemingly dark corner of the arena. With no one around, the lights flicker on and off, and then we see who is really there. The mysterious Allmother arrives, looking around as she sighs. mara: I got it taken care of. Considering the time constraints we're under, I was only able to purge one of them. The other two? I think one of them is just naturally this dark and the other has something that's helping her resist. I got nothing as far as that goes. I've done everything you've asked of me, just...I need this to be over. I need to see my family again. I've put them through enough. We really should thank the little ring kid though, his skills have been invaluable to finish this. Let's just thank him. On that, mara leaves a black lantern that looks like the glass has been smoked up and clouded beyond the point of being able to be seen inside, all as we watch her walk off. Suddenly, a lone saxophone starts to play, a soft jazz sting, low and quiet. The camera quickly pans, looking to find it's source... but there's nobody there. And on that, we're back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Seth, that's...that's the cue for Cthulhu Jones. He's nowhere to be found though, what do you make of this? Seth Ericson: Did you see the last time we saw him? If he's not here, take it as a blessing! It got weird! Dick Morosi: It's going to get weird coming up next, Seth. It's the second ever Chairshot Survival Match in EXODUS history, and it's for the San Diego Bay Title! Ruby Tyler defends against Kevin Hardaway...and it's next! The arena immediately blacks out, the flashbulbs sparking as slience falls on the arena. After what appears to be a few minutes, although it's only seconds...the following is spoken and heard. "Ladies and gentlemen...boys and girls... DYING TIME'S HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!...." The final word statics and fades out, guitars getting higher and then... Nothing. Blackness. But the sounds of a faint voice start ringing out. "...this is...my last...serenade!" It echoes once again... And then a fierce riff from a guitar and "My Last Serenade" by Killswitch Engage as the lights come back on and standing at the entrance ramp is the challenger, The Family's First Son, Kevin Hardaway, dressed like he's been stranded for 20 years in the desert. A torn and battered leather jacket with a long sleeve shirt underneath, also looking like it's been worn for decades...and covering Hardaway's mouth is a caged guard of some sort, made out of the rustiest metal. The camera focuses on him as he pulls his head slowly up, looking at the ring, not even paying attention to the cameraman looking on at him in absolute horror. Hardaway's face is that of readiness yet weariness. His eyes look bloodshot and faded, but he's still ready for what lies ahead. He walks to the ring, still focused on the ring as the lights flash white and red to the screaming beats of the music, as he knees himself up to the apron and leans his face on the middle ring rope, looking down at the blood and sweaty stained mat in front of him, one that lies ahead to even more wear and tear in the coming minutes as he jerks away from the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle, throwing off his jacket and going behind his head to remove the mask that covers his face, the chorus booming like a firecracker. It may be melodic, but the force behind it is in shambles. Hardaway gets down and sits down, resting his head on the bottom turnbuckle, looking at the entrance ramp...waiting for his opponent...his lost love to come down to that ring. A hush falls over the crowd as “Gimme Shelter” by Paul Brady and the Forest Rangers starts to play. As the lyrics begin, out walks Ruby Tyler in a long black trenchcoat, open to show the San Diego Bay title belt around her waist. Instead of her usual ring gear, Ruby is dressed head to toe in black - tank top, tight fitting pants, and boots. Her hair is pulled back into a bun at the back of her head and instead of her customary bow and quiver, on her back Ruby carries a sheathed katana. On her hips are leather holsters, each with a pearl-handled pistol inside. About halfway down the ramp, Ruby stops and pulls the blade from its sheath, holding it at arm’s length in front of her as she stares at Hardaway waiting for her in the ring. She swings the katana down to her side as she continues her walk to the ring, looking ready to take Hardaway’s head off. Though the fans are cheering for her, Ruby only barely acknowledges them. Her entire focus is on the man she’s come here tonight to destroy, once and for all. As she ascends the stairs, Ruby sheaths the katana once more and hands her entrance gears off to one of the stagehands, unbuckling the belt and holding it up above her head to the raucous approval of the crowd. She turns toward Hardaway and blows him a kiss, mouthing ‘thank you’ as she hands the belt off to the referee and goes to the corner opposite Hardaway, staring him down as the song begins to fade out. It’s just a shot away… It’s just a kiss away… David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Chairshot Survival Match and it is for the San Diego Bay Championship! The winner must strike their opponent with a chair and they must not be able to answer a ten count! As the bell rings, Zinkus gets out of the ring and far out of harm’s way. Ruby and Hardaway approach one another in the ring, stopping with mere inches between each other. Each one looks the other up and down, Ruby biting down on her lower lip as their eyes meet. Ruby grins at him and he grins back, giving her a wink. Finally, Hardaway steps back and turns toward the audience, gesturing for a microphone. Kevin Hardaway: Is this Chairshot Survival or what? Someone give me a goddamn chair! As the first steel chair comes flying into the ring, Hardaway wisely rolls out and stands off to the side, laughing as more and more chairs are thrown at them. Ruby ducks down and lays flat, covering her head with her hands as the pile of chairs grows larger and the cheers from the bloodthirsty crowd get louder and more raucous. The referee calls for an end to the chair throwing, but the crowd appears not to hear him as they continue hurling chairs and other objects into the ring. Dick Morosi: Guys! Come on! We have a match to get to! Seth Ericson: It seems the fans here in Las Vegas are even more determined to bury Ruby than Kevin Hardaway is! At long last, the crowd seems to have run out of chairs and the attention returns to the ring, where Hardaway is leaning against the barricade with his arms over his chest, watching the ring for any signs of life from Ruby. The pile of chairs has buried her completely and there appears to be no movement from underneath. The referee pulls some of the chairs out with help from the ringside staff, all while Hardaway yells at him to begin the count. ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… All of a sudden, Ruby pops up with a chair in hand and flings it over the ropes at Hardaway’s head, charging angrily toward him. She climbs on the bottom rope and leans over, screaming at him until he moves forward, hauling himself up onto the apron in an attempt to force her off the ropes. They grab each other, exchanging blows to the head until Hardaway changes tactics and elbows her in the chest, knocking her down onto the chairs. She winces in pain and ducks a chairshot from Hardaway, who simply readjusts his grip and goes to bring it down on her face. But Ruby meets him with a chair of her own, the clash of metal resounding through the arena. The shock of the blow gives her enough time to get back to her feet, chair in one hand as she beckons him toward her with the other. Hardaway seems more than happy to oblige her, running at her and connecting with a spear that sends them both flying into the mat. The two of them start brawling, rolling around on the mat throwing punches at one another, until Ruby gets him on his back and takes a chair from the floor, driving the top of it into his throat. But Hardaway gets his hands on the chair as well and uses it to throw Ruby off of him and into the ring post. While she sits there dazed, Hardaway rolls out of the ring and goes underneath in search of something. He pulls a fistful of thumbtacks out and shows them to the announce table before pocketing them with a gleeful smile on his face. He turns to get back in the ring and is met by Ruby diving through the first and second ropes, sending them both to the ground. She is the first one to get to her feet and she hauls Hardaway up with her, slamming his head into the apron. Seeing her discarded entrance gear, Ruby takes her sheathed katana and brings it down hard on Hardaway’s back. He roars in pain and whips around, snatching her by the throat and throwing her into the ring. She rolls into a defensive stance and bends to pick up the fallen blade, but before she can reach it Hardaway grabs her by the throat again and forces her backwards into the nearest ring post, ignoring her clawing at his hand in a desperate attempt to free herself. With his thumb pressing against her chin, he forces her mouth open and reaches into his pocket for the tacks. He shoves them into her mouth and pulls her in close for a passionate kiss, much to the confusion of the crowd, who react in horror as Hardaway releases her and backs up to deliver a vicious superkick right to Ruby’s mouth. Her eyes go wide and she brings a hand to her mouth, retching as she tries to avoid inhaling the tacks. Leaning over the side of the ring, Ruby spits them out, leaving the canvas spattered with blood. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and laughs, grinning at Hardaway to show her cut up lips and bloodstained teeth. He smiles back at her even as she stalks toward him, picking up her fallen weapon on the way. Ruby swings it at him as if it’s a baseball bat, catching him in the midsection. She hits him again in the shoulder, and a third time on in the head, as if she was trying to cleave his skull in two. She then tosses the katana away, dropping Hardaway onto his back with a leg sweep. Ruby plants a knee in his chest to keep him down and reaches over for a chair, dragging it underneath Hardaway’s head like a pillow. Looking down at him, she cradles his head in her hands and steals a kiss of her own, leaving her blood smeared all over his mouth as she pulls back. She lifts his head and smashes it into the chair on the mat over and over again, not getting up until it seems that Hardaway has been knocked out. For good measure, she gives him a swift kick in the temple, standing over him as the ref begins the count. ONE… TWO… THREE… AND HARDAWAY GETS UP! Taking advantage of Ruby’s distraction, he grabs her by the ankle and knocks her off balance, sending her to the mat beside him. It appears to be Hardaway’s turn for retribution, as he kicks her in the ribs and brings a chair down viciously her chest and neck. She coughs and splutters, rolling onto her side and grabbing for the bottom rope as she tries to catch her breath. Meanwhile, Hardaway sets up two chairs in the center of the ring, taking care to put them just the right distance apart from one another. Ruby comes charging at him, but Hardaway has seen the movement and catches her easily, lifting her up for The End of Heartache! He lands her perfectly on the chairs and leaves her dazed, kneeling beside her as the referee begins the count. ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEV- -And Ruby pushes herself up! Kevin Hardaway clearly can’t believe this is happening and he gestures wildly to the ref, indicating that he thought the count was too slow! Ruby shakes her head and tries to get up, unsteady after the dizzying drop from Hardaway. He goes to the outside of the ring, this time bringing a table back with him. This he sets up near the chairs, then comes back to Ruby, who is still trying to recover from the massive blow. With surprising tenderness, he picks her up as though he’s carrying a bride over the threshold and lays her down on the table. She struggles to get up, but is stopped once more by Hardaway, who puts a chair over her stomach and lands on top of her with an elbow drop, putting Ruby through the table! As Hardaway stands up, the referee begins the count again! ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… Ruby twists to the side and kicks at Hardaway’s knee, following it with a blow from the chair that had been laid on top of her to knock him down. She stands up, breathing heavily and swearing at Hardaway. This time, she’s the one leaving Hardaway in the ring as she goes beneath the ring, coming out armed with zip ties and brass knuckles. These she slips into her pockets as she comes back to the ring, just in time to be met by Hardaway going for another punch. This time though, Ruby ducks down and drives her elbow straight into his gut, knocking him back toward one of the chairs he’d so kindly set up for her. Seeing this, she grins and pushes him down into the chair, straddling his lap with one swift motion. She kisses him forcefully, her tongue slipping into his mouth as she reaches for his hands. His hips arch up into hers and she grinds against him, pressing her body flush to his. She uses the zip ties to bind his hands to the chair and pulls away as he begins to struggle against his bonds. Ruby sits back, taking a moment to admire her handiwork as she slips a set of brass knuckles onto one hand. With the other on the center of his chest, she goes to work, hitting him with a series of jabs and punches to the midsection, taking care to hit over the vicious weed whacker scar several times. She changes tack and swings for his head, but he ducks and she catches him on the brow instead of the cheek as she’d intended, cutting him through the eyebrow. With blood pouring over his face, Ruby pats him on the cheek and gets up off of him, bringing a chair down on the back of his head. Only then does she rip the zip ties off, letting him fall to the canvas. ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… HARDAWAY GETS UP! The First Son of the Family gets to his knees, heedless of his injuries, and Ruby screams in frustration. She kicks him in the chest, jumping on top of him and going in to turn Hardaway into her personal punching bag. The two are scratching and clawing at one another, trading headbutts and blows and doing everything in their power to beat the other one into submission. Finally, Ruby gets her feet under her and pushes upward, forcing Hardaway into the ring post. She turns him over and drapes his arms and head through the ropes, dropping out of the ring to secure his hands once again, this time to the ring post. With his head exposed, Ruby takes a chair in hand and starts beating him over the back of the head with it, punctuating every blow with a shout. Ruby Tyler: YOU! STUPID! SON! OF! A! BITCH! JUST! FUCKING! DIE! ALREADY! Tossing the chair back into the ring, Ruby hops up on the apron and drives her knee into Hardaway’s face before releasing him and letting him drop back down to the mat. She climbs over the ropes and takes him by his ankles, dragging him into the center of the ring. With a final sneer, she hits him over the head with the chair one last time and pushes him onto his back, sitting down next to him as the referee begins the count. ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN…! The bell rings and Ruby bends down, her lips tenderly brushing Hardaway’s bruised and battered forehead. She whispers something to him and then stands up, raising a tired arm in victory. David Zinkus: Your winner… and still San Diego Bay Champion… RUBYYYYYYYY TYLERRRRRRR! WINNER (and STILL San Diego Bay Champion): Ruby TylerSeth Ericson: What… did we just watch? Dick Morosi: A match of the year candidate if you ask me, Seth! Seth Ericson: Uh… yeah… hey, let’s see what Tom Matheny’s doing backstage. TOM! We come back to an extremely uncomfortable looking Tom Matheny, who seems uncertain if he’s turned on or terrified. Probably both, because Tom is a weird little bastard. He looks around uncertainly. Tom Matheny: Well...hello everyone! I don’t really know what to say after what we’ve just seen and, quite frankly, I don’t know how to fill time here… He looks off-camera and, noticing something, waves the camera to follow him as he takes off down the hall. Tom Matheny: Hey! Hang on a second! The person he’s shouting at stops in their tracks and, as the camera finally gets to where Tom now stands next to him, the person is revealed to be (R)Evolution Wrestling wrestler, Anderson Cobalt. He gives a little wave to the camera, as Tom looks relieved to have found SOMEONE to talk to. Tom Matheny: Cobalt! Hello! Anderson Cobalt: Hi Tom, you’re looking...awkward. Well, awkwarder. Tom Matheny: ...yeah, did you see that match? Anderson Cobalt: No, sorry. Heard the crowd sounds though. They sound very...odd. Tom Matheny: Disgust boners. Anderson Cobalt: ….what? Tom Matheny: ….moving on! Cobalt briefly looks at the camera before looking back at him. Tom Matheny: So how are you doing, Anderson? It’s been a week since you, uh…. Anderson Cobalt: Righted the balance? Tom Matheny: That’s a strange way of putting it. Anderson Cobalt: Is it? The way I see it, when that bitch took a pipe to my girlfriend’s knee, she fucked with the balance of the world. So I righted it. Tom nods, perhaps a bit uncertain looking. Tom Matheny: Okay, but was it perhaps too far? We still have no update on Yukiko, but it can’t be good… Anderson Cobalt: I did exactly what was needed to right things. So, no. Tom Matheny: If you say so. So, why are you wandering around backstage? Trying to find your girlfriend? Cobalt shakes his head. Anderson Cobalt: No, no. She’s up in the production booth with Ginny. He looks at the camera again and flashes a smile and a wink meant for her before looking back. Anderson Cobalt: I’m here because… He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter. He unfurls it, and holds it up for Tom to see. Anderson Cobalt: This is an invitation to meet someone backstage, “for the betterment of this company.” Tom Matheny: ...that’s odd. Anderson Cobalt: Right? So I’ve just been walking around here, trying to find them. Tom Matheny: Not signed? Anderson Cobalt: Nope. No idea who sent it… ??: That would be me. Both Cobalt and Tom’s expression become confused at this unknown voice, Cobalt turning around to face the source of it...and is immediately struck on the head with a steel chair. Cobalt stumbles, falling to one knee, and the chair slams into his head again. He collapses backwards onto his behind, and the source of this steps into view, we can now see a female holding the chair. She raises it above her head and brings it down onto Cobalt’s head a third time, sending Cobalt onto his back, looking truly out of it. She drops the chair next to his head and takes a step back, seemingly done. But a smile comes to her face suddenly and she reaches down, grabbing Cobalt and flipping him face down onto the chair. She stands. Looks down at him. Grins. And curbstomps Cobalt’s face into the chair. Cobalt goes limp, and the camera can see some blood begin to pool on the chair. The woman turns to face the camera, a smile on her face. She gives a small bow, very proper considering the violence she just committed. ??: Jolyne Dysart. I bear a message. She pauses, for dramatic effect, allowing everyone to look again at Cobalt, still not moving. Jolyne Dysart: Any dangers to this company will be swiftly dealt with, with no remorse. She then looks down at Cobalt, a sneer coming onto her face, in contrast to the polite bow from earlier. Jolyne Dysart: THAT is how you right the scales. She then turns on her heel and walks away, leaving Cobalt lying facedown in his blood. Tom now rushes down, trying to check on him while signalling for someone to get Dr. Kuller. On this sight, we fade away…
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“You Disappoint Me Brother” A fast-paced piano begins to play as "Death Disco" by SEKAI NO OWARI kicks in, the lights beginning to flash yellow and red as slowly two figures begin to walk out onto the stage, heads bowed. One is dressed in t-shirt and jeans, hands in her pockets. The other is dressed in a shiny, sleeveless black coat, shards of yellow covering it haphazardly. SHOZO looks up, facing the booing crowd, a smile coming to his face as the lyrics begin. "Whatever rules God has decided, they mean nothing to you That's how it SHOULD be, but for some reason You believe in something, you believe in a way of thinking I don't know who taught you, but you definitely believe them without question You believe that, "There's inherent value in life" You believe that, "It's not okay to kill someone" But why? "Well, that's because..." Just what is it that you believe in!? Question it!" At the shout he begins to walk down the ramp. Kiriko follows behind a few paces, hands stuffed in her pockets, not looking up, trailing behind. “Question it!” SHOZO reaches the end of the ramp and immediately grabs the ropes and pulls himself onto the apron, immediately entering the ring, Kiriko walking around the ring and sitting down against the barricade. “Question it!” SHOZO walks to the center of the ring, coming to stand before the booing crowd. SHOZO simply unzips his coat and allows it to fall to the mat. And then, to all those watching him, he shouts out along with the song. QUESTION IT! And at that he retreats to a corner, waiting... The lights in the arena start to dim as blue and white lights start to flash around the arena while the opening riffs and notes of "Fading Away" by Demon Hunter begin to play before we cut to the EXOScreen! It's in this wake that I find myself Losing the will to resume this Hell When every breath is a dying wish It's harder to follow the point of this
This broken place that I call my home Has deepened the sorrow that I have sown And I can't erase what is in my heart I want it to finish before it starts
My own solution insufficient again No false illusion, this devouring threat I break the vessel, giving air to its red
And open my fate to the darkened sky... The crowd is treated to a montage of flashbacks, each and every shot showing the growth and evolution of a boy who started as "The Messenger of God" for Ryuji Kamigawa. It takes us through his growth as a star in (R)Evolution Wrestling, moving onto his victory in the Top of the Class tournament, culminating with him holding the Pacific Coast Title! And then... I've been fading away I've been waiting on the call to reach my veins Ready or not No attention to waste Every sorrow of the soul will read my name When I cease to exist! As the chorus starts, the crowd begins to erupt as standing at the entrance way in Blue Lantern inspired gear, complete with sleeveless top and long tights, is Pacific Coast Champion Shinji Uchikawa! Shinji starts to make his way down, title around his waist, slapping hands with the fans, all before he turns his attention to the ring, seeing his former brother and friend, SHOZO. Nodding once to assure himself, Shinji sprints to the ring to slide through the ropes and climb a corner to rip the title off his waist and hold it to the sky as the crowd cheers for The Sentinel! Shinji takes a deep breath and exhales a sigh before he hops off the corner and hands the title to the referee before going to his corner, letting himself get checked for foreign objects as he almost impatiently waits for the match to start to hold onto his courage. David Zinkus: This contest will take place under Pacific Coast rules, and it is for the EXODUS Pro Wrestling Pacific Coast Championship! Victory in this contest may only be achieved by submission or knockout! And now, the participants! SHOZO looks eerily calm in his corner, staring straight across the ring. David Zinkus: First, in the corner to my left, he is the challenger. Representing the fuckboys of REVOLUTION, this is...SHOZO. The introduction is short and to the point, and all the scarier for it. The once Shozo Arino doesn’t move, but every muscle in his body is twitching and ready for combat. The jeers of the crowd don’t phase him. Nothing does. David Zinkus: And, his opponent, in the corner to my right! Ladies and gentlemen, he is the reigning, defending, EXODUS Pacific Coast Champion….THE SENTINEL...SHIIIINJIIII UCHIIKKKAAAAWWWAAAA!! Uchikawa raises the title above his head slowly, solemnly, before handing it off to the official. Shinji takes center ring, and a deep breath, as SHOZO simply waits for the sound of the bell. Dick Morosi: This, folks, is gonna be a war. I don’t see any way in which it’s anything but. *DING DING DING!*Shinji charges his former friend, his courage on display as he reaches out to lariat the leader of the REVOLUTION, but SHOZO is too quick, spinning around and CLOBBERING Uchikawa on the butt of the jaw with a vicious European uppercut! Uchikawa collapses to the mat in a heap as SHOZO laughs, and gestures to the referee. Seth Ericson: Past’s Erasure! SHOZO hit it three seconds in! The official begins his count - and only at three or four does Shinji Uchikawa begin to stir. With a shake of his head, SHOZO interrupts the count with hard stomps to the face, aiming for the nose of the Sentinel. Dick Morosi: This is going to be short and violent at the rate things are going, folks. Uchikawa reaches up and catches the boot of the REVOLUTION’s leader. It’s enough to unbalance SHOZO and buy Shinji the time to get to his knees. SHOZO charges, and Shinji buries his shoulder in SHOZO’s gut. The challenger doubles over, and Shinji rises to grab hold of SHOZO’s head, driving it down into his knee with a single knee facebuster. The only problem? SHOZO comes up smiling, even through the bruise starting to form on his cheek. Seth Ericson: That man is not human, folks. Dick Morosi: It’s worse than that. He was human, once. ONCE. Shinji reaches out and drills SHOZO in the chest with a forearm. Sweat flies, and the madman fires back with a roundhouse kick dead solid in the chest. The crowd winces as both men exchange strikes, with SHOZO mixing it up by kicking Uchikawa in the knee, and then kneeing him dead solid in the face to regain control of the contest. Seth Ericson: They are throwing with evil intent out there, ladies and gentlemen. Dick Morosi: Shinji Uchikawa is a good man. It takes a lot to push him to the edge. SHOZO has pushed him to the edge. You may have to KILL the Sentinel tonight to take the title from him. The challenger grins gleefully, pushing the off balanced Uchikawa into the ropes. When Shinji comes back, SHOZO deftly pops him up, catches him and sits out with a spinebuster, driving the air from the Sentinel’s lungs. Seth Ericson: SHOZO may just oblige him. Nothing that sick son of a bitch could do anymore would surprise me. SHOZO casually kicks at Shinji’s prone body as he backs up, leisurely measuring the Pacific Coast Champion. Uchikawa, to his credit, gets back to his knees, but realizes too late that he’s in the line of fire The challenger charges, malice written all over his face. He’s airborne before Shinji can react to DRILL him in the face with a vicious layout boot to the jaw that makes the crowd groan - they know what the move is, and that it’s one of SHOZO’s deadliest tactics. Dick Morosi: TIME HAS CHANGED! Dear Lord, SHOZO hit him on the butt of the jaw! A clean, vile shot! SHOZO slowly backs up into the corner, looking at the carnage he’s wrought with nigh-ecstatic glee. He waits for the ten count that will bring him the Pacific Coast Championship, almost disappointed that it was so easy. Seth Ericson: This may be the shortest Pacific Coast match we’ve had yet. The count is on, and SHOZO watches the seconds tick away. One. Two. Three. Four. By five, Shinji is stirring, and by six, he’s on a knee. To his feet at seven, a wobbly-legged Shinji tells Shozo to bring it the fuck on, and Shozo obliges by charging and nearly decapitating the champion with a gamengiri. Dick Morosi: SHOZO will do ANYTHING to win this match, folks. ANYTHING. Seth Ericson: I don’t know how Uchikawa’s still functional enough to stand! SHOZO ANNIHILATED him with that boot, and then the gamengiri! The rage in SHOZO bubbles up as he grabs Shinji, hooking a front facelock. Dick Morosi: This...is not good. Seth Ericson: For anyone but the REVOLUTION. Up goes Shinji Uchikawa. He tries to knee SHOZO in the head on the way up, and even gets a glancing blow, but SHOZO is too focused and too determined. He takes Shinji vertical, swinging him down into the uranage finish. Uchikawa’s body damn near BOUNCES on impact, as SHOZO pops up to his knees, awaiting his count. Dick Morosi: Your Story Never Mattered...and this is getting really tough to watch. Seth Ericson: It has to be over now. The official moves into position, and the count begins. By the time the referee hits five, groans ring out through the arena. SHOZO rises to his feet at six, and spreads his arms wide at seven. At eight, though, he feels a hand on his ankle, wrapping around it. Without thinking, he turns and stomps on the offending hand - breaking the count. That’s not what matters to SHOZO, though. What matters to him is that Shinji Uchikawa is STILL BREATHING after taking both of his best shots. Dick Morosi: Damnit, someone stop this! I hate that psychopath in the ring as much as anybody, but Shinji’s not in any position to fight anymore! Even SHOZO looks...if not impressed, a bit surprised. He picks Shinji up, and bodily forces him into the corner. Draping Uchikawa’s arms over the ropes, he goes to work with kicks, drilling hard shots into the ribs. He goes to Irish whip Uchikawa across the ring, but Shinji falls, dead-weight, halfway across the ring. The official looks at Shinji, as if considering calling the match off, but Uchikawa looks right back at the ref and utters one word, screamed from the pit of his soul. Shinji Uchikawa: NO. It’s enough to create doubt in the referee’s mind, and that doubt gives SHOZO time to cross the ring and scrape Shinji’s body up off the canvas. Looking into his foe’s eyes, SHOZO’s mercy well is dry. Uchikawa, though, isn’t done. He grabs hold of the head of the challenger and drops to the seat of his tights, jacking the jaw of SHOZO in the process. Seth Ericson: Soul Calibur! Shinji got in a quick move, and I think he’s bloodied the mouth of the challenger with it! Indeed, a thin trickle of blood begins to leak from SHOZO’s mouth - whether it’s a broken tooth or he bit his lip or tongue is uncertain, but he’s sure as Hell not happy about it. SHOZO’s just about to do something about it when Shinji Uchikawa scoops out his legs and begins pummelling the high holy Hell out of him with vicious forearm shots to a THUNDEROUS ovation from the crowd! U-CHI-KA-WA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!*U-CHI-KA-WA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!*U-CHI-KA-WA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!*Dick Morosi: The EXODUS faithful getting behind Shinji here! The champion’s gotten a second wind, somehow, someway! SHOZO manages to push Shinji off of him, but Uchikawa is right back there, bouncing his head off the mat with another forearm! The champion picks the challenger up, and Irish whips him into the corner with as much force as he can muster. SHOZO hits the buckles back-first, HARD, and he comes tottering out of the corner. Shinji? He grits his teeth, spins around, and swings for the fences. Seth Ericson: WIDE AWAKE! Uchikawa hit the Rolling Elbow! He’s running on guts, adrenaline, and hatred of the man across the ring from him! Dick Morosi: He’s fighting for his best friend, Tom Higashikata - who SHOZO hospitalized! When you’re fighting for something bigger than yourself, miraculous things can happen! SHOZO is down, and the official begins the standing ten count. Shinji knows its not over, though, and moves to greet the REVOLUTION leader at the count of five as he sits up. Shinji Irish whips him again, this time into the ropes. As he comes back, SHOZO extends an arm, looking for the Vanished Love, but Uchikawa simply raises his leg to DRILL the challenger in the face with a step-in Yakuza kick! When SHOZO hits the mat, he spits out a mouthful of saliva that’s stained crimson as the capacity crowd roars in approval. Seth Ericson: This is Shinji’s chance! His one chance! He has to put SHOZO away now! He’s stunning SHOZO, but he needs to knock him out or tap him out while this adrenaline rush lasts! SHOZO staggers to his feet, but he doesn’t see the champion behind him. Shinji crosses the arms, even as SHOZO tries to fight it. With no arms though, he can’t, and Uchikawa pops his hips, taking the challenger up and over with a straitjacket German suplex! Dick Morosi: Statement of Intent! In a normal match, SHOZO’d be hard pressed to kick out of it, but so much of the effectiveness is in the trapped arms preventing that kickout! In a Pacific Coast Ma-- Suddenly, Dick sees it, even as Shinji begins to roll to his feet, holding the grip! The fans roar as he and SHOZO return to vertical, and Uchikawa manages to take SHOZO over with a second, landing high on the shoulders and back! Seth Ericson: ROLLING Statements of Intent! Uchikawa is pulling out all the stops, folks! And it looks like he wants one more! SHOZO is weak in Shinji’s arms as Uchikawa powers him up one more time. This time, the suplex is no bridge and all impact, SHOZO’s body folding up on itself as Shinji releases him with the third and final Straitjacket German. Dick Morosi: That’s it! Shinji’s done it! Seth Ericson: If he can stand up, that is! How much did that take out of Uchikawa? Dick Morosi: If he and SHOZO are both out, a double KO is a draw, and Shinji would retain. Not that he’d want it that way, but… The official begins the count. Shinji pumps a fist, reacting to the support of the crowd as the numbers tick away. By four, he’s on a knee. By six, he’s on his feet. By seven, SHOZO hasn’t moved a muscle. Seth Ericson: Against all odds, Shinji Uchikawa has done it! He’s come from behind to retain his championship! By eight, Seth Ericson knows he’s wrong. Because by nine, SHOZO is on his feet. He falls back down mere moments later, but he WAS up, and that’s all that matters. Dick Morosi: I...I can’t believe it! SHOZO beat the count! He took THREE Statements of Intent! Seth Ericson: And Shinji withstood both of SHOZO’s best weapons! WHat on Earth will it take for either of these gladiators to end the other? Shinji thinks he has a fairly good answer - even if he’s a little surprised at SHOZO’s ability to take three Statements of Intent. He manages to hoist the near dead weight challenger up, hooking on a pumphandle. Dick Morosi: Uchikawa’s going to end this by taking SHOZO to Heaven’s Door! Seth Ericson: No way that man’s going to Heaven, Dick. He’s going somewhere else. Somewhere much further south… Shinji lifts, and prepares to knee SHOZO in the face, but SHOZO manages to slip out the back door, sliding down behind Uchikawa before the champion can complete the move. Shinji turns around into an unfathomably stiff boot to the stomach. SHOZO is wild-eyed, anger written all over his face as he front facelocks Uchikawa and lifts him vertical, snapping him straight down to the canvas with a brainbuster that makes front row fans CRINGE. Dick Morosi: Good GOD! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a brainbuster that vile! He stuck him with it like a piledriver! Uchikawa hit perfectly vertical! Seth Ericson: It was a thing of sadistic beauty, that’s for damn sure. SHOZO doesn’t pause to admire his handiwork. He knows Uchikawa’s too good to give a moment’s respite. When he picks Shinji up, it is with precision. Doubling Shinji over, he hooks the arms, and laces his own through Uchikawa’s legs. It’s a move most in the crowd have seen in the world of wrestling before, and the memories of what SHOZO has used it for makes many in the crowd’s blood go cold. Dick Morosi: Oh please no... SHOZO lifts, and then sits out in one fluid motion to METEOR EXTINCTION the Pacific Coast Champion head-first into the mat. When Uchikawa lands, his body trembles with the force of impact. The referee looks on in horror, beginning to administer the ten count…. Seth Ericson: I feel sick... Dick Morosi: Oh my God! He’s going to do it again! STOP THE MATCH, REF! STOP THE GODDAMNED MATCH! As SHOZO loads up a second on a dead-weight and motionless Shinji Uchikawa, the official finally acts and calls for the bell. DING DING DING!WINNER (and NEW Pacific Coast Champion): SHOZOSHOZO actually throws Shinji away, dropping to his knees suddenly as the bell rings, the referee shoving past him to go to Shinji, the crowd silent at what they’ve just seen happen to their hero. SHOZO’s face is absolutely joyous, though some of that joy fades as he realizes something. No music is playing. Zinkus is not announcing his victory. SHOZO looks out, and sees Zinkus standing. But he does not have the mic to his mouth. His expression is one of anger, and he repeatedly shakes his head. One can easily assume Ginny is doing the same in the production truck. SHOZO’s eye twitches as he drops and rolls out of the ring. He walks right up to Zinkus, getting into his face. Zinkus, to his credit, only takes one step back, but does not give in to SHOZO’s unspoken demand. Nor does he give in to it when it becomes spoken, SHOZO shouting at him to do his job. Zinkus refuses. SHOZO’s eye twitches again. He shoves past Zinkus and goes to the ringside area, grabbing the PacCoast title from the attendant and walking back to Zinkus. He grabs the microphone from him, and looks right into the camera. SHOZO: Director Collins, I hope you plan on punishing your two workers who are outright refusing to do the job you pay them to do. Not announcing a CHAMPION, not playing the CHAMPION’s music? I expect punishment for them for them not doing the thing you PAY them to do. Personal bias’ aren’t suppose to come into production work, correct? How shameful of these two. He turns to Kiriko, who has finally stood up and shambled over. He thrusts the microphone at her. She just looks uninterested, but some words from SHOZO causes her to shrug before bringing the mic to her lips. Kiriko Miura: Here is your winner. And the new Pacific Coast champion. SHOZO. She then limply offers the microphone to SHOZO, who takes it, looking at Zinkus with a sneer. SHOZO: At least she bothers to do it. Maybe she should replace you. Zinkus scowls, but says nothing as SHOZO rolls back into the ring, taking a moment to enjoy the sights as Dr. Kuller has come down to check on Shinji, shining a light in his eye, some signs of stirring starting up with him. SHOZO is all grins. SHOZO: I was riiiiiiiiight. He stands up and faces the crowd, pointing down at their beaten hero. SHOZO: I saaaaaid I’d beat him. I saaaaaid I’d take his belt. I saaaaaid he wouldn’t be able to kill me and LOOK AT ME NOW! LOOK AT THIS GOLD! He thrusts the PacCoast title into the air. SHOZO: I AM YOUR PACIFIC COAST CHAMPION! I HAVE PROVEN THAT I AM FAR MORE EVOLVED THAN SHINJI EVER COULD BE! I TORE DOWN THE LAST SENTINEL, AND PROVED THAT MY EVOLUTION, MY REVOLUTION, WAS RIGHT AGAIN! I. AM. CHAMPION! A moment to catch his breath, as a strange look comes onto SHOZO’s face. SHOZO: And I know why I gained so much strength... Another moment’s pause, as if he’s not sure whether to say it, but suddenly it’s forced out. SHOZO: The anniversary of my brother’s death was just after EXODUS Kingdom 2. At ringside Kiriko can be seen suddenly tucking her head between her legs, just those words bringing back memories in the emotionless woman. SHOZO himself just looks down for a while. SHOZO: I’ve mentioned it before, in anger...but I’ve never explained. You see, Ryoma, your precious papa….he had a plan for his son. Ryusei. His bright, shining meteor. He would become a master of strong style, just like his father. He would become his legacy, a way for him to keep on living and performing long after he was dead. But my brother...my dear, strong brother...he wanted nothing to do with that. He only wanted to follow his own path. And that path took him to deathmatches. He looks outside the ring at Kiriko, who is rocking now. SHOZO: He fell in love there, among the violent, the broken lighttubes, the tacks, the barbwire. He was so happy. But Ryoma...was so angry. How dare he forsake what I want of him. How dare he be his own man, how dare he not be some way for ME to live through. How disgusting he is, fighting the woman he loves in deathmatches. He looks at the crowd, and shrugs. SHOZO: Expressing love through violence in the ring, by tearing each other’s bodies apart between the ropes...I can’t understand that concept, but it doesn't change how true that love was. But Ryoma...Ryoma would not have any of it. When he found out about the scale of it, he cut Ryusei off. He had been helping my brother and Kiriko, financially...and one day that money simply stopped. And deathmatches do not pay enough for living. So my brother did what he had to...and he borrowed from criminals. And once they realized he didn’t have the means to return the money, they...they…. One hand balls up into a fist and hits his stomach several times. SHOZO: They stabbed him! Again and again and again and again until my brother was nothing but a bleeding corpse in an alley! And I hate them...I hate them so much, if I ever found them I’d tear them apart but….I don’t hate them the most, nonoNO...there’s only one man I hate the most for this. Ryoma. He looks up at the crowd again, tears on his face, anger in his eyes. SHOZO: Your precious Papa Arino killed my brother, his son! And yet you cheered for him! Well what about now? WHERE IS YOUR CHANTS? DON’T YOU WANT TO MAKE IT RAIN?! There is only silence, and SHOZO laughs. SHOZO: Finally...you understand. Even if Shinji can’t...I told him this so long ago, and he defended Ryoma. Defended the man who killed my brother. Because he’s so blinded by everything he thinks it can be forgiven, can be pushed away! That’s the state of wrestling! This is a place where lives like Ryusei’s can be thrown away! And I won’t allow it! His eyes are starting to lose focus now, his speech picking up in level and speed. SHOZO: THAT is what the REVOLUTION isfor! So no more Ryuseis happen! And to get to that we’lldoanything! THIS WORLD IS CRUEL, AND THE ONLY WAY TO CHANGE IT IS VIOLENTLY! SO ANYWHOSTANDIN OUR WAY, ANY WHO WOULD HAVE ALLOWED RYUSEI TO DIE, THEYWILLBE EXECUTED! THAT IS THE DECLARATION OF THE REVOLUTION, OF THE PACIFIC COAST CHAMPION! His gaze suddenly drops to the title in his hand. He clutches it to him, and speaks not to a crowd...but to someone long dead. SHOZO: This title...is for you, Ryusei. I hold it for you...and I’ll change the world for you...and then I can finally die. At this, he drops the microphone and similarly drops himself, rolling out of the ring. Without a look back he walks away, up the ramp, Kiriko following behind. In the ring Shinji’s been sat up, awake enough now to hear it all. He watches SHOZO go...and perhaps in his eyes those are tears. We silently fade away, to somewhere else...
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 27, 2015 11:56:10 GMT -6
We come backstage after all the madness, and we go to Carey Caldwell preparing for his (R)Evolution World Title defense. After taping up his wrist and grabbing his title, he walks away from his dark corner to find Siobhan Mahoney waiting for him. The two trade a silent moment, Carey handing her the World Title as they start to head to the ring, Carey wearing his War Machines kutte with a sleeveless hoodie underneath. He walks with a purpose until he's stopped by something, only seen once the camera pans over to it. And that something is Daniel Lanning. Daniel Lanning: Hey there, champ. Carey Caldwell: Heavy D. Daniel Lanning: Strike didn't pay me to hit you. That's...not why I'm here. I'm here to do something I should've done when you won that thing. After a moment, Lanning and Carey eye one another before Lanning does extend a hand. Not on the attack with a fist, but for a handshake. Daniel Lanning: Booze Brothers until the bitter end, right? That's what it was? Carey Caldwell: Yeah. That's exactly what I said. Daniel Lanning: It's not personal, Carey. I needed the money, and if you knew what I've been through and what I needed, then you would understand. Carey Caldwell: That's the problem, D...I don't know. I don't know. I'm supposed to be your goddamned friend and I don't know. So you wanna come to me and talk to me about needing the money and making those hard decisions? I've made hard decisions, D. I made the hard decision to realize my mentor was a goddamn scumbag, the guy signing your checks. I made the hard decision to turn my life around because I'm tired of being an asshole to everyone in the world...except Simon Raines, he can choke on something. The two stop their intense conversation, nodding in agreement. Carey Caldwell: The hardest decision in life I ever made was deciding it was time for me to stop accepting that I had no future and starting to fight for one. And now I'm doing it for myself, for Irish, for Tommy, for anyone who actually thought I could amount to something. I'm gonna go out there tonight and keep this title and handle my business. Daniel Lanning: Good! Go out there and do it! Just know at some point...I'm gonna need a bigger paycheck, and that's the biggest check out there. Carey looks him over for a moment and nods. Carey Caldwell: Well I hope you get used to living on the budget Strike's funding...'cause you're gonna have to kill me to take this. Now if you excuse me, I got a match. Carey looks Lanning over, and Lanning once again extends his hand to Caldwell, who glares at him for a moment before slapping his hand almost reluctantly before he and Siobhan walk off, leaving Lanning to glance back at him, and we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: That was an awkward moment. Seth Ericson: Well, considering we just saw the antagonistic behavior between Carey Caldwell and Daniel Lanning...yeah. Those two used to be close friends. Dick Morosi: The issues between Carey Caldwell and The Pantheon have driven a wedge between the former Booze Brothers, but Carey can't think about it now. He's making his first defense of the RW Title when he defends against Mistress Vivi in a Title contra Career match...NEXT! Take it away, Minoru Asano and Pond, our colleagues at (R)Evolution Wrestling! A red glow lights the arena as "La rage" by Keny Arkana begins to play. The entrance fills with smoke as a figure appears in front of the curtain. La rage du peuple... La rage du peuple... La rage du peuple... La rage du peuple...As she begins to walk forward, the crowd boos Mistress Vivi, who raises both hands and gives them all the finger as she strides toward the ring in time to the driving beat. Demande à Fabe, la vie claque comme une semelle sur les pavés La rage de voir nos buts entravés, de vivre en travers, la rage gravée depuis bien loin en arrière La rage d'avoir grandi trop vite quand des adultes volent ton enfance. PARS! Imagine un mur et abolis la rage! Her black python LaCroix is draped over her shoulders like a cape and Mistress Vivi cradles the snake's head in one hand as she faces the ring, a serene smile on her lips. As she reaches the apron, Mistress Vivi hands LaCroix off to a handler and climbs into the ring, ascending the turnbuckle and lifting her eyes to the ceiling, her arms outstretched and her palms facing up. Her lips move in silent prayer, her head nodding along to the music until it fades out. The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans then looks out toward the crowd, beckoning them to boo her more as her expression grows more manic. Finally, she turns toward the entrance, watching eagerly for the arrival of the champion. The lights in the arena start to get dark again as the crowd listens to this new theme. Light gives way to darkness: comfort for the blind. Make your bed with ignorance, a fractured state of mind. A silhouette starts to stand at the entrance as Siobhan Mahoney makes her way out in her War Machines baby t-shirt and tight jeans, wearing a skeleton face mask as she holds the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Title as the drums start... Truth won't break the silence unless it's from inside, so free yourself from innocence. Illuminate the night.
Let yourself ignite... The lights on the stage all turn on in unison as "Ignite" by Heartist continues to play as Carey Caldwell stands there, hood over his head in his trademark bandana over his face! Sometimes life is gonna hurt. Sometimes there's a reason you've gotta let it burn. Leave it all behind as ashes come to life. Let the flames burn bright. Let yourself ignite. Siobhan comes over and wraps her arms around Carey's waist as he stands at the entrance, pointing his hand out toward Vivi with his fingers in a pistol before he mock shoots, sending a few plumes of smoke shooting up between him and Siobhan before he starts to make his way down the small ramp and toward the ring. Pond: He said this was a tribute to the woman he calls a sister, "The Perfect Evil" Eve, and given the similar lyrical content, you can tell they're both seeking redemption! Something to remember: wisdom holds the key. Lost inside, you soon will find what you're meant to be, so dream like an inferno, turn them into gold. Radiate the hope you've found, and never let it go. Carey continues to make his way around the ring, slapping a few hands, looking up at the ring as he climbs in after trading a fist bump with Siobhan. After she wraps the title around his waist, the couple touch foreheads for a second before Carey hops up and climbs a corner to tap his fists on the top turnbuckle before he grabs behind his back and tears off the title, holding it up as the crowd cheers and he uses his free fist to pound his chest. Hopping off the corner, he flips his head back to let the hood fall down as he starts to remove his kutte, his eyes now no longer leaving track of Vivi. On that, we go to David Zinkus. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Championship! Per the stipulation, if the challenger is to lose, she is to be terminated from (R)Evolution Wrestling! Introducing first, said challenger. From New Orleans, Louisiana...she is the Voodoo Queen...MISTRESS VIVI! The crowd jeers as she remains in the corner, a smug grin on her face while she takes it all in. David Zinkus: And her opponent...the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion... The crowd starts to get a little louder, Carey nodding while he waits. David Zinkus: Accompanied by Siobhan Mahoney, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 218 pounds...THE LAST OF HIS KIND! THE SON OF DISASTER! REPRESENTING THE NEXT GEN WAR MACHINES....CAREY CALDWELL! Carey turns around and gets to the middle turnbuckle of his corner and taps his fists on the top turnbuckle to raise his arms to the sky as the crowd erupts for him! Climbing down, he goes to the center of the ring, focused as he hands the title to the referee. Carey and Vivi meet in the center of the ring after the referee calls for the bell, with Carey not hesitating to hit Vivi first! Pond: That has to be his payback for Vivi taking a cheap shot at Siobhan Mahoney when she issued her challenge for the title! Minoru Asano: He's very good at remembering things if that's true, friend! I mean, I barely remember last night! Carey has the advantage, whipping her to the ropes, catching her on the rebound with a huge spinebuster! Carey doesn't hesitate to get up and quickly go to toss her on his shoulders, looking to put her away with the Sangre por Sangre, but Vivi wiggles out and pushes him toward the ropes, keeping a hold of him as she tries to roll him up, but he holds the ropes, sending her back! She comes charging forward again and Carey ducks and helps use her momentum to toss her over the ropes! The crowd watches and cheers as Carey starts to make his way out of the ring before he nods as he motions Siobhan to come over...but she starts digging under the ring, producing a very familiar weapon to Carey! Pond: She's bringing out Carey's Crowbar! Minoru Asano: Someone's about to get plunked, friend! Siobhan tosses it to Carey, who catches it and looks to go after Vivi, but the referee tries to stop him, considering that DQ is in play here in the match. Carey starts to look angry, but the ref is trying to settle down Carey, before he finally relents, but it gives the challenger enough time to recover, kicking him in the stomach before she tosses him over onto the (R)W announce table. Looking on angrily at the champ, she lets out a primal scream at Caldwell before she climbs up to the apron on the ring and moves to the top turnbuckle. Without a second thought, Vivi leaps off and nails a vicious double stomp to the ribs of Caldwell, putting him through the table! Clearly irritated at Carey for all the taunting and eliminating her lover from RW, she grabs Carey by the hair and whips him to the guardrail, coming in hard and fast with a set of double knees to the ribs of Carey. Throwing him back into the ring, she quickly slides in and goes for a cover! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Pond: Carey came out swinging, but it's quickly gone in favor of Mistress Vivi. Mistress Vivi: I wonder how many times she will attempt to remove his testicles! Perhaps we should make a drinking game out of it? Pond: I would, but...I think Vivi spilled our alcohol when she broke our table. Minoru Asano: GO GET HER, CAREY! Carey rolls to his side, but Vivi eagerly punts him in the ribs, making it harder for the champ to breathe. He continues to try to get up, but Vivi is relentless, starting to work over his body with kicks and elbows, all before she puts Carey in a hammerlock, using her elbows and knees to attack his arm. Carey uses some ring savvy to get his feet and ankles wrapped around the bottom rope, the referee starting to move Vivi off of him, Vivi not breaking her attack until 4. Starting to get Carey to his feet, she leans him against the ropes and ties him up in them before she starts to chop him a few times. Without a second thought, she smirks and goes over to the corner, having hid a surprise of her own. Revealing a large stick with a rag up top, she starts to prepare by grabbing a bottle of rum she reveals, taking a swig before showing her next surprise. A lighter. Lighting up the rag on the stick, it's clear what's about to do next as she approaches Carey with malice in her eyes. Screaming at him that he's dead for what he's done, she spits the rum out, the flame going toward Caldwell...BUT HE GETS HIMSELF FREE IN TIME! He slides over to the corner as Vivi charges in after him in anger, only for him to slide out of the way and nail The Empire Strikes First! Getting back into the ring, Carey goes after Vivi, only for her to duck and push him back towards the ropes, only for him to lean out of the ring and rebound back in with a massive lari--VIVI HOLDS THE ARM AND LEAPS UP TO TRANSITION IT INTO A CROSS ARMBREAKER! Carey is in massive pain and he looks like he's about to tap out, but he keeps trying to reposition himself! Vivi is cranking, and he finally gets to the ropes! The referee is counting, and she finally lets up, waiting until he gets to his feet before she grabs his arm and leaps up, doing a codebreaker style attack to strictly the arm she's been working over the entire match. He looks to be wincing as he seems to have his arm just draped there, not much motion to it. Pond: This is a perfect attack for two reason! She can set him up for a much more painful Agonizing Ecstasy later for the win, and it also prevents him from setting up the Head On Collision properly, let alone his Sangre Por Sangre! Considering the amount of lariats Carey likes to throw, she may have clipped out some of his most potent offense, including his wicked right hook! Minoru Asano: And all she's done is destroy the entire mini-bar around the ring! Boo to her! Carey takes a deep breath while he tries to recover, but Vivi comes charging, Carey using his instincts to roll out of the way, his right arm still clutched close to his body. One handed, Carey tries to throw a few jabs her way, using his left arm for weak contact. Carey tries to wind up his right arm to see if it'll work, but it's to no avail, and Vivi uses the brief hesitation to grab the right arm and yank at it, like she's trying to pull it out of the socket. Carey screams, and she quickly keeps hold of it, starting to grab it before she leaps to the middle rope and over the ropes, jumping outside of the ring, snapping Carey's arm over the top rope. Carey cries out in pain, and Vivi smirks as she points to her head that she's smarter than the ape of a World Champion in the ring. Getting back in the ring, she comes back after Carey, looking to grab his arm, but Carey kicks her away. Backing up, the champ goes to the ropes and comes back in toward her furiously with a huge running Kenka kick! The momentum brings Carey down while Vivi hits the mat reeling, Carey trying to hit his right arm to get some sort of motion or circulation going in it to get it up and moving again. Getting to his knees, Carey does his best to tackle down Vivi with one good arm, on top of her and pounding her with one hand as the referee tries to back him away. Carey slowly backs away as he tries to comes back toward Vivi, but she gets out of the way, leaving Carey to hit the opposite corner, still clutching his arm before she hits him with a dropkick to the knees! Pond: We know what this means! Minoru Asano: Mudslides for everyone?! Vivi comes charging at Carey, trying for Hurricane Vivienne, and she leaps up, but Carey hits the mat face first, sending her past him. She goes towards the ropes and comes back again, this time Carey getting up and hitting a huge forearm with his left forearm! Carey once again screams, the crowd unsure if it's from pain or from anger, but he looks ready as he waits for Vivi to get up as he starts pointing his fingers at her like a pistol again. He comes in, but she pushes him toward the ropes, and she tries to nail the dropkick again, but he leaps over and hits the ropes again, coming back one more time...STRUCK A NERVE! CAREY HITS THAT HUGE BUSAIKU KNEE KICK AND HE HAS THE CROWD ON THEIR FEET! He tries to come over and grab her, but he can't move his arm and she tries to grab his left arm and yank him again, but he spins around, grabs her with his left arm...HEAD ON COLLISION! VIVI IS PLANTED AND CAREY WEAKLY ROLLS HER OVER AND GOES FOR THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Take Out the Gunman" starts, and the crowd cheers as Carey Caldwell successfully defends the World Title! David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL...(R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION...CAREY CALDWELL! WINNER (and STILL RW World Champion): Carey CaldwellDick Morosi: Pond, Minoru, thanks for joining us! Carey Caldwell has successfully defended his title here tonight against Mistress Vivi! Seth Ericson: And now it looks like she's got to join her boyfriend Simon Raines on the unemployment line! She's out of RW too! Dick Morosi: Carey Caldwell has gone out of his way to prove to everyone that he's got a future as World Champ, and he took a big step toward that tonight! As Carey celebrates his win, Mistress Vivi collects her beloved pet and approaches the man who just beat her with an uncomfortable expression on her face. Mistress Vivi: I have a question to ask you. Call it a final request or whatever you like, but here it is. I know that my career in Revo is over. But there's one match that I would like to have. It was supposed to be my graduation match, but since I've clearly failed to win the title... apparently it's going to be a goodbye match instead. So, if you'll grant me permission... I'd like to face Justin Brooks on the next show. The final act of a fallen queen. Carey looks around and seems genuinely surprised, the crowd telling him to tell her no. Getting his World Title back from the referee and Siobhan, he sneers at her before he rips the microphone from her hand. Carey Caldwell: You talk down to me. You attack my gir---my manager unprovoked...and now you want mercy from me? FROM ME?! Carey turns his head and looks away, closing his eyes as if he was trying to relax and calm himself. Carey Caldwell: Take your match and get the fuck off my porch. Your visitation rights have been revoked. Carey walks off, looking over his shoulder at her, leaving the stunned crowd to look down at her, raining her with "NA NA NA NAAAA, NA NA NAAA NAH! HEY HEY HEY! GOOD BYEEEEE!" in unison and repeatedly as Carey storms off with Siobhan in tow as we go elsewhere.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 27, 2015 11:54:42 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: And now in tag team action, CHUCK LIFE versus THE STORM! Seth Ericson: ...no one actually calls them that. Dick Morosi: I think it's catchy. Seth Ericson: Of course you do. Anyway, we go to ringside where two members of The Storm, Beowulf and Saikosoma, look to hand out some punishment to the duo of Chuck Matthews and Zack Lif - Dick Morosi: CHUCK LIFE! Seth Ericson: ...fine. The duo of Chuck Life, comprised of the smartest and arguably dumbest men in wrestling respectively! A brief flash of silence passes through the arena instantly as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. David Zinkus: The following tag team match is set for one fall! Introducing first... Villainous hues float over the entrance, the ramp and the audience itself. Audible jeers are heard, the many in the crowd hearing the sounds of the first few words of "The Calm Before Reform" by In Fear And Faith boom through the speakers over the heavy, iconic guitar riff they've grown accustomed to ever since he's arrived on the scene. This, of course, signifies one man and one man alone... except in this instance, when it signifies two. LET IT OUT!
It's the end of the world,
I wanna hear you scream those lungs out! As the flickering beams of amber shine down against the excited crowd, the camera looking up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they discover two silhouettes. There is a loud, heated booing from the fans, signs of various negative messages stretched across the ocean of angry EXODUS fans as well as a few rare, faithful "Lifer Addict" signs that juxtapose with the others covering the screen. Adorn in a tan colored open sweatshirt, the zipper at the very bottom while he makes his way down the steps with an unspoken purpose you can plainly see written on his face... and the other man, a couple of paces behind him, observing the reactions of the fans. A few people attempt to reach for them, but they both ignore it all. I can see every mind from this perspective.
I can pen every blank page that your temples seem to hide.
Can you hear me? Listen closely.
It's all I ask of you tonight, if you'd be so kind. Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him quickly towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before he hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could be considered impressive by most. By contrast, Chuck Matthews continues his relatively sedate pace, although they share an air of cockiness. Lifer slows down once more, the steel steps in his sights. His eyes flicker to the entrance way as he trudges up the first couple steps, not looking forward as he takes in the sight of the curtain for just a couple seconds with an intense look in his eye, the gears clearly turning. Dick Morosi: What a pairing this has been in recent weeks. Seth Ericson: Don't give certain fans ideas, Dick... Dick Morosi: Well, that's going to give me nightmares - thanks Seth. But no, this alliance - the intelligence and the resources of Chuck Matthews, supporting the unparalleled violence of Zack Lifer... tenuous as it is, it's still a scary prospect. And what's more, we've seen it pay off, with Matthews giving assists to Lifer against Heather Halliwell and Shinji Uchikawa. Seth Ericson: Michelle Collins and Chuck Matthews both have their plans. But making any kinds of plans involving someone like Zack Lifer is just asking for trouble. As The New Iron Saint gets to the top of the stairs, his eyes flash across the arena, almost slightly stunned by the crowd response as he raises his arms to his side to form a cross, gesturing for them to let their voices be heard, his neck looking to the rafters. The audience gets louder as he mounts the turnbuckle, raising his right arm in triumph as a single golden colored firework shoots diagonally on the stage. Beneath him, The Smartest Man In Wrestling sits on the ropes and gestures with gentlemanly grace. Lifer stares at him for a moment with narrowed eyes, then suddenly nods and ducks through into the ring. As he begins pacing Chuck throws up his signature horns for a moment then follows after him, and the two men exchange a few quiet strategic words. It's the end of the world, I wanna hear you scream! David Zinkus: At a combined weight of 427lbs... the team of ZACK LIFER and CHUCK MATTHEWS! Dick Morosi: Their opponents tonight are two of the absolute toughest individuals in the history of EXODUS... but I still wouldn't blame them for being nervous about what those two minds can come up with in tandem. "Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)" starts to play, as the arena is plunged into blackout. After a few moments, white lights starts scanning the crowd, mimicking spotlights, searching for something. David Zinkus: And their opponents... Suddenly, after about half a minute, as the electronic beat starts, they all snap out. Suddenly, up in the rafters of the arena, there’s a burst of light. As all eyes swivel up, we see Beowulf and Saikosoma stood on a high platform. Beowulf is holding a flare high up in the air, its bright red light eerily lighting the two members of Storm. Dick Morosi: Wow! What a way to make an entrance! As the music continues, Beowulf drops down the flare down to the arena as Saikosoma kicks two lengths of rope off the platform and into the ring. The searchlights snap back on the pair, as, with a subtle nod, they both step off the platform, rapidly rappelling down the lines, causing Chuck and Zack to take a step back. David Zinkus: Weighing in at a combined weight of 372lbs, the team of Beowulf and Saikosoma... STORM! The pair land heavily in the ring. Saikosoma immediately unclips Beowulf's harness, while he stares daggers at the two men stood opposite them. Lifer charges at the Storm leader, but Beowulf's already swinging! They collide in a fury of punches, falling to the mat and trading huge hands. Meanwhile Chuck launches himself at Saikosoma, but she uses her rope for leverage to roll back and catch him with a boot to the jaw! She leaps up onto his shoulders and, again using her harness for support, flips him onto the canvas with a headscissors! He lands under her, with her still dangling in the air. She reaches back and unclips herself, and drops across Matthews in a splash. Dick Morosi: Unorthodox offense from Saikosoma! Seth Ericson: Zack Lifer and Saikosoma in the same match. I don't think we can expect anything orthodox. Lifer knocks Beowulf away with a savate kick so hard it leaves Zack himself sagging against the ropes. He pushes himself out looking for another strike - but he finds himself clotheslined right over the top! Both Zack and Wulf tumble to ringside, where they resume their brawl. As they begin throwing each other into any hard surface that's within range, Saikosoma unleashes a flurry of headbutts on Chuck. Seth Ericson: Red smudges on Chuck's forehead! Has she busted him open already? Dick Morosi: No, I think they're just smears from her facepaint. Beowulf blocks a punch and drags Lifer into a bearhug. He lets him have it with a volley of headbutts of his own, and for a moment, both of the Storm members are in sync as they drive their foreheads into their opponents' faces. Then Beowulf tosses Zack back over his head in a belly-to-belly suplex that sends The New Iron Saint skidding across the floor. The English vigilante is quickly on his opponent, throwing him against the guardrail spine-first. Lifer howls as his back meets the steel... but he still rolls aside as Beowulf charges in with a knee strike! Beowulf's patella smashes into the metal and he finds himself hung up over the railing. He hobbles gingerly as he disentangles himself... and then he's knocked back into the rails as Lifer connects with a knee strike of his own! Dick Morosi: FORCED SUICIDE! Seth Ericson: Lifer hits his deadliest weapon in the opening couple of minutes! Dick Morosi: Beowulf hasn't made any secret of his hatred for Zack Lifer, and the actions of that crazed man. But his eagerness to punish Lifer may have been a huge mistake as he threw everything he had at Lifer from the moment his feet touched the canvas. Seth Ericson: And what a blow to the neck of Beowulf, which got injured at the hands of GRENDEL back at The War Isn't Over Yet. You can see how hurt Beowulf is. He's out for a while, I think. Sliding into the ring, Zack tears Saikosoma off Matthews and spins her round before dropping her with a clothesline. A vertical leap becomes a knee drop to the head. Lifer then lifts Chuck to his feet and helps him to their corner before turning his attention back to his face-painted opponent. He sinks down, scouting her as she slowly gets her breath back, beckoning with both hands for her to rise. She pushes herself to a press-up position... ...rolls back into a kneel... ...Lifer charges in with another knee aimed squarely at her head! Dick Morosi: ANOTHER Forced Suicide! He bears down on Saikosoma - but she catches his leg! Pouncing to her feet in the nick of time, she catches hold of his leg. She quickly pulls him into a fisherman position, then flips him off his feet and into a powerbomb lungblower. The impact echoes around the building as she pushes him flat and rolls across him... ONE! TWO! A kick to the back of the head from Chuck Matthews breaks it up. She tries to get up, but a series of stiff muay thai knees and elbows rain down on her, each strike sucking out more of her energy. She's left out on one knee, swaying unsteadily... Chuck sends her down with a headbutt of his own accompanied by a smirk, and then he wipes the patch of paint from his forehead and flicks it at her derisively. He helps Zack up, and asks him whether he wants to take back over. Despite the fact that his eyes are still slightly glassy and his ankles are still slightly wobbly, Zack nods yes. Chuck doesn't argue, and simply backs away with his arms raised and ducks out to his corner again. Lifer treats Saikosoma to a low backfist as she's trying to right herself again, then catches her as she falls and drags her into a front butterfly. Dick Morosi: Saikosoma on her own thanks to that Forced Suicide into the barricade. Matthews and Lifer can really do whatever they like with her. Zack flashes a grin at the booing crowd before spiking her down with a double underhook DDT. He drags her up by one arm, pulls her in close and wraps his arms around her midsection, then hauls her up so she's dangling over his shoulder. He walks around the ring for a moment, then throws her backwards into a bridging northern lights suplex! ONE! TWO! She manages to send a burst of willpower through her body that breaks the bridge. He hauls her up by the hair... then turns to Chuck. Lifer drags her to the corner and the two men exchange a few words; Chuck holds out a palm, shrugging. After a moment of consideration Lifer nods, and tags Matthews in. While Lifer holds Saikosoma's arm out, Chuck measures her and plants a heel deep into her ribcage. The hated pair follow that up by pulling into position for a double suplex. But after a moment, and a little more conference, they turn around so that her back is facing the corner! They fall back in tandem, throwing her against the turnbuckles, but keep the hold applied so that they can follow through by bringing her back forwards and slamming her down into a double facebuster. Saikosoma's left coughing and spluttering, doubled over on the canvas. Matthews slips his arms around her waist and peels her up in a German suplex, which he releases at the apex to send her crashing down across the back of her head and neck. He turns and gives her a cocky facewash with his sole, then plants one foot on Saikosoma's chest and spreads his arms, and as the pin is counted, flashes a wink and a finger gun in his partner's direction. ONE! Saikosoma rolls onto her side as soon as the referee's hand hits the canvas, and Zack facepalms. He calls across to Chuck, asking why he didn't pin her properly. Matthews just waves him off without giving any real reply, and lifts her back up. Seth Ericson: Chuck just toying with her. He's really taking his time here. Dick Morosi: Lifer doesn't seem to appreciate it, though. Seth Ericson: Well, the patient game ain't exactly his style... Dick Morosi: Not just that; remember, Lifer and Saikosoma have a long - if complicated - friendship and she was one of the few people who supported Michelle Collins' attempts to rehabilitate him. Would it surprise you if he still has more time for her than for Matthews? Seth Ericson: To be honest? Yes. Zack Lifer has zero regard for anyone. After contemplating his options Matthews whips Saikosoma into the corner, then charges in at her with a high knee to the face that leaves her on her hands and knees. He falls across her, straddling her back, and lifts one of her arms up, waving it uselessly in the direction of her empty corner. Dick Morosi: And now taunting her with the fact that her partner's been incapacitated! Even though Zack was the one who did it, not him! Seth Ericson: Well, Chuck's always enjoyed a good gag... long as it was at someone else's expense. To emphasise his point, Chuck tosses Saikosoma into her own vacant corner and follows up with another high knee, ignoring his partner's cries to pick up the pace and take this seriously. Chuck hoists the young woman up onto the top turnbuckle, then climbs up onto the middle rope himself. Dick Morosi: Going for a superplex now, it looks like. He takes a step up higher, then pulls her up too. After rocking her with an elbow to make sure she's still dazed, he pulls her into a front facelock... ...and a roar goes up from the crowd as a pair of arms reach up and pull him down, crotching him over the top rope! Seth Ericson: BEOWULF! Dick Morosi: BEOWULF IS BACK IN THIS! The director of the Storm clambers onto the apron and tears Matthews from the ropes, slamming him back-first into the mat. He slaps the hand of Saiksoma, still perched on the top rope, and she vaults off in a high-angle shooting star knee drop which, while shaky as hell, does the job as it connects with Matthews' face! While she rolls out and falls to ringside Beowulf flips into a handstand, then drops a knee hard across The Smartest Man In Wrestling, no doubt knocking off a couple of IQ points. He stays on Matthews, burying knees, fists, elbows and headbutts alike into him from mount. A furious expression overtakes him as he gets faster and faster, reducing Chuck to a battered, insensate mess... at least until he's hauled away by Zack Lifer! Seth Ericson: Lifer's had enough of sitting on the sidelines! He wants back in this! Lifer lays knees into Beowulf's head then drops him with a kneeling jawbreaker that sends the Englishman to his arse, and that's followed up with a boot right to the face. The referee pulls him away, ordering him back to his corner, but Lifer is (you may not be shocked to learn) not all that eager to comply. Finally, under threat of disqualification, he drags the still-mumbling Matthews to their corner and tags himself in. After shoving Chuck out under the bottom rope, Zack turns his attention back to Beowulf. He rushes back over - and gets surprised by a head driven hard into his stomach! Dick Morosi: Nobody has a harder head than Beowulf! Seth Ericson: Literally, at least. Figuratively, it's probably about even between him and Lifer. Rising like a primal god of vengeance, Beowulf sends Lifer to his knees with a discus clothesline before hitting him with a shinbreaker. He winces at the impact on his still-tender knee, but presses on regardless. But Zack notes it with an evil grin, ducks the oncoming clothesline from Beowulf, and answers with a chop block. He starts working the knee with abandon, hitting it with elbows, wrenching it side to side, even bending Beowulf's leg back as far as it'll go and stomping on it. Dick Morosi: Like a man possessed. There's not exactly a shortage of victims in Zack Lifer's wake, most of them with only the most tenuous of reasons. Seth Ericson: Right. He basically only attacked Destiny Starshine or Anastasia Starling over reasons that only existed in Lifer's head... Dick Morosi: And Beowulf's given him a hell of a real reason! Lifer's face is balled up in fury as he continues his assault, now stomping away hard on Beowulf's knee. When his rage almost makes him lose his balance, he turns around and runs his fingers through his hair - and is ploughed into the canvas with a spear! Dick Morosi: Saikosoma! The Coan-Teen stays on top of Zack, straddling him in mount. But instead of pressing her assault, she pins his wrists down to the canvas, and shouts at him earnestly: Saikosoma: NICK! You are not - Zack - Lifer! You are Nick Kramer! This isn't you, Nick! Think about Alanna! Zack's struggles to free himself soften as he hears her words.... his eyes unfocus as he gets lost in reflection... but then suddenly they sharpen again and he resumes his thrashing. At least, that is, until Beowulf slams a heel into his face as hard as he can. Seth Ericson: Safe to say the Storm members have differing ideas on how to deal with Zack. Beowulf and Saiksoma ignore the referee's orders to keep it to one in the ring at a time; instead they confer in low tones, evidently having a disagreement. Seth Ericson: I guess Matthews and Lifer aren't the only team with some internal conflict... Dick Morosi: But the Storm representatives seem to a bit better at conflict resolution. After some intense but gracious back and forth (and an ultimatum from the ref), the burly brawler takes a step back, allowing his lieutenant to deal with Lifer. She turns around... and is speared down! Seth Ericson: HOLLYWOOD IMPACT! Saikosoma's not the only one who can spear someone! Chuck kips up off her - only to take a Falcon Punch from Beowulf! He starts to roll to the apron and Beowulf "helps" him by kicking him all the way to the outside. He yells down at The Smartest Man In Wrestling - and is grabbed from behind around the leg! Lifer wheels Beowulf into the canvas with the Freudian Slip! As Beowulf's back arches from the sidewinder suplex, Lifer pushes him flat. ONE! TWO! THREE- NO! Although still visibly winded from the Hollywood Impact, Saikosoma dives across and breaks the pin. Lifer pounds the mat and pushes her away, hustling her to the edge of the ring and then kicking her to the floor. With that done, he turns back to Beowulf - who boots him in the belly, quickly pulls him into a double pumphandle, and flips him into the Beowulf Bomb! He stays in place for the cover. ONE! Chuck, standing up at ringside, sees what's happening and slowly pulls himself onto the apron... TWO! ...dives into the ring... THREE! ...but he's a nanosecond too late! WINNER: STORMDavid Zinkus: The winners of this match... Saikosoma and Beowulf... STORM! "Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)" hits the PA. Chuck shakes his head, and begins walking up the ramp. Dick Morosi: Both teams with disagreements during the match, but the big difference maker was that Saikosoma was there to save her partner when he needed it and Chuck Matthews wasn't! Beowulf joins Saikosoma at ringside, where the referee raises the victors' arms. They hop the barricade and head into the crowd to start celebrating their win with the fans... while, in the ring, Lifer pounds his fists furiously on the mat, then slides out of the ring. He looks up the ramp, where Chuck continues to walk, clearly not wanting any part of the post-match frustrations. Chuck pauses for a moment, looking out at the crowd. A few are, strangely, clapping for him. Chuck looks at them, narrowing his eyes. He shakes his head again and continues up the ramp, where- *CRACK* Seth Ericson: WHAT? Chuck drops to the floor, his brain absolutely rattled. Behind him, Zack Lifer stands, steel chair in hand, sneering down at the Smartest Man in Wrestling. Lifer brings the chair down hard across Chuck’s back, eliciting another cry of pain from Matthews, and a roar of boos from the crowd. Lifer tosses the chair aside and lifts Chuck to his feet. He tucks Chuck’s head beneath his arm, dragging him by the neck back towards the ring before rolling him under the rope. Dick Morosi: Chuck Matthews was just blindsided by...by Zack Lifer! Of all people! Seth Ericson: Are you even surprised? With how unhinged this man is? Lifer digs under the ring, pulling out a spool of barbed wire and a table, which he tosses up into the ring. He tries to climb up in himself, but is met with a baseball slide to the face from Chuck Matthews. The crowd cheers at the sign of life from Chuck. Seth Ericson: He’s not out quite yet! Dick Morosi: And these people are...cheering him! I never thought I’d see it, but they’re cheering for Chuck Matthews! Chuck gets to his feet, but immediately grabs the back of his head, wobbling. He stumbles over his own feet, tumbling between the first and second rope and landing on the apron. Lifer shakes off the pain of the kick to his face and looks at Chuck, using the ropes to get back to his feet. Lifer grabs Chuck by the ankles, pulling him off the apron. Chuck, somehow, lands upright, though leaning heavily on the apron to support himself. Dick Morosi: That chair shot must have really rattled the brain of Chuck Matthews. He’s having enough trouble just keeping his ground. Lifer grabs Chuck by the arm, throwing him hard towards the ring steps. Chuck collides with them, laying across the top step. He struggles to push himself off, but succeeds only in slumping to the ground, sitting against the steel. Lifer looks around at the crowd, smiling. Dick Morosi: He wouldn’t. Seth Ericson: Why would you even say that? Lifer charges Chuck, driving his boot straight to Matthews face, and crushing his head between Lifer’s foot and the steel steps. Dick Morosi: Forced Suicide...and there’s no way Chuck is getting up. Lifer rolls Chuck back into the ring. He makes a move to go in after him, but pauses, eyeing the very steps he’d just dropped Chuck with. He tosses these into the ring as well and follows him. As Chuck lies motionless in the ring, Lifer goes to work, setting the steps in the center of the ring, and unfolding the table over them. He looks down at Chuck, who is bleeding badly from a gash above his eye. Lifer rubs his thumb across the wound and smears the blood across Chuck’s forehead, leaving a visible red cross on the man’s face. He kneels near Chuck, whispering something sinister into his ear, and smiling wickedly. Slowly, he lifts Chuck to his feet, positioned near the table and steps. He glances over his shoulder, ensuring his positioning is just right, then hoists Chuck onto his shoulder...and drives him facefirst, through the table and into the steps with a brutal Reverse Lobotomy. Lifer motions for a microphone, which a crew member hands him without hesitation. Zack Lifer: This is what you wanted, isn’t it Chuck? You needed to make a bad guy worse than you...is that it? You needed a greater evil? You wanted to be the good guy for once? So you...what? You used me? You tried to get me to do your bidding? You spent all that time, just guiding me along? Pulling my strings? Making me dance to your tune so that YOU’D come out and be the hero? Come out and take MY spot? No...no, no no, Charles. No…you are not the hero of this story, and I am not some pawn...some...PUPPET in your master plan... He leans down, staring at the fallen and broken Chuck Matthews. Zack Lifer: But there are no strings on me... He drags Chuck to the ropes, securing Chuck’s arms by tying them up between the top and middle rope. He grabs the barbed wire, twisting it, coiling it into a makeshift halo. He looks at the crowd in attendance, which has ceased its booing and fallen into a stunned silence. Zack Lifer: THIS is your hero? THIS is the savior you wanted? Lifer slams the barbed wire on top of Chuck’s head, tearing into his flesh, bringing fresh new trickles of blood running down Chuck’s face. Zack Lifer: WHERE IS YOUR HERO NOW? Lifer turns on Chuck, broken, beaten, and with the crown of barbs wrapped tight around his skull. He slowly backs away as medical personnal race to the ring to aid Chuck. Lifer watches the scene unfold, smiling to himself...and as the staff free Chuck and load him onto the stretcher, Lifer’s grin gets ever wider...and as they wheel him up the ramp to the back, his smile has broken into wicked and thunderous laughter.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 27, 2015 11:52:38 GMT -6
The camera catches sight on a silhouette entering a locker room with the words Chuck Matthews strewn across a label. The man in question is obviously an aggravated Lifer, his tempers already flaring so early on in the night. Zack Lifer: I swear to god, if you pull that “it doesn’t matter if I win or lose” crap tonight, you’re the one who’s gonna make a grand apology tonight, got it? His nostrils expanded, breathing through his nose like an angry bull seeing red when he looked eye to eye with the ‘smartest man in wrestling,’ The New Iron ‘Saint’s’ eyes bloodshot and tired, a concentrated focus in his eyes that wasn’t unlike the look he gave Heather Halliwell when he wrapped his fingers around her throat. Chuck Matthews: You seem upset. Zack growled in response, his head tilting to the side. Zack Lifer: Upset? Yeah, that’s right. I’m ‘upset.’ I’m ‘upset’ you won’t answer my god damn questions. I’m upset you won’t tell me jack all about what I wanna know. I thought you were supposed to be helping me. Remember? Like you promised? Chuck Matthews: I got your daughter back, didn’t I? Zack Lifer: And you were shady as hell about that too. Wouldn’t even tell me where you even found her, like she was just some care package you could drop off without a word! Chuck stares at Lifer for a moment, then shakes his head. Chuck Matthews: I don’t have time for this. He turns to leave, but Zack steps in front of the door, glaring at the man. Zack Lifer: Make time. Chuck grits his teeth, trying to step around Lifer. Lifer shoves Chuck’s shoulder, forcing Chuck to take a step back. Zack Lifer: Even for you, this is sketchy. The meetings with my doc? Dumping my daughter into my lap without any explanation as to how or why? And I notice that you never seem to be around when you need to be. What, I run into trouble and suddenly the great mind of Chuck Matthews can’t be bothered? Lifer shoves Chuck again, harder this time. Zack Lifer: SAY something! You let me rot in this place. I had to fight all on my own because of what YOU said. This company hates me because of you. My friends hate me because of you. EVERYTHING that has happened this past year is because of you, and now you’re backing out? Now suddenly you don’t have a plan to make this better? Lifer has Chuck cornered, and it’s clear by the expression on the mastermind’s face that he would rather be anywhere else but here. Lifer stands, one arm on Matthews’ shoulder, the other balled in a fist. Zack Lifer: You owe me. Without warning, Chuck swats Lifer’s arm off his shoulder, and grabs Zack by the neck, pinning him to the locker. He opens his mouth to say something, but pauses. In the arena, a burst of cheers from the fans echoes through the halls as the fans witness the scene on the screen. Chuck looks up, listening to the sounds. The expression on his face is not of disdain, but, perhaps surprisingly, confusion. Lifer notices this puzzled look, and, hearing the cheers himself, slowly cracks a smile. He wrenches himself free of Chuck’s grip, backing away from him. Zack Lifer: It’s all making sense now…. He laughs to himself, slowly stepping out of the room, leaving Chuck alone in the locker room, looking lost, and we're back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer seems even more unhinged than normal. Seth Ericson: And that's saying something. Dick Morosi: He'll be dealing with that later tonight, but coming up next is our next Honor Cup semifinal, when Sally Talfourd meets DeMarcus Gresham and Michiko Yamada! Let's head to the ring! David Zinkus:: Ladies and Gentlemen...this is the second Semi-Final Match for the HONOR CUP! Introducing first….DeMarcus Gresham! The lights dim as the singing introduction of Blackstar's "K.O.S (Determination)" plays over the speakers. A single spotlight hits the stage area and shortly after the slow stride of DeMarcus Gresham steps into it with his head down toward the floor a slight nod to the beat before bringing his head up and rolling his shoulders forward almost hissing as he takes his first step. The crowd reacts to his presence and he doesn't give them attention as the spotlight follows his slow stroll toward ringside as he steps closer the once dim light becomes brighter and brighter as if bringing illumination to a lost nation with each step. By the time he reaches the ring the house lights are fully on and the spotlight has dwindled. He uses the steps to enter the ring and once inside he yells out toward the crowd about his superiority leading him over them while pointing toward his temple. The fans boo a little more reacting to his pandering and he basks in it preparing for another Gifted night. David Zinkus:: ...and now introducing...Michiko Yamada! The lights in the arena shut off, drawing a momentary, anticipatory murmur from the audience, before two emphatic drum beat fill the PA system, accompanied by a pair of strobe light flashes. Strapping Young Lad’s “Antiproduct” cues up, two more drum beats hitting before the song kicks off, again accompanied by the flashing strobes. The tempo of the song quickens, and a voice mumbles something behind the aggressive guitar playing. I AM THE ANTIPRODUCT The lights return to full power as the first verse of the song kicks in, but for a moment, the audience is left waiting. Eventually, the curtain’s pushed aside, and from behind it comes Michiko Yamada. She stops at the head of the ramp, turning to glance at either side of the stage, almost expressionless, undoing the one button on her robe before pacing her way down to the ring in no particular hurry. She pauses at the edge of the ring apron, shrugging the robe off her shoulders before sliding under the bottom rope, moving to the nearest corner and just settling back against it, awaiting the bell. A silence comes over the crowd as the lights fade down and everyone finds themselves in darkness. After a moment of nothing, there's the crackling of an old recording, and then a voice: "Ladies and Gentlemen!" "Your act at this time!" The LCD screens around the stage begin to flick to life with an old reel of film showing various clips of magicians performing, shots of crowds smiling and laughing, point and wondering. All, of course, in silence. "Sights of wonder and amazement!" "A spectacle that will confound and amuse your mind!" The LCD screens continue to flicker with the images of an era bygone. The final clip comes to focus on a figure standing alone on a stage, the back to the screen, obscured by the shadows. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" "The Last Magician!" There's a pause, and then the beginning of ‘Troublemaker’ by Troublemaker comes across the PA, the whistling cutting through the silence. The crowd reaction is mixed, with cheers and boos coming from different parts of the arena. The screens up the stage area still show the silhouette of a lone person standing in the shadows. Then, mirroring that shot, purple lights slowly fades in at the top of the ramp, and we find 'The Last Magician' Sally Talfourd with her back to the arena. The crowd gets louder with their reception and then, as the music kicks in Sally turns to face the crowd, her arms outstretched and her head bowed to everyone. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring for her match, 'The Last Magician' .......... Sally Talfourd! Dick Morosi:: It is time for a three way dance, as Sally Talfourd takes on DeMarcus Gresham and Michiko Yamada. Seth Ericson:: This should be a very interesting match up to say the least. The bell sounds, as all three stand back from one another waiting for the other to make the first move. Talfourd looks at Yamada and Gresham, as she circles around. Talfourd goes at Yamada kicking her in her stomach, as she does Gresham hits Talfourd across her back. Gresham pulls Talfourd around hitting her with a pair of stiff forearm strikes, which stun her. He sends Talfourd into the ropes, Talfourd runs back at Gresham, she leapfrogs over him, as she does Yamada catches Talfourd a dropkick. Yamada jumps up landing down onto Talfourd with a standing moonsault. Yamada rises to her feet, as Gresham hits her across her back hard with a clubbing blow. Gresham pulls Yamada around grabbing her around her head. DeMarcus lifts her up and down with a tight snap suplex. Gresham rises to his feet and he jumps up into the air landing down onto Yamada with a standing elbow drop. Gresham goes for the pin. ONE... Talfourd breaks up the count. Talfourd pulls Gresham up to his feet nailing him with a pair of stiff forearm strikes. Talfourd grabs Gresham lifting him up and down with a snap suplex of her own. Talfourd rises to her feet quickly as Gresham lays on the mat riving in pain. Talfourd kicks him in the side with a sharp kick. Talfourd steps out to the ring apron, she makes her way up to the top rope as Greshman slowly starts to make his way to a vertical base. Talfourd leaps off landing down onto Gresham with a flying calf kick as they both come crashing back down to the mat!. Talfourd rises up to her feet, as she does, Yamada nails her with a stiff kick to the side of her head that echoes through Las Vegas and also which staggers Talfourd! Yamada sends Talfourd into the corner hard and runs into the corner nailing her with a shining wizard in the corner! Dick Morosi:: Michiko Yamada taking it to Sally Talfourd. Seth Ericson:: DeMarcus Gresham needs to interject himself into this. Dick Morosi:: Why? He is letting the other two tear one another apart. Yamada steps back, as Talfourd stumbles out of the corner. Yamada runs at her, Talfourd takes Yamada over with an arm drag. Talfourd keeps hold of Yamada’s arm nailing her with an enzguri to the side of her head. Yamada falls into the ropes and falles out to the ring apron. But it’s Gresham who kicks Talfourd in her side with a pair of stiff kicks. He pulls her up to her feet sending her into the ropes hard as Gresham takes her over with an arm drag of his own. Talfourd rolls out to the ring apron, moving to the floor. Yamada leans against the guardrail as well gathering herself. Dick Morosi:: DeMarcus Gresham is all alone in the ring! Gresham moves out to the ring apron, she moves around, as Talfourd and Yamada stand near one another. Gresham leaps off taking Talfourd and Yamada down with a suicide dive! They all lay on the floor, as the fans are going wild here in Las Vegas!. Gresham gets up first, as Yamada returns to her feet. Yamada runs at Gresham pushing him into the ring steps as he flips over onto the floor. Dick Morosi:: Michiko Yamada sends DeMarcus Gresham to the floor! Seth Ericson:: These three are tearing one another apart! Yamada moves up onto the ring apron, she dives off the ring apron taking Gresham down with a diving crossbody onto the floor. Yamada returns to her feet once again and she turns as Talfourd kicks her square in the stomach. Talfourd grabs Yamada sending her down onto the floor with a snap suplex. Talfourd moves up onto the ring apron, she moves up to the top rope once again. Talfourd leaps off as Yamada returns to her feet taking her down with a diving headscissors onto the floor! All three are laying on the floor, as the fans are going wild. Dick Morosi:: Listen to this crowd!! Seth Ericson:: Only in EXODUS will you get this kind of action! But you better believe they want to be in the Finals of Honor Cup! Dick Morosi:: You better believe it! Talfourd pulls Yamada up pushing her back into the ring as she slides in behind her. Talfourd grabs Yamada around sending her into the ropes and she runs off the ropes after her. Talfourd nails her with a hard lariat as Yamada lays flat on her back on the mat. Talfourd moves out to the ring apron moving up to the top rope. Talfourd jumps off landing down onto Yamada with the HIGH HOPES! Talfourd covers her. ONE... TWO… ….NOOOOOOOOO! Gresham pulls Talfourd out of the ring breaking the count as Gresham sends Talfourd into the guardrail. Dick Morosi:: DeMarcus Gresham broke up the count!! Gresham slides back into the ring and rises up, as Yamada returns to her feet. Gresham goes to grab Yamada, but she comes back to life with a stiff European uppercut, which staggers Gresham. Yamada runs at him for a clothesline, but Gresham ducks under the clothesline attempt. Yamada turns, as Gresham kicks her in the stomach and quickly grabs around her head planting Yamada down with the RED SPADE Gresham pushes Yamada over covering her. ONE... TWO... ….TH.... It’s Talfourd turn to pull Gresham out of the ring breaking out the count. Talfourd slams Gresham’s face off the ring apron and she slides back into the ring. Talfourd pulls Yamada up off the mat and she grabs her around her head planting her with a flowing DDT. Talfourd rises to her feet and she goes out to the ring apron. She stands for a moment pulling on the top rope setting herself up for a springboard move. Talfourd goes to pull herself up, as she does, Gresham pulls Talfourd’s feet out from under her! Talfourd’s face smacks off the ring apron as Gresham slides back into the ring. Dick Morosi:: DeMarcus Gresham just took out Sally Talfourd!! Gresham pulls up the dazed Yamada up off the mat and runs across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes building up momentum with the DETERMINATION! Yamada crumples like a sack of hammers as Gresham covers her. ONE... TWO... THR......I DON'T THINK SO, TIM! Sally breaks up the count with HIGH HOPES as the crowd erupts! Grabbing Gresham, Talfourd deposits him outside of the ring as Yamada slowly climbs to her feet. Trying to mount some sort of offense, Yamada swings wildly but Talfourd ducks under only to connect with SUMMER RAIN! And the cover! ONE! TWO!! THREEEEEEEEEEEE!! David Zinkus:: The winner of this match The Last Magician Sally Talfourd!! Dick Morosi:: Sally picks up a HUGE win, punching her ticket to the Honor Cup Finals where a showdown with Christum Furor awaits her! Seth Ericson:: That is going to be something to behold, Dick. WINNER: Sally Talfourd
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 27, 2015 11:44:45 GMT -6
The fade in from the logo starts with a soft and familiar guitar. As the soft plucking of guitar plays for the intro of "Toxicity" by System of a Down, the shots are clear as it seems to be the quiet lull of the locker room, everyone slowly in preparation before the drums kick in. Instantly, high speed action shots of important events from the half year of EXODUS. Chris Strike regaining the EXODUS Pro World Title. Zack Lifer attacking Nicholas Gray. Fiona Collins delivering the Shinigami to Sally Talfourd! Conversion, software version 7.0 Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity The toxicity of our city, of our city But there's not just EXODUS in this, but (R)Evolution. Carey Caldwell putting an end to Cassidy Carter for good. Venus becoming Orange County Champion. The debut of the Uroboros! New, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder? Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep Disorder, disorder, disorder More shots! REVOLUTION destroying Shinji Uchikawa and his girlfriend. The arrival of the KJPW contingent! The return of Chuck Matthews! The reemergence of Laurel Ann Hardy as Saikosoma! Cthulhu Jones after his return from his exile by NoVaK! Savannah Taylor's brutal attack on Justin Brooks! The reignition of the feud between Chris Strike and Christian Kane! More wood for their fires, loud neighbours Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds as a pastime activity The toxicity of our city, of our city Then comes the return of Sally Talfourd, the arrival of the man underneath the Vorace mask, Kira T. Zeppeli! Kevin Hardaway's arrival and destruction of Black Jones! The unmasking of the Masked Salaryman! UNCENSORED destroying the Tag Team Titles! Daniel Lanning suckerpunching Mistress Vivi! New, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep Disorder, disorder, disorder The face to face confrontation setting up the unsanctioned match between mara and Fiona Collins! The moment Carey Caldwell held up the RW World Title for the first time! Anderson Cobalt braining Yukiko Hojo! SHOZO using a package piledriver on Tom Higashikata! Zack Lifer dismantling Adrien Cochrane! The arrival of HELL in RW! The vicious Dream Weaver Norihiro Akashi gave Carey Caldwell! New, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep Disorder, disorder, disorder Christian Kane and Caleb Storm fighting off Chikao Kessin and Chris Strike! The massive brawl between Ruby Tyler and Kevin Hardaway! The return of Black Jones to help Shinji Uchikawa! And as this all goes faster and faster, clips of the year flying by until the end, when it's just Strike and Kane staring one another down! When I became the sun I shone life into the man's hearts When I became the sun I shone life into the man's hearts Dick Morosi: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Battle Without Honor Or Humanity 2! Seth Ericson: The Sound Of Violence! Dick Morosi: Coming to you live from the Hard Rock Hotel, Las Vegas! Seth Ericson: We’ve got plenty of exciting matches for you tonight! Fiona vs. mara! Brooks vs. Savannah! Storm vs. Matthews and Lifer! All of this, and the Honor Cup Finals! Dick Morosi: Speaking of which, let’s get straight to our first match, as Aries Reed, Christum Furor and Tsutomu Nishioka compete in the first of our Honor Cup semi-finals! The camera pans to the ring, where “Mister Hard Body” Tsutomu Nishioka is posing for the crowd, the last strains of his KJPW theme, “THE SHOWDOWN”, beginning to fade. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… Our first match is a Three Way Dance, and is a Semi-Final in the Honor Cup Tournament! David pauses a moment to let the crowd cheer in response. David Zinkus: Introducing first… representing Kingdom of Japan Pro-Wrestling, and fighting out of Taku, Saga, Japan… weighing in at 231lbs… Mister Hard Body… TSUTOMU NISHIOKAAAAAA!!!!! Tsutomu takes this cue to climb the turnbuckle, and flew his impressive physique for the cheering crowd. David Zinkus: And introducing next, his opponent… The house lights suddenly dim in the arena; the venue is shrouded in a dark and ominous ambiance. The teaming masses of humanity in their seats stand in anticipation, while those already on their feet cheer and holler, and soon the spectrum fills with electricity: Now the arena lightning fixtures cast only vague silhouettes- while flashing cameras and EXIT signs located around the building provide the lone source of illumination. Realizing what lies on the horizon, those situated in the first few rows feverishly storm the guardrail along the aisle, as all eyes in the arena turns toward the entryway. The EXO-tron comes to life now, accompanied by the gradual guitar build-up and drums of Corrosion of Conformity's hit, Albatross. As the montage fades in, the infamous figure is exhibited in a pose lacking of color - he is captured in black and white values, with a glimpse of color every now and then as the video package displays his career highlights and signature moves. As the song picks up, a spotlight shines across the curtain that veils the entrance - it slowly begins to sway, and is finally parted like the Red Sea by the self-proclaimed deity who comes into the full view of those in attendance, his arms at his side, his hair darker, looking somewhat gelled. An uproar from the crowd is heard - while those characterized as Internet fans cheer, others who cannot overlook his past misdeeds boo vehemently - nevertheless, the audience reacts to the two time World Champion's arrival as he outstretches his broad arms out by his side and tilts his head back slightly, taking in a deep breath as he closes his eyes. Well, I'm feelin' left behind Lord, what a waste of time! They're gonna get you, run on How can I respect your crime, When all you criminals whine? They bought and sold you, run on, run on, yeah The EXODUS Original dawns a denim combat vest, underneath it is a tee with the sleeves torn off by hand with "RISE" spray painted in black. Completing his attire is a pair of black and grey tights with three white lines running horizontally across both thighs, black knee pads, a pair of long black ring boots, and white hockey style tape covering the wrists starting at the knuckles and stretching up to his forearms. The cold and calculating figure looks out toward the ring and begins to saunter, a plodding, methodical walk - leading with his alarms as they dangle loosely, somewhat swaying with a swagger that highlights the level of self-confidence he possesses. David Zinkus: Coming to the ring, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty eight pounds and fights out of Detroit, Michigan, USA. He is the one they call... CHRISTUM! FUROR! Well, you can call me crazy You can call me wrong, 'cause See I was born a liar, albatross Fly on, fly on At the beckoning of his name, Furor quickly flanks to one side of the aisle and climbs onto the railing, perching himself as he sneers down at the onlookers basking in his presence. Once more, the man of infinite wisdom poses as more patrons rush the barricade while those too far away to get any closer continue to cheer or boo the polarizing superstar. My home is kind, man it pays to be blind. Well, I promise to forget you, run on, yeah. No swallowed pride, no conspiracy lie. Oh, broken promise of virtue, run on, Lord, run on Christum climbs down from the barricade to continue his march to the ring, glancing calmly at the onlookers on either side of him through his peripheral vision. Well you can call me lazy. But I know where I belong, cause. Cause i was born a liar. Albatross, fly on, fly on
With your trust in love. From your god above. Oh i believe. The albatross is me. He knees up onto the apron, replacing said knee with a foot as he comes to a stand along the ropes. He continues along the aisle-side, and as he approaches the turnbuckle closest to the camera, he plants a foot onto the second turnbuckle and comes to stand tall over the sea of people. Taking in a deep breath, for the third and final time he comes to pose with his martyr-esque symbolism. Well, you can call me crazy. You can call me wrong, 'cause. See I was born a liar, albatross Fly on, fly on He drops down and slips between the middle and top ropes, the house lights now making a slow return to their normal fixture while Christum Furor backs into the opposite corner from which he was perched and drops to a seated position, his head resting against the second turnbuckle pad while his mid-back is leant up against the first. He bends one leg so that his knee sticks upward, whilst the other is simply left to lie flat in a quarter-turn. As "Albatross" fades out, the electricity of the crowd comes to a fever pitch as they cheer and get ready for the next entrant. David Zinkus: And finally… uhh… their opponent… The EXOscreen bursts to life. “The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed by Exodus Pro, its Sponsors, or its Affiliates. Viewer Discretion is advised.”
Look in my eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes, what do you see? I know your anger, I know your dreams I've been everything you want to be The chorus of boos from the Las Vegas Exodus fans is massive as Aries Reeds steps out from the curtain with a large smile on his face. He is filled with laughter as holds out his arms wide for all to see as he spins around slowly before facing the ring and slowly beginning his stroll to the ring. I'm the cult of personality Like Mussolini and Kennedy I'm the cult of personality
When a mirror speaks, the reflection lies You won't have to follow me
Looking up into the ring, Aries shakes his head as he glances up at Christum Furor and Tsutuomu Nishioka. He walks around the ring, avoiding the outstretched hands of the reaching fans as he makes his way would the broadcast table and points to both Seth and Dick before climbing into the ring. I sell the things you need to be I'm the smiling face on your TV I'm the cult of personality I exploit you, still you love me I tell you one and one makes three
I'm the cult of personality Like Joseph Stalin and Gandhi I'm the cult of personality David Zinkus: And here’s… Aries quickly runs up and snatches the microphone away from David, who looks a bit shocked as Aries shakes his head slowly. Aries Reed: For weeks, you’ve been in this pissy ass little mood because of what REVOLUTION did to you and everyone else out here a few weeks ago. And while, yes, you have every reason to be a little pissy... you can get pissy on your own time. This is my time, goddamnit, and you’re not going to rob me or all these people out here of the introduction that fits a man like me. So this is what I’m going to do… Aries reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a stack of index cards, which raise a few cheers from the fans. Aries Reed: You’re going to read this... and you’re going to read them with the enthusiasm and the effort that I know that you can produce... because if you don’t... I’m not going to hurt you. He points out to the broadcast table. Aries Reed: I’m not going to hurt them... I’m not going to hurt Ginny either... but GRENDEL might. So make the right choice, David and read the goddamn cards. Aries thumps the microphone against the chest of David Zinkus, who takes the microphone and the index cards in his hands. He lowers his head in defeat as he sighs into the microphone. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen... it’s my esteemed honor to introduce to you… Aries steps into the middle of the ring and raises his arms in the air as he’s introduced. David Zinkus: ...a two-time and the last EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champion... the Master of the Dragon Sleeper... the Lord of the Chaos Theory... the man who owns the nice little plot of land better known as the Aries Reed Plantation for Wayward White Woman and Free-Range Baby Farm... the man who’s going to kick Tsutomu Nishioka’s high-yellow ass back to Japan… Aries turns to Tsutuomu and points with a smirk over his lips. David Zinkus: ... the man who’s going to put Christum Furor’s crazy white pasty ass back into the ground… Turning on his heel, Aries points at Furor before giving him the bird. David Zinkus: ...he is the BLACKEST SUN OF EXODUS... and the soon to be NEW HONOR CUP CHAMPION for all of you assholes to adore and admire….he is...ARRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIES….REEEEEEEEEEEEEEED! The boos are deafening as Aries removes his black studded shades and tossing them out into the crowd. His smile is large and bright as he removes his long black trenchcoat and retreats to a far corner waiting for the match to start. Dick Morosi: What an asshole, Seth. Seth Ericson: I don’t know what to tell you, Dick. Between Aries Reed and Christum Furor, I guess everyone’s pulling for Nishioka then. Chris Dawson checks that each competitor is ready, and calls for the bell. Dick Morosi: This is it, Seth, we’re underway! Christum makes the first move, straight off the bat, going for a kick to the midsection of Aries, but Reed skips back, knocking the kick aside as he does so. Tsutomu tries to capitalise and make a move on Aries, but he catches a Sidekick to the jaw, sending him back, and out through the ropes! Reed tries to keep the heat on, charging at Furor, only to for Christum to see it coming, and send Aries running to the opposite ropes, before catching him on the return with a massive Back Body Drop, sending Aries flying over the top rope and into Nishioka! Seth Ericson: Both Furor and Nishioka gunning for Aries straight from the off, and I’ve got to tell you Dick, with that introduction? I can’t blame them. Aries and Tsutomu both get back to their feet, as Christum runs to the opposite rope, and comes back with a Split-Legged Baseball Slide, catching both men on the chin, sending them reeling into the barriers! As Chris Dawson starts counting the three men out, Christum merely cracks his neck, before rolling back into the ring. Dick Morosi: See, as much as I hate to admit it, this is smart work from Furor. He keeps both his opponents on the outside, they’ll get counted out. If he wins, he’s got another match later tonight, so he wants to try and get to that stage with as little energy expended as possible. Christum stands in the middle of the ring, his arms spread wide, in a crucifix type pose as the crowd respond in a mix of cheers and boos. Out of the ring, Aries and Tsutomu are struggling upright, each man trying to use the ring apron for support. With a smirk, Christum sets off again, coming back and going for a Suicide Dive… only for Aries Reed to rise up and clock him with a Haymaker, stopping him in his tracks, leaving him resting throat first on the middle rope. Seeing the opportunity, Tsutomu quickly hops on the apron, and charges forward, dropping a huge Leg Drop on the back of Christum’s neck, the force of the impact causing Furor to stagger and fall out of the ring. Nishioka, rubbing his coccyx, drops to his back and roll into the ring under the bottom rope. Whilst Furor is shaking his head out at ringside, Aries quickly hops up onto the apron and in under the bottom rope in a single bound, as Tsutomu is simultaneously getting up to his feet. Nishioka is quicker off the draw, catching Aries with a Back Elbow Strike as he gets to his feet, sending him back into the ropes. Beating his chest, Nishioka roars, charging forward, going for a Leaping Body Avalanche to Aries, but Reed sees it coming, catching him as he lands in front of him, before sending him up and over with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex, over the top rope and straight into Christum Furor Seth Ericson: This is starting to get ridiculous, Dick. They’re in the ring, they’re out the ring, they’re in the ring, they’re out the ring. Stop dancing and start rassling! Looking about, Aries grins wide, and takes a moment to taunt the crowd, revelling in their boos and jeers. Seeing the pair starting to rise, Aries quickly sprints up the turnbuckle, before soaring off the top with a Diving Crossbody, catching both men as they start rising and bringing all three crashing to the mat. Tsutomu stirs first, rolling away from the pair, and skirting around the ring, before sliding in from one of the other sides, as Aries does the same, and Christum pulls himself up to his feet using a ringpost. Tsutomu slowly pushes himself up, as Aries drags himself up using the ropes, before he swings in under the top rope, bearing down on Nishioka. They hook up, starting a test of strength, with Nishioka quickly taking the lead, forcing Aries down to a knee quickly, before dropping and pulling Reed over him with an Arm Drag! Reed is back up, quickly trying to get the counter attack, but Tsutomu quickly follows up with a Japanese Arm Drag! Whilst Christum still regains his bearings, Tsutomu pulls Aries up to his feet, staggers him with a quick Headbutt, before following up with his signature Dropkick! Dick Morosi: Tsutomu with that massive Dropkick, planting both feet straight into the chest of Aries Reed! As Tsutomu gets upright, Furor chooses him moment to strike, sliding in under the bottom rope, and charging at Nishioka, and catching him as he turns around with a huge Kitchen Sink, driving his knee deep into Nishioka’s chest. He quickly follows up, underhooking both of Tsutomu’s arms, before lifting him up, and bringing him crashing to the mat with the Coffin Nails! Before he can capitalise, Aries charges, Christum ducking under the attempted Clothesline as Tsutomu rolls out of the ring to safety. Christum turns, taking a wide swing at Reed, but Aries blocks it, before barrelling back with a lighting fast jab of his own, followed by another, and another, the sequence finished with a colossal left handed Haymaker, sending Furor spinning! Aries takes no time, charging forward and hooking Furor up, before sending him up and over with a huge T-Bone Suplex! Aries has no time to capitalise, however, as Nishioka is back in the ring, and charging! Aries ducks the Clothesline, but as he turns, he sees Tsutomu has stopped dead in his tracks, and catches him hard with a Mule Kick to the midsection, doubling Aries over. Tsutomu hooks Aries up with one arm, before taking a moment to flex his other bicep, to the cheers of the crowd! Seth Ericson: I think it’s time, Dick! Tsutomu’s going to show off why he’s Mister Hard Body! With minimal effort, Tsutomu lifts Aries up, stalling the Suplex over head. With a roar, he slowly lowers himself down in a squat, keeping Aries aloft the whole time, getting so low as to kiss the mat with his cheeks, before forcing himself up out of the squat, and bringing Aries crashing to the mat headfirst with a Tsutomu Buster! He has no time to go for the pin, however, as Christum is back to his feet, leaning on the ropes. Nishioka charges, going for a Dropkick, but Christum sidesteps it, using both hands to push Tsutomu down to the mat as he does so. Not missing a beat, Furor drags Tsutomu back to his feet, getting him in an Inverted Headlock as he does so. Dick Morosi: Oh no, I’d hate to be Tsutomu around about now, but I think we’ve all seen this enough to know what’s coming. With a roar, Christum unleashes a massive Brain Aneurysm, sending Tsutomu crashing to the mat. He quickly gets down and cover. ONE TW- Nishioka with the shoulder up! Seth Ericson: If Nishioka was any other man, this would be over, But there’s no brains in Tsutomu’s skull, just another muscle! Christum is up on all fours, and driving his fist into the mat in frustration. Furor gets upright… only to be taken down by Aries Reed, bursting off the mat with a Jumping Neckbreaker! Dick Morosi: Aries taking Christum down, but I think that took everything he had left in the tank! Everyone’s out on the mat. Aries is fighting for breath, trying to shake the cobwebs out. Christum, lying flat out on his back, is just staring at the ceiling, whilst Tsutomu slowly rolls over onto his front. With nobody moving, Chris Dawson starts the count! ONE TWO Aries on his front now, trying to get himself upright. THREE FOUR Aries gets up to one knee, then the other! Nishioka is still down, as Christum sits up! Aries charges straight in, laying a Soccer Kick into the small of Furor’s back, before grabbing a handful of hair and “helping” him up! Before he can do anything know, Furor drives an elbow into the midsection, doubling Aries up, and knocking him back, quickly following up with a Yakuza Kick, sending Aries reeling into the corner. Before Furor can capitalise, Tsutomu charges him, going for an Irish Whip, but Christum reverses it, sending Nishioka flying into another corner! Furor charges in, catching Tsutomu with a massive Corner Spear, driving the air out of him. He backs up, looking to repeat the attack, only for Aries to barrel out of him corner, catching Christum in a Waist Lock, before lifting him up and over with a Release German Suplex. Aries gives a quick flex, only to be caught out by Nishioka charging forward, and hitting a Schoolboy! Aries quickly kicks out, and as Tsutomu rolls up onto his feet, Christum erupts, and hooks Tsutomu up, before quickly delivering a German Suplex! Seth Ericson: And still the punishment continues, Dick! Even Nishioka can’t take many more blows like that to the head. Aries rolls out of the ring, as both Tsutomu and Christum get back to their feet, slowly. As the crowd cheers both men on, willing them on, Tsutomu bursts forward, catching Christum with a massive right, rocking the Mad God. Shaking his head, Christum comes back… and gets another huge right from Nishioka, again staggering him! With this, Tsutomu runs to the ropes, running back… straight into a Discus Elbow Smash from Furor! Nishioka staggers back, into the ropes! Christum quickly follows, hooking Tsutomu’s arms over the top rope, before delivering a massive Open Handed Slap to Nishioka’s exposed chest! Nishoka collapses to the mat under the force of the blow, as Christum strolls back to the middle of the ring, shrugging as he does so. As he does so, he doesn’t see Nishioka do a push up, pushing himself off the mat, and with a display of strength up onto his feet, before charging forward, catching Christum as he turns with a huge Clothesline, sending Christum crashing down, as Aries slides back into the ring. Aries charges Tsutomu, ducking the Clothesline attempt. Reed comes back off the other ropes, ducking another Clothesline… which Furor catches! Twisting Tsutomu around, he whips him out with a Short Irish Whip, before hitting the Lightning Blade! Nishioka staggers from the force of the impact, straight into the waiting arms of Aries Reed, who hits him with a T-Bone Suplex! Dick Morosi: An unexpected double team from Aries and Christum there! I think Nishioka may be out of it! Seth Ericson: NO! That means one of these two is going to win. Aries? Christum? The option is too horrible! As Aries gets upright, Christum charges forward, going for a massive Yakuza Kick to Aries Reed, only for Aries to roll out of the way! Before Christum can react, Aries hits a Low Dropkick to the back of his knee, bringing him down, before locking in his Dragon Sleeper/Bodyscissors Combination! Furor fights straight back, furiously clawing as Reed’s arms, whilst refusing to go down to the mat! Dick Morosi: Such strength and resolve from Furor! Reed continues to keep the move cinched in, everyone watching...WHEN SUDDENLY THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA START TO FLICKER! The crowd starts to erupt, even more with the PA System starting to play "512" by Lamb of God. Seth Ericson: ...no. Dick Morosi: YES! CHO'ONINGEN IS HERE IN LAS VEGAS! The alter ego of Genji Yamato stands at the entrance as Aries Reed starts to get up, staring down the monster that he's taunted and called out in recent weeks. He starts screaming at Cho'oningen, daring him to come down to the ring to face him. The crowd starts to erupt, and Reed begins licking his chops as he waits for the confrontation, only for the man...to stop. If you could tell, a smirk starts to creep up upon the face of the man before he points his finger to motion for Reed to look behind him, and Reed turns around....TO SEE FUROR STANDING! With a roar, he scoops Aries up… and brings him crashing down with a huge Scoop Brainbuster! Seth Ericson: THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT! As much as I hate it, I think Furor has this. Christum covers for the pin. ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, advancing to the Honor Cup finals… CHRISTUM FUROOOOORRRRRR!!!! Leaving Aries laid out on the mat, Christum leans back on his knees, flicking his hair back as he does so. Dick Morosi: Well, there we go, Christum Furor is in the final of the Honor Cup, to face the winner of our second semi-final. Seth Ericson: That’s going to be either DeMarcus Gresham, Sally Talfourd or Michiko Yamada. I hope to God above it’s Sally. That’ll be a match for the ages. Still in the ring, Furor has spread his arms wide in the crucifixion pose, still on his knees, eyes closed, letting the roar of the crowd wash over him, before getting back to his feet, and looking about the arena with a killer glare. WINNER: Christum FurorWhile the former two time World Champion continues to pose, the feed suddenly heads backstage where we immediately hear the sound of footsteps and hysterical laughter - all of which belong to the enigmatic Black Jones. As the crowd cheers for the fan favorite in the background, the Philadelphian continues to laugh to himself as he navigates the area. Black Jones: Gahahaha... hahahaaaa! Mannnnn! That sh* t cray! The former Tag Team and San Diego Bay Champion suddenly stops in his tracks, wiping a make believe tear from his eyes as he's suddenly approached by Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: Hey, Black. What's going on? Jones stands upstraight, then wraps his arm around Tom's shoulder as the two begin walking. Black Jones: Broooo... HAHAHAAAA! I'm done yooooo... Hahaaaa! I can't even... HA! Tom furrows his brow as the opinionated star continues to chuckle. Tom Matheny: Hey Black, what's so funny? Their joint march suddenly comes to an abrupt halt as Jones takes his arm from around Matheny, placing it on his hip as Tom lifts the microphone up to get his response. Black Jones: What's funny? Bro, you know it's the joke that keeps on going. Aries Reed! If he could read, between the lines he would've known that he should've took a dive cause' there wasn't no way in hell he was leaving with the Honor Cup tonight! The Fresh Prince of EXODUS bombasts with a huge grin. Black Jones: I told him. Real recognize real, and he always looked unfamiliar. But this is what happens when you a cold hard lame. You end up getting your ass handed to you and Tom, that was fun to watch. I swear to God I haven't enjoyed watching anything in my life more than I enjoyed seeing Aries Reed failing yet AGAIN. And now that you took that L' playboy, go on back to the Revolution hideout, do some blow and sip a little Dirty Sprite like I know ya'll baseheads be doing, and dust yourself off cause I want you to feel like you. Jones looks right into the camera now, pointing at it and more importantly, at the man he's addressing. Black Jones: And be that same loud mouthed, overconfident jackass that you always are because I want you at your best when I come to wreck you for not checking yourself. And it's long overdue, kid. We've got unfinished business, and I'm gonna rip them tight ass braids out your dirty ass head and shove them down that hole in your ugly ass face, you feel me? The crowd pops in the background, as Jones holds up two fingers. Black Jones: Now on to clown number two... oh I ain't forgot about you, Shozo. Nah, Black Jones don't never forget. I remember what you did to my boy Tom. He just woke up in the spital' and he only had one thing to say to me - "Do You!" And so I'm gone do me by doing a number on you. But I know I gotta wait my turn. So check it, I'm just gone wait in line with my ticket, and watch as BASED SHINJI! He yes loudly as the crowd pops at the mention of the Pacific Coast Champion. Black Jones: Beats your punk ass from pillar to post. And when he's finished catching wreck, I'm gone punch my ticket by punching... kicking... and slamming you again and again. I'm gone beat you like you stole something! That ain't a threat either. We don't do those over here, son. Nah. I'm from the streets. I was West Philadelphia born and raised! Before he can finish, Tom follows up enthusiastically. Tom Matheny: ON THE PLAYGROUND IS WHERE HE SPENT MOST OF HIS DAYS! Jones nods in approval before continuing. Black Jones: And on that playground is where I learned how to be a man. It's where I learned how to handle my business. And Shozo, I swear I'm gone give you the business before its all said and done. Mr. Half Man - Half Amazing holds up a third finger now. Black Jones: And speaking of business, I got something to say to the herb who thinks he's the best in the business. Listen up Chrissy, and listen good. You got the game F'd up homie. You been running your mouth talking all tough on Twitter but we don't do that posturing in the streets. It's on sight. That's how we do things, and that's how we gone do things. Collins already sanctioned that match. You been talking greasy about me, but I'm finna show you what happens when you try to mess with the kid! You end up going down like Chris Hansen jumped out of the bushes. Jones grins as he takes the microphone and looks right into the camera. Black Jones: I told you homie, this about to be the worst month of your life. Tonight, my boy CK is finna beat you like a cliche, then he's gone climb that ladder, take that World Title, and then we gone celebrate like Sanford and Son in the junkyard. And two weeks after you take that L', you gone catch these hands, and the biggest fade of your life. Now holla at your boy! Jones hands Matheny the microphone as throws up the Westside hand gesture before the feed returns back to ringside.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 17, 2015 19:52:04 GMT -6
Nicole Matthews and Portia Perez. Someone else pick now.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 15, 2015 16:53:48 GMT -6
Battle Without Honor or Humanity II: The Sound of Violence July 27th, 2015 Hard Rock Hotel & Casino, Las Vegas, NV RP AND SEGMENT Deadline: Central Time Noon July 26th, 2015 CST UTC-6 hours Greenwich Mean Sunday, March 1st, 2015 at 6:00:00 PM UTC Eastern Time Sunday, July 26th, 2014 at 1:00:00 PM EST UTC-5 hours Pacific Time Sunday, July 26th, 2014 at 10:00:00 AM SEGMENT DEADLINE: 24 HOURS AFTER RP DEADLINE MAIN EVENT: LADDER WAR!
CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. CHRISTIAN KANE - Last time these two crossed paths, the match went to a 60 minute draw. This time, the two men meet in a match that has no choice but to give the world a decisive winner! Ladders will come into play when Christian Kane and Chris Strike add one more chapter to their legendary rivalry, and with The Pantheon at Strike's back, Christian Kane is going to need to know he's got his back watched that night. A win gives Christian Kane the World Title he's been elusively chasing for two years, while a loss may set back Kane in ways he cannot begin to comprehend. Who will leave Vegas having successfully rolled the dice? HONOR CUP FINAL!
SEMIFINALIST 1 vs. SEMIFINALIST 2 - Who could they be? READ ON! INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH: MONSTER MEETS MONSTER!
JUSTIN BROOKS (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. SAVANNAH TAYLOR - The last time these two met, Savannah Taylor came up just short in her attempt to pry the International Title from Justin Brooks. Now in their rematch, Savannah Taylor holds the cards. It's her hometown, it's her psychological advantage after a brutal attack from the Las Vegas Siren, and it's her momentum with Brooks being consumed with taking her out. Now in this rematch from The War Isn't Over Yet, can Savannah Taylor cross the threshold and win the International Title? UNSANCTIONED: NO ROPE BARBED WIRE MATCH!
FIONA COLLINS vs. MARA - This war has consumed the first half of 2015 for Fiona Collins, and it took a well timed Shinigami from Fiona to remind the world that she was still very serious about regaining the World Title she lost close to two years ago. Despite having no actual sanction from the front office, Fiona Collins and mara meet in a violent no rope barbed wire match! With Fiona having been in some of the most violent matches in company history in the very first Chairshot Survival match, along with several other brutal matches, The ACE of EXODUS meets her most difficult challenge in the form of her sister in law. Who will leave the netting of barbed wire victorious? SAN DIEGO TITLE MATCH: CHAIRSHOT SURVIVAL MATCH!
RUBY TYLER (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) vs. KEVIN HARDAWAY - One of the most violent and brutal feuds in EXODUS history comes to an end with a match so violent and brutal, it's only been done once before! A Chairshot Survival match means that the loser must not be able to answer a ten count after a chairshot. Given what medical science has told us about the science of high impact chair shots in recent years, this could be something that shaves years off lives and careers! The San Diego Bay Champion has to come face to face with the man that nearly destroyed her windpipe at The War Isn't Over Yet! Can Ruby Tyler overcome the killer known as Kevin Hardaway, or will she find herself his next victim? PACIFIC COAST TITLE MATCH: FORMER FRIENDS COLLIDE!
SHINJI UCHIKAWA (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. SHOZO - No match on this show may be more personal than this Pacific Coast Title match. Shozo Arino has become massively unhinged and has gone through great lengths to break and destroy everything that Shinji Uchikawa has grown to love. Now in this emotionally charged Pacific Coast Title match, Shinji will defend the belt against his former Gen2 partner! The duo will no doubt have a lot of aggression to let out, but who will leave victorious? (R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING WORLD TITLE MATCH: TITLE VS. CAREER!
CAREY CALDWELL((R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion) vs. MISTRESS VIVI - It's one of the most personal RW Title matches to date. Mistress Vivi was willing to put up her RW career against Carey Caldwell for this World Title shot! After getting favor from mara in the form of The Uroboros and taking a cheap shot at Siobhan Mahoney, Vivi has begun to get under the skin of the RW Champ. However, he has returned in kind over the past few weeks by showing her that Naiser King no longer has loyalty to her, but his new band of brothers in The War Machines. Now the two meet up to settle the grudge and with the World Title on the line! TAG TEAM GRUDGE MATCH: ERADICATING PROBLEMS!
BEOWULF & SAIKOSOMA vs. CHUCK MATTHEWS & ZACK LIFER - In a match Michelle Collins and Nicholas Gray actually AGREED on, The Storm duo of Beowulf and Saikosoma meet the disliked duo of Chuck Matthews and Zack Lifer. Given Beowulf's absolute disdain of Zack Lifer, it's almost a sure bet that he's chomping at the bit to make this match happen. The two teams have a lot at stake, so it's a sure bet that things will get interesting when this match happens! HONOR CUP SEMIFINAL: THE WAR RAGES ON!
DEMARCUS GRESHAM vs. SALLY TALFOURD vs. MICHIKO YAMADA - The semifinals of the Honor Cup wrap up when the outsider duo of DeMarcus Gresham and Michiko Yamada meet the woman holding the banner of EXODUS Pro high in the form of Sally Talfourd! Talfourd has been a bit of an island over the past few months since her return, but Talfourd has vowed to regain the trust of the fans. Can she take out the invaders and move to the Honor Cup finals? Or will it be Michiko Yamada, the angry young woman? Perhaps it will be "Gifted" DeMarcus Gresham, who has promised to enlighten the company as he has recently declared himself Public Enemy #1? HONOR CUP SEMIFINAL: FROM THE MOUTHS OF MADNESS!
CHRISTUM FUROR vs. TSUTUOMU NISHIOKA vs. ARIES REED - There's enough words spoken by these three over the past year to fill several books, but these three will stop talking and get to fighting in this Honor Cup Semifinal match when the returning Christum Furor meets Mr. Hard Body Tsutomu Nishioka and Aries Reed! Reed has been on fire the past several weeks, including a victory over the legendary Genji Yamato. Who will walk out victorious and move onto the finals?
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 15, 2015 16:19:11 GMT -6
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 13, 2015 22:33:02 GMT -6
After all this, we cut to Dick and Seth! Dick Morosi: Folks, it's been an amazing ride. We've seen some amazing matches, so we're hoping you have it in you for just one more match. Seth Ericson: FOLKS, HE'S SAYING IT'S MAIN EVENT TIME. GOD, GET ON WITH IT, DICK! Dick Morosi: It's a huge six man tag match! The disrespectful REVOLUTION trio of Aries Reed, GRENDEL, and SHOZO meet the legendary duo of Kazuma Fujita and Genji Yamato along with their partner, the Pacific Coast Champion Shinji Uchikawa! That match...IT'S NEXT! EXODUS VS. KJPW SIX MAN TAG REVOLUTION (Aries Reed, GRENDEL, & SHOZO) vs. KAZUMA FUJITA, GENJI YAMATO, & SHINJI UCHIKAWADavid Zinkus: The following contest...IS YOUR MAIN EVENT...and it is a six-man tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Boos fill the RIMAC as James Newton Taylor's "The Hanging Tree" comes over the speakers, and the hulking form of GRENDEL emerges through a cloud of smoke. He rolls his neck as he's joined by Aries Reed to his left and SHOZO to his right, the former in his long jacket, the latter in his hood. All three have matching black REVOLUTION T-shirts and armbands. They begin a purposeful walk to ringside, SHOZO looking emotionless at the ring and Aries with a sly smirk, GRENDEL with a snarl as his inner rage starts to bubble. David Zinkus can barely disguise the anger and fear in his voice at the group who assaulted him weeks ago as he makes the announcement. David Zinkus: Introducing first, representing REVOLUTION...at a combined weight of seven hundred and forty pounds...Aries Reed... SHOZO... and GRENDEL...! The lack of an energetic entry makes the trio take to the ring that much faster - GRENDEL stepping over the the top rope, Aries stepping through, and SHOZO flipping over between them. The 6'10" behemoth raises his arms in the centre of the ring while his friends hop up on hard camera side turnbuckles and pose, and an explosion of pyro rocks the building to the THUNDEROUS boos from the crowd at the RIMAC. Once finished, “The Hanging Tree” fades from the PA system and Aries Reed is barking over at Zinkus’ lack of excitement and for him to be a goddamn professional going forward in the future or else he’ll find Mama Zinkus and take her to a special farm sometime in the future. Seth Ericson: ...No class whatsoever by these pricks… Dick Morosi: Folks, normally, we pride ourselves in being professionals. But the sight of these three men and their other associate in Devan Whitmore has become something that sickens us to our very stomach due to their heinous actions over the past few weeks...and tonight, it’s a HUGE opportunity for the REVOLUTION to perhaps be silenced once and for all by the three men they face here at EXODUS Kingdom 2. The arena lights start to dim as the crowd starts to anticipate the arrival of someone as the soft intro from The Glitch Mob's remix of "Seven Nation Army" starts to get louder and louder before lyrics... I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time, right behind my back And I'm talkin' to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette
And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone... And as the beat drops, the lights quickly come to light, Shinji Uchikawa standing at center stage with the fact that his friend and manager Tom Higashikata is still missing due to being put in a coma by SHOZO! The lights continue to pulse at the heavy beat as Shinji looks out at the crowd, taking a deep breath before he slowly starts to walk down as the heavy beat disappears again to once again go into the second verse. David Zinkus: And their opponents...first, from Saeki-ku, Hiroshima, Japan, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...REPRESENTING EXODUS PRO AND KINGDOM OF JAPAN, HE IS THE CURRENT EXODUS PRO PACIFIC COAST CHAMPION...HE IS “THE SENTINEL,” UCHIKAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… SHINNNNNNNNNNNJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!! Don't wanna hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell And if I catch it comin' back my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home... And once again, the beat kicks in, and Shinji hits the ringside area, slapping hands with a bunch of fans, all before stopping by the front row area where several of the Section B kids managed to score seats, all before hugging his friends who have started a "UCH-I-KA-WA!" chant for him before he slowly hops up to the apron before stepping into the ring and rolling to a knee before spreading his arms wide as a light shines down on him as the crowd erupts, his eyes not leaving the REVOLUTION members who are now up against a nearby corner, staring him down just the same as “Seven Nation Army” fades while he hands his Pacific Coast title to the referee to put away! Dick Morosi: And Shinji Uchikawa looks ready for a FIGHT here tonight, Seth. Seth Ericson: This man has been taunted and tortured by this faction of people for a long time, Dick...and you gotta believe that some semblance of retribution could be achieved here if he helps put them down tonight, especially after what his former friend SHOZO did to his actual best friend Tom Higashikata. As Shinji takes his steps towards a neutral corner of his own, he looks on towards the rant as chants of "YA-MA-TO!" began shooting from parts of the crowd at the RIMAC, while the other part tries to start a “FIGHT-ING LOVE!” chant. But they finally all turn their attention to the ramp as the opening beat to “Climbatize” by the Prodigy is queued, causing an eruption of cheers from the nostalgic fans! Even more, the chants rise up from the crowd along as the music continues to build on and as the bass line hits, like a ninja, the revered “Living Legend” popped from the curtain, immediately striking his “FIGHTING LOVE!” at the ramp to an explosive reaction! David Zinkus: And his partner...from Sumida, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds...REPRESENTING KINGDOM OF JAPAN, HE IS “FIGHTING LOVE,” HE IS...YAMAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...GENJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Radiating with charisma and poise, Genji Yamato made his way down entered the ring locking eyes with his fated opponents before entering the ring - and going so far to as once more strike his trademark “FIGHTING LOVE” pose right in REVOLUTION's face, garnering a huge reaction from the RIMAC as the “FIGHT-ING LOVE” chants grew louder while the streamers rain down upon the squared circle. He doesn’t hesitate for a moment to point at Aries Reed that his time is coming as Reed jaws at him from the REVOLUTION corner as he joins Shinji Uchikawa in the other neutral corner, giving a few pieces of advice to his stable compatriot and kouhai while they await for their partner! Dick Morosi: Two weeks ago, we saw Genji Yamato go to war against Aries Reed in the Honor Cup semifinals and while Reed managed the victory against him, it was his actions post-match at trying to take out the legendary Genji Yamato that have got the two of them going at it like this… Seth Ericson: Add that to the fact that Aries Reed’s mouth writes checks his body doesn’t often cash and you’ve got a recipe for some good old-fashioned violence between these two. The RIMAC Arena’s lights dimmed once more, bringing the crowd to a swift, but eerie hush. Just when the silence seemed to drag on too long, the opening chords of "NEVER SURRENDER" by Lion - the unmistakable theme song of “Mr. 300%” Kazuma Fujita brought nearly all of the capacity crowd in San Diego to their feet! The deafening chants of "FU-JI-TA!" flooded every square-inch of RIMAC Arena. With an aged look of determination, Fujita emerged onto the entranceway to a local hero's welcome, the the J1 Rikidozan/Neo Japan Pro Wrestling Unified Heavyweight Champion basking in the reaction as he wore the Unified Double Titles on each of his shoulders, the lights around the arena swirling all over at a rapid pace. David Zinkus: And their partner...Sakai, Osaka Prefecture, Japan, weighing in at a two hundred and sixty-nine pounds...REPRESENTING KINGDOM OF JAPAN, HE IS THE J1 RIKIDOZAN & NEO JAPAN PRO WRESTLING UNIFIED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, HE IS “MR. 300%,” HE IS...FUJITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…KAAAAAAAZUUUUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The “FU-JI-TA” chants grew louder as he makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring to much fanfare, nodding in approval and perhaps a bit of surprise by this hardcore crowd’s reaction as he walks up the steps and enters through the ropes, taking to the center of the ring and grabbing on to each of the belts on his shoulders and raising them proudly in the air as more streamers come raining down into the ring from the EXODUS Pro faithful. Fujita nods, screaming out his approval to the fans in San Diego before joining his corner and greeting Yamato and Uchikawa. As the staff and workers outside the ring begin to clean up the streamers and “Never Surrender” fades away from the PA system, Fujita hands both of his championship belts to the referee Brian Lowery takes them and hands them off to the timekeeper before checking in on both corners… Dick Morosi: What an ovation for the Unified Double Titles champion here tonight and Kazuma Fujita, even at the age of forty-six, looks to be in the absolute best shape of his life. Seth Ericson: He’s a legend in Japan and one of the most respected figures in professional wrestling today, but he’s got to realize that the opposing corner has none of it for him. They would destroy him and his entire family if it meant clinging on to their fifteen minutes of fame like the parasites they are. Referee Brian Lowery goes ahead and makes the motion and the bell rings as it is Shinji Uchikawa who decides to start things off on the KJPW corner while it’s Aries Reed on the opposing one. As usual, Aries is more than ready to talk trash, asking Shinji how he’s holding up since SHOZO dropped Tom on his head quite a few times and sent him to the hospital. But even that comment isn’t enough to get a rise out of Uchikawa as he is ready to make his point where it actually matters...but as Shinji goes to come out of his corner and perhaps look for a lock-up, Aries...walks away from it and back towards his corner. In a “bored now” kind of manner, at that. The level of disrespect is enough to get boos out of the audience but those boos grow into a nuclear level when Aries Reed tags in SHOZO and the mentally unhinged member of the REVOLUTION takes to the ring as Shinji Uchikawa’s eyes widen! Seth Ericson: ...Oh boy… Dick Morosi: Seth, Aries Reed’s actions don’t surprise me at all but things could get out of hand and fast here...these two men were like brothers for a very long time and the fact they now stand in opposing corners in two completely different paths is the kind of tale that could fill up novels! Seth Ericson: But the important question here, Dick, is this...is Shinji going to fight SHOZO, at long last? The crowd almost falls into a silence as they realize what may be about to happen as SHOZO steps forward, staring a hole through Shinji Uchikawa as the two men are now face-to-face. SHOZO screams out if Shinji is actually ready to take him on and put an end to all of this or not. The camera pans over to Uchikawa for a moment and although there is a determination within him, something is still holding him back from going forward and against his former best friend and Gen2 compatriot. SHOZO yells out at Shinji if he’s finally ready to actually take his stand and fight him, but Uchikawa refuses to respond. It is at that point where things escalate as SHOZO steps forward...and back hands Shinji Uchikawa across the face as if he were his pimp! The crowd is not at all pleased by any of it, as they boo fiercely and even a “FUCK YOU SHOZO!” chant breaks out from certain sections...while SHOZO is screaming at Shinji to do something and not be a coward. “FIGHT ME, SHINJI! GODDAMMIT, FIGHT ME! FIGHT. ME!” But before we can wonder any further about the status of “The Sentinel” and if he’s going to take both the blatant disrespect and this fight, Uchikawa felt his shoulder get smacked, a tag being made...and the Principal of “FIGHTING LOVE” Genji Yamato comes off the corner. SHOZO almost looks disappointed as Genji exchanges some quick words with his fellow stable member, understanding his struggle and as his senpai, he’ll take on the fight against SHOZO to show a proper example of how it can be done. As Uchikawa goes back to the corner, SHOZO and Genji Yamato begin to circle around while inching closer to one another. Within reaching distance, both men begun grasping desperately at the other - hoping to grab a hand or even a limb! However, SHOZO tactically break aways before Yamato can even attempt to capitalize. SHOZO smirks, stating it’s not going to be that easy as he returns to circling around and finally, the two locked up in a collar-to-elbow tie-up. Being the larger wrestler of the two, Yamato overpowered SHOZO into the ropes immediately; prompting the referee to call for the break. Genji took a step back but instead of going for an attack to establish his advantage, he patted SHOZO gently on the chest before backing away; earning a nice bit of cheering from the EXPRO faithful! SHOZO isn’t particularly pleased by this, and he responded in kind with a SLAP ACROSS THE FACE OF GENJI YAMATO! “DON'T YOU DARE MOCK ME, YOU SHITTY OLD FOOL!” SHOZO shouted, although not at all surprising the crowd as they boo louder while Aries Reed laughs his ass off in the corner while GRENDEL smirks. Yamato has just about had it with the REVOLUTION nonsense as he shoves SHOZO back into the ropes, before blasting him across the chest with a blistering knife-edge chop! But SHOZO isn’t taking any of it either, prompting him to strike as he throws a sudden and swift pinpoint dropkick to Yamato's left knee and ankle, followed by another and as he gets Genji down to one knee, he concludes it with a sharp kick to Genji Yamato’s chest before dragging him by his head and right arm to their corner as he tags in Aries Reed with his free hand! SHOZO holds him long enough for Aries to come down with a swift kick across Yamato’s stomach and the “Blackest Sun of EXODUS” went to work, capitalizing on the left leg SHOZO started to work on with a soccer-style kick right to the shin of Genji before bringing the “Fighting Love” faction leader down to the mat with a drop toe hold in which Reed quickly transitioned into a front headlock. Genji gradually worked his way back to a vertical base, placing his hands around Reed’s during the hold and managing to gradually escape the headlock, turning it into a hammerlock of his own before moving behind Aries Reed, keeping the hold steady and as he starts to apply more pressure to it, Aries quickly makes his way towards the ropes, grabbing the top one with his free hand which forces senior official Brian Lowery to step in and tell Genji to break the hold. The crowd applauds this course of action and Aries Reed looks a bit shocked for a moment, before he holds up his arms again and looks over at Genji Yamato. The camera focus goes to Aries Reed, who is saying something about them getting off on the wrong foot a few weeks ago and...bowing as a means to apologize? Wait what? Seth Ericson: ...I’ve seen this movie before… Genji Yamato looks around at the crowd - who are basically telling him to NOT do the thing - and then at Aries Reed, who is still bowing, as if he wants Genji to do the same thing or something. With a cryptic smile, Yamato proceeds to bow as well...and it’s in that instant that Aries Reed springs up, his right leg swinging while screaming “GOTCHA BI-”...well, except for the part that unlike two weeks ago, Genji saw this coming and catches the soccer-like kick with his hands. The RIMAC cheers in approval as Yamato shakes his head at Reed before quickly tightening the hold on the leg of the “Blackest Sun” and taking it for a ride with a dragon screw! Aries quickly clutches the leg and rolls out through the bottom rope, the crowd applauding this particular display and the applause and cheers growing louder as Genji Yamato strikes the “FIGHTING LOVE!” pose in the center of the ring again and Aries Reed is about beside himself on the outside of the ring… Dick Morosi: You know what they say, Seth...fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice… Seth Ericson: Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’m just enjoying Reed’s little temper tantrum right now as Brian Lowery is counting. Indeed, we are a count of “THREE” at this point as Aries Reed is still double checking that his leg is in good condition and nothing weird happened after the dragon screw attack. However, Genji Yamato has other plans than just sitting around and waiting as he has taken off to the ropes and returned to the other side of the ring by sliding under the bottom rope and connecting with a baseball slide right to Aries’ sternum, sending the REVOLUTION member down to the protective mat on the outside. Showing his veteran ability, Yamato throws Aries back inside of the ring and with no wasted motion, he returns to the ring and quickly covers the young REVOLUTION member, focusing on putting all his weight across Reed’s chest without the hook of the leg: ONE! TWO - and Aries does kick out just after the second slap on the mat by senior official Brian Lowery but Genji immediately transitions from the quick fall into a headlock of his own. Aries struggles a few moments although he works himself back to a vertical base, but Genji holds tight, wrenching the neck, before Aries just charges him forwards into the ropes, using the momentum to force the veteran off of him. As Yamato comes back, Aries hits the deck and lets Genji step over him, before popping up to his feet, and going for a Hip Toss as Genji comes back once more. Yamato reverses it, however, into a Hip Toss attempt of his own, but Aries manages to block that reversal at the last minute with a stomp to the left leg of the leader of “FIGHTING LOVE,” causing Genji to let go of the hold. Without any hesitation, Reed proceeds to grab on to Genji by the tights and tosses him between the second and third rope to the outside of the ring...but does so right near the REVOLUTION’s corner. Reed then follows suit by running over to the KJPW corner and smashing his forearm right into Shinji Uchikawa, the impact sending him off the apron and colliding with the guard rail as the crowd boos loudly while he screams at Kazuma Fujita to try and do something about it. “Mr. 300%” is more than happy to try and take him on, but referee Brian Lowery steps in, stopping him from doing so and saying he’s not the legal man… ...oh yeah and meanwhile while this all happens, GRENDEL and SHOZO are taking their liberties on the outside with stomping the holy living hell out of Genji Yamato’s left leg and prone body. Seth Ericson: Aw come on Brian, you’ve seen this way too many times as a referee, stop focusing on Fujita and Aries and take a good look at the outside over here by us. Dick Morosi: The numbers game are something the REVOLUTION revels in and Genji Yamato is getting the full brunt of it. Folks, remember, they’re attacking the same leg that Yamato once broke in horrid fashion during his time in Mexico in October of 2002. Seth Ericson: This is your bi-weekly reminder to - you might wanna beep this one, Ginny - NOT GO TO [BEEP]ING MEXICO, by the way. Dick Morosi: Uh oh, GRENDEL’s got Yamato up and this doesn’t look good… Indeed, the behemoth of the REVOLUTION does have Genji Yamato up in a military press at this point and with a loud roar, he proceeds to basically fling Yamato towards the steel post like a lawn dart where the entirety of his left leg is the first thing that collides with the steel and the impact is enough to make the entirety of the RIMAC wince in pain as Genji SCREAMS in agony, clutching on to his left leg a few moments after falling back down on the protective mat as Brian Lowery now has finally noticed the commotion and is motioning SHOZO and GRENDEL to get back to their corners as he gets on the outside of the ring and goes to check up on Genji Yamato… ...and he throws an X up in the air with both hands within just a few moments of doing so. Dick Morosi: Things may have just gone from bad to worse here, folks...Genji Yamato needs some help here and we’ve already got medical staff coming down the ramp to do it. While the commotion is going on the outside and Aries Reed is doing the usual point and laugh routine along with complimenting SHOZO and GRENDEL on their handiwork, he doesn’t quite understand the fact that without Brian Lowery to stop him, Kazuma Fujita is finally inside the ring for the first time in this match. As Aries turns around, he ends up on the blunt end of a sharp elbow to the side of his head...and another...and another...and another as Fujita is going haywire with those before irish whipping Reed into the ropes and then catching him on the rebound with a back body drop. “Mr. 300%” is on the attack as he returns Aries Reed to his feet and proceeds to give the “Blackest Sun” a taste of some of the hardest knife-edged chops he’ll likely get hit with in his entire life, each chop ECHOING through the RIMAC as Brian Lowery returns to the ring while medical assistance is being given to Genji Yamato on the outside by EXODUS staff. As Fujita leans Reed back against the ropes again, GRENDEL reaches out with his massive frame and taps Aries’ right shoulder, the referee recognizing it as another chop finds the mark on Reed’s chest...but before it can go any further, GRENDEL menacingly steps over the ropes to get inside of the ring, staring down the six-foot-two Fujita with nothing short of disgust and unadulterated hatred for the veteran and what he stands for, with perhaps every intention to break him like he just may have done to Yamato a few minutes ago. Kazuma doesn’t back down, staring right up at GRENDEL’s frame and beckoning him to try and do something. Dick Morosi: GRENDEL is just staring down the Unified Double Titles champion, but you can bet that Fujita isn’t going to back down from this one. Seth Ericson: Kazuma Fujita has more experience and years inside of this ring than GRENDEL has years and experience at life. That says everything you need to know right there. The camera does pan over for a moment from the staredown to near the entrance ramp, as two medical staff members each are supporting Genji Yamato at each arm and gradually walking back up the ramp with him, making sure that he’s not throwing any weight down on the injured left leg as Yamato grimaces in pain, speaking with them in short sentences as if to explain how it feels while Shinji Uchikawa looks on, having returned to the apron from the earlier attack. Dick Morosi: And folks, we can see here that medical staff’s decided to take a closer look at Genji Yamato and he’s now being helped to the back. Seth Ericson: This isn’t good, Dick...for all we know, he’s out for the rest of this match and this just became a three-on-two affair and REVOLUTION is very good with the numbers game. GRENDEL makes the first move from the stare, blasting Kazuma Fujita with a tomahawk chop...which doesn’t even seem to phase “Mr. 300%.” Not one to be taken lightly, GRENDEL blasts Fujita with another tomahawk chop and showing why he’s considered the definition of BURNING SPIRIT, Fujita’s right arm swung up...and slapped the living piss out of GRENDEL’s face, the crowd at the RIMAC in absolute awe of both the notion and how sharply it connected, as Fujita SCREAMED at GRENDEL as if daring him to do better and GRENDEL responded in kind with a scream of his own by blasting Kazuma across the face with a sharp right hand that made the Unified Double Titles champion take a step back. GRENDEL continued with the right hands and each kept making Kazuma take a step back until he was cornered against the ropes. The hate filled monster of the REVOLUTION sent Kazuma Fujita flying across the ropes with a fierce irish whip and on his return, GRENDEL caught Fujita with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Immediately, GRENDEL placed his body weight around Fujita and covered him: ON- BUT KAZUMA FUJITA POWERS OUT OF IT BEFORE A ONE COUNT CAN EVEN BE REACHED!!! GRENDEL immediately mounts Fujita, blasting him with some sharp elbows to the face and then getting a headbutt in return from Fujita in a prone position for his troubles...which leads the big man to angrily drag Fujita up to his feet by sheer force and toss him shoulder-first into the nearest neutral corner’s steel post before retrieving him out of it before picking him up off his feet in position and then nailing Fujita with a brutal-looking shoulderbreaker before covering him once again: ONE!!!!! TW- AND FUJITA KICKS OUT YET AGAIN! GRENDEL is beside himself at this point, not amused that he’s getting sold short by the older wrestler as he pulls Fujita up to his feet and smacks him upside his face as retribution from the earlier slap he received, the RIMAC booing him for his blatant disrespect as he throws Fujita to the ropes again and then elevates “Mr. 300%” in the air as if for a pop-up attempt leading into his patented “Extinction Event” BUT FUJITA BLASTS GRENDEL WITH AN ENZIGURI INSTEAD AND THE BIG MAN IS TAKEN DOWN TO A KNEE IN THE PROCESS! Seeing this, Kazuma quickly returns to a standing position and proceeds to also pay back an earlier debt as he hits GRENDEL with closed-fist right hands to keep the big man to a kneeling position but the behemoth of the REVOLUTION is not one to say die as he shoves Fujita backward in strong fashion towards the ropes...but as Kazuma Fujita bounces back from them, he takes off on a run and before GRENDEL can attempt to stand back up… Dick Morosi: LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The crowd is an absolute SHOCK (and beside themselves with joy) as GRENDEL looks to be knocked out from what’s considered to be the strongest lariat on the goddamned planet right now. Fujita immediately falls onto a cover, reaching out to at hook one of GRENDEL’s legs in the process: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- BUT ARIES REED MAKES THE DIVING SAVE TO MAKE SURE THIS ISN’T A PINFALL! It is at this point where things break down as Shinji Uchikawa exits out of the apron and guns for Aries Reed, dodging a clothesline attempt from the “Blackest Sun” and then rolls around, blasting Aries with a Yakuza kick that sends him over the top rope and to the outside. Uchikawa quickly returns to the apron, noticing Fujita making his way over to their corner and he takes the tag in to relieve his mentor from bearing the strain on his own as he immediately goes for GRENDEL - who is back on one knee and shaking the cobwebs from that massive lariat he just took...only to get sent rudely back down to the mat by the Wide Awake rolling elbow from Uchikawa. But before Shinji can even so much as go for the cover, SHOZO emerges from the corner and BLASTS his former Gen2 tag team partner with a discus European uppercut that floors Uchikawa on the spot! Dick Morosi: Shinji just got nailed with the Past’s Erasure and once again Seth, the numbers game is entirely on REVOLUTION’s side. Seth Ericson: Those bastards knew exactly what they were doing when they went after Genji Yamato earlier in this match and now, they’re trying to pick apart the pieces like vultures they are… Showing that Seth’s example was indeed correct, Aries Reed is now back in the ring, still rubbing his jaw from the Yakuza Kick as he joins SHOZO in stomping on Uchikawa but that part gets cut short as Kazuma Fujita comes to the rescue of his kouhai with an attempt to lariat the living hell out of both REVOLUTION members at the same time...but SHOZO and Aries duck under the attempt and in return, both respond with synchronized superkicks to Kazuma Fujita’s temple, their combined effort being able to take down “Mr. 300%” to the mat. SHOZO doesn’t stop there, opting to mount Fujita and punch away at him while Reed assists GRENDEL back to his feet and the two members of Uncensored pick up Shinji Uchikawa and both men irish whipping Shinji into one of the corners, followed by GRENDEL whipping Aries into “The Sentinel” as Aries connects with a Corner Splash, which is then further followed by Aries pushing Shinji off the corner and right into the path of a Running Big Boot from GRENDEL thus concluding the REVOLUTION Express. Dick Morosi: This is getting ridiculous here, it’s pandemonium out here and if this doesn’t get stopped, we might have another episode where these disrespectful punks might try to destroy our entire arena again. Seth Ericson: Brian Lowery is trying to intervene but I’m pretty sure Aries just threatened him with a Black Sack, so...unl- But without any warning, the lights suddenly go out in the arena and the RIMAC cheers in pure surprised as the darkness remains in it for a few moments, guitar riffs suddenly emerging from the PA system and the lights beginning to swirl all around the arena, the REVOLUTION members continuing to stomp on the two prone KJPW representatives in the process, although looking quite confused while the song continues to play across it to the point where all of three of them do stop and they look on towards the ramp as the chorus of “512” by Lamb of God hit in full gear and the lights return with one man standing under the spotlight as the crowd ABSOLUTELY GOES INSANE… Dick Morosi: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! Seth Ericson: IS TH- NO WAY!!! COULD IT BE?!?!?! The man is draped in robes of red, black and gold with a matching hood and mask to follow suit and as the camera near the entrance ramp focuses on him and him alone, the members of REVOLUTION’s eyes widening in disbelief as the man begins to march down the ramp, staring a hole through them… MY HANDS ARE PAINTED REEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!! MY FUTURE’S PAINTED BLAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!! I CAN’T RECOGNIZE MYSELF! I’VE BECOME SOMEONE ELSE! MY HANDS ARE PAINTED RED! MY HANDS ARE PAINTED REEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!Seth Ericson: OH MY GOD IT IS HIM!!!!!!! Dick Morosi: Folks, let it be known that every man has a dark passenger within himself...and when they tap into it, you never know what is going to happen. But know this...the man before you is no longer the Principal of “FIGHTING LOVE!” Genji Yamato… As the man makes it all the way down the ramp, he stops, removing the robes and the hood slowly and exposing the full-on head mask that he has, the dragons on top of it, the matching red, black and gold gear to go with the robes and hood just disposed and his demeanor is a very simple one as he climbs up to the apron and enters the ring to stare down the three men at its center… He’s here to take a REVOLUTION off the air. Permanently. Dick Morosi: ...THIS IS CHO'ONINGEN!!!!! AND HE HAS COME TO BE THE ENDING OF A REVOLUTION! Cho'oningen doesn’t hesitate for a moment as before any of the REVOLUTION members can react, red mist spews out from his mouth and catches Aries Reed in full blast, as the “Blackest Sun” yells out in agony and goes down to the mat in an instant, clutching on to his face as SHOZO and GRENDEL look in absolute shock. SHOZO is the first one of two to attempt his luck, but his wild punch gets dodged, his right leg gets picked up and Cho'oningen connects with a dragon screw to him. GRENDEL yells out in anger, attempting to take his head off with a lariat but Cho'oningen sees it coming as he ducks under it and proceeds to connect with a series of short dropkicks to GRENDEL’s right knee, all the way until the behemoth of the REVOLUTION falls down to his knees. Cho'oningen then connects with a jumping rolling sole butt kick that catches GRENDEL just under the chin and floors the big man...but he doesn’t stop there, running to the ropes and on his return, CONNECTING WITH THE FLASHING ELBOW DROP! But examining the big man at large, Cho'oningen shakes his head as he moves to the corner where Aries Reed is attempting to stand up from and proceeds to cartwheel towards it before taking off and connecting with the SPACE ROLLING ELBOW to Reed’s jaw! And as SHOZO is standing up to one knee, Cho'oningen rushes him AND DAMN NEAR TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH THE DIAMOND BLUE! The dark passenger hasn’t had enough just yet, however, as he brings SHOZO up to his feet followed in and proceeds to nail him with a swift backbreaker before ascending up the top rope in the nearest turnbuckle...AND COMING OFF OF IT WITH A MOONSAULT!!!!!! Dick Morosi: AND CHO’ONINGEN IS CLEANING HOUSE HERE AT EXODUS KINGDOM 2!!!! Seth Ericson: SINGLE-HANDEDLY!!!!! THIS CROWD IS GOING CRAZY, DICK! I’M GOING CRAZY! I BET YOU EVEN PEOPLE AT HOME ARE GOING CRAZY!!!! Finally having downed all three REVOLUTION members, Cho'oningen looks around as Shinji Uchikawa and Kazuma Fujita are still recovering on the mat, Shinji reaching out towards the ropes while Fujita is sitting up. But as he notices GRENDEL clutching to his chest and showing signs of consciousness, Cho'oningen is ready to focus on him, stalking him for perhaps another Diamond Blue...unfortunately, what he doesn’t see is that Aries Reed’s cleared out his vision enough at this point to reach out under his trunks and pulls out a leather glove before immediately darting out and SMACKING Cho'oningen across the face with it! ...Except instead of having the desired effect of a disgusted wince and a backwards step, it just earns Cho'oningen’s ire that much more as the masked wrestler stares a hole through Aries Reed. Dick Morosi: Aries Reed just hit Cho'oningen with the Black Sack, but it might as well have had the same effect as a fly landing on your shoulder... Reed shakes his head in pure disbelief as he backs up for a moment and that’s enough for Cho'oningen to run right at him, going for a lariat attempt but Aries shows off an unique moment of smarts as he grabs on to the top rope and lets Cho'oningen sail on through the top rope and right to the outside. Grinning like a fool, Aries Reed’s focus returns to the leather glove in order to put it back under his tights...but as he goes to pick it up, HE IS IMMEDIATELY GRABBED BY KAZUMA FUJITA… Seth Ericson: ...And it was at this moment where Aries Reed knew - beep it, Ginny - he [BEEP]ed up! ...AND THEN POWERBOMBED RIGHT ON THE SPOT BY THE UNIFIED DOUBLE TITLES CHAMPION! But as Fujita’s gaze is about to turn onto the actual legal man of the REVOLUTION side of things, Kazuma is caught by the throat by GRENDEL and then nearly elevated seven to eight feet in the air as GRENDEL showcases his strength with a massive CHOKESLAM! Dick Morosi: And now GRENDEL with an earth-shattering CHOKESLAM! This is devolving into pandemonium all over again! Seth Ericson: BUT WAIT, DICK, LOOK AT SHINJI!!!! Before anything else can be said, the camera catches Shinji Uchikawa doing something unusual for his repertoire of moves, which is springboarding off the ropes and catching GRENDEL with a pair of knees to the back of his skull...that with the assistance of that thing known as gravity help bring the behemoth down to the mat once again and the impact is definitely heard throughout the RIMAC. Without any wasted notions, Shinji Uchikawa proceeds to move to GRENDEL and gradually trap both of the big man’s arms before turning him over in an inverted crossface, cranking up the pressure immediately as GRENDEL realizes his own predicament and begins to try to furiously fight it… Dick Morosi: TADAIMA!!!!!! UCHIKAWA HAS IT LOCKED IN!!!! Seth Ericson: Damn near the center of the ring too, Dick! GRENDEL may have no choice but to submit! GRENDEL screams out in pain, his arms and legs swinging all over and trying to do his best to escape as Uchikawa keeps the hold intensely, screaming back at GRENDEL that he will make him tap no matter what and as the hold keeps on being held, GRENDEL seems on the verge of fading away… Of course, that’s until fucking SHOZO comes running off the ropes and nails Shinji in the back of the head with a Bakatare Sliding Kick known to the world as TIME HAS CHANGED!!!! As Uchikawa falls unconscious on his side of things and the hold is forcibly broken, SHOZO doesn’t waste any time on picking up his former best friend, screaming at him “THIS IS WHAT IS GOING TO KEEP HAPPENING UNTIL YOU FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD!” before throwing Shinji Uchikawa right onto GRENDEL’s path, as GRENDEL elevates him in the air and drills him with the EXTINCTION EVENT as the RIMAC crowd boos fiercely as SHOZO looks around the ringside area and makes sure to dropkick Kazuma Fujita off the apron before going outside to make sure no further interferences can happen as GRENDEL hooks Uchikawa’s leg and covers him: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cho'oningen sees this and he is ready to slide back into the ring after having gotten the advantage in a brawl outside with Aries Reed... TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...but before he can get all the way inside, Aries Reed holds on to his right leg for dear life, impeding him from getting anywhere close to the cover... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bell sounds and a gasp of disappointment followed by some fierce boos echo through the RIMAC as “The Hanging Tree” begins to play over the PA system and David Zinkus makes the announcement, showing to be as annoyed as everyone else inside the arena: David Zinkus: …*sigh*...here are your winners...REVOLUTION… WINNER: REVOLUTIONAries Reed is cackling like a mad man now while getting out of dodge near the ramp, following SHOZO’s cue as GRENDEL joins them shortly while Cho'oningen and Kazuma Fujita slide back inside the ring, with Fujita checking up on the fallen Uchikawa while Cho'oningen stares a hole through all three members of REVOLUTION as they raise their arms up in the air, SHOZO looking emotionless as ever as his gaze seems to still be on the fallen Uchikawa. Dick Morosi: The REVOLUTION outright steals one here tonight with the numbers gain and as best as they have fought, it wasn’t enough… Seth Ericson: ...It wasn’t enough because Shinji Uchikawa refused to fight SHOZO, Dick. Plain and simple as that. I get there’s an inner struggle there, but how much more can SHOZO and the REVOLUTION take from our Pacific Coast champion before he finally gets it that he HAS to fight SHOZO! HE HAS TO, DICK! Dick Morosi: Nevertheless, it has been a historic night here at EXODUS Kingdom 2 and alongside KINGDOM OF JAPAN PRO WRESTLING, we would like to thank you for being here with us. For Seth Ericson, I’m Dick Morosi and we will see you in two weeks at Battle Without Honor or Humanity 2! The credits roll on as the REVOLUTION members are at the top of the ramp, celebrating their victory with Devan Whitmore who joined them at the ramp, all four of them with their arms up and each of them staring defiantly at the KJPW guard inside of the ring...
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The camera fades up backstage, where we are met with the sight of a face we haven’t seen on EXODUS Pro television since The Autumn Effect 2. Jonathan Collins is giving some kind of tour to Taniguchi-san of KJPW and Señor Rodríguez of HELL, Mister Collins caught on camera for the first time since Autumn Effect 2. As we join them, the two international visitors are laughing politely at some joke Collins has just told. Jonathan Collins: Anyhow, as you can see, we've made some major updates to our broadcast set up, and... oh no Jonathan stops what he's saying, just as Aries Reed enters the frame. Aries starts to open his mouth, but Jonathan cuts him off. Jonathan Collins: Mr. Reed….whatever the hell it is you want, just, not now, ok? Aries Reed: Whoa whoa whoa! What's with the hostility? I would've thought we were past all of that? I've been a good boy, Johnny-Boy. No fines, no obscene gestures....I followed the rules. Aries seems to notice, for the first time, the two besuited men with him. Aries Reed: Oh, I see how it is. You showing some VIPs around, in walks Aries Reed, quick, shut him up before he manages to offend Squinty and the Bean. Taniguchi-san and Señor Rodríguez both simultaneously start to frown. Jonathan Collins: Aries... Aries Reed: Naw, you don't say nothin'. You showing these crusty ass coffin dodgers around, you ain't got no time for the likes of me until I screw something up for you, right? The ol' Zack Lifer treatment, I get it. Diego Rodríguez: Crusty ass? Go Taniguchi: Coffin dodgers? Aries Reed: I didn't s-s-s-s-s-s-stutter, did I? Taniguchi-san and Señor Rodríguez both turn to Collins. Diego Rodríguez: These insults are unacceptable, Señor Collins. I demand satisfaction. Jonathan Collins: Aries, I’m not having this. Apologize, shut the hell up, and I’ll deal with whatever you want later. Go Taniguchi: Collins-san, we all know the value of an apology from Aries Reed. No, let me book him to face... Diego Rodríguez: No, unacceptable. The insult to me was greater, I demand to... Go Taniguchi: Excuse me, but I am co-hosting tonight. Honor demands I be allowed to arrange a champion to fight him. Diego Rodríguez: And I am your guest. Both of your guest. I must insist you allow me choose a representative to extract a meaningful apology from this honorless dog. Jonathan Collins: You know something? I’ve got an idea. Gentlemen, don’t mind me. Both men stop arguing, and face Collins. Aries is just laughing, enjoying the chaos he has sown. Jonathan Collins: Why don't you both select a representative to face Mister Reed. Together, in a Handicap match for... let me see... the first show after Battle? The three suited men stop a moment, and turn to face Aries, smiling, their grins working to replace the one that has left Aries' face. Go Taniguchi: A most elegant solution. Diego Rodríguez: Si, I agree. The three men turn, and walk away from Aries, who's left scratching his head after he shouts after them. Aries Reed: HEY, HEY! WHAT I DO TO DESERVE THAT? CAN'T YOU GUYS TAKE A JOKE?! HEY! The camera crossfades to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Aries Reed...again, ladies and gentlemen. Seth Ericson: You know, I say some horrible things here, but I take solace in the fact I've never sounded as bad as Aries. Dick Morosi: Aries has put himself in an unenviable position here, going up against a representative from HELL and a representative from KJPW in a few weeks' time. Seth Ericson: Let's hope they show mercy on him and it's not our next KJPW representative. Dick Morosi: Folks, this is a big one here! It's a Champion vs. Champion affair when WWA National Champion Norihiro Akashi meets the (R)Evolution World Champion Carey Caldwell! We've got a doozy on our hands, and it's next! Let's go to the ring! KJPW VS. (R)W CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION NORIHIRO AKASHI (WWA National Champion) vs. CAREY CALDWELL ((R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion)The lights in the arena start to dim as the orchestral opening of "Unstoppable" by E.S. Posthumus starts. The crowd is unsure of what's about to transpire, but as the music slowly kicks off its intro before a pause into more strings and synth, followed by drums, the crowd gives a mixed reaction to the arrival of the "Nightmare Child" Norihiro Akashi! David Zinkus: Introducing first...from Ushizu, Saga, Japan...weighing in tonight at 107 kilograms...he is the WWA National Heavyweight Champion...REPRESENTING KINGDOM OF JAPAN PRO WRESTLING, HE IS THE NIGHTMARE CHILD! HE IS THE MADNESS JOKER! HE IS....NORIHIRRRRROOOOOOOOOO AKASHI!!!!!! The crowd continues to have a mixed reaction, even more because some of the fans have grown to love his metamorphosis away from HATE and G&M since going back to KJPW. As the crowd watches him saunter to the ring, he steps in and they begin to cheer and throw streamers in as he begins to pose, holding his title high above his head! The crowd reacts as he slowly goes to his corner and crouches in wait for his opponent. Dick Morosi: Seth, nobody here is a stranger to Norihiro Akashi, and he's no stranger to this crowd. Tonight, he's got one of the most talked about individuals in (R)Evolution Wrestling in recent weeks, its World Champion, Carey Caldwell. Seth Ericson: Carey's been solid, Dick. He's been taking on the world and beating them, but he's facing a world class athlete here. That said, he may just meet his match. Dick Morosi: We'll find out, because here comes the self-proclaimed last of his kind! The lights in the arena dim as the chugging riff intro of "Take Out the Gunman" by Chevelle begins! I awoke when the light hit me right in the temple Felt something cold touch my toes as it passed. Might not be the face you'd expect But he's clearly insane Got me pegged in the back! As soon as the drums kick in with the heavy chorus, a silhouette stands at the entrance, the shadow of the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Title dragging along the ground as the crowd pops as soon as Carey Caldwell starts trudging out toward the ring! Flinging the belt around his shoulder, Carey walks down accompanied by Siobhan Mahoney! Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up Point the gun at the eyes Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight Gonna take out the gunman! Carey starts to walk down the aisle, slapping a few hands as he looks on at the ring. Wearing a leather kutte with the War Machines logo on the back, along with a sleeveless hoodie underneath which has the hood over his head and a bandana over his face from the nose down, he starts to slap a few hands again as he hits the ringside area, walking around the ring before tossing the belt into the ring and rolling in, grabbing it as soon as he does, going to a corner as he leans his head back to flip off the hood, raising his hand with the title to the sky as he pulls down the bandana with his free hand! Carey looks around at the crowd as he looks absolutely intense and ready for action. Hopping off the corner and going to another one with the belt still in hand, he raises both hands to the air this time as he makes sure to go to the one closest to his old Section B friends. Pointing at them as he makes his way off the corner, he goes to his as Siobhan already stands there, starting to roll the kutte and hoodie off his back while he stares down Akashi, already has S☆S Star as his second. The bell rings and the two men meet in the center of the ring with their titles in their hands, both of them looking like they're trading words. Carey and Akashi seem unwilling to back down to the other and as they both continue to talk and jaw at one another. Carey slowly starts to back down, turning away from Akashi before he's stopped as Akashi yanks the loose end of the (R)W World Title from Carey's grasp, throwing the title on the ground. Kicking the belt out of the ring, Akashi shouts at Carey before the bell rings and Carey turns around and starts nailing The Nightmare Child with lefts and rights! Akashi fights back, throwing an equal amount of fists at him, all until Carey whips him to the corner, charging in right with him before nailing him with a clothesline. He goes to whip Akashi to the opposite corner, but Akashi reverses to send Carey to the corner and Akashi runs in and nails him with a huge boot to the face! Carey hits the mat, seated in the corner and Akashi runs back and starts running toward Carey to charge in with a boot, but Carey pulls himself up and slides out to use The Empire Strikes First on Akashi! Staying on the apron, Carey starts to wait for Akashi to get closer, but Akashi rushes the ropes and knees Carey in the midsection, sending him flying off the apron and into the guard rail! Akashi steps out of the ring and calmly goes over to Carey, starting to slap him around like he's a petulant little child, getting the crowd to boo him in the process. Without a second thought, he grabs Carey and whips him ribs first into the apron before grabbing him and slamming him back against the guard rail. Dick Morosi: Akashi showing no respect to the (R)Evolution World Champion! Seth Ericson: Carey's one of the fighters that exiled all of Gods & Monsters and HATE last summer, Akashi hasn't forgotten, especially after constantly referring to Daisuke Iwakuma as his blood brother! Akashi grabs Carey and hoists him up so he sits on the apron, slapping him again as he starts to back up before running toward him and leaping up for a beautiful dropkick that sends Carey to lay on the apron before he starts to dangle off, Akashi backing up again and delivering a massive knee to the dangling torso of The Son of Disaster! Carey remains dangling there all before Akashi lifts up Carey's dangling half and leaps up after dragging him out, dropping him with a backcracker as Akashi lays on the floor, sore from falling to the concrete as Carey flops to the floor in pain! Akashi smirks as he crawls over, slapping Carey's face a few times before throwing him back into the ring and going to hook the leg! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Carey gets the shoulder up and he starts to slowly crawl away as he gets pounced on by Akashi, who starts to plant his feet before grabbing Carey in a huge waistlock before suddenly starting to lift Carey, practically doing an almost full rotation of his body as he brings Caldwell back for a German Suplex! Carey takes a deep breath as he slowly starts to roll away again before Akashi gets to his feet and starts to kick around Carey like he's a mongrel. He grabs Carey by the hair and starts to lift him up to his feet, looking to start preparing Carey for The Dream Weaver, but Carey throws a left that backs up Akashi, leading Carey to spin and nail a massive discus clothesline in the direction of the WWA National Champ! Akashi flops to the mat and Carey stops and delivers a massive pendulum elbow before getting up and leaping up into the air to land onto Akashi's ribs with his back, hitting a senton! Carey looks to start grabbing an arm for his old D.E.A.L. submission, but Akashi pushes him off and sends Carey back toward the ropes before he bends back through the ropes and explodes forward with a massive lariat! Carey starts slapping his hands on the mat and gets back to his feet before he lifts up Akashi and sets him up for a suplex, but Carey runs forward and drops him on the top rope letting him dangle there, but Akashi bounces and lands on his feet but Carey comes charging in just in time to hit him with his Struck a Nerve to send Akashi flying off the apron to the outside again! Dick Morosi: Carey Caldwell is here to play tonight, folks! Seth Ericson: Carey's also about to do something he almost never does...he's taking flight! Carey makes the sign of the cross before running towards the side Akashi has landed on and leaping up over the ropes with no hands to dive onto AK---AKASHI CATCHES HIM AND THROWS THE 215 POUNDER INTO THE RINGPOST LIKE A LAWN DART! Carey hits the mat with a thud and it's clear that he's busted open. Akashi laughs as he grabs Carey and slams his face into the post again, Carey almost dropping like dead weight before he tosses Caldwell back into the ring. Carey seems absolutely dazed, and Akashi seems to be sizing him up for the Dream Weaver, but as soon as Carey gets to a knee, he grabs Carey and lifts him, turning to have his back to Carey, and HE DROPS HIM WITH HIS OWN FINISHER, THE HEAD ON COLLISION! Carey lays flat down in the ring as Akashi sits up with a laugh after stealing Caldwell's finisher and he starts to roll Carey over for the pin! ONE! TWO! THR---HE KICKS OUT! CAREY CALDWELL KICKS OUT! Dick Morosi: THIS KID REFUSES TO SAY DIE! Akashi, in a rage, starts getting up and booting Carey in the face repeatedly, sitting him up before running to the ropes and sprints towards Caldwell, nailing a PK variation before hoisting him up....NIGHTMARE CRASH! He hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THRE-----------CAREY CALDWELL KICKS OUT AGAIN! NORIHIRO AKASHI IS STUNNED! Dick Morosi: THIS KID IS A TRUE WAR MACHINE! Seth Ericson: Does this kid have an ounce of quit? HE MIGHT BE INSANE! Akashi lifts him up and whips Carey to the ropes, but he telegraphs the back body drop, and as he bends down, Carey runs towards Akashi and grabs him, nailing the True North DDT! Carey starts to get up and back up as he points a finger pistol toward Akashi, using his other hand to motion for him to get up! Akashi does in a daze and Carey charges toward him, but he leapfrogs over Akashi, lands on his feet, goes for the Head On Colli-Akashi pushes him off and sends Carey towards the ropes, Akashi leaps up...CAREY CATCHES HIM AND DROPS HIM WITH THE SANGRE POR SANGRE! THAT FIREMAN'S CARRY GUTBUSTER OUT OF NOWHERE, AND CAREY HOOKS THE LEG! ONE! TWO! TH---AKASHI KICKS OUT AND CAREY IS SHOCKED! Carey clutches his ribs and looks almost in tears as he has no idea what's left in the tank, but he slowly starts to get up and look over Akashi, who slowly gets up and comes after him before Carey ducks a clothesline, spins Akashi around....HEAD ON COLLISION! He doesn't hesitate and he quickly goes for the pin! ONE! TWO! THRE------------------AKASHI GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPE! Carey rolls off Akashi absolutely defeated, looking like he has no idea what to do at this point! Carey finally realizes that he's got one choice left, and he slowly starts to pull himself up with the help of the ring ropes, and he slowly starts to grab Akashi, hoisting him up in position....he's looking for Burying the Past, but Akashi floats over and he starts to grab Carey's arm and pull him in for the Dr---CAREY DUCKS AND HE GRABS AKASHI AND DROPS HIM WITH A DREAM WEAVER! Carey and Akashi lay on the mat and the referee starts his ten count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! AND CAREY SLOWLY STARTS TO GET UP! NINE! TE---AKASHI GETS TO A KNEE! Dick Morosi: Neither of these two want to give up! Seth Ericson: Quite frankly, I'm not sure either of them are wired to! The two find their way to their knees and begin to crawl over to one another, Akashi slapping Carey across the face in a rather glib manner. Carey responds in kind, all before Akashi retaliates. The two start speeding up their slaps, beginning to retaliate faster and faster until the two of them are hammering each other with elbows and fists instead of slaps. The two fight their way back to their feet before Carey whips Akashi to the ropes and looks to catch him with a quick kick to the ribs, doubling him over before Carey spins and grabs him, looking to once again take Akashi's Dream Weaver, BUT AKASHI BENDS BACK AND DUCKS IT, TAKING HIM DOWN WITH HIS LEGS AS HE SHUFFLES AROUND...NIGHTMARE CASCADE! CAREY CALDWELL IS CAUGHT IN THE NIGHTMARE CASCADE! HE IS SCREAMING AS AKASHI PULLS BACK AND FINALLY LETS GO! He rolls back to his feet and as Carey gets to his knees, Akashi hitting him with kesagiri chops from each side before pausing, Caldwell looking up at him and spitting at him before Akashi lands the last one! THE NIGHTMARE COMBINATION! HE SLOWLY PICKS UP CAREY AND GRABS HIS WRIST TO TURN HIM...DREAM WE--CAREY DUCKS AND SPINS AROUND AKASHI! HEAD ON COL--NO! HE PUSHES OFF AND GRABS CALDWELL FOR THE DREAM WEAVER! THE DREAM WEAVER CONNECTS AND AKASHI COLLAPSES ON HIM! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Unstoppable" begins again, and this match has its winner! As the music continues to play, the duo start to stir again and recover from an incredibly hard fought match. Star checks on Akashi as Siobhan checks on Carey, the two starting to get back to their feet finally. It's hard for Carey to stand at the moment as he sighs, his title handed back to him and Akashi's back to him while the two started to collect themselves. After a momentary thought, Carey approaches the center of the ring, his belt over his shoulder as he sighs and extends his hand. WINNER: Norihiro AkashiDick Morosi: Seth, that's a bold move by Caldwell. He just went to the limit with Norihiro Akashi, and he recognizes the talent and respect there. Seth Ericson: He might, but does anyone think Akashi will show it? Akashi stares down Carey as Carey holds his hand out, telling him to shake his hand and show respect for a hard fought match. Akashi blows him off, but he keeps himself holding his hand out and looking at him before Akashi slowly starts to make his way over. Carey nods and again gestures for them to shake hands....only for Akashi to hold up his title and saunter off, Carey looking back angrily as Akashi walks off with his corner man, the both of them holding their arms up in victory to celebrate Akashi's victory. On that, we cut to a dark corner of the RIMAC, where sitting around with Amy, Audrey Lloris, and The Uroboros is The Allmother, mara. mara: Two weeks. Like sounds in the hourglass, these are the days of our lives, Fiona! Each grain that falls to the bottom brings the two of us closer to a match that was so violent in theory, our family wouldn't allow this to happen! an unsanctioned, no rope barbed wire match. The only thing separating us from the outside world is an amount of barbed wire so large, it's making the man that links us together cringe in thought. We've seen a new side of you recently. An aggressive, impatient version of you that's more interested in getting what's her's instead of what's right. In your desire to go chase the World Title, you've almost forgotten our unfinished business. Maybe that's just the fault of Jimmy Riley not talking about our little reindeer games, but you and i are going to finish what we started because that's the type of people you and I are, Fiona. mara smirks as she leans her head up from her chair, smiling at Amy for a moment before she continues. mara: No silly black lanterns or mind games, Fiona. No flashes, nothing else but violence. At least we're in agreement, darling sister mine. In two weeks, you step into my space. In two weeks, you finally learn what it means...to reach for the dead. And on that surreal smile, we fade away.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 13, 2015 21:54:02 GMT -6
With "Calm Before The Reform" by In Fear and Faith creeping over the PA, the familiar RIMAC fans were quick to meet the arrival of the notorious Zack Lifer with unanimous boos!
Seth Ericson: Well, here we go. The end of our relationship with Kingdom of Japan. Broadcast Live via Internet Pay-Per-View. You're seeing history, folks.
Dick Morosi: While that might be an exaggeration, I have literally no idea what's going to happen here. This is -- falling in line with Zack Lifer and his behavior -- completely unscripted.
Finally, Lifer emerges in the entrance way as a man determined to make a point... However, it is uncertain if Lifer himself knows what he's going to get across. Forgoing his usual pre-match rituals, Lifer cuts David Zinkus off before he can even introduce him, bringing an abrupt end to his music. Lifer obnoxiously taps the microphone, causing an unpleasant pop blasting from the speakers.
Zack Lifer: Okay... So, before I make an example out of whatever small fry Kingdom of Japan wants to send my way, I HAVE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE! Please, I ask your your patience for just a moment...
Dick Morosi: ...An announcement?
Seth Ericson: ...!! PULL IT! PULL HIS MIC! WE HAVE ENOUGH LAWSUITS!
Not giving Lifer an inch, the loud RIMAC fans try to shout him down. Slowly but surely, an audible "SHUT THE FUCK UP" chant is heard. Lifer isn't fazed.
Zack Lifer: ...Before we begin, I just want to state for the record that I stand against racism and bigotry of any kind...
Immediately, the reaction from the fans becomes even more volatile.
Zack Lifer: And quite honestly... I would like to CONDEMN KINGDOM OF JAPAN FOR THEIR XENOPHOBIC BEHAVIOR!
Dick Morosi: All right, this is enough. Pull his damn microphone, Ginny!
Seth Ericson: I had no idea his lexicon was so broad.
With all 5,000 fans uproariously booing, Lifer continues to add fuel to the flame...
Zack Lifer: THE TIME FOR TALKING IS OVER! YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T BELIEVE IN FREEDOM OF SPEECH! I WAS PROMISED A FIGHT! NOW SEND SOMEBODY OUT HERE!
With the boos continuing, Lifer paces around the ring anxiously.
Zack Lifer: ...Oh, we're playing games now? We're really doing this? Listen, I'd be happy to talk about my other thoughts on geo-political events. IHell, we can talk about religion! We can ta--
A little bit too late, Lifer's microphone is abruptly cut.
Seth Ericson: I knew Religion would be the limit.
Dick Morosi: Easy, Seth.
Even more unhinged, Lifer begins pacing around the ring -- ready to strike at anything that comes near him... He would not have to wait long however, as the lights suddenly went pitch black, causing a momentary hush to fall over the RIMAC... Suddenly what sounds to be a series of large, thudding foot steps are suddenly heard. After the fifth step, silence falls once again... Only to be broken by a LOUD, ROARING CASCADE OF FLAMES over the entrance way! As the fire cuts away, the name "SEKISHIMA" is seen blazoned across the video screen, causing a HUGE RUSH OF CHEERS!
Seth Ericson: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
Dick Morosi: THAT'S THE HEC HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! MAMORU SEKISHIMA IS HERE!
EXODUS VS. KJPW IMPROMPTU MATCH MAMORU SEKISHIMA (HEC Heavyweight Champion) vs. Zack Lifer
Indeed, the 6'6" Ace of Kingdom of Japan Pro-Wrestling emerged from the stage, carrying the HEC Heavyweight Championship with him. Despite not seemingly knowing exactly who Sekishima is, Lifer certainly takes notice of the incredible size of Sekishima. However, as Sekishima climbs in, Lifer wastes no time in pummeling the HEC Champion with clubbing blows and kicks!
Dick Morosi: HERE WE GO! WE'RE UNDER WAY! What an amazing surprise!
Lifer continues kicking and elbowing Sekishima as he retreats into a corner. However, Sekishima quickly began fighting back -- matching Lifer's ferocity in kind with clubbing shots to the side of the head! After driving Lifer to his knees however, Sekishima was caught unprepared by a blatant low blow! With the HEC Heavyweight Champion kneeling in the center of the ring, Lifer saw his opportunity...
Seth Ericson: Dick, I think Lifer is going for the kill! This is huge!
Taking the time to set his figurative sights on Sekishima, Lifer charges from the corner, ready to unload his knee onto Sekishima's jawline -- ONLY FOR SEKISHIMA TO TELEGRAPH WITH A BRUTAL JAPANESE-STYLE LARIAT!!
Dick Morosi: --WHAT A SHOT!
After the velocity of the lariat send Lifer doing a complete flip, Sekishima grips Lifer around the waist before deadlifting him off his feet! With Lifer helpless to fight, the "Greco Superman" effortlessly lifts Lifer into the air before folding him in half with a Gutwrench Powerbomb!
Dick Morosi: GRECO BOMB FROM SEKISHIMA!
Sekishima keeps Lifer folded in half for the pin...
ONE--KICKOUT!!
Defiantly kicking out at one, Lifer scrambles to his feet -- only to walk into a brutal knee to the body from Sekishima! With Lifer doubled over, Sekishima grabs him from behind before lifting him high up and FOLDING HIM IN HALF WITH A BACKDROP SUPLEX HOLD! Sekishima maintains the hold; even twisting his body around for added leverage!
ONE!
TWO...!
THREE!!!
WINNER: Mamoru Sekishima
Dick Morosi: MY GOD! Mamoru Sekishima is not only here tonight, but he made quick work of Zack Lifer!
Seth Ericson: You know, Zack Lifer had this one coming. After his remarks about Japan, it was nice to see the self proclaimed "Karma Keeper" get a little dose of his karma.
Dick Morosi: And just think, we've got another huge match coming up now! Chris Strike and his new associate, Chikao Kessin meet KJPW's Hiroaki Nakata and Tetsuhisa Nakai next! Take it away, Zinkus!
EXODUS VS. KJPW TAG TEAM MATCH CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) & CHIKAO KESSIN vs. HIROAKI NAKATA & TETSUHISA NAKAI
David Zinkus: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall…
Different color lights begin to swirl around the arena as “MACHINEGUN SAMURAI” starts playing over the PA system for a few moments before cheers and loud applause emanate from the RIMAC Arena as Tetsuhisa NAKAI and Hiroaki Nakata emerge from the curtain, smoke shooting out from the sides of the ramp as they bask in the warm reaction from the EXODUS faithful before exchanging words, nodding and making their way down the ramp.
David Zinkus: Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and ninety-five pounds...representing KINGDOM of JAPAN PRO-WRESTLING...the “Renaissance Fighter,” HIROAAAAAAKIIIIIII...NAKATAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! And “The Invincible Shogun,” TETSUHISAAAAAAAA...NAKAIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!
Both KJPW members take the time to slap hands with the fans on the barricade on their way down the ring, enjoying this bit of attention from the foreign audience before climbing up the steel steps and entering the ring, taking it to the center of the ring and throwing successive Guts Poses each as a few streamers are thrown from the crowd towards the ring as a show of respect for them before they take to their corner and prepare themselves for the match that is to come.
Dick Morosi: And we’re set for tag team action and Kingdom of Japan is looking ready for a fight here, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Both Nakata and NAKAI are solid competitors but recently, they haven’t tasted victory and you have to believe they’re going to come out swinging to rectify that and what a coup it would be if they dealt with our esteemed World champion and his vanguard here tonight.
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 “No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy blares out of the PA system, green spotlights beginning to swirl all across the arena. The LCD screen zones down from the heavens onto an field filled with high grass covering it and the wind beating against it…and at its center, there is one man standing and as he opens his way and lifts his head up, lightning strikes him down!
As the lightning hits the man at the center, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, as Reika Seragaki emerges from the smoke first to heavy boos from the crowd and Chris Strike and “The BIG BOSS” Chikao Kessin follow suit from behind them, slowly stepping out into the limelight and drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as Strike stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up while Kessin simply crosses his arms – EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title held high as the smoke emerges higher and pyros shoot out from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down along with Chikao Kessin, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring, ignoring any distractions in his way while Reika Seragaki follows them from behind.
…Never again! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO MORE REGRETS! WHAT’S DONE IS DONE, CAN’T BE ERASED! KNOW! KNOW YOUR REGRETS...SAVOR THE BITTER AFTERTASTE!!!!!
David Zinkus: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and forty pounds...accompanied to the ring by Reika Seragaki and representing The Pantheon…“The BIG BOSS” CHIKAO KESSIN and the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion...CHRIIIIIIIISSSSS...STRIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope while Reika Seragaki slides inside the ring - Kessin, on the other hand, opts to take the opposite side of the ring’s steel steps to make his way up. As the champ 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 while Reika Seragaki is just right behind him. Chris Strike slowly raises the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title in the air with his right hand, savoring the moment as the crowd boos him with a grin while Reika applauds him and Kessin simply nods before Reika sits in the middle rope and allows the champion to go under it with ease. Strike looks around at the crowd, raising the EXODUS Pro World title in the air again before walking to the nearest corner, Strike leaning against the turnbuckle and observing his surroundings while Kessin simply stared a hole through Hiroaki Nakata - who did the exact same from his corner, their rivalry still very much alive…
Dick Morosi: And for the first time ever tonight, The Pantheon will have its representatives wrestling in an EXODUS Pro ring. We have seen this faction begin to shape up both here and in (R)Evolution Wrestling and while the antics of our World champion are unbecoming of the man he used to be, quietly but certainly he has been gathering an army under his banner.
Seth Ericson: Here’s the crazy word about it...quietly. Because while their (R)W counterparts have been showcased, we haven’t gotten anything too crazy from them yet in the main roster. Almost as if they’re waiting on something…
It is at this point that the sound of a headset being picked up is heard in the audio booth and the cameras pan over to show Reika Seragaki taking a seat in a steel chair they produced and joining the fold.
Reika Seragaki: Hello gentlemen. I couldn’t help but to overhear and to be frank, I’m almost appalled by the accusations towards my client and our Pantheon. One that has shown no signs of disturbing the order of things here in EXODUS Pro or (R)Evolution Wrestling, just a desire to win championships and be successful.
Dick Morosi: ...Well folks, I guess we are being joined on commentary for this one by the manager of our World champion in Reika Seragaki. An unexpected guest, to say the least.
Seth Ericson: Reika wasn’t on the li- oh, wait, I guess there’s word from the back that this is apparently not an allowed thing. Neat. Juuuuuust neat…
Reika Seragaki: Oh don’t worry, I’ve dabbled in commentary out in Japan for quite some time after being forced into retirement. I’m quite good at it. Let’s just call the match that is ahead of us here.
The bell rings before Seth Ericson can even come close to finishing that thought as it’s settled on one corner that the “Renaissance Fighter” will start things off for the KJPW side and on the Pantheon side, Strike confirms with Kessin once again before going to the apron and leaving the “God of War” in the ring to start things off. Kessin and Nakata circle around the ring for a moment, taking the time to analyze their surroundings and exchange some rather unpleasant words in their native tongue in the process before coming to the center of the ring on a full-fledged nose-to-nose confrontation as the words get particularly harsh between them.
Dick Morosi: For those who aren’t familiar with KJPW, “The Renaissance Fighter” Hiroaki Nakata has had a bone to pick with Chikao Kessin for quite some time now and in fact, Nakata ate the pin in Kessin’s last KJPW match in the big “KING x KING” show on April 17th...
Seth Ericson: While it was James Goodwin Jr. who got that pinfall win, it was the “BIG BOSS” who put the nail in the coffin with the Disaster Point. Nakata probably wants to give the so-called Ares of the Pantheon a nice-sized receipt.
Reika Seragaki: For years, Chikao Kessin has been Hiroaki Nakata’s superior and tonight, that story will not change. He will show a wide audience why he was once the talk of the sumo world before an unfortunate knee injury and why the world calls him “BIG BOSS.”
Finally, the first blow of the match is thrown when Nakata hits Kessin with an open-handed chop to the chest and the crowd gasps accordingly at the impact. Chikao, however, is not phased by this as he returns the favor with an open-handed chop of his own to Hiroaki’s chest...but the “Renaissance Fighter” does not relent, throwing another chop right back at the “BIG BOSS.” Kessin isn’t phased, roaring as he throws another chop at Nakata’s chest...and this continues for a few turns, each man getting far more hyped up until Strike literally yells out from his corner “JUST PUNCH IN THE FACE ALREADY, KESSIN!” Chikao rolled his eyes in annoyance and instead of returning the chop with another one, he opted for something else...a headbutt square to the temple of Hiroaki Nakata. That does the job in stunning the KJPW wrestler as Kessin hits him with another one for good measure to take him down to the mat before picking Nakata up and showing off his strength by TOSSING the “Renaissance Fighter” into the Pantheon corner and tagging the EXODUS Pro World champion, telling Chris Strike to “punch him in the face yourself” before grumbling his way back into the corner. It doesn’t take long for Strike to do just that, laying a few solid closed-handed punches onto Nakata before placing his boot against Nakata’s throat and holding it there until the referee gets to a four count before letting go, hands up and mentioning something about having until five before bringing Nakata to his feet, irish whipping him off the ropes and catching him on the rebound with an elbow to the face. Strike then drops into the cover:
ONE!
TW- But yes, a kickout from Nakata here given how early this is into the match.
Strike sees this and adds in a few more stomps to the prone Nakata, keeping him down on the mat before attempting another cover:
ONE!
TW- Another kickout happens here.
Dick Morosi: The Pantheon has things under control here after a huge display of strength from Chikao Kessin and now the World champion is keeping up the pressure.
Reika Seragaki: Chris Strike and Chikao Kessin understand the importance of this match. Hiroaki Nakata and Tetsuhisa NAKAI are extremely accomplished athletes and thirteen-year old veterans of the squared circle. As you can see here, no wasted motion as Strike has Nakata in a hold to keep the pressure...
Seth Ericson: Well, he’s gotta keep in mind that while this as good a tune-up as any, he’s not going to have Chikao Kessin or anybody else to help him if he wants to prove he deserves to be World champion at Battle Without Honor or Humanity when he faces Christian K-
Reika Seragaki: This match isn’t about Christian Kane, Mr. Ericson. So, how about you call the match like you’re paid to do?
It doesn’t take long for Nakata to get out of the hold in question that Strike has, elbowing the World champion a few times before sending him to the ropes. Strike dodges the attempted clothesline, springboarding from the opposite ropes towards Nakata with a moonsault attempt but Hiroaki Nakata manages to catch him in mid-air and holds him there for a few moments before tossing Strike throat-first into the top rope and as the EXODUS Pro World champion’s hands move to his throat while he stumbles, Nakata dishes out a series of right-leg kicks to the chest and sternum of Chris Strike, the crowd cheering in approval and counting with each kick as it brings Strike down to one knee and when it does, the “Renaissance Fighter” takes a step back and DRILLS the EXODUS Pro World champion with a Buzzsaw Kick, sending him down to the mat.
Dick Morosi: And a series of vicious kicks by Hiroaki Nakata and Strike is down!
Reika Seragaki: What Strike just got hit with was the Dokkan. The name is a Japanese onomatopoeia for two swords clashing. Again, proof that this is top competition that the Pantheon is facing here tonight but by no means does this mean the end, much less for a fighting champion like Chris Strike.
Seth Ericson: Wait till this here before you start boasting that, because we got a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
T- Strike places his left foot on the bottom rope given how close he is to it.
Reika Seragaki: Veteran move right there and one that won’t exert any extra energy like a kick out would do.
Nakata sighs, lifting Strike back up and placing him in a scoop slam position before walking over towards his corner and placing the World champion in a tree of woe position before tagging in Tetsuhisa NAKAI, who comes out looking to swing as he stomps away at Chris Strike’s exposed chest, even going as far as placing his own boot against the leader of the Pantheon’s throat and keeping it there, forcing the referee to count until he broke it once “four” was said. NAKAI steps back, looking on in amusement before returning to the corner and picking Chris Strike up from it on his shoulders before running and nailing Strike with a powerbomb that makes the crowd wince at the impact...but he doesn’t let go, lifting the World champion up from the mat and looking to powerbomb him again but Strike begins to fight back with repeated punches to NAKAI’s skull, giving him enough time to turn it around and reverse the second powerbomb attempt into a hurricanrana. Taking in a deep breath as he gradually returns to his feet, Chris Strike shakes his head as he is up before Tetsuhisa NAKAI and “The Invincible Shogun” soon finds himself on the receiving end of a series of kesagiri chops from the EXODUS Pro World champion. NAKAI attempts to fight back with a sharp elbow of his own but the attempt is ducked under and then met with a spinning kesagiri chop before Strike then finds his way behind Tetsuhisa, placing in the half-nelson and then showing his own strength by giving the 264 lbs man a half-nelson suplex.
Dick Morosi: Back and forth this match has been going here and Chris Strike with a combination of chops and a half-nelson suplex that may have just turned the tide back into the Pantheon’s favor.
Seth Ericson: With a weird ass name too. Aki Suki Dan or something…
Reika Seragaki: Aku Soku Zan is the name. It means “swift death to evil.” I’m almost afraid for you, Mr. Ericson, because you keep proving my point every two weeks.
Seth Ericson: Which would be...what, exactly?
Reika Seragaki: That a pineapple could do this job better than you.
As Strike stood up from the mat, he quickly looked over at his corner and the ever-stoic Chikao Kessin before placing his hand out and tagging in the big man of the Pantheon - although he stayed in the ring, proceeding to grab on to NAKAI’s legs as Chikao took his position in the corner. The World champion proceeded to slingshot “The Invincible Shogun” off the mat and into the air, where “BIG BOSS” caught him with a massive spinebuster that drew a loud, grimacing reaction from the RIMAC at the sheer impact on how NAKAI hit the mat. Chris finally makes his way out of the ring and Chikao doesn’t hesitate to make the cover:
ONEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THR- But Nakata is right there, attempting to damn near kicking Kessin’s head off to break the count in the process. And the “BIG BOSS” isn’t particularly pleased by this turn of events as he immediately gets up and the two begin to exchange blows once again via closed-fist punches this time, with Kessin eventually returning Nakata’s kick with a boot of his own to the man’s face, sending the “Renaissance Fighter” stumbling back to the ropes in the process and out of the ring. It doesn’t take Kessin very long at all to turn his focus once again to Tetsuhisa NAKAI, who happened to use his time wisely to recuperate as he comes at Chikao Kessin and hits him with a strong lariat that causes the “BIG BOSS” to stumble but not leave his feet. Seeing this, NAKAI runs to the ropes and hits Kessin with a second lariat that causes the big man to stumble against the ropes but not take him down. Chikao ROARS as if telling NAKAI to take his best shot already and “The Invincible Shogun” replies in kind as he runs to the opposite ropes and this time, Kessin comes out to met NAKAI in the center of the ring...but what he doesn’t see is Hiroaki Nakata coming from behind with a well-placed dropkick to the once surgically repaired knee of Kessin which in addition with the third lariat is FINALLY enough to bring the big man off his feet as the crowd at the RIMAC roars in unison at the achievement!
Dick Morosi: And finally, after a group attempt, Chikao Kessin is in unfamiliar territory on the mat and Kingdom of Japan is not giving this one up without a fight!
Reika Seragaki: Keep in mind that it took BOTH Nakata and NAKAI to get this done and again, both of these men are accomplished, former Heavyweight champions on their own.
Seth Ericson: Yeah, and they both now have your boy tasting the damn canvas! Take that you Pantheon schmuck.
Immediately, NAKAI covers Chikao, making sure to hook both legs while Nakata immediately steps in front of his partner as Chris Strike looks onto the scene, almost as if bored…
ON- LITERAL KICK OUT AT ONE, TO THE POINT WHERE NAKAI IS THROWN OFF THE COVER!!!!!
Seth Ericson: WAIT WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Dick Morosi: Kessin kicks out at one and with AUTHORITY on top of it.
Reika Seragaki: Congratulations, boys...you’ve now officially annoyed the “BIG BOSS.”
NAKAI looks in shock while the referee finally tells Hiroaki Nakata to get back to his corner at this point, in which he proceeds to do while Kessin sits up, the look on his face indicating anything but a pleasant disposition which is further antagonized when NAKAI nails him with a running kick to send him back to the mat followed by multiple stomps, a desperation method to keep the big man down before he leans to his corner and tags in the fresher Hiroaki Nakata, who seems ready to do more damage as he tells NAKAI to help him get Kessin back to his feet. The two proceed to do it and in a bold statement, the “Renaissance Fighter” places his arms around Chikao Kessin in a full nelson position, yelling out in a show of pure spirit as he’s ready to go for something big as the crowd anticipates it as Chris Strike realizes what’s about to happen…
Reika Seragaki: ...Oh this could be trouble…
Dick Morosi: We have seen Hiroaki Nakata pull this off before against Kessin at KING x KING and it could happen again here tonight!
Strike immediately exits the apron and makes a beeline for Nakata and Kessin, but he’s immediately intercepted by NAKAI, who uses the champion’s own momentum to send him sailing over the top rope on the opposite of the ring and crashing to the protective mat on the outside as the crowd cheers while Nakata gradually lifts Chikao Kessin off his feet AND NAILS HIM WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX!!!! The “Renaissance Fighter” keeps the bridge and the referee slides in to count it:
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THR- BUT KESSIN KICKS OUT BEFORE THE HAND COMES DOWN THE THIRD TIME!
Seth Ericson: How in the world…?
Dick Morosi: The Dragon Suplex heard around the world and it damn near was an upset victory.
Reika Seragaki: Three months ago, perhaps the “BIG BOSS” might have encountered his end here...but not anymore, boys. This isn’t just a mortal man that Kingdom of Japan’s representatives are fighting, it’s the personification of the God of War!
The crowd is stunned and Nakata looks stunned as well, looking over at the referee and holding three fingers out but the referee replies with two, reaffirming the count to the Kingdom of Japan member. Kessin, on the other hand, is starting to stir again although his hands are finding the back of his neck to check on his own physical condition. Breathing in and out, Nakata finally sits up again, shouting out something in Japanese that gets loud cheers from the EXODUS Pro faithful on the basis of sheer intensity alone as he closes his hand into a fist and watches as Kessin rises up to one knee. Yelling out, Hiroaki Nakata runs to the ropes…
...and is kicked swiftly across the back by Chris Strike the moment he bounces off of them, as the boos begin to rain down on the World champion as he rolls his eyes. But as Hiroaki goes to punch Strike out of the apron, the World champ hops out from it to avoid the blow and before the “Renaissance Fighter” can turn around to check back on Kessin, he is met with a clubbing back-fisted strike to the side of his neck courtesy of the “BIG BOSS.” Which is then followed accordingly as Kessin hooks his arms around Nakata’s waist and tucks his own head under Hiroaki’s left arm before lifting him up in the air and DRILLING HIM with a backdrop suplex!
Reika Seragaki: SEKAI ICHI NO BACKUDROOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!
Seth Ericson: Jesus Christ, watch the volume! We have microphones for a reason!
Dick Morosi: Kessin connects with what may very well be the strongest backdrop on the planet and Nakata just got folded like an accordion!
As he looks at his own handiwork for a moment, Kessin shakes his head in disgust at Hiroaki Nakata before walking to his corner and tagging in Chris Strike, saying “YOU FINISH IT! I BORED NOW!” Shrugging his shoulders, Chris Strike is about to exit the apron...when he’s then met instantly by a running knee strike from NAKAI that sends him out to the outside, as “The Invincible Shogun” seems to be enraged at the clear disrespect shown as he drags Kessin to the center of the ring and holds on to his right arm, pelting him with solid elbows to the side of the head in a repeated manner...and those start to cut down the taller, heavier man to size as Chikao Kessin is eventually brought down to a knee once again!
Seth Ericson: YEAHHHHH!!! LET HIM HAVE IT, TETSUHISA! BASH HIS SKULL IN!
Dick Morosi: He may not be the legal man here, but NAKAI has had just about enough of the Pantheon and their antics.
Reika Seragaki: He’s bringing out the fire right now, but again, he’s not the legal man...there’s a count for these sorts of things and the referee is just choosing not to make it. Figures. If the roles were reversed, we wouldn’t be hearing the end of it.
Showing clear fighting spirit between elbows and now kicks, “The Invincible Shogun” motions for the end and in an impressive display of strength, he gets Chikao Kessin off his feet and attempts to lift him into a Fireman’s Carry but before he can get him fully positioned, Chikao manages to slip out of the hold after a pair of elbows to the side of NAKAI’s throat, landing behind “The Invincible Shogun.” “BIG BOSS” Chikao Kessin glances over behind him for a brief moment and proceeds to grab NAKAI by his trunks, tossing him right into the ropes with enough velocity to where NAKAI bounces right back in his direction...all while Chris Strike is running the ropes on the opposite side. As he comes close, Kessin puts on another display of freakish strength as he lifts Tetsuhisa NAKAI off his feet and throws him about five to six feet in the air, stepping aside in the process as the EXODUS Pro World champion jumps in the air and catches NAKAI flush with his knees, a loud “OHHHHHHHH” emanating from the crowd at the sudden double team maneuver between the Pantheon members.
Dick Morosi: KESSIN THREW NAKAI INTO ORBIT AND STRIKE PICKED UP THE PIECES WITH A POP-UP VARIATION OF THE NARUKAMI!
Reika Seragaki: Zeus and Ares may not be known for having the chummiest of relationships, but they know how to get things done inside of that ring...and it’s not over yet. That takes care of the guy who isn’t legal…
Both members of the Pantheon examine the damage at hand, as Strike notices Hiroaki Nakata using the mat and every bit of fighting spirit in his body to return to his feet in the center of the ring. Nodding, the World champion and leader of the Pantheon takes off on a run to the ropes and as Nakata rises to his feet, he is met with a massive, loud Shotei strike that sends the “Renaissance Fighter” reeling back…
...right into Chikao Kessin...and right into the wrist-clutch backdrop driver known as the DISASTER POINT!!!!
Dick Morosi: A Shotei leading right into the Disaster Point!!!!
Seth Ericson: Jesus, this is overkill at this point!
Reika Seragaki: Not overkill, Mr. Ericson. Just a friendly reminder of who exactly is the elite in this industry...and a message to anyone who tries to get in our way of being that.
Finally satisfied, Chikao Kessin makes his way back to the ring apron and as the legal man, Chris Strike goes ahead and covers Hiroaki Nakata, one final display of disrespect shown as he makes sure to grind his forearm across the man’s face while doing so:
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The bell rings and the RIMAC boos vicariously as “No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy starts up in the PA system once again, as Kessin makes his way through the ropes to the ring again and both members of the Pantheon allow their arms to be raised by the referee in victory.
David Zinkus: Here are your winners by pinfall...“The BIG BOSS” CHIKAO KESSIN and the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion...CHRIIIIIIIISSSSS...STRIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WINNER: Chris Strike & Chikao Kessin
Reika Seragaki: Well, gentlemen? This was...something. But if you’ll excuse me now, I have places to be…like, being as far away as possible from Mr. Ericson’s cheap cologne and awkward boner.
The sound of a headset being taken off is heard over as one of the cameras panned to Reika Seragaki making their way out of the announcers’ table and sliding into the ring, taking it upon themselves to raise the arms of Kessin and Strike while the referee and some stagehands are checking up on Hiroaki Nakata and Tetsuhisa NAKAI, a bag of ice being pressed against the back of Nakata’s neck in the process.
Dick Morosi: Kingdom of Japan’s representatives in Nakata and NAKAI came out swinging here and they had some good shots, but the Pantheon as a tandem showed us something here tonight, like them or not Seth.
Seth Ericson: They’re powerful and they showed that much tonight but if Chris Strike is enough of a man and a champion, he’s not going to be depending on them like a safety blanket like he’s been doing as of late when it comes to putting the belt on the line again against Christian Kane at Battle Without Honor or Humanity.
The cameras move on to the next segment as the Pantheon celebrates their own victory in the ring to the chagrin of the EXODUS Pro faithful, and on that...the tron lights up quickly to show a familiar face seen on EX Pro on FX #35. The determined facial expression of DeMarcus Gresham lights up the screen with a simple EX Pro background behind him with the fans giving a level of mixed reaction. Some appreciate the skill and fortitude of his entry win. Some not appreciating the pompous and arrogant air about him. Not one for wasting time he quickly addresses the masses as the camera zooms out a little more showing his impressive frame.
DeMarcus Gresham: Salutations once again EXODUS. I am interrupting this lackadaisical farce of a show to remind you just what is upon your horizon. It is truly your awakening. An awakening that is far overdue and well in need. The Honor's Cup has commenced and with it some names you know and others you don't. I believe I introduced myself well for I'm not one of your EXODUS regulars. I'm an outsider. That may not endear me to most of you but thankfully enough I have the wherewithal to not care nor plead to be accepted. No...I am not here for any of these things. Those that bring awakening and enlightenment do not come with a popularity meter.
The crowd boo slightly hearing Gresham's lack of care about them. He extends his arms out wide causing the camera to zoom out even more to catch the impressive wingspan.
DeMarcus Gresham: Embrace your outsider EXODUS...you have no choice but to do so. I am here to be what you need. The enlightenment that EXODUS is missing. I'm doing it for you. Each of you. To realize the falsehoods that have been placed before you. To show you all that your 'God's' and 'Stars' are merely mortals that cannot withstand the beatings I am more than able to administer. I am your villain. Your outsider. No need to thank me just know it is for your good. The EXODUS brand has all the pressure because what dominance is there in having an outsider win the Cup from your company? What good is there to allow the outside pressure if they cannot control it? No no...it's not only their job to win their matches, they must assure the EXODUS name remains on the Honor's Cup. The home team looking for the home court advantage so to speak. Allow me to 'Gift' you with truth ladies and gentleman...
The pause is short as DeMarcus listens momentarily to the reaction of the crowd.
DeMarcus Gresham: An outsider is taking this Cup away from it's home. He will be quick, he will be swift, he will be unrepentant and he will be....Gifted. Welcome to your truth. If you feel you can make my truth but a lie, show me. Let me be your target. Your number one enemy because the rest of the field can have all the confidence in the world. I am the Public Enemy number one and for those too foolish to notice...you shall be enlightened in due time. Enjoy your...inferiority. While you can of course.
The camera cuts after a moment of zooming on the confident smirk of DeMarcus Gresham.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 13, 2015 21:50:24 GMT -6
We come backstage, and it seems almost surprising to see her without Jimmy Riley, but Tom Matheny is with Fiona Collins, standing with him as she looks serious. Tom Matheny: Fiona, I have to be honest, I'm kind of surprised you're asking for interview time without Jimmy Riley. Fiona turns her head and glares over at Tom, arms folded over her chest. Fiona Collins: Really, Tom? Because you don't think I can actually speak for myself? Or is it because you think I don't have anything interesting to important to say? Tom Matheny: As far as anyone knew...you were leaving it to Riley. But tonight you're facing Miyabi Fujita with your HEC Women's Title on the line, the first time you two have met since the finals when you won the belt. Fiona Collins: Yes, Tom. Thank you for stating the obvious. Tonight has been a long time coming for some people, they've been waiting for this match again for a long time. For me though, this is just another day in the office. It's another day for me to do what I do best.....and that is be the best in the world. Tom Matheny: I'm sure that after this, you'll be watching in two weeks with baited breath to see who walks out of Battle Without Honor or Humanity with the World Title, Christian Kane or Chris Strike. Fiona Collins: I'm sure the better man will come out on top. I hope it's Kane, he deserves it. But if Strike comes out victorious? I'm going to take him down until he's nothing left but a broken shell of the man he used to be. Who used to be someone I could depend on and call a friend. He's pathetic and only has gotten moreso now with his stupid little band of merry misfits. You think because you call yourself Gods that you matter? No. You don't. You know who does matter? Fiona smirks, pointing to herself. Fiona Collins: Me. EXODUS is MY house, Strike. Don't ever forget that. While you go off and pander to the fans in other promotions, the real fans, the EXODUS fans know and respect me. I am the gate keeper and let's be honest, I've already got one up on you. You can keep on trying to compensate for something that you're not but I'll just keep on showing up and doing what I do. You know why? Because you can go on and be the king but NOTHING trumps the ace. In the back of your mind, Strike, you're always going to remember that you tried to steal my right to be the best this company has to offer, but you came up short....just like you always do. You choked - just like you always do when it comes to the big ones. Fiona smirks as she nods, thinking about it. Fiona Collins: In the back of your mind, Strike, you're always going to remember that you tried to steal my title shot but you came up short....just like you always do. You choked - just like you always do when it comes to the big ones. And if by some miracle, you somehow manage to squeak by Christian Kane by the skin of your teeth? You've already lost. Tom Matheny: But you have to think Chris Strike is going to be rea--- Fiona Collins: --EXCUSE ME?! I wasn't finished.....don't ever interrupt me again, Tom. You'll regret it. She glares daggers at the man beside her, a finger shoving in his chest with each word spoken. Fiona Collins: Don't be rude. Tom Matheny: Fi...I'm sorry. Fiona Collins: You should be. Never interrupt me again. You never interrupt the Ace. Got it? Tom Matheny: Of course. Fiona Collins: Now. Are we done here or are you going to ask me more stupid questions? I have a match to prepare for. Tom Matheny: One last question...in two weeks, you meet mara in a no ropes barbed wire match...do you have any words for her? Fiona Collins: You want violence, sister-in-law? Fiona turns and looks into the camera, an evil and slightly unhinged smile curving on her lips. Fiona Collins: You're gonna get it. Without another word, The Stardust Seraph turns and walks away from the interview to get ready for her match, and we're back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Seth, Fiona Collins has made her point clear tonight. Seth Ericson: I don't know what's caused this transformation, but Fiona has drawn a line in the sand. It's time for her to get what's due. Dick Morosi: And she can look to make a serious attempt at trying to add another notch on her belt tonight when she defends her HEC Women's Title against second generation superstar Miyabi Fujita...NEXT! EXODUS VS. KJPW HEC WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH FIONA COLLINS (HEC Women's Champion) vs. MIYABI FUJITA"Hell Awaits" starts to play, and as soon as it does, out comes the chain wielding Miyabi Fujita! Fujita starts to swing the chain a little as she storms her way to the ring! David Zinkus: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the HEC Women's Championship! From Sakai Prefecture in Osaka...THE DEVIL QUEEN...MIYABIIIIIII FUJITA! Fujita enters the ring and stomps around a bit, pacing as she starts to wait for Fiona Collins, but...before David Zinkus can begin to introduce her opponent, he's interrupted by the entrance of one Jimmy Riley into the ring. Riley walks directly to the ring announcer and requests the microphone, which he receives. He holds it in his hand for a moment, looking out at the crowd, before beginning to speak. Jimmy Riley: Nearly eighteen months ago, it was this woman, Miyabi Fujita, the heiress of Japan's most famous professional wrestling name, who stood across the ring from my client. It was Miyabi Fujita who fell before my client, placing another title under her care, another achievement on her long list. And now, tonight, here at EXODUS Kingdom 2, it's Miyabi Fujita who attempts to reclaim the HEC Women's Championship for her, her father, and her homeland! He turns to look at Fujita, appraising her for a mere moment before continuing. Jimmy Riley: Unfortunately for you, Ms. Fujita, your trip is going to be for naught. Because tonight, before the fans here, your countrymen watching in Japan, and women's wrestling fans around the world, Fiona Collins, The ACE of EXODUS, is going to make an example out of you. Now...I don't ask you to worry; there is no need for that. This isn't two weeks from tonight, when Mrs. Collins steps into the ring with her sister-in-law. He walks over to the ropes, looking at the crowd as he kicks the bottom one for effect. Jimmy Riley: These ropes are not strands of barbed wire, they don't cut flesh apart. They don't draw blood. They're merely a tool for The Ace to use against her opponents. He turns away from the ropes, approaching the other side of the ring. Jimmy Riley: This match is not unsanctioned; rather, it adheres to the normal rules of wrestling. The referee is here...not to merely render a decision, but to enforce those rules. No, Fiona Collins is not about to enter this ring and make an example of you out to her sister-in-law. Instead, I want both our esteemed World Champion and his number one contender to listen closely to what I'm about to say, and to watch closely what Mrs. Collins is about to do. Riley stops, mid-ring, and lets the mixed reaction of the crowd wash over him; cheers from the Fiona Followers, of which there are quite a few tonight, and boos from others, either fans of Christian Kane or fans who flew in to support the KJPW contingent. Jimmy Riley: This is a statement. That title belt around the waist of Fiona Collins isn't some ceremonial piece of tin. It's a championship that she's carried proudly for the last eighteen months, that she's offered to defend countless times against countless opponents. Tonight she defends it just as she did the EXODUS World Championship...a title that she MADE a World Title! Then, after that, the two of you will witness just how far she will go to achieve her goals, as the "Stardust Seraph" enters a war zone to literally rip apart HER OWN SISTER-IN-LAW. Finally, which ever one of you is unlucky enough to emerge from your match holding that World Championship? The countdown will be on; the countdown to Fiona Collins entering the ring against you and reclaiming what's rightfully hers. And now... Jimmy Riley snaps his fingers, and the lights in the building shut off; save for one spotlight on himself. Jimmy Riley: At this time, it's my honor to introduce...the reigning... defending HEC Women's Champion! From Portland, Oregon -- THE STARDUST SERAPH...THE ACE OF EXODUS...FIONA COLLINS!It's not "The Howling", "The Ocean", or even "Electric Forest." No, it's the electric drum pulse that starts something else. The sound of a synth and a few notes for "Only" by Nine Inch Nails begins, and the crowd turns to the entrance as purple and white lights blink around the entrance. I'm becoming less defined as days go by Fading away And well you might say I'm losing focus Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself... The crowd gives a reaction that's slightly more cheers than jeers as Fiona Collins stands at the entrance in her new entrance gear: a Padres inspired baggie hoodie that reads "COLLINS" in the front and "ACE" on the back with a number one. The homage to the home town team gets her a bigger pop as she reveals her next new piece of gear, an "I AM THE GREATEST" snapback in her keynote colors as she looks around while clutching her HEC Title before walking to the ring, hood over her head and snapback. Less concerned about fitting into the world Your world that is Cause it doesn't really matter anymore No it doesn't really matter anymore None of this really matters anymore
Yes I am alone but then again I always was As far back as I can tell I think maybe it's because Because you were never really real to begin with I just made you up to hurt myself Fiona makes her way down the aisle to the ring before doing her traditional hop to the apron and springboard in, touching the ring like she's landing Superman-style, before going to the corner to flip her hood back and sing along with the track. I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah And I just made you up to hurt myself
And it worked. Yes it did!
There is no you There is only me There is no you There is only me There is no fucking you There is only me There is no fucking you There is only me! With that, Fiona flips off the corner and lands, once again touching the mat in her traditional entrance pose as her loyal Fiona Followers shower the ring in purple and white streamers! She pops up in the middle of all of them, having unzipped the hoodie while being showered in the streamers to reveal her gear, as a portion of the crowd pops for her, her taking her title and holding it in front of Fujita, daring her to take it from her as the music dies down and the ringside staff starts clearing out the streamers before the bell. Fiona and Fujita meet up at center of the ring, Fiona holding her title as she and Fujita start talking, the both of them starting to trade insults at one another, with Fiona finally having enough of Fujita's taunting which leads her to slap Miyabi! Miyabi steps back reeling before Fiona ducks a Fujita lariat attempt, Fiona running toward the opposite side ropes as she flips forward and bounces off the ropes, looking to put Fujita away with a Shinigami early, but Fujita catches Fiona and tosses her back with a modified t-bone suplex! Fiona hits the mat with a thud and Fujita tries to charge in, but Fiona leans back to miss the charging knee, giving Fiona a chance to pick the ankle to take her down before she wraps up Fujita quickly to grab her arms as she looks to go for The Undertow, but Fujita quickly gets to the ropes and the two break free, leading Fiona to stare her down as they both realize that they're prepared for this rematch. The two of them slowly start to regain their bearings, Fiona returning to her corner as Jimmy Riley hops up on the apron to whisper some strategy in her ear as Fujita seems to be waiting impatiently for Fiona to get on with it. Dick Morosi: Fiona has really slowed her game down, and I think it's starting to get in Miyabi Fujita's head. Seth Ericson: I don't know how I feel about this new Fiona, but it seems to be effective at playing mind games. Jimmy leaves the apron after the referee comes over to reprimand him, and Fiona comes back out from the corner as she starts to pause and size up Fujita, looking to lock up. The pair have a feeling out process before the two start locking up and looking to get an advantage. Neither of them get an advantage until Fiona starts to back Fujita into a corner. She starts to keep hold as the ref counts, breaking the count at three by simply clean breaking before she smirks a bit and unleashes a vicious knife edge chop to the chest of Fujita. She unleashes another one and remains merciless in chopping Fujita's chest before whipping her to the opposite corner and coming in with double knees to nail Fujita in the ribs. Fujita stumbles out and Fiona bounces off the ropes and springboards up, coming at her with a huge modified Disaster Kick, sending Fujita reeling down! Fiona sees her fall and she goes to the ropes again, springboarding one more time for an Asai moonsault before she makes a cover! One! Two! TH-KICKOUT! Fiona sighs and nods, hands on her hips as she picks up Fujita and getting her to her knees before she backs up and charges forward to hit Fujita with a variation of her husband's Parallax Shock shining wizard! She sits up Fujita and runs back to bounce off the ropes and charges forward, coming in with a huge sliding kick to Fujita's face, and she hooks the leg again! ONE! TWO! THR---KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: This new aggressive side of Fiona Collins is starting to pay dividends, even if it's not bringing her a victory. Seth Ericson: Fiona has never been this aggressive in her career, and she's surprising a LOT of people here. Fiona doesn't hesitate to throw a side headlock on Fujita after rolling her over, deciding to start transitioning into a crossface, but Fujita gets to the ropes. Fiona gets herself free of Fujita as she gets up and as soon as she hits the ropes, she's surprised when Fujita catches her with a pop up powerbomb! Fujita bounces off the ropes and nails a huge knee kick and quickly lifts up Fiona from being in a laying position before she just completely dead lifts her and drops her with a brainbuster! Collapsing down and hooking the leg, Fujita goes for a cover! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Fujita is enraged and she lifts up Fiona and drags her to the ropes, starting to choke her against the middle rope as the referee counts to five, letting her go at four. Fujita begins to angrily yell at the referee before she lifts up Fiona and whips her to a corner, charging in to collide with The Stardust Seraph with a huge splash! She quickly grips Fiona and drops her with a belly to belly suplex, Fiona trying to roll to the corner. Completely sore, Fiona tries to pull herself up before Fujita grabs her by the hair and lifts her up uranage style before charging toward a corner and throws her into the turnbuckles! Fiona stumbles out and Fujita hits one more belly to belly suplex! She grabs Fiona and tries chuckling her to a corner again with an Irish whip, but Fiona starts to slide and stops the whip with her foot connecting with the turnbuckle, all before she pushes off and rolls back to catch a charging Fujita with her feet before she starts to use her hands to gain momentum to spin, bringing Fujita around with a massive hurricanrana! The hometown crowd is cheering as Fiona gets up and screams out angrily, looking to start putting away Miyabi. Dick Morosi: Fiona is starting to take control! Fujita gets to her knees as she tries to get up before Fiona hits a huge rolling elbow to the face...then a palm strike to the chest! She backs up like she's about to finish Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose, but she just waves it off and nails Fujita with a slap to the face! She shakes her head and when she realizes Fujita isn't flat down, Fiona backs up and nails a superkick, finally taking her down! With that, she looks around before she points to the corner to give the fans a throw back! Seth Ericson: Things are about to get magical, Dick! With that, Fiona starts to slowly climb up to the top turnbuckle as she nods out what she's about to do, looking to make her move as she keeps her back to Fujita. With no effort, she gracefully leaps off to hit the double rotation moonsault she used to call the Expecto Patro---FUJITA GETS THE KNEES UP! Fujita gets up and quickly hoists up Fiona...EXPLODER SUPLEX! She grabs Fiona...T-BONE SUPLEX! And again...TIGER SUPLEX! SHE HAS GONE COMPLETELY MAD HERE! Fujita hoists her up and whips Fiona to the ropes before she bounces off the ropes, looking to catch Fiona with the Fujita lariat, but she ducks and waits for Fujita at the ropes after she catches them, but Fiona ducks and back body drops Fujita over the ropes! She leaps up and over with a shooting star press that sends Fujita reeling! Fiona screams something about this being "HER HOUSE!" as she slaps her chest a few times, nodding as the crowd starts getting firmly behind her! Fiona starts to back up and as she waits for Fujita to get back up to her feet, she starts to charge from around the corner before SHE JUMPS AND LEAPS THROUGH THE ROPES TO CATCH FUJI---FUJITA HOLDS ON AND RAMS HER INTO THE CORNER POST! Fujita shakes off all the cobwebs and throws Fiona back into the ring as she starts winding up her arm, letting everyone know what's coming. Removing one of her arm guards, she nods as she starts sizing her up. Dick Morosi: It's time for that world renowned Fujita Lariat, Seth! Indeed it looks like it as Miyabi waits before she bounces off the ropes and charges toward Fiona...LARI--SHINIGAMI! FIONA LEAPS UP AND NAILS THE SHINIGAMI, DROPPING FUJITA LIKE A BAD HABIT! SHE RAISES FUJITA TO HER KNEES...SHINIGAMI! AND SHE DOES IT ONE MORE TIME WITH A HUGE ROLLING ELBOW AS SHE KEEPS THE SPIN INTO THE SHINIGAMI! THREE CONSECUTIVE ONES AND SHE HOOKS THE LEG! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Only" starts to play again and Fiona leans back, sighing in relief as Jimmy Riley grabs the belt from the timekeeper and brings it to Fiona while she slowly gets to her feet. Backing her up as she waits for Fujita to rise, she takes a deep breath and climbs a turnbuckle to hoist the title high, letting her fans take in everything. WINNER (and STILL HEC Women's Champion): Fiona CollinsThe crowd continues to stir as Riley and Collins stare at a rising Fujita, Fiona coming over and spinning her around. The two get right back into the personal space of one another, going nose to nose as they start yelling at one another. Fiona and Fujita start to yell at one another before Fiona pushes Fujita back...and extends her hand. The two rivals look at one another, the two of them trading a few words before Miyabi angrily shakes her hand, storming off afterward, having conceded Fiona's superiority this round. Dick Morosi: Her new attitude has shocked a lot of people, but this new aggressive side of her not only allowed her to win tonight, but retain her HEC Women's Title. Seth Ericson: I really hope Chris Strike and Christian Kane are paying attention. Miyabi Fujita threw everything at her and she still found a way to win. It wasn't a classic Fiona comeback, but it was her matching Fujita's sheer brutality. It's a matter of time before Michelle Collins gives her a World Title match, and you have to wonder if she really is the next in line. Dick Morosi: This is something fans will be debating for a while. Meanwhile, let's head backstage. We cut to backstage where Ruby Tyler is standing against a wall, talking with the young Japanese man she pulled out of a freezer on last week’s (r)Evolution Wrestling show in Tijuana, since identified as Tsurugi Kanemoto. They are interrupted by the arrival of a deliveryman carrying a long, slender white box. Deliveryman: Uh, sorry to bother you, but um, I’m looking for a Miss Ruby Tyler? Ruby Tyler: Ms, actually, but yeah, you found her. Deliveryman: Okay cool. Just sign here, please. Ruby signs the receipt and digs around in her pocket for a couple of dollars to tip the guy, sending him on his way before turning to glare at Tsurugi. Ruby Tyler: What did I tell you about sending me flowers? Bad enough they’re all over my apartment, but now you’re having them send to me backstage? Apparently you need to go back to that freezer because you’ve completely lost your chill. Tsurugi Kanemoto: For once, ma cher Ruby, this wasn’t me. Ruby Tyler: Oh, please. Who else would be sending me flowers? Tsurugi Kanemoto: I’m sure you have many admirers! Ruby Tyler: ...Not who would do something like this. Which leaves you. Tsurugi Kanemoto: And yet, it wasn’t me. Ruby Tyler: Who else would it be then? Tsurugi Kanemoto: Is there a card? That’ll probably tell you. Ruby Tyler: I should’ve left you in that freezer. When this turns out to be you… Tsurugi Kanemoto: It won’t. Ruby Tyler: Ugh. Fine, whatever. She pulls open the box and lets the cover fall to the floor, revealing a bouquet of twelve long-stemmed roses. They were once red, but the petals are wilting and several fall off as she searches in vain for any indication of who they came from. Ruby Tyler: What the f--- Kevin Hardaway: You like them, sweetheart? Ruby Tyler: Flowers - even dead ones - aren’t really my style. Kevin Hardaway: Doesn’t matter. Two weeks from now you’ll be more dead than they are. Ruby Tyler: Or I’ll be getting you fresh ones to go on your grave. Kevin Hardaway: HEY! I was just trying to do something nice here. A little “forgiveness” present for almost breaking your neck at The War Isn’t Over Yet. But if you don’t want them, that’s fine. There’s plenty to go around. Ruby Tyler: You know, you make me sick… Kevin Hardaway: Isn’t that the point, darling? Ruby Tyler: No, the point is that what you’re doing is just...I can’t describe it. But you just wait. In two weeks, this will all be over. Kevin Hardaway: In two weeks, those aren’t the only flowers I’ll be giving you. Finally, Tsurugi throws himself between the two of them, grabbing Ruby by the shoulders. Tsurugi Kanemoto: Hey! Come on, you guys can do this in two weeks, let’s go. Ruby tries to argue with him, but Tsurugi keeps blocking her attempts to get around him until finally she settles for flipping Kevin off and heading back to the locker room, leaving her dead bouquet on the floor for Sven to clean up later.
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