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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 10, 2013 21:47:53 GMT -6
Personal InformationName: Kris. (No, no I am not that ripping fucker Kris Peek.) Email: succubis.dance@gmail.com. Previous E-Wrestling Experience: Almost five and a half years, now. Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): My AIM is DesecrationInc. Character InfoName: Natalie Bateman. Height: 5'9". Weight: 173 lbs. Hometown: Durham, NC. Alignment: +5. (Superfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace, dun-da-nah~!) Entrance Music:'Monster' by Paramore. Entrance Description:The arena goes black, a darkness that lingers for a few seconds until the opening chords of 'Monster' by Paramore play as the screen comes to life. Footage that has been treated to look old, faded rolls of the Southern Belle fighting her way back up to her feet after being knocked down-- and the moment that she appears on the screen, the crowd cheers loudly for the fan-favorite that is about to come out. As the blond regains her feet in that video footage, bruised and battered but still willing to fight, Hayley Williams' voice rings out clearly.
[div align=center][i][font color="coral"]...and come back for the hope that you've [b]stolen[/b].[/font][/i][/div]
The chorus hits the sound system with a vengeance as Natalie Bateman makes her way out from behind the curtain, a bit of a bounce in her stride. It's not the sort that comes from being happily energetic, though. Rather? It's clear that her competitive fire is burning brighter than ever. As coral and white lights flash along the rampway, Natalie still slaps a few of the hands that are offered to her as she descends down it… but her focus is on the ring. Speeding up at the bottom of the ramp, she slides into the ring on her stomach before getting to her feet. The nearest turnbuckle is mounted as she looks out over the crowd, raising her fists in the air to evoke more cheers. She lingers there for a few moments before hopping down, doing a couple stretches to prepare for the match at hand.Physical Appearance: If one were to look up the term 'girl next door', it's entirely possible that a picture of Natalie would be right beside the entry. Blond hair in big, loose curls fall to about chest-length, framing pretty, youthful features that could've won her a homecoming crown back in high school. The most notable thing about her face, though, are her blue eyes. Perpetually tanned, Natalie's build is muscular without being overblown, a combination of soft edges from girlhood that still have yet to completely fade and curves that are about average keeping her from looking too unladylike. Bereft of scars, she has one piercing in each earlobe - although she never wears earrings to the ring, of course - and a couple of small tattoos hidden upon her person. (Or you could just go and find a picture of Taylor Swift since that's who I use as her character rep. That works, too.  Ring Attire: Natalie's ring attire consists of coral spandex shorts which come down to roughly mid-thigh and a sports bra of the same material with silver piping throughout, with simple white boots with shin pads (think C.M. Punk) on her feet. It's simple, no muss nor fuss... and that's exactly how she likes it. As for when she's in attendance at shows when she's not booked, she dresses nicely, smartly one could say-- dress slacks, skirts, and blouses, all on the more conservative and tasteful side. There's not very many designer names in her wardrobe, much to her husband's chagrin. Gimmick: Remember the good ol' days, back when the good wrestlers and the bad wrestlers were more starkly defined? Natalie would've fit in as a heroine in those days as easy as pie. The sort to always play by the rules and to use her own talents to win rather than cheat or use weapons, this Southern Belle is as hard-working and dedicated to the business she loves-- and the fans that make living her dream possible-- as can be. Personality: Even though she's a little bit more worldly than when she first stepped into the wresting business back in 2009, Natalie is still obviously a small-town Southern girl. The sort to go to church on Sundays and easily whip up delicious food for large groups of people, the Belle is definitely still easily flustered about sexual references and the like, something William takes advantage of in order to amuse himself fairly often. She's also extremely polite, having sworn precisely five times on-air over the span of her three-year-career while calling everyone 'Mister', 'Miss', or 'Missus' with surnames as appropriate. That's not to say she is a doormat, although she does tend to simply give disapproving looks and cooly polite rebuttals over going all insult-heavy in someone's face. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character:1. She's Got Legs (And She Knows How To Use Them) - Thanks to a lifetime of leg-based athletic activities-- soccer, most specifically-- Natalie has proven to pack quite the whallop, especially considering how nicely she speaks and how she presents herself. She's quick on those educated feet of hers as well. 2. Call Her David...ina? - She's developed ingenious-- and completely legal-- ways of taking down opponents larger than herself over the years as a matter of necessity. This also means she doesn't intimidate easily when faced with a giant; she's chopped them down to size before, after all… and she'll do it again. 3. They Love Her Back - Another strength is her connection to the fans, their cheers something that she can draw upon to summon forth feats of endurance-- and on one surprising occasion, strength. That should be used sparingly, though… and it'd also tucker her right out, which could signal the end for her shot at victory. List up to three weaknesses of your character:1. No Going Horizontal - ...not in the ring, anyway. (Ahem.) Natalie's mat game is mediocre at best, and taking out one of her legs can greatly impair her ability to win a match for obvious reasons. Such is the price she pays for her particular chosen fighting style. 2. No Man (Or Woman) Left Behind - When it comes to the war with LEGION, Natalie flat-out will not leave an ally behind. This means that she will indeed go riding to the rescue against impossible odds… without a weapon since she believes strongly against their use save in the most dire of moments. 3. Size and Strength - This one should be fairly obvious. Even if she's developed work-arounds for a lot of cases, they don't always necessarily work the way that she wants them to. Biography: While one could focus on her personal history-- the loss of her parents in separate car accidents, the betrayals of close friends, and all that other not-horribly-fun stuff-- that's not what is relevant here. What is? The fact that, in the span of two and a half years, she has gone from a relative unknown to a decorated champion. The last woman to hold the VWA Women's Championship and the sole woman to win Hardkore Helloween without so much as picking up a single weapon, the blond some call the Southern Belle has even broken the gender barrier by being the only woman in EUW's vaulted history to hold a championship. While competing in PW, Natalie received a call from Jonathan Collins inviting her to Invincible… where she bears witness to Collins was taken out by Legion. Now she's bringing her never-say-die attitude to EXODUS Pro in the name of standing up to those bullying so-and-sos and showing them that no, no their will is not absolute. Wrestling Style:Unconventional striker-- think RVD, but without the flips and a lot of the top rope action-- with a dash of power, when appropriate. Said power moments are suplex-driven, largely, thanks to her past training with Andrew 'Carnage' Kincaid. Finishers1. Closure (Scissors Kick. Please note that Natalie tends to bring her heel down upon the base of the skull when she brings her leg down.). 2. Hitting Bottom (Rydeen Bomb - D-Lo Brown's 'Sky High' variant, to be exact.). 3. The F.Y.F. (After cinching an opponent in a cravate, Natalie drives her knee up into her opponent's face until they either stop moving or the referee makes her stop. This is, as Will would describe it, her 'Fuck you, DIE!' finisher, preferably reserved for feud endings or if someone pushes her too far. As for what FYF stands for… well, ask her husband.). Signature Moves1. Turmoil (Springboard Wheelkick to the back). 2. Epiphany (Feint shining wizard transitioned into a reverse roundhouse - also known as Low Ki's 'Black Magic'). 3. Fury ( Amaze Impact into Natalie's knee.). Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves.1. Russian leg sweep. 2. Roundhouse kick. 3. Reverse roundhouse kick. 4. Jumping roundhouse kick. 5. Dropkick to the knee. 6. Spinning heel kick. 7. Kicks aimed at various and sundry parts of the body (as needed). 8. Stiff kick to the back of a seated opponent. 9. Dragon whip feint into a leg sweep. 10. Leg drop (can do variations on it). 11. Springboard clothesline. 12. Enzuiguri. 13. Russian leg sweep. 14. Baseball slide. 15. Chop-block. 16. Aztec suplex. 17. German suplex. 18. Dragon suplex. 19. Snap suplex. 20. Tiger suplex. 21. Fisherman's suplex. 22. Northern lights suplex. 23. Leg trap suplex (counter). 24. Power slam. 25. Scoop slam. 26. Hip toss. 27. Ipponezei throw. 28. Dragon screw legwhip. 29. Falling Forward "Piledriver". 30. Backbreaker. 31. Piledriver. 32. Tumbling back elbow. 33. Handspring off the ropes back elbow (think Tajiri). 34. Brainbuster. 35. Inverted DDT. 36. DDT. 37. Atomic drop. 38. Inverted atomic drop. 39. Indian deathlock. (Note: this is what Natalie will go for in a submissions match.) 40. Spinebuster. 41. Sunset flip. 42. Sunset flip powerbomb. 43. Kip-up (Not offensive, but damn it all - it fits!). 44. Skinning the cat (Same thing...).
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 9, 2013 18:20:55 GMT -6
Personal InformationName: Cris Previous E-Wrestling Experience: Too much. Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): Ask me  --- Character Info
Full Name: Christian Henrik Kanensson Ring Name: Christian Kane Nicknames: ‘The Handsome Drifter’, ‘Canadian Sensation’ Height: 6’1 Weight: 215lbs Hometown: Toronto, Ontario, Canada Alignment: +2 (While his actions and methods may not be conventionally moral, his intentions are good). Entrance Music: ‘You Give Love A Bad Name’ - Bon Jovi Entrance Description: [center][size=3][font color="ff0000"][b]SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME![/b][/font][/size][/center]
The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks.
[ANNOUNCER INTRODUCTION HERE]
With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp, acknowledging certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. Christian stares at the ring, a stoic, focused expression that eventually turns into a smirk as Kane makes his way up the steps, the crowd cheering for him all the while over his music.
From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more.
After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead.
Physical Appearance: Picbase is Stefanos MilatosRing Attire: Kane now wears; - Long red skintight latex tights with a pattern similar to the tattoo on his chest going along the front. - The tights have a white trim and a white pseudo belt along the top. - White boots with red laces and knee pads on each knee above them. - Two white elbow pads. - Both hands almost fully taped up and a white latex arm sleeve going up to the elbow pad on his left arm with ‘#STUDLIFE’ printed across it in red lettering. Gimmick: Workhorse/Showstealer Personality: Whilst he does still retain some of his egotistical traits, Christian Kane has toned it down a notch and has surrounded himself with good friends that he can trust to open up to about his problems. It’s due to this that he can accept the support from the fans and thrive off of it. List up to three strengths of your character:- Extremely innovative offense - Athletic ability (speed, stamina) - Silver-tongued List up to three weaknesses of your character:- Easily distracted - Former substance abuser - Has the ability to get carried away when frustrated Biography: - Born in Miami, Florida on June 7th 1985 to two Canadian parents. - Raised in Toronto after being moved there in 1992, went to college in Miami whilst pursuing a career in professional wrestling - Severe drug problems after death of fiancee in 2007, career took a backseat to his demons. - Cleaned up somewhat on the drugs and began to live a healthier, career fuelled lifestyle at the end of 2010. - Relative indy success, had quite a cult following come 2011. - Began to wrestle on grander stages in 2012, winning championships after most had written his career off as a failure before 2010. - Signed a lucrative EXODUS Pro contract on April 1st 2013 after several weeks of contact between Kane and EXODUS management. - A clause in the contract however was not met and come June 3rd 2013 Christian Kane left EXODUS Pro. - Just under 2 months later Christian Kane agreed to different terms to return to EXODUS Pro as an Edward Nair signing on July 28th. - Following his match against longtime rival Chris Strike at No Church In The Wild, Kane’s face was left brutally damaged thanks to several railroad spike shots to the face. It’s due to this Kane has slowly slipped into psychosis, wearing a mask to protect his face, using that same mask to do damage to other EXODUS Pro competitors. - After his humbling final defeat to longtime rival Chris Strike at The Autumn Effect it seemed Kane had hung up his boots for good when he took up the role of Interim Director of EXODUS Pro for a few months around the end of 2013 and the start of 2014. - The then ‘semi-retired’ Christian Kane burst back onto the scene at Absent Are The Saints, entering the Crucible at #7, eliminating himself and Brett Sands - the latter being one of the two EXODUS Pro wrestlers he indefinitely suspended in his last few hours at Interim Director. - Looking more career orientated than ever, the now fan favourite Christian Kane defeated Brett Sands at Ascendancy and looks to finally cement himself as one of the best wrestlers in the history of EXODUS Pro. Wrestling Style: Technical/Aerial/Brawler Hybrid - generally a very athletic competitor who will eventually resort to brawling and cheap tactics if he becomes frustrated enough (this is usually the case). A new added sense of aggressiveness and purpose can also be witnessed in Kane’s wrestling. Finishers:- The SuperSexyKick (refered to as the SSK) - Superkick - [PRIMARY] - #STUDLIFE CURBSTOMP! - (Turnbuckle assisted curbstomp) - Kane rests his opponent face down on the bottom turnbuckle, then with a run up uses the second, then top rope to leap into the air and land on the back of his opponents head with both feet - [SECONDARY] - Canadian Maple Leaf - Haas of Pain - [SUBMISSION] Signature Moves:- STKO - Busaiku Knee Kick - Springboard Roundhouse Kick - The Shocker - Scissors Kick - Danger Zone - Swinging Backbreaker - Top Rope Moonsault Regular Moves:- Several restholds to keep his opponent grounded (chinlock, headlock, etc) - Variety of punches/forearms - Snap Suplex - Corkscrew Neckbreaker - Facebuster - One-Handed Bulldog - Belly to Belly Suplex - Fisherman’s Suplex - Inverted Russian Leg Sweep - Enziguri - Dropkick - Standing Shooting Star Press - Stalling Suplex - Triangle Hold - Lionsault - Hurricanrana - Jumping elbow drop then several elbow drops directly afterwards - Snapmare followed by a dropkick to the back of the head - Jumping knee drop - Kane leaves his knee on his opponents face, applying pressure for a few seconds. Accomplishments:
EXODUS Pro WrestlingMoment of the No Church In The Wild cycle (Kane Gets Spiked) Match of the Desperate Times cycle (Heather Halliwell vs Christian Kane vs Steve Lenton) Newcomer of the Desperate Times cycle Sex & Violence WrestlingSVW Defiance Champion SVW Heel of the Year 2012 SVW Feud of the Year 2012 (Kane vs Strike) Universal Wrestling LeagueUWL World Heavyweight Champion UWL Heritage Champion 2011 Coronation Cup Winner Supernova Wrestling AllianceSWA A-League Champion (First & Last) Eternal Sunshine WrestlingESW Junior Heavyweight Champion (First & Last) Kingdom of PrideKoP Valiant Champion KoP Scramble Champion x2 (w/ Bonesnap [first], w/ Obscene) KoP Moment of the Year 2010 (Kane wins the Valiant Championship) KoP Heel of the Year 2010 KoP Feud of the Year 2010 (Kane vs Eagles) Samurai SWORDSWORD Yin and Yang Champion (First) Slamtime! Wrestling CompanySWC Technical Champion
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 9, 2013 16:45:12 GMT -6
Personal Information Name: Dawn Email: nerdmom85@gmail.com Previous E-Wrestling Experience: 13 years Instant Messenger Names (MSN, AIM, Yahoo): Trillian: beautifuldisaster85 MSN: lost_soulette@hotmail.com AIM: ant1s0c1alk1d Character Info Name: Westley McFadden Height: 6’ .25” Weight: 192 Hometown: Las Vegas, NV Alignment: 0 * Alignment follows a different idea in EXODUS than simply "face" or "heel." Characters are placed on a scale ranging from a -5 (Full on heel), through 0 (Complete Tweener with no allegiances), all the way to +5 (Full on face). We would appreciate if you would also attempt to explain why you think your character deserves their spot on the scale, though it's not required. Entrance Music: “Bullet with Butterfly Wings” The Smashing Pumpkins Entrance Description: “Bullet with Butterfly Wings” The Smashing Pumpkins begins to play to the sold out arena. The music fills the arena as Westley McFadden steps out onto the small stage. He pauses and cracks his taped knuckles before descending the ramp. He slides beneath the bottom rope of the ring, walks to the nearest turnbuckle, and ascends the pole. On the middle pad, he bumps his chest in taunt with his fingertips before opening his arms to the crowd--accepting whatever reception they shower his way. He jumps down, turning back to wait for the match to start. Physical Appearance: Ryan Gosling Ring Attire: Taped wrists and hands. Plain black Champion shorts with drawstring waist that comes to knee length. Black MMA boots. Gimmick: McFadden is known back in Sin City as the “3 Minute Man” of his fighting circuit. The “Golden Boy of Vegas”states he can guarantee a victory in three minutes or less or he doesn’t get paid. Personality: Quiet and no nonsense. West is reserved and often allows his actions to speak for him. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character: 1. Agility 2. Submission Experience 3. All work and no play List up to three weaknesses of your character: 1. Neutral 2. Reserved 3. Camera shy Biography: Nothing happens in Crossett, Arkansas--so when Clay Bass saw the opportunity to get out of town--he did. With barely enough money to make it on his own, Bass moved out west chasing a fool’s dream. He hit Vegas with just the clothes on his back and the money in his pocket. Securing a job as a bouncer in a run down casino called the Lucky 13--the owner, Pauly Styles became quite partial to Bass after a brawl broke out in the casino.
Showing extreme skills as a fighter--Styles swept Bass from his security team and immediately handed him off to the crime king himself--Dominic Durio. Durio, with Styles’ help--erased the identity of Clay Bass--and gave birth to an ultimate fighting machine--Westley McFadden.
West quickly became a popular icon in Vegas--pulling underground crowds from all over to see the man do what he did best.
It was when a mutual friend of Durio and Styles’--Brantley Ryder--witnessed one of McFadden’s fights that the man was presented with an amazing opportunity. A chance to venture out for a new challenge and a taste of adventure. Wrestling Style: MMA/Submission Finishers ”High Roller” Single Leg Boston Crab Signature Moves 1. Suplex Pin [Alt: Suplex Slam] (Power Plex) 2. Sharpshooter 3. Missile dropkick Regular Moves Standing Strike Attacks Snap Jab Toe Kick Back Chop Dropkick to Knee King Spinning Kick Kick Reversal Reversal Clothesline (Alt: Reversal Elbow) Reversal Sweep (Alt: Reversal Take Down) Reversal Leg Lace Reversal Enzuigiri Quick Grapple Nose Clip Back Chop European Uppercut Arm Wrench Quick Grapple from Behind Back Side Slam Low Kick Knee Breaker Chop Block Grapple Moves Collar & Elbow Grapple Knife Edge Chop Armbar 5 Sit-Down Power Bomb Piledriver Powerbomb Military Press Drop Side Headlock Grapple Knee to the Head (Alts: Grapple Eye Rake, Grapple Punch to the Head) Abdominal Stretch Snap DDT Float Over DDT Snapmare & Dropkick Suplex Northern Lights Suplex Wrist Lock Grapple Elbow Smash (Alt: Grapple Middle Kick) Sleeper Hold Gourdbuster Step Up Enzuigiri Pendulum Backbreaker Green Bay Plunge (Alt: STO) Rear Waist Lock Grapple Drop Kick Full Nelson German Suplex Pin Half Nelson Choke Belly to Back Spin Out Powerbomb Ground Strike Attacks Wrestling Hero Stomp Dropkick Elbow Drop Outlaw Stomp Elbow Drop Stomping Combo Back Chop Knee Drop Knee Smash Submission Grapple Surfboard Stretch Camel Clutch 3 Boston Crab (Alt: Figure Four Leg Lock 2) Submission Match Surfboard Stretch Camel Clutch 3 Figure Four Leg lock Corner Strike Attacks Turnbuckle Clothesline Turnbuckle Dropkick Turnbuckle Dropkick Grapple Moves Flying Clothesline Dropkick Super Hurricanrana Superplex Grapple from Behind Illegal Pin (Alt: Lucha DDT) Super Back Suplex Double Axe Handle Rebound Suplex Sitting Corner Grapple Running Knee Strike (Alt: Pushes Turnbuckle) Groggy Against Ropes Knee Drop (Alt: Rope Choke) Slingshot Body Splash Springboard Dropkick Vaulting Body Press (Alt: Rope Flip ) Strike Attacks Punch to Ring Axe Handle to Ringside Slingshot Body Splash Missile Dropkick Diving Elbow Drop Running Calf Kick [Leg Lariat] Flying Wheel Kick (Alts: Spinning Wheel Kick , Elbow Attack , Shoulder Block) Baseball Slide Crucifix Head Scissor Irish Whip Rebound Dropkick 1 [Star Kick] Tilt A Whirl Side Slam Snap Powerslam Reversal Kick Leapfrog |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 9, 2013 13:04:29 GMT -6
New to this set of awards, EXODUS introduces the "Newcomer of the Cycle" award! This award is for the newcomer that provides the biggest impact between our iPPV Supershows. This time, four wrestlers have stepped up and been fairly big fairly quickly!
Jerry Matthews
-The Southern Baptist preacher stormed onto the scene in a vignette at E-Pro TV #5. After a dark match win at Episode #6, Jerry made his TV match debut with an incredibly dominant match against EXODUS Pro Champion Fiona Rourke, coming up just short of victory. At Invincible, Jerry defeated Blake Jones, Aiden Romero, and FGA's Johnny Blayze to become the first EXODUS San Diego Bay Champion!
Ryuji Kamigawa
-Kamigawa similarly debuted in a vignette, offering his services to anyone in EXODUS, be they E-Pro roster members or the members of LEGION! He's been nothing short of a freight train, dispatching Daniel Prophet and Itsumo Ichi before heading to Invincible. At that show, he came inches from winning the EXODUS Pro International Title in a triple threat against Dom Harter and Heather Halliwell, but he wasn't the man pinned! The future looks bright for the Japanese import.
Jimmy Riley
-Not technically a "newcomer," Riley began EXODUS as the head road agent, helping talent and organizing the show. After trading blows with Kliff Ulysses, however, Riley found himself out of that job...and into a new one as an active roster competitor! Riley picked up a win over Aiden Romero in his in-ring debut at E-Pro TV #7, and at Invincible found himself on the good side of a disqualification against LEGION's sword, Gouken Haroshi. As EXODUS continues, Riley looks to be one of the primary forces against LEGION!
Erin Daniels
-Just as her fiancee Kameron Chase did, Erin Daniels has burst onto the scene of EXODUS! After picking up a win in her debut against V, Erin went into a triple threat against Harakiri and "The Dream Catcher" Norohiro Akashi at Invincible. Even though she came up short, Daniels is one to watch in the future here in EXODUS!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 8, 2013 15:56:18 GMT -6
We have a good chunk of news coming out of Invincible! Let's not waste time, let's get right to it! - EXODUS has been contacted by a representative of former wrestlers Xavier and Melissa Michaels about personally attending E-Pro Television #8. Business or pleasure, the Michaels likely have a motive for such a public appearance. It will also be the first time that they will be seen at a wrestling event in over four years!
- EXODUS interviewer Tom Matheny was able to catch up with the inaugural San Diego Bay Champion "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews to get his thoughts on his victory and the events that transpired with Jonathan Collins at Invincible:
"Having a competitor with my pedigree and religious background can only be good for EXODUS Pro and for the San Diego Bay area as a whole. With a champion such as myself that can embody the area's religious heritage will make EXODUS the proverbial shining city on a hill that it truly can be. This is especially true now that that false messiah Jonathan Collins had his wings clipped by the members of LEGION tonight. Now, the fans of EXODUS finally have a champion they can be proud of and the children can see what is possible through the power of God's grace. Let the fate of Blake Jones be a message that will put the rest of the roster on notice. If you mess with a man of the cloth, you will end up facing the Savior's Wrath. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God."
- A number of reputable sources confirm that Magnus Gunner suffered numerous injuries in the Chairshot Survival Match against Fiona Rourke. The RIMAC medical staff didn't give much specifics regarding the severity of those injuries. They did however confirm that the "Loaded Pistol" is suffering from a partially bruised sternum, as well as bruised ribs. It is not certain yet if he'll miss any time to heal his ailing wounds and appendages.
- Ryuji Kamigawa stormed out of the RIMAC Arena following his defeat at Invincible (and shared commiseration over his office's alcohol with Jimmy Riley). Notably, EXODUS Pro officials were looking for the self-proclaimed mercenary, as a piece of correspondence had been found with the Man in White's name on it.
- In the wake of the devastating attack on former EXODUS Pro Director and his exile from the company, Rufus Frost was quick to name Head Road Agent Darrin Stearns interim Director. He was quick to not only sign Natalie Bateman to an EXODUS contract, but put her in the main event of E-Pro Television #8!
EXODUS Pro fans have become some of the best in pro wrestling. All across the globe, the brand is building, resulting in successful tours of Japan for several of our wrestlers with Kingdom of Japan Pro Wrestling. Now, in partnership with KJPW, we begin the march to one of the biggest weekends in the history of pro wrestling! May 31st, June 1st, and June 2nd are the dates where Kingdom of Japan Pro Wrestling and EXODUS Pro Wrestling will not only combine to deliver one of KJPW's biggest shows of the year, KANSAI PRO-WRESTLING FESTIVAL 2013, but a joint card, to conclude the weekend with our third iPPV, Desperate Times! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 14:22:47 GMT -6
1) Magnus Gunner (Last Show: 2)
The monster scored a moral victory in round one of the war between himself and Fiona Rourke at Invincible. Though Rourke didn't defeat him, Gunner didn't exactly walk away unscathed. The two seemed to have settled nothing, and with LEGION having only raised the ire of Rourke and her EXODUS alliance, Gunner seems to be winning the psychological battle between himself and the EXODUS Champion!
2) Fiona Rourke (Last Show: 1)
Emotionally, this was the worst night of Fiona Rourke's career. Having to be forced to watch Jonathan Collins beaten brutally and stretchered out of the arena at the hands of LEGION, Rourke brought her rage and emotional turmoil to the ring in the main event, only to score a draw against Magnus Gunner. Though she managed to retain her Heavyweight Title, Rourke now looks to a grim future where she stands without The Saint of Violence.
3) Heather Halliwell (Last Show: 3)
The Pretty Little Texan herself pulled it off! Putting personal feelings aside, Heather Halliwell brought the International Title back to the hands of the EXODUS Seikigun. Now that Halliwell is holding a belt has long been without a holder, Halliwell now has to resume the job Fiona Rourke started - establishing it as one of the premier titles in professional wrestling.
4) Johnny Cannon & Abby Park (Last Show: 4/5)
For a team that wrestled their first real match at Invincible, Abby Park & Johnny Cannon managed to do something nobody expected them to do - win. Shaking the monkeys off their back for not being able to "finish the job," Park & Cannon ascended to the top of the tag team division, taking the belts from The Ninth Gate. Now finally champions, can the two establish themselves as the best tag team in EXODUS and maybe the industry to date?
5) Norihiro Akashi (Last Show: NR)
The newest member of LEGION made an impact simply by removing his mask...and it could not have been more impressive! The pupil of Kazuma Fujita made his EXODUS Pro debut by disposing of Erin Daniels and Harakiri in a most impressive fashion! Utilizing his famous Ignition Crash finisher, Akashi has arrived in the United States and made his point crystal clear. He's not one to be trifled with! Now unleased in EXODUS, what will the "brother" of Daisuke Iwakuma do next?
6) Jerry Matthews (Last Show: 9)
It only took three shows for Jerry Matthews to really cement himself in the thick of things here in EXODUS Pro. Going through Aiden Romero, Blake Jones, and Johnny Blayze to win the San Diego Bay Title and becoming its initial holder. Though Matthews is one of the more controversial figures in the company, he remains a difficult person to beat. Only time will tell what Matthews does with the Title.
7)Katherine Reynolds & Katherine Stryfe (Last Show: NR)
Sometimes, certain chemicals and combinations pay off in dangerous and alluring ways. This combination of two Katherines seems to be but dangerous and alluring, securing a tandem victory against Iconic Mayhem in Stryfe's EXODUS debut. With LEGION now having a new tag team in the ranks, what will Park & Cannon do when the faction decides to zero in on their belts?
8) Jimmy Riley (Last Show: NR)
Jimmy Riley is not a happy man. Having his match cut short with Gouken Haroshi thanks to the interference of his sister Kanna, Jimmy also had to watch as LEGION brutally attacked and beat his best friend, Jonathan Collins. With threats made and promises also set in stone, Jimmy Riley looks to climb up the rankings with an even bigger purpose - to destroy those that destroyed his friend and fellow Marauder.
9) Blake Jones (Last Show: NR)
In his EXODUS Pro debut, Blake Jones didn't fail in his quest to entertain the audience. Having displayed incredible skills and charisma, Blake Jones managed to prove to the audience in the RIMAC that he was definitely one of the top up and comers in EXODUS Pro. Though he wasn't able to secure the victory and get the San Diego Bay Title, Blake Jones made his point crystal clear - he's in EXODUS for the long haul, and he's only going to get better.
10) Steve Lenton & Justin Brooks (Last Show: 6/7)
It may not have been the response they wanted, but Steve Lenton and Justin Brooks silenced critics with their willingness to work together and their ability to find a common ground. Though they weren't successful at TLC, it wouldn't be shocking to see Brooks & Lenton team up more often in a quest to gain tag team gold from Abby Park & Johnny Cannon!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 14:21:34 GMT -6
Hey everyone,
This is, of course, the place to let us know what you thought about Invincible. So...yeah! Post away! Go hog wild!
Don't post hogs!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 8:09:41 GMT -6
The feed switches backstage, showing Magnus Gunner sitting on a stairwell, his legs dandling over the edge with a railing support between them. He’s dressed in a LEGION T-shirt, complimented by his usual in-ring attire and accouterments, his head resting on the bar for a second before he looks down at his own shirt. He smiles briefly, before shrugging his shoulders which are covered in his torn, beaten leather jacket.
Magnus Gunner: You’ve likened me to a monster Fiona. It’s funny when you think about it. All the monsters this world has ever seen, yet somehow you’ve been living with one at home. Jonathan Collins, the very sadistic mind that came up with this match we’re about to have. It isn’t from my twisted, demented, brilliant mind, albeit bruised and somewhat fried, but that only makes this canvas bigger for painting. Chairshot Survival… this whole arena is full of chairs and I have every one of them at my disposable… that and anything else I see fit… a trashcan, a cookie sheet, kendo sticks, barbed wire, all those beautiful objects that make children scared of the monsters under their beds… monsters like me.
Gunner climbs down from the stairwell, commencing to walk down the hall.
Magnus Gunner: Now tonight, another sad, twisted little chapter in our lives is going to end Fiona. Yet, another will consequently be opened, a Genesis so to speak, and I know this has been said hundreds of times, but it WILL be written in blood, yours, and mine, and I personally wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, I’ve been in this business long enough to see enough. Fans of this sport, fans of EXODUS, you’ve seen just about everything there is to see. However tonight, you’re going to see something new, something you’ve NEVER seen before… Magnus Gunner, the most dangerous man in this business, especially with a chair in his hand… and we’re putting him in his playground.
He stops for a moment, the sinister smile widening on his grizzled mug.
Magnus Gunner: Usually I might say ‘I’m going to drive your cranium into the canvas’… or ‘I’m going to take your head off with MY steel equalizer’… but tonight that’s not even necessary. Those are facts Fiona. Those things are guaranteed. An oath of a blood, and a promise. These people in the arena tonight, those watching in their homes, they’ve never seen what I’m going to do to you tonight. But one thing is certainly for sure, they haven’t seen Magnus Gunner playing his deadliest game. I have sick thoughts Fiona…. These ideas, they scream and yell at me, the hounds are barking and the sirens are sounding in my head.
Gunner takes a deep breath, giggling to himself at the prospect, almost convulsing at the though of it all. He continues to walk now.
Magnus Gunner: Everyone has their elements… every single one of us has our MATCH… has OUR turf. But when you truly surround ME around chairs… things go awry… for EVERYONE else. I mean, I see red… I see SO much red, but not for me Fiona… for you. And it’s the gore, it’s the violence we all know and love… the brutality I enjoy and accept and the savagery you try and deny. Tonight, you’re going to have to go to that dark place that no one returns the same from… you’re going to have to become the person you HATE… and FEAR the most to beat ME… to beat me at MY game. And you know that’s the truth.
Magnus stops and opens a door, walking into an unlit room before slamming the door shut behind him preventing the cameraman from following any further. The feed returns to the ringside area where David Zinkus converses with the timekeeper, then walks up to the stairs and steps into the ring.
David Zinkus: Fans, at this time, please direct your attention to the front row, where we are joined by a very special guest! On behalf of EXODUS Pro Wrestling, San Diego, and the United States...please welcome Kingdom of Japan's very own...KAZUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...FUJITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
The puroresu legend stands up, waving to the fans around him, and nodding at the camera, before sitting back down.
Dick Morosi: Fujita's been in the ring with both Magnus Gunner and Fiona Rourke, thanks to their tour to Japan these last two weeks. And he's here as a special guest of both Rufus Frost and Fiona Rourke!
Seth Ericson: He's one of the best of all time, Dick, no doubt about it!
Dick Morosi: With that, Seth...it's time! Let's go back up to David Zinkus!
David Zinkus: The following contest is a Chairshot Survival Match for the EXODUS Pro Heavyweight Championship! The only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent with a Steel Chair for ten seconds.
With that the voice of one Richard Patrick and the pacing beat of an ominous guitar riff begin to play, the eruption of the song signaling the entrance of the Loaded Pistol. Heads continue to turn back to the entrance area as the backlights dim ever so slightly for a minimal contrast to the ring and spot lights, and the vocals of Filter's cover of “Happy Together” begin followed by Zinkus introducing the first combatant.
"Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together"
David Zinkus: Introducing first the challenger, representing LEGION, from Detroit Michigan… he is the Loaded Pistol… MAGNUS GUNNER!
The drums kick in and the song continues, Magnus Gunner shouldering through the velvet curtains and onto the stage. His shoulders are hung low as he holds a shopping cart full of chairs. His hands are wrapped in white hockey tape, twice the thickness as usual, the tape extending from his elbows rather than at his forearms. He stands at the edge of the stage, surveying the crowd and soaking in their boos before wheeling his cart down the ramp.
"If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together"
Dick Morosi: The man brought his own chairs to the match. I won’t even try to imagine the sick things he might have in store for Fiona.
Seth Erickson: This is Gunner’s element Dick. No one’s more dangerous with a chair than that man. He put Omar Wise on the shelf with a chair. Gave Heather Halliwell a minor concussion with one JUST two weeks ago. Don’t forget the doctors visit Fiona had. Like he said, this is his playground!
Gunner parks the cart beside the ring before kneeing up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle. His head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch a top the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral.
"I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together"
The Loaded Pistol drops down into the ring, Magnus immediately backs into the corner and smirks, slowly posing in the crucifix. As his theme for the night fades out, the challenger begins torquing his neck, waiting for the arrival of his greatest rival, and EXODUS's greatest hero. His expression is the Gunner status quo, blank, detached and emotionless, yet maintaining the sense of urgency and angst that the deranged brawler possesses.
David Zinkus: AND HIS OPPONENT! She is the EXODUS Pro Heavyweight Champion...from Portlandia...REPRESENTING EXODUS PRO WRESTLING....THE STRONG STYLE SERAPH, FIONAAAAAAAA ROURKE!
The sounds of guitar begin to play, the lights dimming while smoke builds at the entrance.
You were my conscience, so solid, now you're like water
And we started drowning, not like we'd sink any further
But I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom
But I'll get a new one and come back for the hope that you've stolen...
"Monster" by Paramore continues to play as someone steps out with the hood of...THAT'S THE RING JACKET JONATHAN COLLINS WORE EARLIER TONIGHT! Stepping out to the top of the entrance way is that person, and he points directly at Gunner!
Dick Morosi: IS HE BACK?
Seth Ericson: That could be Fiona underneath! She was clutching it as they took Jon away!
I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster and eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world is ours...
Gunner starts pacing around the ring before he holds up a chair, daring whoever it is to come out and face him, but as the figure gets halfway to the ring, he flips back the hood...AND IT'S JIMMY RILEY! The crowd pops as they see him shouting at Gunner, and Magnus still dares the man to come attack him!
Dick Morosi: But if that's Riley...where's...
I'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me
But I'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching.
Call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims
And they're getting stronger
I hear them calling....
As the lights come up, Fiona Rourke comes in from through the crowd! Riley starts backing up, but as he does, he points at Gunner to give him the advice to turn around! Sliding in after she grabs a chair from a fan, Fiona cracks Gunner in the back with a chair! He drops to his knees as the crowd starts going crazy for Fiona! Keeping a hold of the chair, she immediately drops it in front of him as she grabs his arms in a surfboard position...AND SHE CURBSTOMPS HIM INTO THE CHAIR! Fiona starts screaming, clutching her hands in a fist as she looks incredibly angry! She gives out a primal scream as she sets up a second chair for Gunner to sit in as she grabs another one, slamming it into his ribs, knocking him backwards! Senior Official Brian Lowery starts to count!
One...two...three
Four...five...
Gunner starts getting to his feet, and Fiona shakes her head no, knowing she refuses to let him get any sort of advantage. She runs towards him, leaping up to catch him into a hurricanrana that sends him back into one of the chairs as she stops only to maintain composure before she goes toward him. As she does, he tosses a chair in her direction, leading her to catch it before Gunner gives her a Yakuza Kick, sending the chair into her face! Gunner gets the cheers to turn to boos as he looks at them sneering, all before he grabs her by the hair and lifts her up before dropping her face first onto a chair.
Dick Morosi: HE'S SICK! Absolutely sick!
Seth Ericson: I've been incredibly hard on her, but after what I witnessed tonight, she needs to take this one home.
Lowery again makes the count.
One...two...three....
...four...five...six...
She gets to one foot and looks at him, Gunner smirking as he reaches for the next chair while he waits for her to step forward. He goes to take a swing, but she goes low with a dropkick to his knee, chopping him down. As he goes to a knee, she backs up and charges forward with a shining wizard, but Gunner gets the chair up! He eats a chair to the face, but he's done some damage to her knee as well!
Dick Morosi: That's a missed gamble by Fiona Rourke! She tried to pay tribute to Jonathan Collins by going for a Parallax Shock, but she may have done some damage to her knee!
Fiona and Gunner are both down as Lowery begins to count!
One...two...three...
Four...Five...six...
Seven...Gunner starts to stir, and by eight, Fiona is up too. He comes closer, and as Fiona goes for a side kick, Gunner ducks and grabs her by the head for an inverted headlock, spinning her around...HUGE DISCUS ELBOW! That's the Brain Aneurysm! Fiona crumples down, but the referee won't make the count for Gunner as he starts to argue!
Dick Morosi: Great strategy for a last man standing match, but the blow didn't involve a chair, so Fiona is safe!
Gunner shoves the referee aside, reaching for her as she also tries to grab a chair, thrusting the chair into his throat! He stumbles back and Fiona looks at him, all before dropkicking him back into the corner! She goes to the corner, sandwiching him between a chair she places horizontally between the ropes, all before she sets one up herself in an open position. Backing up, she runs forward, hopping up onto the chair, and leaps off, dropkicking the chair into Gunner's ribs! He falls forward, the chair coming down with him, and she ends it with a conchairto onto his ribs! She looks down at him as Lowery begins the count!
One...two...three...
...four...five...six...
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
He starts moving....NINE....HE'S UP! Fiona looks a little frustrated, but she holds her ground. With a little bit of telegraphing, she starts slapping her right elbow with her left hand before coming in...ELBOW SMASH! She looks outrageously angry and pushes forward with an intense palm strike, before she grabs a chair and tosses it to Gunner before nailing him with a wicked dropsault, sending him down!
Dick Morosi: CLEAR EYES, FULL HEART, CAN'T LOSE! Fiona just dropped him down, and used the chair as an exclamation point!
Fiona shakes her head no, as if that wasn't even enough. The first chance she gets, she grabs a chair and lays it on top of Gunner before climbing the turnbuckles....DOUBLE STOMP! A double stomp onto the chair, crushing his gut, and now she backs up, leaning in a corner as the referee counts! ONE! TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE! SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
AND GUNNER GETS TO THE ROPES TO SUPPORT HIMSELF! This crowd is on their feet, cheering loudly!
EX-PRO!
EX-PRO!
Fiona looks like she's furious, and as soon as Gunner is fully vertical, she comes charging in, looking for a Shinigami, but Gunner ducks and as soon as she's on both feet, Gunner grabs her...MAGNUS DRIVER! He hits that huge impaler DDT onto a chair, and the tide has turned! Fiona is down, and Lowery starts to begin his count. One...two...three...
....four....five...SIX...
SEVEN.
EIGHT!
NINE!
AND FIONA LEAPS TO THE ROPES TO HELP HERSELF!
Gunner grabs her by the hair and starts to lift her up, getting her in postion for the Pursuit of Happiness, but he goes back to the chair set up in a seated position...he goes for it, but she wiggles out, and instead she turns him around but Gunner grabs her and catches her into a spinebuster onto that chair! The chair bends back and folds, and Fiona is down and out!
Seth Ericson: THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE KILLSHOT!
Lowery starts the count...one....two....three...
Four...
Five....six...seven...
EIGHT!
NINE!
FIONA BARELY SITS UP! Gunner looks irate, and he goes to grab her again, scooping her as he looks to hit The Butterfly Effect, but...nothing! She wiggles out and pushes him forward, Gunner rolling out of the ring! She tries to go for a plancha, but Gunner times it right and on her descent...A MASSIVE CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD! She is down and out and Gunner leans against the guardrail, smirking! Again, the ref counts...
One...two....three...
Four....FIVE...SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE...
TE--FIONA GETS UP AND LUNGES AT GUNNER, LIGHTING HIM UP WITH PUNCHES! She's using the last bit of her strength to go after him, and after pulling him away from the rail, she hits a huge Soul Caliber! Out of nowhere, she kisses her left fist and comes in, nailing her own version of the ZERO Hour on Gunner! She's had enough, she knows it, and she's making a table or at least a flat platform from some chairs, and as Gunner goes to attack her, she leaps...SHINIGAMI! Gunner is out on his feet, and she throws him onto that makeshift table, placing a chair over his chest! Quickly, she digs under the ring as she looks out at the crowd....SHE HAS PRODUCED A LADDER! Setting it up, knowing time is of the essence, she's practically scrambling up the ladder as she looks at the crowd before leaping....OH MY GOD, THE EXPECTO PATRONUM! SHE DIGS OUT HER OLD DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT TO HIT THE EXPECTO PATRONUM, AND NOW BOTH ARE DOWN! Confused, Brian Lowery begins to make the count!
Dick Morosi: WHAT A MOVE!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Minimal movement on both ends...
SIX!
SEVEN!
Fiona rolls over, just on her back now...
....EIGHT!
NINE!
NO MOVEMENT...
TEN!
Lowery calls for the bell, and the whole situation is abuzz, unsure of what's going on.
Dick Morosi: What's going on?
Seth Ericson: I'm not sure...considering Fiona connected, both could be down after a chair-related move!
Lowery gives his decision to the ref and David Zinkus has the call!
David Zinkus: Senior official Brian Lowery has declared that both Fiona Rourke and Magnus Gunner could not answer the ten count after a move that affected them both with a chair. Therefore, this match is a draw!
The crowd has a mixed reaction, and as people come out to check up on each competitor, we fade to copyright.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 8:07:57 GMT -6
International Title Triple Threat Match
Dom Harter vs. Heather Halliwell vs. Ryuji Kamigawa
Dick Morosi: Fans we're getting close to our big main event, but there's one more stop on that road; what used to be Fiona Rourke's International Title is up for grabs in this match!
Seth Ericson: You know, I agree with Dom Harter. This shouldn't be a “title decision” match, it should be a title DEFENSE!
Dick Morosi: Be that as it may, Dom Harter has been in possession of the International title belt since E-Pro TV #5, claiming he's the rightful champion since the title was vacated. Jonathan Collins didn't agree, and here we are; triple threat rules, and Harter's got two big challenges awaiting him!
Seth Ericson: Collins, whatever hospital bed he might be in right now, had to be smiling when he put this together! Not only does Harter have to face the Japanese hired gun Ryuji Kamigawa, but his own girlfriend, Heather Halliwell!
The opening chords of “Superunknown” begin to play throughout the arena as Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain, UWL Tag Team Title on one shoulder, and the EXODUS Pro International Title on the other. He stands there, stroking his stubble with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off the ring as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle. Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, Harter hands both belts to referee Dan Arnouil. Dom makes his way to the corner as he rests his arms on the top rope and his forehead against the turnbuckle pad as he waits for his opponents.
Dick Morosi: Harter doesn't look like he's in any mood to waste time, he's ready to get this match over and, as he put it, “never be seen in EXODUS again!”
Seth Ericson: Well what happens if he wins? He can't leave with the International Title, can he?
"Cry For The Dark" by Galneryus hits the speakers of the RIMAC Arena, heralding the arrival of EXODUS Pro's hired gun, Ryuji Kamigawa. As per usual, he marches out from the back down the aisle in his signature white tuxedo and black bowtie, dark sunglasses on his face. He pays no attention to the mixed reaction of the crowd, nor, for that matter, even his own ring introduction, opting to simply slide underneath the bottom ring rope and pop up in a neutral corner, cracking his knuckles to prepare for the task at hand.
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa's a man all about business, and right now for him...business is that International Title!
Seth Ericson: He still hasn't returned my call about getting rid of you...
Dick Morosi: ...Stop that.
“Angel Eyes” by Love and Theft begins to play at the chorus as Heather Halliwell skips way out from the curtain. She twirls, arms out and smiling as the crowd cheers. She removes her cowboy hat and salutes the crowd with it before putting it back on and skipping her way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as she goes. She slides into the ring and climbs each corner rope, blowing kisses and posing.
Dick Morosi: These fans have definitely taken a liking to Heather Halliwell!
Seth Ericson: They would – look at them! Buncha slobs, never seen a pretty girl before in their life!
Arnouil calls for the bell, and all three slowly circle the ring. Kamigawa makes sure to keep eyes on both Harter and Halliwell, while the couple seem to communicate wordlessly. The two rush Kamigawa, throwing so many kicks and punches that he can't block all of them, and the Japanese man gets dumped to the floor! The fans aren't entirely sure how to react; some cheer Heather, while others boo Harter!
Dick Morosi: A month ago, Dom Harter was here teaming up with Heather! The fans were a bit more welcoming of him then, but now they're one hundred percent against him!
Seth Ericson: Doesn't matter! By the end of the night, he'll be the one with the International Title, AND the moniker of champion!
Halliwell turns to face the fans on the opposite side of the ring, and Harter looks like he might be measuring her for some kind of move, but when she turns around, he simply backs off. Kamigawa rolls back into the ring, drawing the attention of both others, who pull him up. They send Ryuji off into the ropes, ducking for a double back body drop, but Kamigawa puts on the brakes, kicks Harter in the chest, and swiftly grabs Halliwell, looking for Kamigawa no Kachi!
Dick Morosi: He might end this quickly!
Harter, however, recovers quick enough to hit Ryuji with a lariat before he can lift Heather up! He launches into an assault of punches and kicks, backing Kamigawa into the corner, but doesn't see Heather sneak up behind him and scoop Dom down for a rollup!
ONE...
TW-Kickout!
Seth Ericson: That sneaky woman! She tried to steal the win right out from under her boyfriend!
Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell's no rookie in this sport, Seth! She's got more experience than Harter and Kamigawa combined, and shouldn't be discounted at all!
Halliwell comes up, as does Harter, who begins yelling at her. Heather's in no mood to hear it...and neither is Kamigawa, who roars out of the corner and nails Harter with a lariat of his own! Harter rolls out to the floor, as Heather and Ryuji square off mid-ring! Kamigawa goes to grab her, but Heather drops down, rolling past Ryuji and taking off to the ropes! Coming back, she goes for a cross body block...but gets caught!
Seth Ericson: Uh oh...
Kamigawa walks around the ring with a bit of ease, some of the fans cheering him and wanting to see some feat of strength...which he provides, picking Heather up above his head in a military press! Walking over to the side of the ring where Dom has gotten to his feet...Ryuji drops Halliwell right onto her boyfriend!
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa stands alone!
The fans rise to their feet, and Ryuji has no choice but to soak in the cheers for his move...
KA-MI-GA-WA (clap clap clapclapclap)
KA-MI-GA-WA (clap clap clapclapclap)
He doesn't acknowledge it beyond a grin to himself, but it's not long before Harter and Halliwell are climbing back into the ring, behind Kamigawa. The two share another glance, and then clip both of Kamigawa's knees, taking him down to the floor! Placing him in the center of the ring, Halliwell takes off to the ropes, jumping onto them and coming back...
Seth Ericson: COWGIRL RIDE! You can't not love that move!
Halliwell stays on top for a cover...
ONE...
TWO.....
Harter pulls her off and tosses her back outside the ring! He covers Kamigawa!
ONE...
TWO.....
TH-Kickout!
Harter gets up and pulls the larger man up to his feet. A series of knife edge chops from Harter back Kamigawa into the ropes, and Dom whips him off to the opposite side! Kamigawa comes back, and Harter tries to pick him up for a spinebuster...to no avail. Ryuji clubs his opponent in the back, and picks him up in a front powerslam position...before walking Dom over to the corner and dropping him, Snake Eyes style, on the turnbuckle!
Dick Morosi: The only time Harter or Halliwell's had the advantage, it was when they worked together! The 300-pounder has full control whenever they try to get him alone!
Seth Ericson: Don't count Harter out yet! They don't call him the Tenacious Little Bastard for nothing!
Kamigawa backs up, waiting for Harter to pull himself up in the corner...and he heads across the ring, picking up his bottle of champagne, some of the fans cheering just for the bottle! Taking a swig, Kamigawa wipes his mouth off and drops the bottle to the floor (where it lands with a loud clunk) before eyeing up the risen Dom Harter.
Dick Morosi: CHAMPAGNE CALL! BIIIIIG AVALANCHE IN THE CORNER!
Ryuji backs off, as Dom slumps down to the mat. Kamigawa drags his limp form to mid ring, and pins the stunned FGA competitor...
ONE...
TWO.....
THR-HALLIWELL BREAKS THE PIN!
Seth Ericson: Half saving her boyfriend, half saving her title chances!
Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell made it just in time to break that pinfall, or Ryuji Kamigawa would be the EXODUS Pro International Champion right now!
Kamigawa gets up, and Heather wastes no time going after him again, nailing the big man with several forearms before taking off to the opposite side of the ring.
Dick Morosi: This didn't work last time...
But this time, Heather hits a beautiful spinning headscissor takedown that spins Ryuji all the way out to the floor! The fans cheer again as Halliwell gets up, shooting a glance out to the man on the floor. But when she turns around, she's caught with a DDT by a mostly-recovered Dom Harter! The TLB jumps on top for a cover!
ONE...
TWO.....
THR-NO!
Seth Ericson: I thought that was it!
Dick Morosi: Not quite, Seth! Halliwell kicks out!
Harter slams his fist on the mat, and gets up, making sure to stay behind the rising Halliwell. As soon as she's in position, Dom hooks her into a pumphandle!
Dick Morosi: GOODNIGHT TO TH-WAIT!
Halliwell slips down the back of Harter, having broken free of his grip, and pushes him off into Ryuji Kamigawa, who was already back on the apron! Kamigawa gets bumped off by the momentum, dropping him into the railing outside, while Harter stumbles back toward Heather...
Seth Ericson: NO WAY!
Dick Morosi: Heather with a snap suplex, Harter's down! Kamigawa's down! AND HALLIWELL IS UP!
The fans start cheering as Heather makes her way up to the top rope, making sure to look down at Kamigawa, who is still stunned. After a second, she leaps up, with a beautiful...
Dick Morosi: YELLOW ROSE! THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS! ON TOP!
ONE!
TWO
THREE!!
Halliwell jumps up, arms in the air as Dan Arnouil grabs the International Title from David Zinkus.
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...AND NEWWWWWWWW EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...HEATHER...HALLIWELLLLLLL!
“Angel Eyes” starts up again as Heather is handed the belt, and thrusts it high into the air! The fans are on their feet, cheering for their new champion.
Dick Morosi: Unbelievable win here for Heather Halliwell! She's proven that she's one to reckon with before, and now she's got the gold to prove it!
Seth Ericson: No punches pulled between Heather and Dom, that's for sure. Kamigawa's gotta be upset too, he was extremely close to winning the belt!
Outside the ring, Ryuji Kamigawa has already begun his ascent back to the entrance area, though he gave Halliwell a nod before retreating. Heather helps up Dom, and the two slowly make their exit...together.
Dick Morosi: Up next fans, it's the Chairshot Survival Match! EXODUS Pro Title on the line as Gunner and Rourke face off! Let's head backstage to some pre-recorded comments by the challenger.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 8:02:29 GMT -6
While the ring is being cleaned up and the TLC competitors are being helped out of the ring, the feed cuts to a pre-packaged video, highlighting the most recent EXODUS excursion to Kingdom of Japan Pro Wrestling!
The first set of clips is from the 3/29 Kobe show, and the Fiona Rourke/Steve Lenton vs. Abby Park/Magnus Gunner match! The collection includes Magnus producing a steel chair (with crowd reaction!), smashing it across the back of Steve Lenton; The Big L returning the favor with a Blue Thunder Bomb; and Fiona picking up the win with the Yawaraki-Te! It also included the first post-match staredown between Lenton and his future opponent, WWA National Champion Riki Ichiro, and Magnus attacking Fiona post-match with a chair!
Next it's on to the BODYMAKER Colosseum on 3/30, and after seeing Steve Lenton save Tsutomo Nishioka from a bout of bullying at the hands of Ichiro, we got to see clips of Magnus & Park being joined by ARMADA member Harumi Sakai, and Rourke & Lenton being joined by puroresu LEGEND Kazuma Fujita! Various clips of this match were also shown, including Fiona producing a chair of her own to hit Gunner with, and the finish that included Fujita hitting his Fujita Lariat, then tagging in Lenton to hit his similar Game Changer on Sakai for the win! The post-match clip in this case included part of Magnus' promo and producing the black and red LEGION flag!
After that, it was a brief set of clips of each EXODUS competitor (as Magnus refused to participate) saying a few words about traveling to Japan and competing for KJPW, before moving on to the unique event at ACROS Symphony Hall! One quick clip was enough to show Lenton hitting his 3:00 shoulder tackle on Shino Hiriyama, then it was on to Park & Gunner taking on Fiona and her partner that evening, Naoki Fukuda! Clips included some fiery strikes from Park to Rourke, an exchange between Fukuda and Gunner, and Park avoiding the Shinigami, but falling prey to the Rei Gun!
Finally, brief clips were shown of the two matches from the last show with EXODUS participation, the April 5 show at Zepp Nagoya; the six-person tag with HEC Heavyweight Champion TAKU and Go Taniguchi teaming with Fiona, while Gunner and Park were joined by Spirit International's Seiji Ebisawa... and the anticipated WWA National Heavyweight Title Match that saw Steve Lenton come up short in his attempt to dethrone Riki Ichiro!
The scene cuts backstage where Jessica Harmony is seen with a dazed Danielle Tyler. She snaps her fingers and Danielle just looks at her, then back toward the camera with the same glazed over eyes. Jessica just smirks wildly at the camera.
Jessica Harmony: Tiami, did you really think I was going to reveal everything to you right away? My plans were really to reveal this little secret after we captured the tag team titles, make you tag with a monster like myself. Daisuke-san however had other plans, plans to make you suffer.
She smirks, taking the hand of Danielle, who barely makes a move. Rubbing the back of Danielle’s hand with her thumb, Jessica just smiles at Danielle.
Jessica Harmony: You really fell for the trap however. I have plans on ending your career. It was supposed to happen in PWX, but no. The plans got moved to EXODUS and LEGION was my guide. They have the right and the purpose. Daisuke, he has the answers to the cancer in this company. He has granted me the honor of ending you Tiami Alexis Tyler.
Dropping Danielle’s hand, Jessica runs her blue and black nails through Danielle’s pink hair. Danielle gives another blank stare into Jessica’s eyes, and with a snap of her fingers, Danielle turns back toward the camera.
Jessica Harmony: She is so obedient.
With a laugh, Jessica turns her eyes toward the camera.
Jessica Harmony: I saw your family out there. How are your brothers feeling right now? How is little Nikki feeling knowing that her sister Danielle is in the trap of LEGION and the walls are closing quickly? Answer me this one question Tiami Tyler. What are you willing to do in order to get your sister back? Be quick, I only give you until the next E-Pro event. Are you willing to go to hell and are you willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice for both EXODUS and Jonathan Collins? I am not buying this shit he has your back, you could have been a great asset to LEGION. You wanted your answers however.
You got them.
Welcome to your new nightmare.
The camera then goes out to the ring for the next match.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 7:59:44 GMT -6
EXODUS PRO Tag Title Match
The Ninth Gate (Champions) vs Steve Lenton and Justin Brooks, vs Johnny Cannon and Abby Park vs Tiami Tyler-Johnson and Pat Gordon Jr.
At long last one of the most anticipated matches at Invincible was underway; the eight tenacious fighters were split into two groups of four, with each quartet possessing one half of the squared circle. Every single competitor shared an eerie and tense silence, before the tension was cut with the proverbial knife, all eight of them simultaneously springing into action eliciting cheers from the patrons for their respective favorites.
Dick Morosi: And our Fatal Fourway has begun. Four teams, eight superstars, all vying to be the tag team champions when this is all said and done.
Seth Ericson: Smart money has to be on the Ninth Gate here, since they’re the ONLY real team. Then there is Lenton and Brooks, although I don’t see how being built like tanks serves them in a ladder match. Cannon and Park could fluke it, I suppose.
In one corner, the Ninth Gate find themselves assaulted by a pack of rabid wolves (or their angry challengers), and their plight immediately takes a turn for the worse. The tag team champions adjust into fetal positions to try and limit as much damage as possible, which turns out to be fruitless as the fury filled kicks and punches continue to rain down on them. Shrewdly, Iwakuma slithers out of the ring upon wilting under the barrage, Tiami Tyler climbing out of the ring in hot pursuit of him. Left all alone, Chase takes on the brunt of the savage, merciless attack. A stiff assortment of punches and kicks rock the Pittsburgh native and any chance of retaliation or recovery quickly goes out of the window. Taking the lead in the assault, Lenton and Brooks quickly apply three-quarter facelocks, using their combined might to lift Kameron into the air for the Double Suplex. He comes pancaking down to the canvas as his vulnerable carcass bounces off the mat with a resounding thud.
Dick Morosi: So much for the smart money Seth.
Seth Ericson: This is why I don’t gamble. There’s never a sure thing in gambling. All you get is misery and your wife taking you for everything you have just to live on some rich old guy’s yacht.
Meanwhile outside the ring, Tiami and Daisuke are embroiled in a slugfest, and despite giving up the size and strength advantage, her sheer will, determination, and utter hatred for Iwakuma allows Tyler to gain control. Rocked by a series of fists, the ‘Perfect Evil’ retreats and hightails for one of the erect ladders, only to realize that escape was impossible. A roar of abhorrence protrudes through the electricity in the atmosphere, coming in the form of a clubbing blow across his upperback from Double T, sending Iwakuma stumbling, the ladder nearly toppling over like a domino. Exasperated beyond endurance, Tiami continues the enmity induced onslaught, grabbing Iwakuma’s legs just as he crumbles to the floor. The LEGION’s co-leader lifts his arms in a plea of mercy, a plea that is met with deaf ears and a cold shoulder as Tyler wishbones his captured legs, leaving Daisuke convulsing spasmodically, and yelping in pain. Tyler-Johnson rejoices as Iwakuma tends to his reproductive organs, but her celebration is short lived as she is taken down from behind by a STIFF clothesline from Johnny Cannon.
Cannon maneuvers to the ring, dropping to his knees to lift up the apron, getting his claws on a table which he extracts from the EXODUS weapons armory before coming to a stand. The crowd cheers as more excitement builds from the presence of the wooden furniture. The Brit unfolds the legs and hoists the table upright, positioning it parallel to the ring itself, rather than bringing it back inside, until his careful planning is obstructed by a forearm that is launched into his British visage from Pat Gordon Jr. PGJ continues his attack, driving another forearm to the side of the Englishman’s head, causing the action star to fall into the edge of the ring as the blows continue to clash against the side of his cranium. Arms suddenly develop into fists, now positioning to Cannon’s brow causing blood to rush to the surface of his skin, his face bruised but not bleeding. In-between the strikes, the Englishman drives a ravaging knee into PGJ’s solarplexus, sending Tyler’s last minute partner retreating to the guardrail. From there Cannon charges and slams into him, Gordon being sent over the steel railing with a thunderous lariat. Fans crowd by the rail, patting the motionless pat on the shoulders for the sake of doing so, others nearby cheering the nonstop action.
Seth Ericson: And that’s a great lariat from one known loser to the other. I guess turnabout is fair play.
Dick Morosi: Johnny is as focused as I’ve ever seen him. If he starts firing on all cylinders, it could be curtains for everyone else!
Too bad for Cannon his momentum is immediately suppressed, the fans at the rails recoiling back in shock as the Englishman crumbles to the floor due to the force of a ladder that impinges his back. The wieldier of said ladder, Justin Brooks, soaks in the approval of the crowd before tossing the ladder inside the ring.
Dick Morosi: Seems I spoke too soon Seth.
Seth Ericson: To come out with the titles tonight, you’re gonna have to have eyes in the back of your head, a rabbits foot, and lady luck in your pants.
Back inside the ring, Steve Lenton sends Abby Park across the ring with a gigantic toss, the tenacious Tennessean falling onto her back as fast as she ran toward the former collegiate linebacker. The ‘Big L’ marches his way to a recovering Kameron Chase as he attempts to stand, growing more frustrated upon being forced to encounter Abby Park once again. She is immediately taken down with a Clothesline, and finds her championship ambitions all but hindered as she lies supinely on the canvas. Hearing commotion behind him, Steve pivots on his feet to see Chase launching himself from the turnbuckle – Kameron leaping into the air and lunging at him in full extension. Steve captures him across his body, and the eyes of Kameron Chase widen with trepidation. Lenton stares into his widened pupils, but until a sickening sound breaks his trance.
*CRACK*
Outside the ring, Justin Brooks drives a steel chair across the head of Daisuke Iwakuma – immediately drawing forth the crimson hiding underneath his skin. Now bleeding, the most hated half of the defending tag champions goes limp against the guard rail, yet is unable to collapse as Brooks catches him. With evil intentions brewing in his head, the ‘Big Bad Brooks’ drags his adversary toward the table Johnny Cannon had so generously positioned at the ring, before tossing Daisuke onto the wood, leaving him facing the rafters of the RIMAC arena. Justin looks up into the ring, feasting his eyes on his partner holding his rival in his massive arms.
Brooks: “STEVE!”
Steve flicks his head in the direction of his partner, Justin Brooks pointing at the motionless Iwakuma stretched out across the table beside him, and then at the narcissistic Pennsylvanian Lenton's holding, bringing forth a grin on the ‘Big L’s face. From there it’s a foregone conclusion as Lenton lifts his foe into a military press. Slowly, Steve walks toward the ropes nearest Brooks, the fans going nuts in anticipation. With a great big heave, Steve’s feat of strength sees Kameron thrown into the air and over the ropes, left to plummet and crash onto his partner, the table breaking and splintering into a mass of wood and human beings.
*CRASH*
Dick Morosi: Good God Almighty! Steve just sent Chase THROUGH Iwakuma, and THROUGH the table!
Seth Ericson: Consider the Ninth Gate closed. Lenton just changed the phrase "two birds with one stone" forever.
Abby Park stares in utter shock in response to what just transpired, slowly sliding across the ring, hoping not to alert the Ninth Gate’s murderer of her movement. Lenton holds his hands high and pridefully as Brooks slides one of the ladders into the ring. Lenton casually bends at the hips and lifts the ladder off the canvas, sensing no immediate resistance to his teams attempt at capturing the titles hanging in the sky. Lenton begins his ascension of the ladder, and it is there where Abby Park draws the line. Park climbs back to her feet and makes a bee-line for the set up ladder, quickly chasing Steve to the top. She reaches an arm around the ladder, striking the ‘Big L’ in the leg to halt his progress, causing him to falter slightly, and the ladder itself to wobble momentarily. Having afforded herself enough time to make up the distance, Abby reaches her foes level of height. The disgruntled Lenton retaliates with a right hand that dizzies the Tennessean, yet Park has enough wits to retaliate with a right of her own, her left hand tightly gripping the top of the ladder to maintain her balance. Steve realizes that for such a small woman Abby packs quite the punch, her right hand causing him to sway back, leaving him barely hanging onto the ladder with his left hand. He immediately swings for a second time, but Park ducks, the swing and miss causing Lenton to give up his midsection which she assaults with a stiff shot to the ribs. The blow leaves Steve slightly hunched over, giving Park a window of opportunity to grasp his cranium. She follows up by smashing his face into the top of the ladder, then again and finally a third time for good measure, disfiguring his face and ensuring any extracurricular activities following tonight would be difficult for the ladies man. With his head still in her hands, Abby glances at the bottom, the fall from grace from their near ten foot perch leaving her gulping fearfully. Though she knows it will hurt, she knows it’s for the greater good so to speak, and with that she closes her eyes and jumps, dragging the ‘Big L’ with her for the ride. As they crash to the canvas, the combatants that are lucky enough to still be conscious look on in utter shock, Justin Brooks even rubs his eyes in disbelief – his enthusiasm zapped in a mere matter of minutes. His partner, Lenton, lies motionless on his face, as the deliverer of the maneuver holds her knees in pain.
Dick Morosi: BULLDOG OFF THE LADDER!
Seth Ericson: You can bet the house that’s gonna make the Newswire tomorrow! Goddamn!
The action pauses for a moment as the RIMAC remains a perfect pandemonium, the spectators utterly and thoroughly entertained by the carnage that has already ensued. After the brief delay action finally resumes with Cannon and Brooks getting re-acquainted with one another on the outside; EXODUS’s arguably two best strikers quickly begin laying into one another with STIFF forearms. Neither of them is able to get the decided advantage of the bell ringing barrage, so the recently recovered Tiami Tyler lends a hand to change the odds. Standing alongside Cannon, she asserts herself into the situation, quickly kicking Brooks in the gut. The two blonds grab a hold of Justin’s arms, and attempt to whip him into the steel post, but Brooks has other plans, planting his feet into the floor and preventing their plan from unfolding. Proving himself to be one of the better physical specimens, the former UWL World Heavyweight Champion pulls both of them forward, capturing them in facelocks before attempting to Suplex both of them. Cannon and Tyler aren’t about to let that happen, as the two of them quickly beat his ribs in. Forced to relinquish them, Brooks is unable to protect himself from what happens next; the two blond haired superstars wrap their arms around his head before dropping him with a Double DDT, burying his face into the floor.
Dick Morosi: Tentative teamwork between Cannon and Tyler, yet it still yields results. Brooks might be out cold!
Seth Ericson: Maybe she’s finally agreed to his bribery on twitter. I’d take a movie role over a championship any day of the week.
Cannon and Tyler quickly return to foes, Johnny striking first with an elbow that sends her staggering into the guardrail. The Englishman goes back under the ring for the second time in the match, slowly retracting another table from the depths of the unknown. He slides the table to the side and digs under the ring once again, this time coming away with a singapore cane. He comes up wielding the cane, his eyes immediately locking on Tyler as she rests on the guardrail. With haste he charges at her, Tiami quickly climbing off the rail and dropping down to trip him with a Drop Toe Hold, sending Cannon face first into the spot on the steel barrier she just left. As he attempts to pull himself up, he receives further facial trauma, as the boot of Pat Gordon comes flying in from the other side of the rail. The collision of boot and cranium sends Johnny staggering back to his feet, turning on his heels in a stupor to find a waiting Tiami Tyler. With Cannon’s cane now in her hand, she rears back her arm before connecting with a sickening shot across the Brit’s hairline.
*CRACK*
Dropped like a bad habit, Cannon collapses to the floor, the arena buzzing loudly as Tyler hoists the cane into the air.
Dick Morosi: Gordon Jr. and Tyler are in the driver’s seat now!
Though it would seem, but now the Ninth Gate have re-emerged, albeit it gingerly; Tyler isn’t going to give them an opportunity to recuperate, as she immediately laces the back of Iwakuma’s head with the cane. She follows up, driving the cane across the ‘Perfect Evil’s’ horizontal frame, the stalk of bamboo expanding and contracting upon contact, leaving red stripes across Daiskue’s flesh every time it pinches it. Gordon climbs the guardrail, meeting Kameron with a fist, beginning to brawl with the Pennsylvanian. Still injured from his fall, Chase finds himself on the losing end, and is forced to resort to underhanded tactics. A lowblow stops Gordon in his tracks, allowing Kam to grab him and launch him back into the guardrail, leaving him incapacitated.
Meanwhile Tyler continues beating on Iwakuma with the cane, LEGION’s co-leader left yelping and squirming in pain. Finally he is rescued by his partner as Chase grabs Tyler by the scruff of her neck. She drops the cane in surprise, subdued by Kameron’s grip which launches her into the steel post. With Tyler and PGR taken out, the Ninth Gate takes a moment to convalesce, as Daisuke presses his hand against the back of his cranium. As Iwakuma does so, Chase continues the assault on Tyler, brutishly tossing her into the guardrail beside Gordon, the fans drawing back with hoots and cheers.
Seth Ericson: And just like I said at the start, this is the Ninth Gate’s match to win!
Unbeknownst to Chase, Steve Lenton is back to his feet. The ‘Big L’ retrieves a ladder off the floor, setting out to clean his version of house. Cocking the ladder back, Lenton dares Kameron to turn. Obliviously, KC obliges, and for that he receives his doom as the top of the ladder is buried into his abdomen. Having sent him to the floor, Steve looks for his next victim, and finds in Pat Gordon Jr who climbs back to his feet, getting a taste of the ten foot ladder as Lenton goes upstairs on him. Creeping behind Lenton, Iwakuma sits coiled like a viper, coiled and ready to strike. As Steve turns around, Daisuke does just that, charging at Steve who had raised the ladder overhead. He maliciously drives his shoulder blade into Lenton’s solar plexus, driving him back into the gaudrail, the ladder slipping out of Steve’s clutches and falling behind them. From there Iwakuma pulls him off the rail, slowly tucking his own head inside Steve’s armpit; upon the popping of his hips he pulls him off his feet, bridging his back to bring him down across the ladder spine first with a Northern Lights Suplex.
Seth Ericson: We need a medic! We need a medic! Woo-wee! Daisuke dropped him right on the ladder! That can’t be good for his spine.
Dick Morosi: No it can’t! That’s a human being he just bent across a steel ladder. What kind of soulless person would do something like that?
Seth Ericson: He calls that ‘Devil May Cry’ for a reason. He's the devil and he may cry, but he probably wont!
Gradually climbing back to his feet, Daisuke surveys the scene, a sea of broken, battered bodies catches his vision, but more importantly, he realizes he’s the only man standing. With a devilish grin manifesting on his visage, Iwakuma makes his way toward the timekeeper’s table, grabbing a microphone that bewilders the commentators. From there he makes his way back into the ring, slowly climbing to his feet and making his way to the erect ladder in the ring.
Daisuke: “Look at the landscape ladies and gentleman…”
The crowd wastes no time in booing the defending tag team champion as he slowly ascends the ladder.
Daisuke: “Tonight EXODUS sent it’s heroes in waves, yet the Ninth Gate stands tall… the LEGION stands tall as we’ve always STOOD tall. Collins has been vanquished, Fiona Rourke will be destroyed by Magnus Gunner in tonight’s Main Event…”
He climbs another rung, the crowd’s booing becoming louder and more vehement while the smile widens on his face.
Daisuke: “And now… I Daisuke Iwakuma, the Perfect Evil will do the very thing I guaranteed, and that’s walk into Invincible the Tag Team Champion…”
Now finally at the top, he stares at the tag team championships that hang suspended in front of him.
Daisuke: “And walk out the king on a mountain of broken souls… We are the LEGION… and WE ARE MA-”
*CRACK*
The microphone falls from the fingertips of a wincing Iwakuma, the Perfect Evil immediately burying his bloody face in the top of the ladder to hide his pain. Before the agony from the vicious chair shot can subside, his assailant winds up for a second time.
*CRACK*
The arms of Abby Park quake aggressively as she drops the chair, Iwakuma left cringing at the top of the ladder to the delight of the crowd. Park knows she has to move with haste, and so she uses her current adrenaline rush to climb up the other side of the ladder. She meets the Japanese star at the top of the steel structure, and the ten foot conversation between their respective fists and faces commences. She cocks her right arm back before pummeling him with a stiff hook to the jaw. Iwakuma is knocked off balance by this, rocking somewhat sideways yet managing to hang on with one hand from his elevated position. Like a pendulum he swings back with a hook of his own, the force from his fist meeting her chin nearly sending her flying off the ladder.
Dick Morosi: A fist-fight ten feet in the air, but neither of them can afford a fall considering the ones they’ve already taken.
Seth Ericson: Yeah and here comes the Big Bad Brooks! He’s up and he’s angry!
Seth was right. The Big Bad Brooks slid into the ring, and he was now refreshed and ready to stake his claim to the titles. Without any hesitation, the UWL Legend pushes the ladder. The crowd works themselves into a frenzy, sensing what’s about to happen, as does the two people at the top of said ladder. Out of sheer desperation, Park grabs onto the championships as her footing is taken out from under her. The man across from her is left to meet his fate as he falls through the air – all hope fading into the distance.
*CRASH*
Iwakuma’s carcass lands to the ring, his body not even bouncing off it as a reaction, as he simply rolls under the bottom rope. He lies motionless on the apron, the RIMAC exploding with cheers as the crowd ignites at the sight of one of EXODUS’s greatest villains getting his comeuppance for the second time. Having taken care of Daisuke, Brooks turns his attention to Park who hangs suspended in the air, clutching onto the tag team championships for dear life. Justin quickly latches onto her legs and pulls at them, trying to drag the pint-sized Tennessean from the sky. She refuses, managing to hang on in a great display of persistence and tenacity. However eventually her arms give out and Brooks gets his way, pulling her from the sky; Park lands across his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, and the entire arena knows what’s next.
Dick Morosi: HOOK N’ LADDER!
Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks has been unleashed at Invincible!
With Park having been put out of commission, Brooks seizes the opportunity and slowly begins to ascend the ladder to the “Promised Land.” As he begins to rise, Pat Gordon Jr. comes into camera view, dragging his body to the foot of the other side and climbs, hand over hand, rung after tedious rung. He looks up, his vision coming across Justin Brooks who sneers down at him. Justin sends down a right hand followed by a left, desperately hoping to keep PGJ on the canvas. Gordon clubs him in the ribs, forcing Justin to collapse over the top of the ladder, as PGR climbs another pair of steps, now roughly eight feet off the ground. On the outside, Kameron Chase stirs to his feet, wandering aimlessly on the outside before he comes across a table. He slides it into the ring, followed by his own self, before pulling it over to Justin’s side of the ladder, and setting it up in the corner behind him. He pats the table to assure himself of its sturdiness before looking up at the towering chaos that could transpire between Brooks and Gordon Jr. Chase stumbles over to the ladder, looks up to the back of Brooks, and begins to climb after him. From the outside Steve Lenton looks on as the third combatant ascends the ladder, slowly rolling into the ring to climb after the trio above him.
The four men now stand ten feet in the air, Gordon Jr and Lenton on one side, Chase and Brooks on the other. Brooks and PGJ trade knuckles; if either of them falls at this point they could lose more than the match. Justin strikes with a devastating haymaker, rattling Gordon’s cranium as he dances on the edge of the ten foot ladder. Brooks pulls him in, grabbing his arms, frantically trying to take him over, but Gordon hooks his leg around the side of the ladder. Chase ascends to Justin’s level, and lays into him with forearms that land across his back, Justin refusing to release PGJ. Kam looks back down at the much smaller table below, and gives Justin one more punch to the lower back before placing his head between his legs to perform the Electric Chair. Lenton looks up at the human chain-link, and then the lightbulb goes off upstairs. Knowing he won’t be able to get to the titles admist all the bodies, he sets out to prevent the rest of them from doing so, albeit at the expense of his own partner. Steve drops down from the ladder before lifting up its legs, and with Brooks and Chase pulling their way, the human tower begins to horrifyingly lean over. Overwhelmed from the force, Gordon Jr. is pulled across the ladder’s top, beginning to fall with the rest of them. The three men collapse off the ladder; Brooks hits the table in the corner, obliterating it on impact, PGJ balling up in a glimmer of hope as he falls out of the ring and lands unceremoniously on the floor. Following those two is Chase, his back breaking on the canvas, landing just underneath the broken Brooks with the ladder leaning over them on the top turnbuckle.
Dick Morosi: My God… Brooks goes THROUGH the table, Gordon Jr, flies OUT of the ring, and Chase comes right down after them. There are bodies ALL over the RIMAC.
Seth Ericson: Wonder how Steve’s gonna explain that to Brooks. I can’t wait to see that Youtube episode!
Steve Lenton looks on in shock at what just occurred, and the momentary lapse in judgment and dropping of his guard allows Tiami Tyler to sneak behind him. A well-placed Dropkick sends the Big L falling between the ropes and out of the ring. Tyler is quick to grab a hold of the ladder leaning in the corner, but when she goes to pull the legs apart they refuse to budge. Shaking her head frustratingly, she attempts again, only to get the same result, the weight of the four men having left the ladder bent beyond repair. In anger, she lifts the ladder above her head before tossing it out of the ring. She herself finally slips out, scurrying the ringside area in search of a working one.
Across the other side of the ring, Daisuke pulls himself to a vertical base. Slightly disoriented, he centers his balance, taking a few seconds to clear his head before looking around. Almost at his feet is the body of Johnny Cannon which stretches out before him, barely conscious and visibly fatigued on the ground. Daisuke looks on for any more signs of life, unable to find any. Beside him is a table that was pulled out long ago yet unused. Carefully, Daisuke grabs the table and pulls it into position, strategically setting it a few feet from the ring. Before he can do anything else, his sight is captivated by that of a new ladder being set up in the center of the ring. Tiami Tyler, unaware that Iwakuma had regathered his bearings, had begun to climb the ladder. Directly above her, the tag team championships shined brightly, beckoning her to be the one to finally end the grueling contest.
Dick Morosi: What’s he doing? He isn’t even trying to stop her!
Seth Ericson: Why’s he digging under the ring? I’m as confused as you are at urinal Dick.
Indeed ‘The Perfect Evil’ was digging under the ring. To the dismay and fear of the crowd he pulls out the same body bag viewers saw two weeks ago at E-PRO TV Seven. Daisuke yells and waves at the ring in a desperate attempt to get Tiami’s attention; out of her peripheral vision she finally comes across him, stopping in her tracks just as she began to reach for the titles. With a sinister grin he unzips the bag, and a figure finally emerges from it. Tiami’s face is a mask of perturbation, her visage taking a deer in the headlights look as the figure from the bag climbs into the ring, whilst the arena goes deafly silent.
Dick Morosi: THAT’S DANI TYLER! SETH IT’S DANI TYLER!
Seth Ericson: How’d she survive under the ring this whole time? Was she living on crumbs?
Dick Morosi: This is no joking matter Seth? Daisuke kidnapped her this whole time!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, but why?
Dani slowly approaches the ladder, Tiami frozen with shock and confusion at the top of it. Double T’s widened eyes never blink; they remain fixated on her lost sister, as a million thoughts and questions swirl around her brain. Then, with no way to expect it, Dani suddenly charges forward, giving the ladder a great, violent shove; the ladder tips over sideways, sending Tyler flying over the ropes, crashing down into the table below. The air in the arena is poisoned by the gesture, the crowd becoming completely despondent as they have no idea of what to make of what just happened. Tiami lies motionless in her broken wood and splinter filled grave. Dani silently exits the ring, not even looking over her sister, the woman she just stopped from becoming tag champion, and consequently destroyed. With Daisuke Iwakuma by her side, the two of them walk off to the back.
Dick Morosi: She just THREW her own sister off the ladder! Why Dani, why?
Meanwhile admist all the chaos, Cannon rolls into the ring, and the audience works themselves back into a frenzy as Johnny Cannon stands lonesome in the squared circle. With no idea of what transpired, the Brit sets the ladder upright, and with a deep breath he slowly begins to climb. Finally, the self-proclaimed Superstar stands atop the ladder, his vision blurred by exhaustion and pain, but slowly and surely he musters the will to unclasp the belts. The championships fall into his arms, and with the second does the bell sound thrice throughout the arena. “Brainstorm” by Arctic Monkeys quickly rumbles onto the sound system, being drowned out by the noise of the crowd that roars in response of his greatest triumph.
David Zinkus: The winners of this match… and the NEW EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions… the team of Johnny Cannon and Abby Park!
It is a scene not just of triumph, but of exhaustion that follows Cannon’s victory. With the belts in hand he looks over the arena, the ringside area a menagerie of battered flesh and broken dreams that put the moment in perspective. Finally, the Brit descends from the ladder, and collapses to the canvas. He slowly rolls out of the ring, being met by an equally as injured yet elated Abby Park as the two reunite as the ramp. Grabbing her half of the titles Park stares out into the crowd, simply speechless about it all.
Dick Morosi: I can't believe what just happened here Seth. Dani Tyler cost her sister the Tag Team Championships? Why'd she leave with that bastard Iwakuma? What does this all mean?
Seth Ericson: I don't know Dick. All we know is that Cannon and Park are the new champions around here. We'll only be given the answers to those questions when Dani and Daisuke choose to answer them.
The new champions gingerly raise their belts into the air as a few medics rush the ringside area to tend to the wounded warriors.
WINNERS (and new EXODUS Tag Team Champions): Johnny Cannon & Abby Park
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 7:57:37 GMT -6
After the events that the sold out crowd at the RIMAC have just witnessed, a somber atmosphere fills the arena at Invincible. Not quite sure what to do as EMT’s begin to exit the area, the crowd clap in appreciation for the hard work the medical personnel do. As things begin to calm down and the shocked, sold out crowd in San Diego begin to talk among themselves, the lights suddenly ‘shutter’ off. Finding it somewhat hard to garner much enthusiasm or anticipation after what’s just transpired, the crowd are somewhat silent, until suddenly a very familiar song blasts from the sound system. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU’RE TO BLAME!
DARLING, YOU GIVE LOVE, A BAD NAME! Dick Morosi: ....What the hell? Seth Ericson: I know that music! “You Give Love a Bad Name” by Bon Jovi gets into full swing as red and white lights flash around the arena, and with a mixed reaction, the crowd know exactly who to expect. Christian Kane comes bursting through the curtain with his almost trademarked smirk as he looks out into the crowd. Holding what looks like a cannon, we see Kane has a mic clipped to his collar which we affirm does indeed works as he speaks. Christian Kane: HAVE NO FEAR, EXODUS, KANE IS HERE! CONFETTI! Lifting the cannon, the Canadian Sensation pulls the trigger, sending a trail of confetti up into the air above the audience. He does this several times, laughing somewhat maniacally as he does so before making his way down towards the ring - the smirk never leaving his face. Dick Morosi: Are you serious right now? Christian Kane!? Dressed in his own white and red ‘#STUDLIFE’ tee, black jeans and white and red shoes, Kane makes his way into the ring, swapping his clip on microphone for a more conventional one. As he paces back and forth, discarding of his mic pack doing so, he lifts the microphone to his lips as the Original Bad Guy’s mouth parts. Christian Kane: What a steal, huh!? Christian Kane in EXODUS Pro! While the crowd still isn't sure what to think, Christian looks up, imitating a day dream - one that’s now come true. Christian Kane: Now I know what you’re all thinking, bad timing, bad timing. Right, I get that, R.I.P Collins and all that, but listen you don’t need to worry about that guy anymore. Because clearly he failed. He’s dead. At least I think he’s dead. He’s probably dead, so just forget about him. He didn't save EXODUS from the LEGION like he said he would. So that by proxy makes him a liar. He lied to you all, so really...you should all be applauding my timing. Dick Morosi: This is disgusting! Seth Ericson: I don't know, Dick, I kinda like this guy! Dick Morosi: But this isn't the time, Seth! This isn't the time at all! Putting the microphone in his armpit, Kane golf claps for himself, urging the audience to join him before he continues. Christian Kane: Now before you all get excited and think that I, Christian Kane, modern day Jesus, came to save you all from your inevitable pending doom at the hands of the LEGION, you’re mistaken. Unmoisten those panties, EXODUS ladies - I came here for the money. Now as you know, I am pretty much everything awesome about the world condensed into one singular human being, so it’s only natural that yes, I am the best at everything I do. And YES, that means I’m the best wrestler ever - so you know, if you’re good at something, why do it for free? And let me tell you, I would never ever wrestle for free. There have been ongoing contractual negotiations for a long, long time now and I’m happy to inform you all, that yes, I ]am getting CRAZY money. Actually, I’m getting the most money on the roster, and rightfully so. If it means crippling this place financially, then so be it, I actually kinda don’t care as long as I get as much money as possible. So, uh, yeah. Just came to introduce myself, tell you all that Jonathan Collins is a filthy, disgusting, liar - who is also now deceased...and uh, gloat about my contract. Let’s think...hm...what else... Right! That’s it! My hotel room is 403, if any ladies want to come join me. I own a Lamborghini, I only date supermodels, I drink champagne from the bottle. Uh...I’m gonna dominate this company? Blah blah blah? I dunno, you guys have to help me out here. You’re all preoccupied by this whole ‘war’ thing. It’s kinda hard to force my way in here, that’s the second time I’ve said that today. It’s like you’re so focused on this bullshit it’s hard to appreciate everything awesome. That awesome being me, obviously. Everyone has to pick a side and I just want to say that I refuse to pick a side. Your attention should be off those two, silly, bickering groups and onto me. Just pretend they don’t exist. Nothing’s wrong if they don’t exist. Aaaaaaaand speaking of that, I’ve just remembered I have something in the trunk of my car that I need to attend to before the police arrive so, thanks for coming to the show, I’ve been Christian Kane, the guy in the bodybag was Jonathan Collins, stick around for amateur hour where you’ll see three of my titles being defended by thiefs holding my titles! Room 403, hot bitches need only apply. With that Christian Kane throws the microphone over his shoulder and exits the ring, his inane ramble finished as his intentions have been stated, if the audience were aware enough to decipher it. Nonetheless, they boo Kane as he makes his way back through the curtain, mostly for his comments regarding Jonathan Collins and because he’s a huge asshole. However, if one thing can be taken from what we’ve seen it is simply this... Dick Morosi: Well, like him or not... Christian Kane has arrived in EXODUS Pro Wrestling. After...that... we cut backstage to a chaotic scene. Paramedics are rushing around with Jonathan Collins laid out on a stretcher with EXODUS workers looking grim as they stood and watched while many others panicked as well. The one in the most hysterics however was none other than Fiona Rourke. Tears are running down her face as she rushes after the stretcher. She is sobbing loudly, feeling like she is inside of a horrible nightmare as she grabs Jon’s coat and clutches it tightly to her. Fiona Rourke: WHAT ARE YOU ALL WAITING FOR?! SOMEBODY, DO SOMETHING. HELP HIM!! She screams loudly through her tears, sobbing even harder now as she runs to his side, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly up to her face. The Strong-Style Seraph doesn't have the chance to hold on for long, though, since the paramedics are hurriedly getting Jonathan to the ambulance so he can receive the medical attention he so desperately needs. As Fiona watches it roll away with tears in her eyes, a tanned hand settles upon her shoulder. It's not until its owner speaks that just who it belongs to becomes clear. Natalie Bateman: They're doing everything they can, Miss Rourke... I promise. Fiona feels the hand on her shoulder but her eyes are locked on the now retreating figure of the man she loves more than anything. Her hand has fallen away from his, hovering in the air before falling to her side. She hears the stranger’s voice and finally breaks her gaze to look at the female standing beside her. Sobs are still wracking her mouth and her eyes are tearing up even more. Fiona Rourke: No, they’re not doing enough. THEY NEED TO HELP HIM…..Madison, oh my god. MADISON!! She screams, looking around frantically for Jonathan’s ten year old daughter. She prayed to God Madison didn’t see her father as he was now. She had to find her; she turns to look at the other female again, eyes wide. Fiona Rourke: Do you know where Madison is? I need to find her. Natalie Bateman: She's alright-- and Mister Collins is going to be alright. I know it looks bad, but you need to have faith. Gently, her hands reach out to grab hold of Fiona's shoulders gently, leaning down to allow her gaze to bore into the other woman's. Fiona finally faced the other woman now, feeling the weight of her hands on her own shoulders to make her look at her. Her heart was beating frantically in her chest, wanting to jump right out of her body. She was angry, terrified, frightened, scared – every adjective describing fear and anger fit Fiona Rourke at that moment. Staring into the other girl’s eyes, Fiona felt the dam breaking even more until she had thrown her arms around the other female, hugging her tightly as the tears flowed even more. Fiona Rourke: Oh god, I’m so scared. I can’t lose him, Natalie. I can’t. I don’t know what I’ll…… She trailed off, sobs wracking her body harder. While she stumbles back a little at the collision, the Southern Belle doesn't hesitate in folding her arms around the other woman, a hand rubbing at Fiona's back. Natalie lets the Strong-Style Seraph get a good bit of her crying out before she's gently guiding Fiona's troubled eyes up to her own. Natalie Bateman: I'll tell you what you're going to do, sugah. You're going to wipe these tears off your cheeks, you're gonna take a deep breath... and you're gonna go out there and kick Mister Gunner's behind from pillar to post. All will be well, Miss Rourke. Have faith in that. The comfort of someone, especially a friend, was much needed for Fiona to overcome her emotions. Minutes later, the crying had receded and Natalie’s words were ringing in her ears. After what had been done to her boyfriend, Fiona knew that her match meant more than just winning over Magnus. No, now it meant so much more. It was time to end LEGION for good and that first step would be by destroying Magnus completely. With a nod of her head, a sniff and a clearing of tears off her face, Fiona’s expression went from utter devastation to hard as stone. She looked at Natalie again, a small smile of thanks appearing before the mask of stoicism appeared once again. Fiona Rourke: You’re right. Magnus is going to pay for what LEGION’s done to Jonathan and I’m going to end him just like they ended the man I love. I swear to God, I am going to murder him. She breaks away and turns, walking with a fierce determination that she never had before to prepare for her match, while thoughts of Jonathan and Madison ran through her head. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 7:40:36 GMT -6
Grudge Match: Title Aspirations vs. JobKliff Ulysses vs. Jonathan CollinsDick Morosi: Alright, fans, it's time! Seth, this match has been brewing for nearly a year now. Seth Ericson: That's an understatement...this isn't going to be a match. It's going to be a war, because that's what Kliff Ulysses wants. He's wanted Jonathan Collins by any means, and tonight, Dick? He gets him. Dick Morosi: Kliff might be in over his head with a veteran like Collins, though. Let's head up to the ring, and David Zinkus! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest...scheduled for one fall...is a GRRRRRRRRRRRRRUDGE MATCH! The arena goes dim, the crowd hypes up. The sound of symphonic waves Rush the arena, before being played out by the ticking of a metronome.The sound overlapped by the rhythmic pickings of a guitar. He's got a road map of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars
All along the highway
She's got a liquid-crystal compass
A picture book of the rivers
Under the Sahara The music flares up with a trumpeting, bassy burst! The lights begin to flash; Red, Green, and Blue lights flicker at the entrance curtain. They travel in the time of the prophets
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run
On the run
The crowd begins to heat up as the entrance begins to fill with smoke. He's got a star map of Hollywood
A list of cheap motels
All along the freeway
She's got a sister out in Vegas
The promise of a decent job
Far away from her hometown
Finally. He bursts through the curtain. He faces the crowd and is met with cheers, underneath the boos. The men screaming for LEGION, some in praise, most for their blood. He begins making his way down to the ring, the lights still flashing. Showing his tired, but confident grin as he makes his way to the ring.
When we are young
Wandering the face of the Earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal
For a limited time
The small part of the crowd cheers him on. KLIFF U-LYSSES! KLIFF U-LYSSES!He circles the ring, high fiving and playing up to anyone who would have him. Even hugging one of his more adoring fans.
When we are young
Wandering the face of the Earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal
For a limited time
He makes a full circle around the ring and climbs the apron, then the ropes, and stands atop the turnbuckle. Facing off with all of his supporters and the greater many of his detractors. All with that same confident smile.
Time is a gypsy caravan
Steals away in the night
To leave you stranded in Dreamland
Distance is a long-range filter
Memory a flickering light
Left behind in the heartland
As the music begins to flare up he does a courageous backflip off the turnbuckle. Landing perfectly on his feet he begins to run the ropes in anticipation.
We travel in the dark of the new moon
A starry highway traced on the map of the sky
Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry
We're only at home when we're on the fly
On the fly
The lets begin to brighten up and Kliff stands in the center of the ring all alone. As the chorus begins to fade out he marches up to every side of the squared circle and begins to sing their praises or caustically and jovially mock them. Whichever that side would have preferred before retreating to his corner waiting for Collins.[/quote] Dick Morosi: Kliff looks like a man possessed, and that's what he's been since the day he came into EXODUS. Seth Ericson: He's a beast, an absolute monster, with unmatched skills! One of the best pure athletes in EXODUS today, and every little thing he does is planned for maximum impact! Dick Morosi: It'll have to be, because he's up against one of the best! The lighs dim in the arena in anticipation, and finally, they black out completely. David Zinkus: And his opponent...from ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA...he weighs in tonight at 212 pounds! HE IS THE SAINT OF VIOLENCE...THE SO-CAL SUPERSTAR...THE WINGLESS ANGEL...HE IS THE DIRECTOR OF EXODUS PRO WRESTLING....JONATHAN COLLINS! As soon as David finishes his introduction, the music starts, especially the drums of "Sing" by My Chemical Romance. The crowd starts to stir as white lights illuminate the entrance way, along with smoke as the lyrics begin. Sing it out
Boy, you've got to see what tomorrow brings.
Sing it out
Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs.
For every time that they want to count you out
Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth... The chorus kicks in, and standing at the entrance in his traditional sleeveless hooded long coat is Jonathan Collins! In dark blue gear reminiscent of a Blue Lantern from the comics, complete with tight sleeveless top and his baggy wrestling shorts, he stands at the top of the ramp, pointing out at Kliff! Dick Morosi: I haven't said this in almost nine years, but...THERE STANDS THE WINGLESS ANGEL! Sing it for the boys
Sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it, sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world Collins stands in full gear and jacket, a half mask along the lower half of his face that has nothing but a digital looking zero where the mouth should be. Flipping his head back to let the hood down, he starts making his way down the ramp, slapping a few hands as the chorus continues. Making his way down ringside, he continues to slap hands with the fans who are cheering for him, a "SAINT OF VIO-LENCE!" chant having broken out. Dick Morosi: The last time I called a match for this man, he and Hilary Bennett took the NEW Tag Team Titles from Andrew Ashton and Austin Jones. He might have aged a little, but nothing has changed about his love for the sport or these fans. Seth Ericson: I've been one to criticize him at times, but...dammit, Jon, win this one for EXODUS! Sing it out, boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out, girl before they kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to make a choice
If the music drowns you out
And raise your voice
Every single time they try and shut your mouth Stepping up the metal stairs and going through the ropes, Collins steps in and drops to a knee, streamers being thrown in from across the arena in a sign of respect to the man that has become a southern California wrestling icon. Jon looks up at the crowd, nodding as it seems almost a tear has come to his eye over the affection the audience has given him. Finally, Collins gets up from his knee to climb to a turnbuckle and quickly salute the crowd one more time, earning a couple more streamers that lagged from the first time. Dick Morosi: These fans are on their feet, a big show of respect for Jonathan Collins! Seth Ericson: It might be the last time these fans see him, Dick. They're getting in their last goodbyes... Dick Morosi: Don't speak too soon! The specially assigned referee for this match, Katie Hanneman, calls for the bell, and Kliff charges out of the corner, sprinting at his opponent! Collins stands his ground, and the two immediately begin trading forearms, as the fans go wild. Jon gains the advantage, and drops Kliff with an European uppercut, sending the younger competitor out to the floor. Seth Ericson: Collins isn't gonna let him breathe! Jon bails out of the ring, going after Kliff. After grabbing his hair from behind, Collins rams his head into the apron, then spins him around, unleashing a LOUD knife edge chop to the chest of “Cunning” Kliff! The crowd lets out a loud “OHHHHHH” as Jon rips another! Dick Morosi: Jonathan Collins isn't showing any mercy here early on! Seth Ericson: How long can he keep going, though? Jon grabs Kliff again by the hair, bringing him over to the railing, but Kliff puts on the brakes, and turns the tables! Instead, it's the head of Jonathan Collins that smacks off the steel railing, right in front of William and Natalie Bateman! Kliff might've shot them a glance, but pays no mind to the pair as he rolls Collins back into the ring. Dick Morosi: I'd say these two were in danger of getting counted out, but Katie Hanneman was pretty lax with her count. Seth Ericson: Can you blame her? You want to tell these guys this match is a draw? Hell, you want to even put the thought in their mind!? With Kliff on his feet and Jon on the ground, Ulysses takes this opportunity to begin putting the boots to Jonathan Collins. One particular kick to the ribs sent Jon rolling across the ring, into a kneeling position. Kliff stalked toward his foe, only for Jon to drop the low bridge and push Kliff through the ropes and to the floor! Jon quickly gets up as Kliff pulls himself up, but he quickly finds himself stuck underneath a flying Jonathan! Collins crashes down onto Kliff with a plancha, but when he comes up...he's gingerly walking on his right knee. Dick Morosi: Oh...I think Collins might've tweaked his long-time knee injury on that one. Seth Ericson: He better get good at acting, quick, and hide that. Else Kliff's gonna zero in on it right away! Collins reaches down, pulling Kliff up, and pushing him back into the railing, sending a grimace of pain across the face of Ulysses. Jon measures his foe up for another knife edge chop, but Kliff shoots his foot out into the right knee of Collins, sending the veteran stumbling away! Kliff gets a sadistic grin across his face as he eyes up his opponent. After a moment, Kliff drops low, clipping Jon and sending him down to the concrete outside the ring! Ulysses is quick to rise, pulling Jon up by his head and rolling him back into the ring. Seth Ericson: Now Kliff's right in the position he wants! He's got Collins down, with his bad knee, and he's in control! Dick Morosi: Jon's far from done, Seth, you know that! Kliff follows his opponent back in, and takes a couple of stomps on the knee of Jon. Pulling him back up again, Kliff glares at Jon for a moment before kicking him in the front of his leg! Collins collapses back to the mat, face down, and Kliff immediately grabs his right leg, lifting it up into a half Boston crab! Collins screams out in pain as Hanneman gets down to check him for submission. Dick Morosi: He's not gonna quit, it'll take an army to make Jonathan Collins quit, and I'm not even sure that's the case! Seth Ericson: He's LEGION...they ARE an army, Dick... Collins is slowly able to crawl his way to the ropes, reaching out with the support of the fans to grab ahold of the bottom rope! Ulysses waits until the count of four to release, soaking in the boos from the fans. Collins crawls up to the middle rope, but Kliff is right there to lean on him, choking “The Saint of Violence” against the ropes! Again he holds until the four count before letting go. Dick Morosi: Kliff Ulysses...toeing the line here. If he's not careful, Katie Hanneman might call for the disqualification! Seth Ericson: He's holding until that four count, and that's perfectly legal, Dick. You know that... Dick Morosi: Kliff's flaunting that rule, that's what he's doing! Seth Ericson: What are you, some kind of cheerleader for Jonathan Collins? Dick Morosi: You know what, Seth? Tonight? With his job on the line, and all these fans here to support him? Yes! Yes I am! Seth Ericson: Show some credibility, Dick! Come on! Ulysses pulls Jon up again, and slaps him clean across the face! Kliff takes off for the ropes, but upon his return, he's caught and put up in the air by Jon Collins, who brings him down... Dick Morosi: END OF SILENCE! HE HOLDS ON FOR THE COVER! ONE...TWO...NO! Seth Ericson: Collins couldn't REALLY think that was going to work, could he? Dick Morosi: In a match like this, Seth, every move counts, and with a veteran like Jonathan Collins, every move CAN count! Collins pulls himself up, and motions for Kliff to get up! Jon takes a couple of steps back, and goes for a ZERO Hour backfist! But Kliff's aware of its impending nature and puts up his forearms, blocking the blow and stunning Jon long enough for him to jump up and hit a picture perfect dropkick! With Collins down, Kliff is quick to rise, and heads straight for the corner, looking to hit something of a flying variety! Dick Morosi: Kliff's stopping to taunt the fans! Look out, INCOMING! Jon Collins uses this opportunity as an adrenaline-fueled kip up and run up the ropes, catching Kliff and hitting what could be best described as a “snap-superplex”! Both men are down as Katie Hanneman checks on them. Seth Ericson: How much did that take out of both of these guys? How much do they have left? Dick Morosi: More than you might think, Seth, they're almost back to their feet! Both men have used the ropes to pull themselves up, and after a moment, with the fans buzzing louder than ever, turn to face each other. There's another moment that they stare each other down... Dick Morosi: AND HERE WE GO! Ulysses and Collins charge each other, with Kliff ducking under a clothesline and clipping the front of Jon's knee, dropping him down to a kneeling position. Ulysses puts on the brakes, takes back off to the ropes, and comes back to hit a Shining Wizard on Collins! He falls on top for a cover... ONE...TWO...NO! Collins kicks out, and the two are quickly back up to their feet; Kliff takes a swing at Jon, who ducks, and sends Kliff all the way around; grabbing him by the back of the head, Jon sits down, pulling his foe back with a retro move, The Reanimator! Scooting up to go for a pin, Jon grabs the legs of Kliff, pulling them back for leverage... ONE...TWO...NO! Kliff kicks out, and both are back up again. Kliff kicks Jon in the midsection, and hooks him up for the ODSE...but Collins spins out of it, and kicks Kliff in the stomach! Doubled over, Kliff's pulled into a powerbomb position, and Jon lifts him up, before throwing him out in front of him and catching the falling Cunning One with a cutter! Seth Ericson: I'VE SEEN THAT BEFORE, THAT- Dick Morosi: THE REAL FOLK BLUES! The move that finished so many people in New Era Wrestling! COVER! ONE...TWO...THR-NOOOO! Seth Ericson: ULYSSES GOT OUT OF IT! COLLINS CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HE'S SEEING! Jon gets up, looking at Kliff and taking a couple of steps back one more time...Ulysses slowly pulls himself up, and this time isn't ready for... Dick Morosi: ZERO HOUR! BACKFIST! GAME OVER! COVER! ONE! TWO! THRE-NOOO! Seth Ericson: ...He kicked out of the ZERO Hour... Dick Morosi: Collins is stunned, I'm stunned, you're stunned...Seth, these fans can't believe it. Jon gets up again, seeing Kliff still down. Jon looks at, then points at the corner, the fans rising to their feet in anticipation. Stepping out to the apron, Collins pauses to collect himself, before jumping up to the top rope, then bouncing over to the other set of ropes, before coming off with a Phoenix Splash... Dick Morosi: ENDLESS WALTZ... Seth Ericson: HE MISSED! Collins crashes into the mat, Kliff having drawn him in. This time it's Ulysses who is up quickly, measuring his opponent before sprinting forward a few steps and SLAMMING his elbow into the temple of the veteran! Seth Ericson: ANGEL ARM! THAT COULD BE IT! COVER! ONE... TWO..... Dick Morosi: HE GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES! JONATHAN COLLINS AVOIDS DEFEAT! Kliff slams the mat in frustration. He sits Jon up and again...ANGEL ARM! He’s snapped though, and he’s delivered a third Angel Arm to Collins, who is bleeding from the mouth now! He grabs Jon by the hair, and has Collins on his knees, leaving him to look down at Jon, shouting at Collins to beg him for mercy. Jon shakes his head and Kliff just pounds him in the face and screams for him to beg for mercy again, and again Jon refuses, leading Kliff to start pounding him in the face, busting open his forehead. As he screams one more time, Jon in a woozy haze points to the entrance way. Dick Morosi: What’s Jon doing... Seth Ericson: Is...holy crap, that’s Sharon! Sharon is Kliff’s estranged wife! Sharon slowly makes her way down, tears welling in her eyes as Jon just points, Kliff turning his head to see Sharon there. Going from a full focus on Jonathan Collins to looking as if he wasn’t even there, Kliff leaves the ring and goes toward Sharon, quickly getting her over the guardrail and to a safe place as she looks at him, wondering what’s become of him. She’s shaking her head, and all the malice that Kliff had in his eyes seems to fade, realizing that he’s done more damage than good with his actions. Meanwhile, Collins looks almost out on his knees, dazed and bloodied. Kliff looks back toward the ring, then to Sharon, and then back towards the ring. A look of resignation comes over his face as he slowly approaches the ring, getting in almost hesitantly before approaching Collins. Instead of attacking him, he slowly helps The Saint of Violence back to his feet. Seth Ericson: I don’t understand... Once Jon is to his feet, Kliff helps him shake the cobwebs off, and as he looks Jon in the eyes, he nods. The two gaze at one another, and a silent agreement seems to be in the process of coming together, the two understanding what the situation is. Without a thought, Jonathan Collins wraps an arm around Kliff, giving the young man a hug before letting go, starting to step back as he seems to be winding up. Taking a deep breath, Collins charges forward, turning and delivering a HUGE ZERO Hour backfist! Kliff does nothing to counter or block the move, accepting the fate as he goes down, the crowd almost erupting before turning to boos as LEGION begins to swarm! Dick Morosi: NO! NOT LIKE THIS! The group begins to attack as Daisuke pulls Jon away from Kliff before Hanneman can make the three count, starting to pound into him. Realizing what’s going on as he starts coming to from the backfist he had just taken, Kliff dives into the pile of his LEGION brethren to stop them, almost as if he was shielding Collins from harm. Kliff gets helped up by Daisuke, and the two look at one another. A few words exchange between them, almost if Kliff was imploring him to send away LEGION and let him accept this fate he seemed to agree to with Collins. Daisuke sighs, placing a hand on his shoulder...ALL BEFORE PICKING HIM UP AND DROPPING HIM WITH HIS DEAD SPACE FINISHER! Dick Morosi: This can’t be happening. Where’s the support here? Somebody get out here, Jonathan Collins is in need of some backup! Seth Ericson: Cavalry? Anybody? Somebody? We’re taking volunteers from the crowd, too! It was Daisuke who was closest. He leered over Collins and spoke, something that, over the roar of boos from the crowd couldn’t quite be understood. It did seem to get Collins’ attention, though, and he began struggling to get to his feet. Daisuke took care of that, though, with a rough boot planted into his back. The crowd became more restless than before, with those raucous, roaring boos being slowly replaced by cheers. Small at first, but the cheers grew steadily, centered behind the announce team. Seth Ericson and Dick Morosi were caught by surprise as a pair of boots stomped onto their table, with both starting in surprise. Seth Ericson: Hey, is that one of our volunteers?! See, folks? We’ve got the most loyal fanbase on the planet! Dick Morosi: That’s not a fan, Seth. I know that guy... The stranger drops down from the announce table and quickly climbs the ringside stairs and stands on the apron. He and Daisuke lock eyes and stare at each other a moment, with the stranger on the apron pointing a finger at him. Slowly, the man, dressed in crisply creased jeans and a worn leather jacket slides between the middle and top ropes, stalking slowly over toward Jonathan Collins. Seth Ericson: Okay Dick, don’t leave us hanging! Who is this guy? I mean, besides another LEGION victim? Dick Morosi: He may be the only hope Jon Collins’ has, but it’s a good hope to have. That’s “The Great American Nightmare”, Gryphon! Seth Ericson: Gryphon!? Gryphon points at Daisuke, then Katherine Reynolds, and points his finger again, silently ordering them back. LEGION, even though they outnumber the two men, hesitate, looking between themselves collectively before actually taking a half step back! Daisuke holds his arms out, reassuring his compatriots that it’s okay, and urging patience. Gryphon slowly opens his coat and begins to tug out a heavy steel chain, letting one end drop to the canvas. He then begins to slowly wrap that chain around his fist, which gets the fans who are familiar with his work to pop loudly. Dick Morosi: That’s right! For months now, Gryphon’s been in contact with both Collins and Jimmy Riley. They’ve become pretty good friends, and I can tell you personally that I know they’ve been in contact over the phone quite a few times. He may not have a lot of backup in that ring right now, Seth, but I can guarantee you that to Jon Collins, that man may be all he needs to get this LEGION problem corrected! Seth Ericson: ...Yeah! Hooray, Gryphon! Dropping to a knee, Gryphon never took his eyes off of LEGION. His free hand caught Collins by his armpit, and then hooked around his bicep. His chain-wrapped fist was cocked and ready, just in case anyone got stupid enough to rush them. He grunted and helped Collins get to his feet and guided him to a corner. Gryphon pushed him into the corner, draping his arm over the top rope and placed himself between his friend and the group that meant him harm. He leaned down, thrusting his hand between the top and middle ropes and demanded a microphone. Seth Ericson: And now he’s going to speak? I love this guy! Gryphon took the microphone that the timekeeper rushed to put into his hand and straightened back up. He checked on Collins briefly and then cleared his throat into the microphone before speaking. Gryphon: For months now, I have had to sit here, like all of these people, and watch as a cancer spread throughout EXODUS Pro. I had to watch from the sidelines, with my hands tied, unable to do anything but sit at home, week in and week out, and watch a bunch of assholes continue to drag this...once great thing, this promising concept that is EXODUS Pro into the God damn gutter... ...but now my hands are free. The cuffs are off, the gloves are off. Why? Because I got my medical clearance earlier this week to get back into the ring. That’s right: The God Damn Devil is back in the God Damn saddle. The fans cheer as Gryphon takes a half step toward LEGION. He looks back at a recovering Jonathan Collins, and gives him a nod. Gryphon: For months now, I’ve been fortunate enough to call a visionary like Jonathan Collins my friend. And, while I’ve been unable to give my support to my friend in person, I have been calling, emailing, and texting this man. I’ve tried to tell him to keep his chin up, to hold the line. That help was on the way. Gryphon smirks as he looks back at Daisuke and lifts his chain-wrapped fist. He takes a half step back toward Collins’ corner. Gryphon: I’m the Cavalry. I’m the Light Brigade, charging over the hill. I’m the Winds of Change, blowing in to turn the tide in EXODUS. The Messiah of Violence is in San Diego for one reason, and one reason only: To put all of you assholes on notice. This war? It’s officially OVER. The crowd pops as Gryphon smirks. Collins seems to be motivated by not only the timely arrival of his friend, but his speech. He lifts himself up out of the corner and comes to stand by Gryphon, bringing his hands up into fists. Into a fighting stance, Collins now bounces lightly on the balls of his feet. Gryphon: The cancer is widespread, but I’m the scalpel in the surgeon’s hands. I’m here to cut it out. Tonight, we’re cutting out the beating heart of EXODUS. Tonight, the heart stops beating. The microphone drops from his hand as Gryphon shifts to face a noticeably perplexed Jonathan Collins. Collins’ eyebrows knit together in confusion, but Gryphon plants his free hand onto his shoulder, following it up with that chain-wrapped fist slamming squarely into his chin. Collins crumples to the mat in a heap, and those cheers? They have quickly turned to a chorus of hateful boos. Dick Morosi: I can’t believe it! Why, Gryphon? Why turn on your friend?! Seth Ericson: And the jackals are moving in for the kill, Dick. This is hard to watch. Gryphon motions to the members of LEGION who look to Daisuke first, and then to Gryphon, before obeying. Gryphon gestures to Katherine Reynolds who scoots herself onto a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Daisuke and Magnus Gunner haul Collins up to his feet roughly. Katherine smiles and waves to the crowd, who only boo louder, before hopping from the middle turnbuckle to the top, and then springing forward, catching Collins with a diving hurricanrana. Dick Morosi: Inside Outside from Katherine Reynolds! This is murder, live on Pay-Per-View! Someone get out here and stop this madness! Seth Ericson: This is hard to watch, Dick. I agree. Is there anyone who can help? Anyone at all? Magnus Gunner slides out of the ring and shoves the timekeeper out of his chair. He folds it up and holds it up for Gryphon, who nods and points to Collins. Gryphon hoists himself up into the corner, sitting on the top turnbuckle and looking down on the carnage going on in the ring. Daisuke yanks Collins up to his feet and irish whips him into the far side. Collins stumbles and staggers back toward the members of LEGION, and right into a brutal chairshot that sends Collins first to his knees, and then immediately to his face. The sickening “Thwack!” echoes throughout the arena, and an obvious deformity in the seat of the chair is seen as Gunner displays the twisted chair proudly. He hoists it into the air and taunts the crowd with it a few times, going from one side to another, and finally tossing it down. Daisuke is next, as he brings Collins up by his hair. Dick Morosi: Good God, what does Collins have left? He’s motionless! Seth Ericson: He’s not even moving anymore, Dick. I...I don’t think they even care, either. You’ve all done enough; let him go! Throwing one of Collins’ arms around the back of his neck, Daisuke scoops Collins up and shifts him, turning him, only to quickly spike him onto his head with the Dead Space! Gryphon hops down from his perch on the turnbuckle and motions with his hands to back LEGION up. Gryphon reclaims his discarded microphone and kneels down next to Collins. Gryphon: This is the future, Jon. Take a good, long look before you say your goodbyes. Take a long, hard look at the evolution of not only EXODUS, but the industry itself. This is your brainchild, nurtured and propelled into the future by my guiding hand. I was always the hand you didn’t see, pulling the strings. I set this ball into motion. Not Kliff. Not Daisuke. GRYPHON. This is the future, Jon Collins, and the New Age of Brutality has been ushered in. You have to leave, Jon, so that this company can evolve. So it can change; so we can have progress. Without you in the way, and with LEGION by my side, I can lead the Plebeians into the future, to the next level of prosperity. I’m doing it, Jon...for the sake of the children. Don’t worry, pal. The kids are going to be just fine... Gryphon smirks and gets back up to his feet. He motions for Gunner and Daisuke to hoist him back to his feet. Getting nearly nose to nose now, Gryphon brings the microphone to his lips. Gryphon: We are LEGION, Jon. We are many. Believe the Hype. Dropping the microphone again, Gryphon slams a boot roughly into Collins’ stomach. Scooping him up and over his shoulder, Gryphon shifts him into an inverted belly-to-belly before dropping down to a seated position, slamming Collins head-first into the canvas. Collins flops over limply, but Gryphon drags him up to his feet again by his hair. Looking squarely into his eyes, The Great American Nightmare shakes his head again and drags him back into that same position, dropping him onto his head with a second Ultimate Sin. Gryphon stalks over to where Kliff Ulysses has been prone on the canvas and drags him over on top of Collins. Rewrapping that chain a bit, Gryphon drags the referee into place on the canvas and threatens him if he doesn’t start to count. The count is slow, agonizingly slow, but the zebra eventually makes the three count. "The Grudge" by Tool begins to play and the remaining members of LEGION file out of the ring, leaving the crowd shocked and stunned. Dick Morosi: I...I can't believe it. Jonathan Collins is gone from EXODUS Pro. Seth Ericson: And...maybe this is bad timing, but Kliff Ulysses as well. WINNER: Kliff Ulysses
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 7:39:35 GMT -6
The viewers of EXODUS Pro Television's broadcast notice their screen quickly transitioning into pixelated grey lines with audible scratching until a man appears in front of a camera. To the casual viewer, this figure is unknown but to hardcore fans of wrestling, they are witnessing a man they have come to familiarize themselves with over the past few weeks on Twitter.
Anonymous figure: Why hello there... For a lot of you folks watching this, you're wondering who that chubby guy is on the screen and is taking over your show at this moment in time. No, the world isn't going to end... Well, I second thought, it depends on how you look at it. But anyways... A lot of you over in the west coast may not know me -- and that's just perfectly fine -- because I'd rather have you understand why I'm here. See, in your perfect little world, in your little niche, there are other things out in the wilderness ready to prey on the weak and you just better watch out because when the hunting begins, no one is safe... Some people think that the second coming is near or that it's already happening. The hell? They must've gotten the scheduling wrong. However, need not to worry because it'll happen sooner or later. And trust me, in order for an Exodus to occur a catalyst must arise. So with that being said, I guess I might be right: your perfect little world down in California is going to look a little more disheveled, a little more robust, a little more hellish, and a little more, well, let's just say a little more wilder... Later marks.
As soon as the anonymous figure ends his spiel, he winks into the camera before the scene quickly transitions into same buzzing sound effect and a distorted screen just as how the segment began.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 7, 2013 7:38:51 GMT -6
San Diego Bay Title MatchJerry Matthews vs Johnny Blayze vs Blake Jones vs Aiden RomeroDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the San Diego Bay Championship. Introducing first from Redemption, Alabama, standing at six foot, six inches tall, weighing in at two hundred seventy five pounds.... this is JERRY MATTHEWS. As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly. Dick Morosi: This man went the distance with Fiona Rouke Seth, and nearly knocked her off. Could he be the favorite? Seth Ericson: He is unless you want him to act Jesus to smite you. The lights go dark and spotlights circle the top of the ramp as "Ladies & Gentlemen" by Saliva begins to play over the sound system. The fans bang against the steel guardrails in time with the beat as through the black curtain separating backstage from the main arena bursts a Caucasian male with a tanned athletic build and short spiky brown hair with a bit of brown stubble on his chin. He is wearing tight black leather pants with red & yellow flames in front and "Blayze" on the back, black elbow pads, and black boots (all with flames emblazoned on them). His ensemble is completed by a pair of black Oakley sunglasses. Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe Blayze raises his fists in the air as the lights go back on. He then strolls down to the ring, slapping hands and bumping fists with fans on both sides of the aisle.
Like nothing you've ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you'll be begging for more
Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes before leaping up on to the turnbuckles in the nearby corner, raising his fists in the air once more.
Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen He then jumps off and does a few fist raises in the air with the music Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen The music fades and he is introduced to the crowd. David Zinkus: From Daytona Beach, Florida…weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds…."HOT STUFFFFF" JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!! As "Tonight Is The Night" by Outasight begins to blare throughout the arena, Blake Jones makes his way out from behind the curtains wearing his black tights and an light blue hoodie sweatshirt (unzipped). He stands at the top of the ramp, pointing at a few fans in the crowd holding up some support of him. David Zinkus: Introducing next, from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, standing at five feet, ten inches tall at one hundred and eighty four pounds.... this is Blake Jones! Blake semi-jogs his way down the ramp and high fives the fans to his left before sliding into the ring by going under the bottom rope. He then walks over to a nearby corner, climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and continues to smile as he points out to a few more fans before back flipping off the turnbuckle and landing on his feet. He then screams out "Tonight Is The Night" before taking off his sweatshirt and handing it to an EXODUS worker. David Zinkus: And the final competitor in this contest, from Druid Hills, Kentucky, standing at six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred ninety five pounds... he is AIDEN ROMERO! “As “Man of Constant Sorrow” by Charm City Devils starts to play over the pa system, Aiden Romero slowly walks onto the entrance stage, wearing a straw hat and a Hawaiian styled shirt over his ring attire. He looks out into the crowd as they start to boo him, he just chuckles to himself, pushing some of his wet and matted hair from his eyes and begins to stalk to ringside. Upon entering the ring, Aiden slowly removes his shirt and then the hat, Folding the shirt and placing it inside it, he hands them to a ring tech before stretching on the ropes and awaiting for the bell to ring. Seth Ericson: Look at them, they'd cut off the other's throat if it meant they'd walk out the champion. I love it! The four men stand in their corners as the bell sounds; thoughts racing at the speed of light, but each one of them have a tunnel-vision to one goal of being the first San Diego Bay Champion. It came down to this, this four-way race with the winner taking all the spoils. All of them were looking for the easiest-way-possible to get to the finish line, and become the incumbent champion, crushing their fellow man’s dreams, and ambitions in the process. Dick Morosi: Four men, four hungry competitors, four dangerous superstars set to do battle to become the first San Diego Bay Champion. Seth Ericson: First man to get the submission or the pinfall gets all the bragging rights. This makes for compelling action. Jerry Matthews looks up from a crouched position across the ring at Jones, to his right, Romero, and to his left, Johnny Blayze. All four of the cautious competitors step out from the turnbuckles, finally ready to do what they came to do. Matthews charges across the ring at Blake Jones, the latter dodging him with a quick side-step whilst extending his arm to catch a hold of one of the pastor’s protruding hands. The Philadelphian turns inward of his body, adroitly executing an Arm Drag Takedown that sends Jerry flying to the mat. He quickly drops a leg over Matthews’ captured arm, before pivoting his body around to Jerry’s legs in a Grecko-Roman style fashion with his body very low and his arms to his side, much like a bulldog’s. Upon darting over on his toes he bear hugs the preacher’s legs, then plants his foot firmly in the Alabama native’s side. Pivoting on his planted leg, Blake turns both of them over – the Sharpshooter was expertly applied. Matthews screams from the strain placed on his lower extremities, reaching out for anything that could preclude his submitting to the pain. He plants his hands firmly into the canvas in a push-up position, proceeding to lift his frame off the mat, albeit with a bitter groan of agony. Blake leans back, the searing pain in Matthews’ spine dropping him back down to the mat. Again, Jerry pushes up, peering underneath his chest to see Blake’s weight-bearing leg – and more importantly an escape route. The deranged preacher grabs the foot with one hand, causing him to roll onto his shoulder, actually increasing his own level of pain and discomfort. It’s a necessary evil, as Mathews drops the other hand, latching it onto Jones’ foot, attempting to take the leg out from under his adversary. He finds success as Blake falls forward and at Matthews’ legs, the Alabamian grabbing a hold of the closest leg before turning over onto his back. With the leg still in a grapevine he twists the Philadelphian’s foot inward in an ankle lock, a move not found in his usual repertoire but an astute counter nonetheless that forces Blake to release his leg and pull himself to the ropes. Dick Morosi: Great exchange between Matthews and Jones as they trade early submissions. Seth Ericson: Smart strategy to injure somebody. Then you let the vultures pick him apart before sneaking back in to steal the win. Dick Morosi: And we’ve seen that play out many times before Seth. Meanwhile, Blayze and Romero are embroiled in a slugfest, their punching-spree in the fashion of furious haymakers and Flair-esque chops that fly ever which way, the RIMAC audience wooing and cheering the legalized violence. Blayze whips the Boogeyman into the ropes, Romero rebounding off them and strafing the waiting Floridian, immediately grabbing his arm in a square dance like fashion before launching his adversary into the opposite ropes. Johnny hits them, then returns, immediately ducking a Big Boot attempt from Aiden as he rolls under the Kentuckian’s raised leg. Blayze quickly springs to his feet, cracking the turning Romero in the head with an Enziguiri. Aiden stumbles, before pivoting on his feet in a wave of disorientation, yet finds his bearings quickly enough to dive forward and land a violent Clothesline that whiplashes the quick superstar to the canvas. Blayze staggers back to his feet, Romero stepping into him with a powerful forearm to the face leaving the force of the blow reverberating throughout the RIMAC. Johnny’s knees buckle from the blow, as he teeters and wobbles on rubbered legs, Romero strikes whim with a second forearm, and finally a third. The glassy eyed Floridian appears to be in another galaxy, until he snaps back into reality. A split-second is all it takes for Johnny as glances at Romero, then whips his body and jumps, successfully nailing him with a Spinning Heel Kick that sends the Boogeyman to the canvas. Dick Morosi: Johnny Blayze with that lightning strike of a counter. He might be the quickest man in this match. Seth Ericson: Do you hear the ladies chirping behind us? This is the only time when being quick is acceptable. Trust me Dick. Blayze hypes himself up off the crowd energy, soaking in their cheers as those in attendance are on their feet. He finally refocuses on the situation at hand, crawling over and executing a lateral press on the fallen Romero for the first cover of the contest. “ONE”
“TWO”A pair of feet suddenly meets his head, a low dropkick from Blake Jones that breaks up the cover. Blayze rolls over onto the mat, his head dazed and dented by the recovered Jones’ attack. Matthews is in the corner, tending to his leg that might possibly be attenuated due to the submission tug-of-war he had earlier with Jones. Matthews marches toward Jones, quickly pouncing on his smaller foe as he rises to a seated position. He captures him by his head, wrapping an arm around his neck and underneath his chin, grasping his opposite arm placed on Blake’s shoulder for a tightly applied Chinlock. Jerry tightens the hold, Blake already showing signs of fatigue, beckoning Matthews to push his head to the side to add more torque to the maneuver. Jones coughs and pants, his eyes appearing to roll to the back of his head. He refuses to quit though, quickly taking a hand to grab the forearm that’s strangling him, before digging his fingers into said limb. Jerry grunts, forced to loosen his grip – this allowing Blake to move his head to the arm and sink his teeth into it. Matthews yelps in pain from Jones’ desperate measure, both men now standing as the psychotic preacher continues to hold the Chinlock. The Philadelphian rolls Jerry’s arm, escaping the Chinlock, then pivots lower, and turns to face him. Jerry looks to take back control as he drives his shoulder at his opponent’s waist, wrapping his arms around Blake’s midsection. He is unable to take him down, Jones commencing to rain fists across the larger mans back, forcing Matthews to unwrap his arms. A couple more punches land to the neck, followed by a stiff knee to the head that softens the preacher up. Blake quickly captures him by the head, and spins inward, bringing both men down supinely with a Spinning Neckbreaker. Dick Morosi: Business is beginning to pick up. This young kid from Daytona Beach could be well on his way to becoming the first San Diego Bay Champion. Seth Ericson: Yeah but can he keep this up? He’s exerted a lot of energy dealing with Matthews. He’s got two other guys to worry about. That’s what makes winning a Fatal Four Way so difficult. Seth’s words of wisdom ring true. Blake scurries back to his feet and rolls into the corner, looking to take a breather, but is unable to get one. Aiden Romero comes charging in with a raised leg, his massive boot cracking across the side of Jones’ head in a violent, harsh collision of foot and cranium. From there he props his dazed foe up in the corner, sitting him on the top rope, afterward ascending the corner himself. Meanwhile directly across the ring, Johnny Blaze has Jerry Matthews are in the same predicament. Romero and Johnny capture their foes heads in their armpits, and float their arms over their respective shoulders, the RIMAC buzzing with vociferous noise in anticipation. All four men are standing at the top of the corners, Aiden and Johnny gripping their adversaries’ tights for leverage. Upon balancing themselves, the Floridian and the Kentuckian recline backward off the turnbuckle, falling down to the canvas and dragging their captives along for the ride. The four superstars come pancaking to the canvas with a resounding thud, the ring trembling slightly in response to the massive mass of humanity that just plummeted into it. As a mishmash of chants begin in “Let’s Go…” and “This is Wrestling…” cloud the air into an unintelligible bunch of noise, all four competitors remain motionless, save for their breathing. Dick Morosi: This could be it. This could be the moment that wins the San Diego Bay Title for whoever manages to come to first. It’s gutcheck time Seth! Seth Ericson: So this is going to last until Monday morning? Got it, just as long as we still get paid. Dick Morosi: In all seriousness you might be right for once Seth. You’re on your feet, you’ve got three battered bodies around you. Whom do you pick off first? Seth Ericson: The first one you see. Blayze’s arm moves, the first to show real signs of consciousness from any of the four combatants in the ring. The Floridian sees Romero’s broken form lying close by, and begins the grueling crawl to him. Blake Jones has begun the process of getting off the canvas, slowly sliding his carcass under the bottom rope and pulling himself onto the apron. He takes a glace at Jerry Matthews who remains motionless, having sustained the most damage in the contest. Meanwhile, Blayze reaches Romero, quickly laying into him with a series of punches to keep him down. On his hands and knees, the Middle Weight climbs back to his feet, slowly dragging Aiden’s carcass slightly closer to the ropes. From there he takes a second to catch his breath, waving to the crowd to rile them up. With no more time to waste he makes his way to the corner, slowly climbing up to the top, each level of the corner ascended groggily. This gives Blake Jones the perfect opportunity to strike as the Philadelphian charges across the apron and knocks Johnny off the top rope, sending him crashing to the floor below with a thud. With Romero coming back to, Blake positions himself in the middle of the apron, holding tightly on the top rope, nearly jumping out of his skin with eagerness. When Aiden lifts his bag of bones to a vertical base Blake springs into action, literally; he leaps onto the ropes, catapulting himself into the air, and with extended knees he grabs Romero around the head. The Pennsylvanian falls to the canvas, dragging the Boogeyman off his feet and coercing his face into his knees – he nails the Jones Equation as Aiden bounces up after the impact and rolls to the side. Dick Morosi: Good God what a Facebreaker! He got all of that! Seth Ericson: The Jones Equation connects. Blake Jones is three second away from etching his name into history. Blake looks up at the ceiling, then at the man he just incapacitated, and finally musters the strength to crawl on top of him for the cover. “ONE”
“TWO”The count is suddenly broken up, the crowd groining in response to the impact of Jerry Matthews’ boot clashing against Blake’s temple. Jones’ body rolls off of Romero’s, the Pennsylvanian somehow staggering to his feet as his cranium pulsates from the trauma it just received. Eyes narrowed and full of cold malice, the deranged preacher watches the stupefied Jones retreat to the ropes, the Alabamian licking his chops like a predator admiring his wounded prey. With his hands clasped together in front of him, Matthews bows his head in a moment of silence and prayer. His eyes finally open, going wide before he finally is able to grab Blake by the arm and turn him face-to-face with him. The near three-hundred pound Baptist preacher applies a Front facelock, and drapes Blake’s arm over his shoulder, everyone in the arena knowing what follows is likely Jones’ demise. Seth Ericson: Here it comes Dick! He lifts him into the air in a Vertical Suplex position, before finally dropping him down with a violent Powerslam Pin, immediately hooking his legs for the cover. Dick Morosi: Savior’s Wrath… a wrath of biblical proportions! And this one is over! “ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE” Matthews ejects himself from his position and lands on the mat nearly lifelessly. Lying on the canvas in delirium, too weary to crack a smile at the moment, Jerry gathers his thoughts as they slowly come together, the ringing of the bell merely another bit of racket in the background of he hears muffled out by the boos currently exhibited by the EXODUS lifeblood. Dick Morosi: It's over! Jerry Matthews is the FIRST San Diego Bay Champion! Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" hits the PA, bringing some more reality to this moment for the victor. Before he knows it, Matthews sees the referee standing over him, San Diego Bay belt in one hand, the other outstetched as an offer to help him up. Matthews scolds the referee, climbing to his feet under his own power, snatching his newly won championship from the zebra clad official and hoisting it into the air. David Zinkus: Here is your winner, and the NEW SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPION... JERRY MATTHEWS!
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