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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 17:59:33 GMT -6
It's time for our second supercard/iPPV, Invincible! This is a big one, people, and I really liked our segment turnout for TV #7. Hopefully we can keep that up and have a knockout show this time around too! WE NEED JUDGES: I can't stress that enough. With Greg out as a staff member, Jon and I could really use someone to step in and pick up the judging roles. WE'D LIKE MATCH WRITERS: It's not required, but it kinda goes without saying that if each match was written by a different person, then each match gets the utmost attention it deserves or requires. But I'm not demanding you guys write a match.  Fiona Rourke vs. Magnus Gunner Writer: Jonathan Judges: Clint, Jonathan, Mina Dom Harter vs. Heather Halliwell vs. Ryuji Kamigawa Writer: Clint Judges: Clint, Jonathan, JB Ninth Gate vs. Lenton & Brooks vs. Park & Cannon vs. #HarmoniousRevolution Writer: Gunner Judges: Clint, Blake Jones TWO RPS PER TEAMJonathan Collins vs. Kliff Ulysses Writer: Clint Judges: Clint, Mina, JB Jerry Matthews vs. Aiden Romero vs. Blake Jones vs. Johnny Blayze Writer: Jonathan Judges: Clint, Jonathan, JB Jimmy Riley vs. Gouken Haroshi Writer: Jonathan Judges: Jonathan, Mina, Cannon Harakiri vs. The Dream Catcher vs. Erin Daniels Writer: Blake Jones Judges: Clint, Jonathan, Cannon Powerhouse vs. Anya Makarov Writer: Blake Jones Judges: Clint, Jonathan, Cannon Iconic Mayhem vs. Katherine Stryfe & Katherine Reynolds Writer: Blake Jones Judges: Clint, Jonathan, Cannon |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 17:39:16 GMT -6
FREEFORM REVIEWS FOR EVERYONE!
Again, as I said on Twitter, thanks to everyone who stepped up to cover my tracks this weekend. I came down with some serious funk/BS on Friday night that had me down from then until last night (and I still don't feel great today). So yeah. Thanks to Steve Cash, Blake Jones, and Magnus Gunner for picking those up.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 17:39:04 GMT -6
1. Iconic Mayhem vs. Katherine Reynolds & Katherine Stryfe
2. Anya Makarov vs. Powerhouse
3. The Dream Catcher vs. Erin Daniels vs. Harakiri
4. Jimmy Riley vs. Gouken Haroshi
5. San Diego Bay Title: Jerry Matthews vs. Aiden Romero vs. Blake Jones vs. Johnny Blayze
6. Jonathan Collins vs. Kliff Ulysses
7. Tag Team Titles, TLC: Ninth Gate vs. Steve Lenton & Justin Brooks vs. Abby Park & Johnny Cannon vs. Tiami Tyler-Johnson & Pat Gordon Jr.
8. International Title: Dom Harter vs. Heather Halliwell vs. Ryuji Kamigawa
9. EXODUS Pro Championship, Chairshot Survival: Fiona Rourke vs. Magnus Gunner
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:57:17 GMT -6
E-PRO returns live from the last break of the evening, “Something In The Way” erupts from the amplifiers, the strumming of guitar and the sound of Kurt Cobain’s voice reverberate through the RIMAC arena, sounding the entrance of the infamous Loaded Pistol.
Dick Morosi: And here comes Magnus Gunner Seth, and I’ve been dreading this moment of the show all night. This man, this man from LEGION, he might be getting what he wants in just a few short minutes.
Seth Ericson: And that’s the end of Fiona Rourke’s career. I’m not her biggest fan, but I’d hate to see her have to go. She just became the World Champion. She’s realized her dream. Just like that though the dream has become a nightmare.
Dick Morosi: What choice does she have Seth? This psycho has threatened the well-being of Jonathan Collins. Threatened to do what he did to Omar Wise. She doesn’t have any other option.
Seth Ericson: I don’t envy her position, that’s for sure.
Jeers and boos are mixed with the buzzing of whispers as Gunner marches down the ramp as usual. The damp, wavy black hair hangs over his face, while his steel chair hangs by his side, held tightly in his right hand. He slowly knees up onto the apron, taking a quick step to the outside turnbuckle to strike the LEGION crucifix pose, before stepping over the buckles and climbing into the ring. He is delivered a microphone from one of the ring attendants, and wastes no time in speaking as his music is cut off.
Magnus Gunner: For the benefit of those of you that have missed out on the festivities tonight, let me serve to remind you… let me get you up to speed. I am Magnus Gunner. I am the number one contender to the EXODUS World Championship. I will be the next man to hold that aforementioned trophy…. the next man to carry that distinction… that title. Tonight, Fiona Rourke is going to hand over what doesn’t belong to her, what she doesn’t deserve… as a consequence, and repercussion for her actions… and what are those actions? Simple. She’s lied to you all. She’s been carrying out the wishes of Jon Collins, the man that has lead you to believe he is a Saint… that he and his Fiona are heroes… that they’re noble. There is no honor, no nobility among frauds, and that’s what they are. Everything she’s said to you, they’re all lies. Only I know the truth. Only the LEGION knows the truth. And we’ve been telling the truth since day one.
Gunner paces back and forth a bit, the audience booing and jeering his every word. He places his chair in the nearest corner, rubbing a hand over his grizzled mug as he continues his sermon.
Magnus Gunner: And what is the truth? That we control the future… and the future of EXODUS… the future that we see… and that's a future with ME holding the EXODUS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP… with us holding all the power… with the masks of Fiona and Jonathan removed and their deceit, their lies, their true faces shown to you all. And right now, that image of the future will begin to manifest. I am the true Savior of the masses. I have to liberate you from her facade… by tearing down everything she’s built… pulling out the nails that hold up everything she’s known. Right now Fiona, it’s your time… you’ve been given my ultimatum, you’ve heard what I’ve had to say, you know the outcomes that await your decisions. You’ve had all night to deliberate, to contemplate… it’s enough. Come out here and face me… face these people, and show them who the REAL Fiona Rourke is!
Gunner outstretches an arm toward the entranceway, dropping his microphone as awaits the Seraph’s arrival.
Dick Morosi: The tension is palpable right now Seth. I’m sick to my stomach right now. Magnus, he’s a monster, in every sense of the word.
Seth Ericson: Yes but is he the monster Fiona Rourke is too afraid to face?
Fireflight’s “Unbreakable” hits the P.A. system, the masses of humanity packing the RIMAC arena roaring with cheers as the Strong Style Seraph steps out from behind the curtains. With the EXODUS World Championship draped over her shoulder she slowly makes her way down to the ring, her face a menagerie of disconsolation and despair. The arms of fans in the aisle touch up on her skin, Fiona usually one to slap those hands, ignores them, her mind in a million different places as she stares into the ring at the cause of her cheerlessness. The perpetrator was Magnus Gunner, the eloquent madman from LEGION who had given her a frightening ultimatum.
Fiona steps up the steel stairs and climbs into the ring, her music cutting off as she is handed a microphone. The audience immediately quiets down as the Seraph looks around the arena, before her vision is solely focused on her antagonist.
Fiona Rourke: Gunner, I don't know if you know my story. Not many people do. When I decided to get my start in the business, I came to California with absolutely nothing. I had the clothes on my back, a few clothes my father bought me, and I was homeless and without a dime to my name. It was then I met a girl named Spencer, my best friend and roommate to this day. She, my cousin, my roommate Piper, and Mandy Summers have stood by me and been my best friends through thick and thin. Through my trips to Japan, through my trips to Mexico, and everywhere in between. They stuck with me because they know that I had a goal to live this dream...and now I have.
Fiona sighs heavily, looking around as she rubs her tongue against the inside of her bottom lip. She breathes heavily, as if it's almost hard to say her words, yet she finds the strength to continue.
Fiona Rourke: You know, despite everything that I’ve been through in my life, in my career, I’ve always felt unbreakable, always felt invincible. Tonight, is the first night in my life that I’ve really felt vulnerable, felt helpless. I’ve listened to what you’ve said about me… in fact, I’ve been listening to you for almost a year now Magnus. It’s no secret our history, how far you and I go back, and honestly, it’s no stretch of the imagination that you’re my greatest opponent. And then I ask myself, why, why is Magnus Gunner such an important part of my story, and then I think, and think some more, and then I realize that you’ve changed me. The Seraph, the woman who doesn’t take anything from anybody, that’s who I am, and when I look at you, I’ve realized you’re the biggest reason why I’ve ascended to that status. Dealing with you, dealing with LEGION, I’m no longer the same person I was, I’m not the daughter my father raised, I’m not even the woman Jon knows at home. I think most of that has died in me. But I know where it lies though.
Fiona removes the championship from her shoulder, staring at it for a few seconds as the crowd buzzes from her statement.
Fiona Rourke: It’s in THIS title Gunner. It’s in THESE people. They’re the reason I do this. Every single time I come out here, every time I strap this championship around my waist, I feel it. I feel THEIR desire, THEIR determination, I feel THEIR emotions, THEIR hope, THEIR praise, THEIR love, THEIR support and THEIR will. Every time I share a ring with you, I realize what I’m not, and everything I’ve become. And you’re right Magnus, I’m not a hero. I’ve never said I was, and I’ve never tried to be. I’ve made mistakes in my life, and I’m still answering for things that I’ve done. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. All that I am is Fiona Rourke. I am what I believe in. I live by my rules, my doctrines, I do what I think is right. That’s what motivates me. These people, they motivate me. Tonight, when I came out to help out Heather, that was the right thing to do. So when I tell you that I’m NOT going to hand over THIS, the thing I’ve fought my entire life to have, the thing I hold and defend with pride and honor for THESE people, know it’s the right thing to do!
A faint smile comes across her face, only to vanish as quickly as it appeared. She gulps, slightly lowering her head as she thinks about the ramifications of her decision. Magnus shakes his head in disbelief, denied of the outcome he envisioned.
Fiona Rourke: And while I may not be a hero Magnus, I’m not a coward either. You and LEGION, I see your plans, you haven’t hidden them. You want to drive Jon and I out of EXODUS. That’s your dream, your desire, everything Daisuke has taught you, everything he’s telling you to do, it’s all to get rid of us. But we’re not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere. I’m the Seraph for a reason, Magnus. That’s not just a silly nickname I came up with, that’s the name these people call me. That’s the name I’ve earned, from never backing down from a fight. It's the name I earned when I stood toe to toe with Omar Wise and took everything he threw at me! It's the name I earned when I stopped running and started fighting! It’s the name I’ve earned by stepping up to every challenge, and never wilting under pressure or fleeing when the going gets tough. And it’s the name I’ll earn and the name you’ll fear when I retain THIS championship at Invincible, and show the entire world that I’m FIONA ROURKE and I’ll never SURRENDER!
Rourke suddenly drops the championship, charging forward at Gunner who is caught off guard, not yet ready for a physical altercation. She immediately tackles him to the canvas, and mounts him before unloading with shot after shot across his face. The Loaded Pistol struggles to cover up, Fiona landing a good amount of her punches across his lips and jaw as the RIMAC is a perfect pandemonium of noise. The Strong Style Seraph un-mounts her rival, leaving him sprawled as she turns to the crowd, playing up to them, feeding off of their cheers and support.
With Gunner down Fiona takes a glance at the donation that sits in the center of the ring, being it her rival’s namesake. Rourke’s eyes are a mixture of apathy and interest, as she pans over the steel chair and then the face of the slowly recovering Gunner. His brow furrowed, his teeth gritted and bared, the maniacal Michigander climbs to a knee, kneeling as he watches the Strong Style Seraph acquaint herself with his weapon. Fiona brandishes the chair, a charge of power surging through her body as she weilds the instrument of destruction, a feeling she’d never really felt before in her life. The roles had shifted for the two foes – not it was Fiona who had all the leverage. Fiona had all the power. She was the one holding a steel chair, with the power to punish Gunner for his transgressions, and to exact revenge and retribution for the infamous chairshot that concussed her a few months back. The aggression on Fiona’s face brings a smile to Gunner’s, as the Loaded Pistol raises his hand tower her, waving it, as if trying to convince the EXODUS Champion to capitalize on her situation. The chair remains eye-level to the Seraph’s tight grip, Rourke visibly confused with Gunner’s disposition, and conflicted within herself with the decision of striking him or not.
Dick Morosi: He’s begging for it? Am I really seeing this? Magnus wants her to hit him with the chair Seth!
Seth Ericson: He’s either a masochist or he has a plan up his sleeve. Could be both. Regardless, if you’re Fiona, you’ve gotta blast him. This your best chance to weaken him, your best chance to get revenge.
Gunner groans as Fiona’s stalling begins to frustrate him. Rourke’s arm begins to tremble, the hesitation eating away at her as she glances out at the crowd, half the patrons buzzing and cheering for her to wail on him, the other half silent with anticipation. Magnus continues to wave, his face now maddened and frenzied as he continues to plead and beg. She takes another glace, and finally cocks the chair back, Gunner not even wincing or closing his eyes as he happily welcomes what comes next. For Rourke, she hadn’t been on the other side of this, but she had played this out in her mind millions of times, and she knew at this moment, that this is what she wanted to do.
*CRACK*
The chair plummets from it’s apex over the Seraph, and cuts through the electricity in the air to careen across the Michigander’s shoulder blade, whilst catching some of head with a resounding, audible ruckus that reverberates through the RIMAC. The spectators erupt, showing no sympathy for the man on the receiving end of the sick chairshot, but in response to his attacker. Magnus finally cringes from the sensation of pain filling his nerves, turning his head the other way while a twisted smirk remains etched on his face. He slowly looks back at Fiona, begging her for another, the EXODUS World Champion merely glaring at him in return. Gunner maintains his grin, again, and again waving for a second shot as the chair loosely hangs over Rourke’s shoulder. Raising the chair again, she lets out a fiendish war-cry, much to the delight of her deranged victim.
*CRACK*
Fiona beans him for a second consecutive time, the steel clashing against his left arm, leaving Gunner wilting as he drops his head to the canvas. Magnus springs back up with a groan and grimace, still kneeling. Fiona shakes her head in confusion and disbelief, stunned by the Michigander’s resiliency, Gunner groggily rising to his feet, still grinning. Appearing to have snapped, she quickly lunges forward with the chair, maliciously driving it into his solarplexus and forcing him to double over. She quickly raises the chair overhead, before swinging it down and bending it over his lower back. Gunner arches in pain as the steel impacts his flesh once more, the force dropping him back down to a knee. With adrenaline pumping in her veins, Fiona drives the chair into his lower back, dropping him to the canvas before unloading on his unprotected body. At this point, her boyfriend and EXODUS Pro Director Jonathan Collins has come down to the ring to pull her from Gunner and hold her back from doing much more.
*CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK*
Unable to withstand the punishment any longer and forced to submit to the overwhelming sensation, Magnus finally retreats, receiving a few more shots for good measure as he rolls out of the ring. Fiona tosses the dented chair onto the canvas, beginning to pace back and fourth in the ring as the crowd continues to cheer her own. At this point, she is screaming, practically roaring and daring Gunner to come back and fight her.
Dick Morosi: Fiona seems to have lost it, Seth. All that pent up rage and hatred for Magnus Gunner, it was all on display just now. It was in every single chairshot.
Seth Ericson: Hate is like a drug, Dick, and the Strong Style Seraph looks like she’s hooked on it now.
LEGION’s madman slowly backtracks up the ramp, tending to whatever limb Fiona hit the hardest with the chair, yet continuing to smile. At the top of the ramp now, Gunner takes a deep breath, flexing his shoulders, before outstretching his arms in the crucifix pose – albeit it gingerly. In the ring Fiona leans over the ropes, staring down the aisle at him, her face a mixture of rage and bewilderment. Cheers and jeers continue to fill the RIMAC as those in attendance continue to look on, the EXODUS copyright information flashing at the bottom of the feed as E- PRO TV #7 finally comes to an end.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:54:53 GMT -6
MAIN EVENT
Tag Team Match
Kameron Chase & Kliff Ulysses vs. Johnny Cannon & Abby Park
The lights in the arena dim as "The Grudge" by Tool starts to play. The crowd boos as the crimson lights flash around the arena, signaling the arrival of members of LEGION. Kliff Ulysses leads the charge with Kameron Chase not far behind him. The two begin their march down to the ring, Ulysses looking rather smug the entire time as he and Chase enter the ring. Quickly climbing turnbuckles, each man delivers the LEGION crucifix pose before hopping down and removing their entrance gear, waiting for their next opponents.
David Zinkus: Arriving in the ring, representing LEGION...at a total combined weight of 432 pounds...the team of KLIFF ULYSSES...AND KAMERON CHASE!
The arena is suddenly greeted by the sounds of “Brainstorm” by Arctic Monkeys which plays loudly through the sound system, signaling the emergence of Johnny Cannon...but nothing.
"Brian, top marks for not tryin'
So kind of you to bless us
With your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted."
Dick Morosi: Where is Johnny Cannon?
Seth Ericson: Better question...where's Abby Park?
Ulysses and Chase look towards the entrance and start screaming for them to make their way down to the ring, but they haven't noticed that the two of them have slid into the ring after coming in from through the crowd! Referee D'Artis Johnson notices and calls for the bell, and as the lights come back up, Ulysses and Chase turn around into fists and forearms from their opponents! This is already a brawl, and the two former rivals are standing tall! The referee is trying to restore some order, but it's not happening, with Cannon paired off against Ulysses, having him backed into a corner, Park doing the same against Chase.
Dick Morosi: Park and Cannon are looking like a well oiled machine!
Seth Ericson: This won't last long!
As Seth says that, Daisuke Iwakuma makes his way down the ramp, sliding in and yanking Abby by the hair away from Kameron. Johnson calls for the bell as he whips her right into Cannon, causing him to turn and check up on her. Ignoring Kliff, Ulysses sneak attacks Johnny, kicking him in the ribs. The LEGION trio begins their numbers game attack on Cannon and Park before the crowd starts to cheer again with the arrival of....JONATHAN COLLINS! Collins slides in and immediately spears down Iwakuma, laying into him with fists! Ulysses turns and starts to go after Collins, the two of them trading blows while Cannon and Park begin to go after Chase and Daisuke again. With a huge kick, Cannon sends Daisuke outside! A Gourd-Head sends Chase outside! Collins finally gets the upper hand on Kliff, and as he backs up and goes for ZERO Hour, Kliff scampers out to join his LEGION brothers, leading Cannon, Park, and Collins to stand tall in the ring! He shakes hands with the tag team he put together as "Grounds for Divorce" starts to play, the crowd cheering!
Dick Morosi: Things just got exceptionally interesting here tonight!
Seth Ericson: I hope Ulysses finally gives Collins what's well overdue to him! It's time it happens!
WINNER (via Disqualification): Johnny Cannon & Abby Park
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:54:24 GMT -6
The shot is that of Jimmy Riley, holding his neck as a result of the earlier attack. He's already showered and ready to leave, but several other engagements, namely the forthcoming Rourke & Gunner confrontation, keep him backstage. Around the corner comes Jonathan Collins, though, fresh out of the ring where he helped save Johnny Cannon and Abby Park from a LEGION attack.
Jonathan Collins: Good win! Listen...I want to get you in the San Diego Bay Title match. I've got one spot open, you're open that night-
Jimmy just puts his hand up, stopping Jon in his tracks.
Jimmy Riley: Jon, I can't. Not after what happened earlier tonight. I appreciate the opportunity, but-
This time it's Jon cutting Riley off, a demonstration of the almost psychic bond the two friends share.
Jonathan Collins: Understood. You want Gouken Haroshi at Invincible? You got it. Knock 'em dead, Jimmy.
The two pull in for a "bro hug" before Jon heads off down the hallway, and Jimmy takes off the other direction.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:52:26 GMT -6
Tag Team Match
Justin Brooks and "The Big L" Steve Lenton vs "The Perfect Evil" Daisuke Iwakuma and Gouken Haroshi
David Zinkus: Our next contest is a tag team bout scheduled for one fall!
"Napalm" by Xzibit plays on cue, bringing the RIMAC fans off their feet! Emerging from the dark curtain is none other than "The Big L" himself, Steve Lenton! Poised for success as usual, Lenton connected with several fans in the crowd as he walked to the ring with a confident stride, and matching smile.
David Zinkus: Introducing team number one! First, from Hampton, Virginia... Standing six feet, five inches tall, and weighing in tonight at two-hundred, and fifty pounds..."THE BIG L!" STEVE... LENTON!
Timing his entrance perfectly, Lenton scaled the corner facing the TV hard camera. With the spotlight literally beaming upon Lenton, "The Big L" could only take in the incredible reaction -- which seemed to get louder and louder with every passing moment. Finally, Lenton climbs down and approaches his corner as the RIMAC lights return. After a split moment of silence, "Power" by Kanye West would flow from the sound system. Amidst a mixed reaction from the EXODUS fans, Justin Brooks made his arrival -- only taking a brief moment to soak up the mixed (though mostly positive) ovation.
David Zinkus: ...And his tag team partner... from Atlanta. Georgia... Standing six feet, four inches tall, and weighing two-hundred, and sixty-seven pounds... "BIG... BAD..." JUSTIN... BROOKS!
Taking the good with the bad, Brooks marches to the ring with a purpose. After sliding into the ring, Brooks made eye-contact with Lenton to make sure they were both on the same page. With a charming smirk, Lenton nodded...
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton and Justin Brooks understand each other perfectly! They know exactly what they're up against!
Seth Ericson: Yes, but you NEVER know what you're getting when it comes to LEGION!
On cue, the RIMAC lights plunge into darkness. The familiar sounds of "The Grudge" by Tool fill the arena. Combined with an eerie red glow coming from the ramp, a grim, desperate atmosphere overcame the RIMAC arena, bringing forth the arrival of the band collectively known as LEGION. With Audrey Lloris and Kanna to their side, the hooded figure Gouken Haroshi and "The Perfect Evil" Daisuke Iwakuma stepped out from behind the curtain, garnering a loud chorus of boos!
David Zinkus: And introducing their opponents! Accompanied to the ring by Audrey Lloris and Kanna...
Seth Ericson: ...I think David forgot someone...
Dick Morosi: Wait, you're right... Who is that?
As LEGION begin their walk to the ring, a fifth member of their entourage is revealed walking behind them. Wearing a unique black mask with the top exposed, the figure's greasy hair draped over the left side of his mask.
David Zinkus: ...At a total combined weight of five-hundred, and thirteen pounds... Representing LEGION...GOUKEN.. HAROSHI! And... DAISUKE.. IWAKUMA!
While paying the EXODUS fans no mind, LEGION finally approach the ring, where both Audrey and Kanna hold the ropes open for their respective man. Iwakuma and Gouken garner an even louder ovation of boos upon entering. With Kanna and Audrey still holding the ropes upon, Iwakuma beckoned to the masked figure outside to enter. Appearing to be in amazing physical shape, the man climbed into the EXODUS ring with a cheerful -- almost scary smile disposition on his face. Iwakuma immediately embraces the masked man, with the two exchanging inaudible words.
Dick Morosi: Like you said, you never know what to expect when you're dealing with LEGION!
Both teams stared off as LEGION's theme music faded into the vocal RIMAC crowd who wildly cheered the EXODUS team on. With some last minute words exchanged from the LEGION camp, the bell sounded to signal the start of our contest!
Dick Morosi: And we're under way! It's EXODUS vs. LEGION! But who's going to start things off?
That question was answered immediately, as "Big Bad Brooks" himself called out the giant 6'7" assassin, Gouken Haroshi! With a pleased smile, Iwakuma nodded and slapped Gouken across the back for motivation. Brooks attempted to assert a slow pace by circling... Gouken would have one of it however, and threw a lightning fast knee to Brooks' body to double him over. Gouken followed with a measured haymaker punch -- catching Brooks across the temple!
Dick Morosi: SNAPPING right hand from Gouken Haroshi! Such fearsome power!
Seth Ericson: Justin might already be staggered!
After quickly regrouping, Brooks fires back with a fiery right-hand to the body, followed by a left! With the fans rallying behind him, Justin tries his luck a third time -- only to eat another knee for his troubles! After sending Brooks rebounding off the ropes, Gouken found his swinging blow telegraphed as Justin ducks under! Turning around, there was nothing he could do to avoid all 267lbs of Justin Brooks, who collides into the big man with a meaty Flying Clothesline!
Seth Ericson: That's not quite enough, Justin!
Seeing Gouken wobbling, Brooks races off the ropes once more. Leaping again with the flying clothesline, Brooks found himself unable to block Gouken's return fire as he ate a hard kick to the upper body! The sound of shin-meeting-lungs causes the RIMAC fans to groan audibly!
Dick Morosi: Hard shot by Gouken! Those kicks are just devastating!
Seth Ericson: I don't know what he was thinking, honestly! It's far too early to be taking those sorts of risks!
Gouken wastes no time dragging a nearly breathless Justin Brooks to his feet before tagging in "The Perfect Evil." Antagonizing Brooks, Iwakuma greets his opponent with a hard slap across the face! The jarring shot lit a fire under Brooks, as he tries to fight back with more body blows -- only to be worked over in the corner by Iwakuma and Gouken on the outside.
Dick Morosi: C'mon! Let's get them out of the corner!
As if he needed to be told, Referee Dan Arnouil calls for a break, prompting Iwakuma to drag Brooks towards the center of the ring... However, Brooks ends up powering Iwakuma into his corner, where he makes the tag out to "The Big L"!
Dick Morosi: In comes Lenton! Revenge is on "The Big L's" mind!
Indeed, Lenton climbs into the ring itching for a fight -- and Iwakuma was willing to oblige! Together, both men unload on the other with rights and lefts. The added size and strength gives Lenton the advantage, as the blows to Iwakuma's head begin to take their toll. The flurry ends with a violent rolling lariat from Lenton, sending Iwakuma plummeting to the canvas amidst a loud pop! Literally begging for more, Lenton beckons Iwakuma to his feet. "The Perfect Evil" however had other plans, and rolls to the outside for a breather. He is met by Audrey, Kanna, and the masked man. The camera picks up Iwakuma and the masked man briefly conversing in fluent Japanese.
Seth Ericson: This might be racist of me to say... But I do believe they're speaking Japanese.
Dick Morosi: That is in fact Japanese! Perhaps that is a clue to this man's identity?
After dismissing his consultation, Iwakuma slides back in and anticipates Lenton's eager attack with a simple ankle-pick to take Lenton off his feet. There, Iwakuma spun his body around Lenton's right leg to wrench it with the Spinning Toe hold! Iwakuma added his own flare to the classic hold by stomping Lenton across the stomach after every rotation. After finally dragging Lenton to their corner, Iwakuma tags out to Gouken, who immediately takes over for Iwakuma by grabbing hold of Lenton's leg. After hoisting Lenton by his leg, Gouken steps over and applies a sickeningly high-angle single-leg boston crab! The excruciating hold is only momentarily however, as Lenton realizes his fortunate ring positioning and grabs the bottom rope for the break.
Dick Morosi: What a simple, yet terrifying take on the half boston crab! He was going to rip Lenton's leg clean off!
Upon pulling Lenton up, Gouken fires off another brutal martial arts kick to the body! The shot adequately softens Lenton up for Gouken to scoop him over his shoulder, and drive him into the canvas with a Running Powerslam! Gouken covers, only for Lenton to power out at two -- to the cheers of the fans!
Seth Ericson: Listen to these people! This might be what this panhandler needs!
Panhandling or not, Lenton was clearly feeding off the energy of the crowd. As Gouken brings Lenton to his feet, "The Big L" fights back with more fiery chops! After two more, Gouken found himself backed against the ropes. There, Lenton unleashes a violent burst of speed and strength by clotheslining the 6'7" Haroshi OVER the top rope! Wasting no time, Lenton follows the big man to the floor. However, before he could capitalize, Gouken's sister Kanna begins distracting Lenton. Initially ignoring her advances, Lenton finally succumbed to the ploy after a second -- more forceful SHOVE from Kanna. Obviously annoyed, Lenton slowly begins staring Kanna down.
Seth Ericson: Barbed wire bat or not, Kanna better know what she's doing!
Dick Morosi: She's certainly pushing the nerve of Steve Lenton!
After luring Lenton away however, Kanna gleefully watched as Gouken struck with a clubbing blow to the back of Lenton's neck! The force of the shot sent Lenton crashing into the steel ring post to deal severe damage! Distracted by Audrey and the masked figure, Dan Arnouil was unable to see the added assault of Daisuke Iwakuma, who drops Lenton throat-first across the guard rail! Earning the jeers and disgust of the crowd, Iwakuma gleefully threw Lenton back into the awaiting arms of Gouken in the ring, who caught him with a powerful Rolling Wheel Kick! Gouken covered, but only get even a one count as Brooks comes in and breaks the fall with a swift stomp! He tries to do more, but is quickly admonished by the referee! Caught in the moment, Brooks finds himself having to restrain himself... All while Iwakuma and Gouken pummel Lenton with stomps and elbows to the jeers of the audience!
Dick Morosi: Oh, c'mon Dan! Turn around and do something about this!
Seth Ericson: Justin's going to have to get out of the ring! He's only making things worse at this point!
Because they can, Iwakuma and Gouken switch places without tagging -- with Iwakuma dealing more damage with a DDT. After a failed cover, Iwakuma pulls Lenton groggily to his feet amidst audible "LET'S GO LENTON!" chants. Iwakuma himself fed off the crowds energy, believing their rallying cries could do nothing to help Lenton. Iwakuma would be a bit off base however, as after coming off the ropes, he found himself nearly decapitated by a VIOLENT Japanese style lariat from "The Big L!" With the RIMAC crowd on their feet, both Lenton and Iwakuma lay motionless as Dan Arnouil begins to administer a ten-count. At four, the two men begin to stir and crawl towards their respective corners... Iwakuma manages to tag out to Gouken -- just in time for Lenton to tag out to Justin Brooks!
Dick Morosi: The Game Changer makes the difference! Lenton makes the tag! Here comes Brooks!
Seth Ericson: Listen to the people, Dick! They're not so divided anymore!
Brooks comes in as a house of fire; catching Gouken with a hard knee to the body, followed with an equally thudding European Uppercut! After another, Brooks lifts the big man up, before dropping him onto the canvas with the Belly-to-Back! As Gouken scrambles to his feet, Brooks uses his momentum to race off the ropes and nearly tear Gouken in two with his trademark Spear!
Dick Morosi: Big Spear from "The Big Bad!" This is what the EXODUS team needs!
Brooks follow with the cover -- only for Daisuke Iwakuma to break it up and dragging Gouken to the corner and forcibly tagging himself in! Iwakuma stays on top of Brooks with hard Yakuza kicks to the side of Brooks face! Upon aiming for a third kick however, Iwakuma found himself caught in Brooks' clutches, who delivered the Spinebuster with impeccable strength and precision! Brooks covers once more -- this time with Lenton coming in and cutting Gouken off! Even then however, Iwakuma kicks out after two.
Dick Morosi: Brooks has Iwakuma reeling! He might be ready to finish this!
Indeed, Brooks lifted Iwakuma over his shoulders; the crowd erupts in a burst of cheers as they sense the Hook and Ladder coming! Fiendishly, Iwakuma escapes with a sudden rake of the eyes. After dropping behind however, Iwakuma gets caught with a back elbow from Brooks to stun him! Taking advantage, Brooks races into the ropes -- only to be tripped by the masked man on the outside! Feigning ignorance of not knowing English, the man disregards the official's warning. This brought Gouken back in, who drops his large frame across Brooks with a senton! From there, Gouken pulls Justin up to his feet. With Iwakuma, the two send Brooks into the ropes -- who suddenly explodes in a burst of strength; knocking Iwakuma down with the shoulder tackle, while merely stumbling Gouken! This brings in Lenton, who aids Brooks in lifting Gouken up for the Double Team Vertical Suplex! Iwakuma tries to make the save -- but is too late. He walks straight into Steve Lenton's own take on the Spear, the BLITZ!!!
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton and Justin Brooks are on a roll here, Dick! And I don't easily say positive things about these two!
Lenton pulls Iwakuma up and sends him stumbling into Brooks awaiting clutches, who lifted him over his shoulders once again... But again, the masked figure interjects, and climbs onto the apron! The distraction appears to backfire however, as Lenton strikes with a Jumping High Kick to the face; knocking the masked man off the apron! As Lenton follows however, he's ambushed by the waiting Gouken Haroshi! In the ring however, Iwakuma again escapes Brooks' Hook and Ladder attempt. After sliding down Brooks back, Iwakuma strikes with a leaping Enzuigiri to the back of Brooks skull! With Brooks stunned, Iwakuma tries to set him up for Dead Space. However, as he tries to lift Brooks across his shoulder, Justin fights back with vigorous elbows before sliding down -- and lifting Iwakuma over his shoulder and CONNECTING with his third Hook and Ladder attempt to pick up the three count!
Dick Morosi: What POWER from Brooks! Just like that, and the match is over!
WINNERS: Justin Brooks and "The Big L" Steve Lenton
The RIMAC fans come unglued for the big EXODUS victory! Justin is quick to celebrate -- but it's short lived as Gouken Haroshi attacks from behind; locking in the Jaws of Death!
Dick Morosi: This is ridiculous! The match is over!
With the vociferous boos of the crowd, Gouken swings Brooks from side-to-side, draining him of life with every thrash. Finally however, "The Big L" comes back in to make the save by clobbering Gouken in the back of the head with the GAME CHANGER! With the big man stunned, Lenton signals for the 3:00! As he races into the ropes however, he's tripped up by the masked man, who immediately jumps onto the apron and starts shouting indecipherable Japanese; throwing Lenton off. The distraction allows the recovered Daisuke Iwakuma to sneak up on Lenton from behind and connect with the Dead Space! The crowd naturally responds with boos.
Dick Morosi: This is just typical of LEGION!
Seth Ericson: --And I don't think they're done!
Iwakuma revels in his work as he watches Gouken continue where he left off on Lenton. Feeling satisfied, Iwakuma signals to Kanna to reign in her brother. Down and out himself, Justin Brooks tries to save Lenton -- only to receive a hard kick to the body by the masked figure, followed by an even harder Axe Kick from Iwakuma! Despite losing, LEGION pose victoriously over Brooks and Lenton.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:46:49 GMT -6
Non-Title Match
Fiona Rourke (EXODUS Pro Heavyweight Champion) vs. 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: Jerry Matthews is not going to win any fans tonight with his opponent being Fiona Rourke.
Seth Ericson: It doesn't hurt that he's a very polarizing character!
The lights in the arena dim as the back of the entrance portion starts to light up with bright white light. Up on the video screen, the familiar silhouette in her hooded cloak appears as the opening chords of "Unbreakable" by Fireflight start to play! Suddenly, standing on stage through the smoke and lights stands "The Strong Style Seraph" Fiona Rourke!
Where are the people that accuse me?
The ones who beat me down and bruise me?
They hide just out of light
Can't face me in the light
They'll return, but I'll be stronger
Flipping her head back, the hood of the cloak flips down, and she starts making her way down the ramp and aisle to the ring!
God I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I wanna go there
This time I'm not scared
David Zinkus: And now introducing your EXODUS Pro Heavyweight Champion! From Portlandia! She weighs in at 135 pounds of kinetic energy....THE STRONG STYLE SERAPH, FIONA ROURKE!
Fiona immediately makes her way around the ringside area, reaching for all the fans who want a slap of the hand. Stopping by a younger fan, she immediately takes off a glow necklace around her neck and hands it to the fan before sliding in.
Now I am unbreakable
It's unmistakeable
No one can touch me
No one can stop me
Immediately climbing to a turnbuckle, she raises one finger to the sky and smiles, nodding as she starts removing her cloak, all before hopping off the turnbuckle and ducking under a running clothesline from Matthews, who has attempted to attack before the bell rings! She bounces off the ropes and comes back, already looking for a quick Shinigami, but Matthews sidesteps, leading her to stop and hit the ropes again, coming back this time with a dropkick that sends Matthews flying over the ropes and outside! Deacon Jeremiah is already by Matthews to check up on him, the two of them not noticing Fiona having run to the opposite side of the ring and leaping over with a no hands corkscrew plancha!
Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke is on a mission tonight! She's looking to prove to Magnus Gunner he can't take her down!
Fiona looks right at Deacon Jeremiah, all before she gets Matthews to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. She leaps up and springboards to the top rope before leaping in with a huge shooting star press before hooking the leg for a cover, not even getting a one before Matthews kicks out. Nodding, she gets him back to his feet, whipping him to a corner. She goes in, going for a handspring back elbow, but as she flings herself back, Matthews charges out, hitting her with a huge lariat to the back of her head! Fiona is down and Matthews takes in the boos as he makes the sign of the cross, thanking Jesus for allowing him a chance to break her offense. Grabbing Fiona, he lifts her over his head, dropping her flat down with a military press, bringing her right down on her ribs!
Dick Morosi: That has to hurt!
Seth Ericson: Thou shalt not piss off Jerry Matthews!
Dick Morosi: Maybe so, but let's not forget that Fiona has had the ability to take out bigger men before.
Fiona gets to her knees as Matthews picks her up and whips her forcefully into the corner as she hits with a thud. Backing up, he charges in with a huge body splash, leading to some huge applause from Deacon Jeremiah as he watches with intent. Before Rourke can collapse to the mat, he grabs her and forcibly throws her back into the corner again, stepping back and coming in with a vicious clothesline. As she hits the ground, sitting in the corner, he backs up and runs back in with a vicious knee to her face. As referee Katie Hanneman admonishes him for his actions to back off, he argues with her, leading Deacon Jeremiah to come over to the corner and wrap his arms around her, choking the life out of the World Champion. When Matthews thinks he's done enough, he stops the conversation with Hanneman, with Jeremiah stopping his actions. Picking up Fiona from the corner, he wraps his arms around her in a huge bear hug, leading her to scream.
Seth Ericson: Think it's safe to say he's squeezing the sin out of Fiona Rourke?
Dick Morosi: I think it's safer to say he's laying the pain on thick.
Fiona is in agony as she tries to reach for ropes, but Matthews' size and strength are playing into the advantage. Quickly, Fiona tries to start elbowing him in the head to get him to break the hold. When he does, she bounces off the ropes to charge back at him, but he immediately picks her back up and drops her with the Hammer of God! Matthews is convinced that's going to put her away and he hooks the leg...
ONE...
TWOOOOO....
NO!
Matthews looks outraged and begins screaming at Hanneman, yelling at her like she committed some sort of crime in front of him, and she argues back, pointing out she's the referee! He looks irate, and he instantly goes back to pick up Fiona again, dropping her one more time with a sitout powerbomb! He keeps himself in position for a pin again...
ONE....
TWO....
TH-KICKOUT!
He looks enraged! Matthews is angry and as he goes to pick up Fiona, he's greeted with an elbow to the face!
Dick Morosi: CLEAR EYES!
Fiona waits as Jerry tries to attack again, meeting him with a palm strike to the chest!
Dick Morosi: FULL HEART!
Jerry is reeling, and Fiona leaps up, hitting a huge dropkick that sends her flipping back and landing onto her feet!
Dick Morosi: CAN'T LOSE! Fiona just landed that incredible combination on Jerry Matthews, and you can tell she's hitting that zone she gets in!
Seth Ericson: But she still has Deacon Jeremiah on the outside to look out for!
She starts looking at Jerry, sizing him up as she prepares for a Shinigami, but as she tries to take a step forward, Jeremiah grabs her ankle, forcing her to hit the mat face first. He backs up quickly, feigning innocence as Jerry comes to her, looking down before looking upward and starting to pray. It's like he's administering Last Rites to the Champ before he grabs her, picking her up and grabbing her, dropping her with another Hammer of God! He stands up and looks at her with nothing but malice, nodding that it's time to put this to an end. He grabs her and starts to hoist her onto his shoulder for his Holy Vendetta running powerslam...but as he starts to make the run, she slides off his shoulders behind her, pushing him towards a corner! He stumbles out and she comes bursting toward him with a huge leg lariat! She slams her hand onto the mat as she looks to make her move, but Deacon Jeremiah comes to the apron and grabs her! Jerry sees it and goes to make contact to nail her with a clothesline, but Jeremiah goes flying off the apron as she ducks! He can't believe the mistake he made, and Fiona springboards to the rope...SHINIGAMI! Fiona nails that gamengiri and she hooks the leg...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
"Unbreakable" begins to play again as the bell sounds, Hanneman going to get Fiona's title as she takes it, handing it to the champ. Hoisting it above her head, she nods as she gets to her feet, looking at Jerry and Jeremiah laid out after their attempt to cheat her from a win. Giving them the sign of the Cross before getting out of the ring, she pumps her fist again as she holds the belt high!
Dick Morosi: Give Jerry Matthews credit. He was vicious and he was very game tonight, but he couldn't overcome Fiona Rourke!
Seth Ericson: Hopefully Magnus Gunner can put an end to her in two weeks!
WINNER: Fiona Rourke
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:41:28 GMT -6
Meanwhile, in the office of Jonathan Collins, the Director and his boss sit, both watching the show on a monitor. There's a knock at the door, and Jon hops up from his seat.
Jonathan Collins: That's him, Rufus.
Rufus looks up from his iPad, raising an eyebrow.
Rufus Frost: That's...uh...who?
Jonathan Collins: The guy I told you about! Our new road agent, to replace Jimmy.
Rufus nods, placing the iPad on the desk and standing himself.
Rufus Frost: Ah, yes, right.
Jon comes around to the door, opening it up, revealing a man wearing a red dress shirt, black tie, and black slacks, almost making up for the lack of professional attire by Jon this evening. His slender build seems to hide his past as much as his clothing. He does, however, move quickly to his new boss, offering a hand to Rufus Frost.
Darrin Stearns: Mr. Frost, I'm Darrin Stearns.
Rufus looks the man up and down briefly before accepting the handshake.
Rufus Frost: ...I've heard the name before, never had the face to go with it. Let's see...HWF, correct? With Jon here?
Jonathan Collins: That's right; former tag champion, former hardcore champion...
Darrin Stearns: I try to keep the past where it belongs. My focus now is helping people wherever I'm at...and Jon here tells me you've got an opening.
Rufus nods, then gestures to the other seat in the room as he and Jon move back to their seats. The three sit down, as Rufus begins speaking.
Rufus Frost: Yes. Road agent; you know how that goes, helping talent, organizing everything during the show. Things are a little off tonight, we've got one of the referees doing it with our former road agent...well, active now.
Darrin nods.
Darrin Stearns: Certainly sounds right up my alley.
Rufus Frost: I'm sure Jon told you about the key rule around here; no attacking talent. That rule is plain as day, and it's only been lifted for Jon in special circumstances. As long as you understand that, Mr. Stearns...
Rufus is now the one who offers a handshake.
Rufus Frost: Then we're in business.
Darrin looks at the hand, then at Jon, before taking the handshake.
Darrin Stearns: Mr. Frost, I'm not here to get into anyone's business other than ours.
The two men nod in agreement, as the monitor in the room changes. All three turn to look at it as...
The cameras cut backstage where we find Magnus Gunner sitting in the corner of his lockeroom. The lights are out, the only illumination coming from a static television as it casts an eerie outline of the Loaded Pistol, the eloquent madman leaning up against the wall with one knee bent, his trusty steel chair held at his side and pointing outward at the world. The infamous Michigander is clad in a Screaming Trees T-shirt, cloaked over his other in-ring accouterments.
Magnus Gunner: You’ve all seen it coming, and have been forewarned, equipped with the knowledge in the form of bombs which I have dropped on your heads and consequently exploded them. You’ve all seen it, tonight, just now, at March of War, two weeks ago, or maybe on your downloaded or pirated copies of the show… NEVERTHELESS... You’ve all seen it, yet somehow I’m STILL painted and depicted as the villain… you people STILL see me as THE bad guy. You’re all DEAD wrong. Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said, it was based on the wholehearted truth… it was the right thing to do… not only for ME… but for this company.
Gunner stares coldly into the camera, his fists now balled up and resting at his side, his visage trembling slightly with a rage, the magnitude of which not seen yet in EXODUS but well documented throughout his career.
Magnus Gunner: When I placed Omar’s ankle between THIS chair, and smashed it with my boot, not only injuring him, ending his career and destroying his elaborate facade… I was showing him mercy… performing a euthanasia! I was removing the part of him that you people began to see in him… that he began to see in himself. The Assault Breacher Vehicle, he’d become a sharp contrast to himself… to the man that dominated the Winter Road… and therefore lost his edge. I merely put him out of his misery to save him the lifetime of shame that he’d have to endure… the pain he’d be afflicted with every single time he’d look in a mirror and not be able to recognize his reflection. THAT WAS AN ACT OF MERCY… just like tonight with Heather… when I drove this chair into her cranium, when I felt her skull impinge on the unforgiving steel… MY PEACEMAKER… it was a display of clemency… she suffers from a disease… an incurable illness… a sickness that makes her delusional, and misguided, where she cannot rationalize anything, or determine the truth. And I see that it hurts her. I recognize her pain… all too well. I WAS GOING TO END HER SUFFERING! And I would have… had it not been for FIONA!
The Loaded Pistol runs his hands through his hair, shivering slightly as he gathers his words.
Magnus Gunner: TELL ME… is she a HERO? Hell NO! I’ve seen the real Fiona Rourke. You tell me EXODUS, is she what you want to represent you? Would you want to be the ‘second-tier’ of a company, having to look up at somebody who is the exact opposite of you, your beliefs and what you stand for? YOU TELL ME what you would do in my shoes, given the knowledge I have… the knowledge of who Fiona Rourke REALLY is. She’s no HERO… she’s no SAINT… everything she’s done, it’s been for her own personal gain, out of her own selfishness and twisted sense of self-righteousness. You don’t know… but I KNOW… I know Collins and Fiona… I know they’ve planned this out… because they felt wronged and disrespected a few months WAY back in Tennessee… and they’ve planned this all… to bamboozle you, and portray themselves as good Samaritans to hide the fact that they’re as LOW and IMMORAL as everyone else! And like the mindless sheep you are you ate it all up… allowing yourselves to be captured by your own ignorance. And you blame me… you blame LEGION, for doing something about it. WE'VE TRIED TO LIBERATE YOU FROM THEIR DECEIT... YET YOU HATE US! But you don’t hate us for what we are… you don’t hate me for what I AM, you hate me for doing what you CANNOT, and having the conviction and the determination to see it through to the end. I will not stand for Fiona’s lies any longer… her deception is a disease, it's a cancer… and I will remove the tumor my way... the hard way…
Gunner lifts his chair off the floor, bringing it closer to himself with both hands, hypnotically entranced by it’s design, the minor dents from it’s usage onto flesh and bone, the dried blood smeared across it’s coat – perfection. He takes his hand and lightly brushes it, his once brooding face beginning to light up with a disturbed fascination.
Magnus Gunner: Or you can make this easier on yourself Fiona… tonight you can come out here and admit to these people your dishonesty… admit to them that you’re a fake… admit to them that you’re no beacon of hope… that you’re no ray of light… admit to them that their wives, and their daughters, and their granddaughters should NOT look up to you… and then you’ll GIVE ME it… the satisfaction… you’ll give me the EXODUS Pro World Championship… and then you’ll walk away… vanish like a whisper in the wind, never showing your fraudulent face ever again… if you don’t Fiona… I’ll make you understand that your actions have CONSEQUENCES…
Magnus looks into the camera, his attention undivided, the twinkle of malice and hate in his eyes shining brighter than ever before.
Magnus Gunner: I’ll take out someone… with THIS chair… I’ll end another career, HELL… I’ll take someone out from the crowd, chain them down somewhere and beat the unholy hell out of them like a goddamn cliche… maybe it’ll be a senior citizen… or a paraplegic… YES! I’ll drive their head into the canvas until their brain is no longer attached to their spinal chord… NO! NO! NO! That won’t work… that won’t MOTIVATE you… we’ve already established you don’t give a damn about these people… but whom do you care for? Is it Steve Lenton your beloved friend? No…. no… maybe it’s Riley? Yes… Maybe I’ll break his arm AGAIN… maybe this time he won’t recover… close… close… we’re getting warmer.
The camera zooms in, Gunner’s eyes darted to his chair again, and then back at the camera, a malevolent smile now manifesting on his features.
Magnus Gunner: It’s Collins… it’s always been Collins… the man that you love… your heart… a heart that pumps blood, blood that needs to be spilled. That’s it Fiona… tonight you give me the truth… you GIVE ME THAT CHAMPIONSHIP… or I’ll make Madison an orphan… I’ll end him… terminate him… make him the martyr he’s always wanted to be. And honestly… I hope you refuse… refuse to tell these people the TRUTH… because the blood on my hands will never taste sweeter… I’ll bathe in his blood Fiona… you know I will… that is your ULTIMATUM!
Gunner’s aura and mood had changed from 'honest' and aggressive. His disposition was now truculent, vindictive, and psychotic. He thinks, contemplates heavily on everything he just said, the prospect of it all sending chills up and down his spine. They excited him. The Loaded Pistol flicked his head back, his hair flying from his face, revealing a sinister gaze, the bottom lids of his eyes squinted, the eyes themselves unblinking.
Magnus Gunner: Fiona… you have til' the end of tonight to make your choice…. choose wisely, but know whatever choice you come to terms with… it is the END for you… but the BEGINNING for me… and you know it's the truth.
Gunner snickers maniacally, kissing his chair, his muse, before raising it to the camera as the feed fades out.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:37:56 GMT -6
Singles Match
Heather Halliwell vs. Magnus Gunner
“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.
David Zinkus: Introducing first at this time, from Dallas, Texas...”Miss” Heather Halliwell!
Dick Morosi: Halliwell's going to have a shot at the second most prestigious title that EXODUS Pro Wrestling has to offer in just a few short weeks – but if she wants it, she's going to have to take it from her significant other!
Seth Ericson: Hey, this is a dog-eat-dog world! You do what you have to! And if Heather wants the International Championship, she's going to have to be willing to put Dom's shoulders to the canvas for three.
David Zinkus: And, her opponent!
The lights in the arena dim; the venue is subsequently filled with a dark ambiance, acting as a catalyst for those in attendance to cheer or boo the man next to emerge. Those already standing do just that, and soon the small arena begins to swell with vociferous noise. Now the arena lighting begins to cast only vague shadows and silhouettes - the only source of light and illumination is that of small red glows on the EXIT signs in the corners of the building. "Something In The Way" by Nirvana suddenly sounds throughout the arena, signaling the arrival of Magnus Gunner. A few passing moments of confusion, bewilderment, and wide-panning out of on-foot cameras continues until the Michigander is finally spotted, in the middle of the far bleachers with a sea of patrons surrounding him. As Kurt Cobain's voice sounds throughout the RIMAC Arena, "The Loaded Pistol" takes a step up onto the seats and stands over the masses, finally visible to all of those in attendance.
Underneath the bridge
Tap has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
All become my pets
Gunner stands still on his perch, his face blank, his burnished hair damp and wavy as usual, posing in a crucifix. Magnus dawns his black, leather jacket, and beneath it lies his bare chest. Completing his brilliant ensemble is his usual black singlet with red stripes, kneepads, a pair of long length white boots, and taped wrists from knuckle to forearm. Magnus gazes far in the direction of the ring, as an uproar from the crowd sounds, mostly negative at the manic depressed star. He then climbs down from his pinnacle, and down the bleachers, gradually navigating across the arena floor through people and steel chairs alike, walking with a slow, methodical, fatigued-appearing amble, with his shoulders relaxed and arms dangling loosely, his weight shifting from foot to foot to cause him to somewhat sway - idiosyncrasies that go unmatched yet unnoticed to the untrained eye.
Dick Morosi: And there he is – the number one contender to the richest prize in the business today.
Seth Ericson: He's damn good, Dick. But so is Heather, and I hate to say it – but all the pressure is on the Loaded Pistol here. His date with Fiona Rourke for the EXODUS Pro Championship is coming up live on PPV, and he needs all the momentum he can get going into it; Rourke's been damn near unbeatable.
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings
Magnus climbs over the guardrail to the ringside area, and makes his way to the ring. Gunner knees up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle. His head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch a top the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral.
Dick Morosi: I have to agree, and he looks dead serious and focused tonight.
Something in the way
Something in the way, yeah
Magnus climbs down from the corner and drops down into the ring, his feet landing on the canvas with a slight thud. He slowly backs into the corner and crouches slightly, his cold-blooded eyes unblinking as his theme fades away.
Seth Ericson: Of course he does! Gunner's too good to overlook the #1 contender to the International Championship. He hits like a truck. He's as well-rounded as anyone on the roster.
Dick Morosi: But Halliwell has the speed advantage. She's quick, and she likes to take to the skies. She's a similar opponent to Rourke, but Heather uses the submission game more. If she can make Gunnar Whistle Dixie, we've got an upset on the cards tonight.
With both competitors in the ring, Brian Lowery calls for the bell.
Gunner is 100% all business, facial expression grim as Halliwell bounces on the balls of her feet, looking for an opening in the armor of LEGION's Loaded Pistol. She comes at Gunner quickly, taking to the air for what looks to be a satellite headscissors attempt, but Magnus swats it. To her credit, the Texan lands on her feet out of the exchange, and charges again, dropping levels with a sliding dropkick to the knee and shin of the larger LEGION member. The blow drops Gunner down to a knee, and Halliwell is up to capitalize immediately. She leaps to try a short huracanrana, but Magnus is aware, and retorts by swatting Heather again – this time with a short powerbomb with frightening impact thanks to Magnus' ring acumen and hatred of, well, most people.
Seth Ericson: Gunner is a focused, DANGEROUS athlete. Halliwell is going to need to get him off balance. She can't just run at Magnus – he's a meat grinder. She needs to take advantage of his arrogance – good as he is, he knows it.
Indeed, there is no cover, simply Gunner looking down and marveling at his handiwork. A few moments later, he picks Heather up, hooking her for a brainbuster. As he elevates the number one contender for the International Championship, though, she retorts, kneeing him in the head, HARD. It gets his attention and breaks the brainbuster attempt. An angered Magnus lunges when she lands, looking to lariat her, but she grabs the arm and uses it to swing up and around, taking an off-balanced Gunner over with the crucifix!
ONE!
TWO
KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: Magnus' aggression almost cost him there! That's the sort of thing he can't do – against either Heather OR Fiona. Both women can use Magnus' famed aggression against him!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, but the pressure's all on them to time the Loaded Pistol! If they can't, he's going to crash into them like a train. There may be NO ONE on this EXODUS Pro roster who executes every single thing he does with malice quite like Magnus Gunner.
The #1 Contender is up, and his eyes are practically radiating that malice. He goes for another lariat – and Heather ducks. This time, though, Magnus grins, and shifts his weight, swinging with the OTHER arm to nearly decapitate Heather Halliwell as she rises with a vicious short enzui-lariat! Not content to settle for that, Gunner jerks her back up to her feet, hooking in a double-underhook before DRILLING her down to the canvas with a double-arm DDT, floating over for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Magnus merely sneers, picking Heather back up and firing her into the far corner with an Irish whip that nearly knocks her down. She grabs the ropes for support, as Magnus comes flying into the corner, looking for a Yakuza kick, but Heather managed to whirl away in the nick of time, stranding the Loaded Pistol's leg up high over the top rope! With his other leg vulnerable, Halliwell works it over with a series of hard, sharp kicks to the hamstring and back of the knee.
Dick Morosi: The leg's become the target for Heather, and that's a very, VERY solid strategy against Magnus. Magnus is deadly on his feet, but if you chop the wheels out, the Loaded Pistol can't get the drive he needs to execute most of his vicious arsenal.
Gunner is still dangerous though – evident as he finally frees his leg, whirls, and pops Heather in the jaw with a European uppercut that gets “Ooh”s from the RIMAC faithful and sends Halliwell back several steps. Grimacing, Gunner charges, but once again, Heather has a counter. She drops down to the seat of her pants and grabs both of Magnus' legs, rolling backwards with the legs in her arms. Before Magnus quite realizes what has happened, he's trapped in a Boston crab – and Heather is working to elevate the angle, to put the pressure on the bigger man's neck and back.
Seth Ericson: Halliwell has Southern Comfort locked in! That elevated Boston Crab – Gunner's got the size advantage, but he's going to have to use it, and fast!
Dick Morosi: Magnus cannot afford an injury two weeks out from the biggest match of his EXODUS career! Discretion might be the better part of valor, and what an IMMENSE feather in Halliwell's cap it would be to knock off the number one contender!
Magnus quickly began to put that advantage to good use, crawling backwards and to the side, angling towards the ring ropes. Seeing Gunner's attempt, Heather put the brakes on, trying to drag the larger LEGION member back to the center of the ring.
That was when Magnus pounced, using his leg strength to surge forward, DRIVING Heather face and chest first into the canvas with a loud, booming thud to a huge chorus of boos from the crowd in the RIMAC.
Needing a breather and time to convalesce due to his time in Heather’s Boston Crab variation, the Loaded Pistol slowly rolls out of the ring. Gunner kneels down, his head buried into the side of the ring, his hands shuffling underneath it. Having recovered herself, Halliwell slowly climbs back to her feet. In pursuit of her foe, she ducks between the middle and top rope and grapples at his head. It’s then when the most dangerous man in EXODUS strikes, pulling his chair from underneath the ring and blasting her in the cranium. The chair careens against the top and side of her crown, sending her dropping to the canvas as the shock reverberates throughout the arena due to the brash concuss of human skull. The audience boos loudly in response to the attack, the referee wasting no time in signaling for the bell. But the outcome of the match was of no concern to the Michigan maniac.
David Zinkus: The winner of this match via disqualification, Heather Halliwell.
Her victory was a mere technicality, if you consider what she just won; a chairshot to the head, having her cranium dented by the Loaded Pistol’s steel equalizer and consequently left lying helpless in the ring. And she was indeed helpless, the referee leaving his post and exiting the ring as Gunner entered it. Magnus dragged the chair across the ring as he sneered down at his fallen prey, admiring her beaten, debilitated carcass and the poor physical condition he just left her in. He then looks up at the audience, and then his eyes widen – his breath beginning to pick up. He backpedals into the corner, his head feverishly, and violently shaking from side to side as he repeatedly slams the chair across the mat. His eyes remained fixated on a possibly concussed Heather Halliwell, as his lips tremble, hissing obscenities underneath his breath, the maniacal Michigander imploring his opponent to stand up one more time so that he could deliver a final shot that would put her out of commission.
Dick Morosi: Will someone get that damn chair from him! He’s already hurt the poor girl.
Seth Ericson: Gunner’s work is far from finished. Look at the carnage he’s caused with that thing. He concussed Fiona Rourke and put Omar Wise on the shelf. That doesn’t bode well for Heather.
At this point the arena was despondent; the spectators were overcome with a sense of terror and consternation as they focused their attention on the ring. They peered at Heather Halliwell with apprehension as she continued to lie in a sweaty, battered heap. Meanwhile Gunner continued to plead for her to get up, swinging his chair around like a mad-man while he hyperventilated. Suddenly, his breathing becomes relaxed and calm as he saunters out of the corner. His panting seems now out of fatigue – his eyes still focused on Halliwell’s frame. Marching toward her upperbody, he stands overtop of her, proceeding to extend the steel chair out over her head. He hovers his weapon over her cranium, appearing to be sizing her up, seemingly moments away from smashing her skull like a pumpkin on Halloween. With a twisted smile manifesting on his face, Gunner raises the chair overhead. Suddenly a commotion in the ring alerts the Loaded Pistol. He doesn’t stay around to get acquainted with the person coming to Heather’s aid either as he rolls out of the ring.
Dick Morosi: It’s Fiona Rourke! She’s seen enough. The EXODUS World Champion refuses to stand by and let Gunner injure somebody else with that damn chair!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, well she might just be lucky Gunner just wrestled a match, or she might be eating a chairshot herself.
Forced to leave his work unfinished, Gunner maneuvers through the ringside area before hopping the guardrail. Rourke immediately runs to the corner and ascends it, staring out into the stands from her perch at the pinnacle of the turnbuckles, the crowd cheering her heroism. Gunner navigates through the patrons, turning to match glares with his opponent at Invincible, before disappearing into the crowd. Fiona drops to the canvas, dropping down to a knee to check on and console Heather Halliwell who begins to stir.
WINNER (via Disqualification): Heather Halliwell
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:31:26 GMT -6
Singles Match
Tiami Tyler vs Katherine Reynolds
David Zinkus: The next match is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing LEGION, from Phoenix Arizona, standing at five foot, seven inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds... this is KATHERINE REYNOLDS!
“Sweet Dirty” by Twenty Two Hundred plays as Katherine Reynolds comes bouncing out from behind the curtain, displaying some high energy before dashing down the ramp. She's all smiles but ignores the fans, the referee, though she deliberately drops her ring jacket in the middle of the ring just so she can bend over to slowly pick it up.
Dick Morosi: Seth if you've been paying attention, this next match is a payoff to one of our better feuds here in EXODUS. Tyler and Reynolds have spat at one another over twitter, and now they get to go at it here tonight.
Seth Ericson: There's nothing like a good old cat-fight to get a man going Dick. If this were Penthouse, they'd kiss and make up afterward.
Dick Morosi: I can pretty much guarantee that's NOT going to happen Seth.
Seth Ericson: A man can dream Dick.
Roman Revolution" hits the PA as Tiami comes out on stage. Her blue hair shines with the white lights as she makes her way down the ramp.
David Zinkus: And her opponent, from Chicago IL, standing at five feet, seven inches tall, and weighing at one hundred and nineteen pounds... she is TIAMI TYLER!
She stops, posing for a picture with a fan or two before hitting the ring. She smirks once in the ring, posing once again for the crowd before turning to Katherine. From here on out the pleasantries come to an end, a scowl now on the Second City native's face as she glares at Reynolds who merely flags her off. Tiami approaches Katherine, as the two combustible elements stand eye to eye. Reynolds edges her on, begging and pleading for her to take the first shot. Despite every fiber in her being screaming at her to wallop the girl from Arizona, and take the smug smirk straight off her face, Tyler takes the high road. Before she can change her mind, Brian Lowery steps in between the two women as the proverbial wedge, immediately sending both ladies back to their corners before calling for the bell.
Seth Ericson: Man, there's no love lost between these two. You can tell they can't stand each other,
Dick Morosi: They're two of the top female wrestlers in our sport, they're on opposite sides of this EXODUS/LEGION war, Seth I'm going to be bold and say we might have the match of the night right here.
As the bell sounds thrice, the two begin circling around the ring, going over their strategies in their heads before they cautiously advance toward one another. Their hands protrude, before being slapped away by the other, both women looking for an opening. Having found one, Tiami dives at Kat’s legs, causing the latter to step back and shove her aside. Reynolds sneers down at her rival, Tyler now kneeling on one knee, nodding to herself, realizing victory would not come easy in this match. She regains a vertical base, and the two women meet back in the center, once again slapping at each other’s hands, continuing their feeling out process. This time, Reynolds is the aggressor, diving and reaching for Tyler’s legs, only to be pushed back in response. She quickly climbs back to her feet, and the two meet again, this time in the traditional collar and elbow tie.
The struggle for the advantage between the two evenly matched opponents doesn’t last long, as Tyler suddenly breaks free and immediately applies a waistlock upon maneuvering behind her foe. Proving the perfect offense is a good defense, Reynolds breaks free and steps under one of Tiami’s captured arms, twisting it. She then applies a hammerlock, subduing the Chicagoan as she continues to apply pressure to Tyler’s aforementioned limb. Thinking quickly on her feet, Double T grapples Kat around the head and drops to the canvas, dragging her off her feet and slamming her into the canvas with a Snapmare. With no intention to give up any ground, KR rolls onto her front, Tiami responding by applying another waistlock, forcing Reynolds to roll across the ring to escape. The two women quickly climb to their feet, with Tiami getting there first and scoring with a front facelock. Not panicking, the shrewd Reynolds quickly backs into the ropes, forcing Lowery to step in and issue a clean break. Tiami, though reluctantly, steps back, giving Kat the opening she needs as she strikes her biter rival across the face, doing her best impersonation of an outlaw in a western flick. The fans in attendance boo the gesture, Tiami unable to respond as Brian pushes her back, settling for a murderous glare sent in the direction of her nemesis who smiles smugly in return.
Dick Morosi: These LEGION guys have no honor, and no respect for anyone.
Seth Ericson: What did you expect? These two like each other as much as North Korea and the USA.
Lowery steps back, allowing the two combatants to scuffle. They waste no time, once again colliding in a collar and elbow tie, this time being ending with Tyler stabbing her foe in the belly with a knee strike. Having doubled her opponent over, Double T immediately applies a standard headlock, quickly cranking up the pressure as Reynolds' face slightly turns purple. Kat drives a series of elbows into TT’s abdomen in a desperate attempt to escape. Unable to do so, she steps behind Tyler, and following a popping of the hips, begins to lift her into the air. Exploiting the momentum, the other member of the #HarmoniousRevolution is able to flip backward, landing on her feet with cat like swiftness. Reynolds quickly turns around, only to get the taste smacked out of her thanks to an open palm strike that ignites the RIMAC.
Dick Morosi: You know what they say about payback Seth!
Seth Ericson: She’s sort of like my first ex-wife, which is something I’ll get fined for saying!
Infuriated, Reynolds charges forward, wildly and impulsively swinging her arm in the air in a Clothesline attempt; Tyler quickly ducks and pivots on her feet, before connecting with a vicious forearm into the turning Kat’s face. The collision between arm and mug sends the Arizona native falling through the ropes in a mixed wave of disorientation and pain, tumbling to the outside. She slowly staggers to her feet and leans across the guardrail, Double T in no position to allow her to get a reprieve. The tough chick from Chicago quickly exits the ring, and Reynolds feeling her presence immediately flees the scene. Tyler scurries after her, the two sprinting around the ring in a game of cat and mouse until Katherine slides back into the ring, Tiami coming in right behind her. Double T slowly climbs to her feet, as she does Reynolds comes flying in upon bouncing off the ropes, and immediately connects with a Dropkick to the chest, sending her foe down to the canvas. Scrambling to her feet, KR keeps the momentum on her side, planting her feet before performing a backflip and landing across Tyler’s chest with a Standing Moonsault, followed by the cover attempt.
“ONE”
“TWO”
Tyler kicks out of the pin attempt, Reynolds quickly getting to her feet and connecting with a kick to a rising Tiami’s cranium, knocking her back down to the mat. In control of the contest, Kat playfully but firmly kicks her in the ribs as she rolls away, receiving the scorn of the patrons.
Dick Morosi: As talented as she is, Katherine lacks a lot in the sportsmanship department.
Seth Ericson: I have no problem with kicking someone when they’re down… literally.
The crowd’s booing and jeers suddenly turn to cheers as Tyler finally has enough of Kat’s kicking. She latches onto her leg, then weaves her right leg behind Reynolds’ left knee and rolls toward her, effectively tripping her forward and sending her face first into the ropes. Double T quickly gets up and takes a step back, before running in with a knee that connects with the back of Katherine’s head. The Arizonian sees stars and constellations as she slides off of the ropes, slumping face down on the canvas. The Chicagoan pulls Kat from the ropes, rolling her over, and dropping down to make the cover.
“ONE”
“TWO”
Reynolds manages to kick out, flailing, flustered, and frustrated. Tiami smiles confidently as Katherine slowly gathers herself and attempts to get to her feet. Double T advances toward her, the Arizonian quickly leaning up and raking at her eyes, the crowd jeering the underhanded tactic. Having stolen the advantage, she begins laying into Tyler with stiff shoot kicks to the midsection, the series of strikes ending at five, efficacious in softening her foe up. Upon executing a Step-Up Enziguiri, Katherine Reynolds is back in the driver’s seat, while Tiami Tyler has been reduced to one knee, her eyes glazed from the blow to her skull. Looking to finish Tyler off, Kat makes a dash for the ropes, suddenly leaping forward and landing onto her hands; performing a handstand, she swings her body into the ropes, the elasticity of the cables sending the agile athlete back to her feet. The tag team contender from Illinois however is not captivated by the athletic display; unbeknownst to Reynolds who leaps back, Tiami comes to in time to maneuver behind her. In mid air Double T catches her in a waistlock, before falling backward. The diva from Phoenix is thrown over TT, before her head and neck land on the canvas courtesy of a German Suplex. Both ladies remain sprawled on their back, the crowd cheering on the intensely competitive contest.
Dick Morosi: What an amazing counter right there by Tiami Tyler. She had that Handspring Back Elbow scouted, and you saw the end result right there.
Seth Ericson: Yeah but she would have gotten a gold medal at the Olympics for that one.
With both divas down and recuperating, Lowery has no choice but to start his ten count, the RIMAC arena chirping in anticipation of the conclusion of the back and fourth contest.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIVE"
"SIX"
Katherine slowly climbs to her knees, her weary eyes opening and falling on Tiami, whom has risen herself and slowly approaches her. Double T plants her feet in the mat before swinging her right leg up, Reynolds having enough wits to duck. As Tyler does a complete turn after missing the kick, KR makes a beeline for the ropes. Upon rebounding, she quickly dives forward, leaping into the air and straddling onto Tiami’s shoulders. The LEGIONNAIRE leans backward, dragging the Chicagoan off her feet, bringing her down with a Hurricanrana. Pinning TT’s shoulders down, Reynolds reaches back and hooks her legs.
Dick Morosi: Inside Outside! She may have her here!
“ONE”
Seth Ericson: Winner winner… chicken dinner!
“TWO”
Tiami Tyler musters enough strength to power out, several air molecules separating Brian Lowery’s hand from the mat as she does so. The crowd ignites, new life being blown into them as it had been sucked out just seconds ago.
Dick Morosi: Not yet Seth. Not if Tyler has a say in the matter!
Katherine can’t believe Tyler was able to kick out, the irate expression on her face telling the whole story. She quickly crawls on top of Tiami and thrusts her forearm across her throat, pressing it down before hooking her leg again.
“ONE”
“TWO”
Tiami kicks out and pushes the arm off her throat. Kat grabs her by the hair and begins to get up, pulling Double T to her feet as well to see if she’s weakened enough to finish her off. Tyler, now standing straight up, immediately swings her left arm up, delivering a thunderous slap to the face of her hated adversary, the crowd cheering in approval. Katherine stumbles back into the ropes from the slap as Tyler brushes hair out of her face. Thrown into a swivet, Reynolds charges at Tyler, Tiami quickly rolling backward and wrapping her leg’s around the Arizonian’s left. Double T drags her foe face down to the canvas, her own momentum carrying her to a kneeling position, and with Kat’s leg already captured she pulls back on it, Reynolds yelping in pain and frantically clawing at the canvas.
Dick Morosi: ICE PICK! ICE PICK! She’s got it locked in tight, Katherine may have to tap out here.
Seth Ericson: She let her rage get the best of her there. I’m pretty sure that’s NOT what Daisuke has been teaching her.
The crowd was at a fever pitch, looking on keenly as Reynolds’ hand hovered over the canvas, seemingly a few seconds away from giving Tiami the satisfaction of making her tap out. However Katherine would refuse to do so, determined not to lose in such a mortifying fashion, and resiliently crawls her way toward the ropes. Before Reynolds can get there, Double T stands straight up, stepping to the side whilst transitioning her grasp to Kat’s ankle. Katherine’s tired eyes soon burn with pain as the Chicagoan wrenches her limb. Once again she finds herself in a bad way, on the precipice of defeat, while her ankle remains on the cusp of being snapped like a twig at the hands of her hated foe.
Dick Morosi: ICY DREAMS! She's twisting that ankle for dear life. Can Katherine hang on?
But before Katherine can even really consider tapping out, Tiami's gaze is drawn to the entrance stage! It's there that LEGION's leader, Katherine's master, and Tiami's #1 target, Daisuke Iwakuma, has emerged!
Seth Ericson: It's Iwakuma! And he's not alone!
Dick Morosi: Is that a...a BODY BAG?
Daisuke is indeed holding a body bag, slung over his shoulder, as he grins devilishly at Tiami, who drops the Icy Dreams and heads to the ropes, screaming up the ramp at "The Perfect Evil!" Reynolds, hobbling, climbs back to her feet and quickly brings Tiami down with a School Boy Roll Up! With Lowery out of position, she drapes her feet over the middle rope.
“ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE”
David Zinkus: The winner of this match, Katherine Reynolds!
With haste Reynolds rolls out of the ring, the crowd’s booing not enough to take away from her moment. Limping up the ramp she stares back inside the ring, Tiami Tyler climbing to her knees in shock and disbelief, trying to explain the situation to Lowery who pleads his case. Enraged she stares back at Reynolds who waves goodbye as she backs up through the curtains.
Dick Morosi: She had her foot on the ropes! Tiami wrestled a perfect match, just to have Katherine steal it in the end!
Seth Ericson: It’s only cheating if you get caught.
Dick Morosi: No, it’s still cheating!
Seth Ericson: You sound like my first ex-wife Dick haha!
Winner: Katherine Reynolds
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:31:09 GMT -6
We cut backstage after the Anya Makarov vs. Harakiri matchup, and it's clear Harakiri looks tired but pleased with the results, even from behind his mask. More hyped up over the victory is Jamie Essex, who is talking everything up with his client.
Jamie Essex: That's how you do it, Harkiri! That's how you make a statement, mate!
The mood in the room quickly changed as they stopped, the camera panning to see them being confronted by the leader of LEGION himself, "The Perfect Evil" Daisuke Iwakuma.
Jamie Essex: I see someone got the message.
Daisuke Iwakuma: Speak of the devil, and he shall appear, Mr. Essex.
Jamie Essex: Bloody brilliant, mate. Now...what are you offering?
Harakiri looks over Daisuke for a moment, and it's like the two exchange glares. For a moment, it looks like each man is sizing the other up, all before Harakiri simply nods and walks off, leaving Essex with Daisuke, who looks even more confident.
Daisuke Iwakuma: I don't think we should talk numbers right now...but keep this in mind. I will make sure you're quite rewarded for picking the right side.
Jamie Essex: And why should I believe you're the right side?
Daisuke Iwakuma: Because I'm the side with the money.
Daisuke chuckles and walks off, leaving Essex to look on at him, rubbing his chin in thought of what Daisuke told him.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:19:52 GMT -6
Singles Match
Itsumo Ichi vs. Ryuji Kamigawa
The next upcoming match in the RIMAC Arena will be pitting Itsumo Ichi and the intimidating hired gun Ryuji Kamigawa. Ichi already waits in the ring for his opponent, wearing white tights sleeveless unitard with hot pink flames and black diamonds. He is here to be the upset tonight as he faces the much favored Kamigawa.
David Zinkus: The following match is a standard one fall singles match! Introducing first, weighing in at 192 pounds, from Tokyo, Japan, ITSUMO ICHI!
Dick Morosi: Well, this next match could be a little interesting. We have Itsumo Ichi going up against Ryuji Kamigawa.
Seth Ericson: Ah, yes. Ryuji Kamigawa. You know, I was speaking to him earlier about you. He set up a pretty hefty price for me to "get a new partner", so to speak.
Dick Morosi: Oh, really? He said he would get me a new partner for practically nothing!
Seth Ericson: No, he didn't! Shut up!
"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.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, weighing in at 312 pounds, from Osaka, Japan, he is RYUJI KAMIGAWA!
Kamigawa 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, the task being Itsumo Ichi.
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa looks pretty determined, as always.
Seth Ericson: Yeah, after he's done with Ichi, he'll be going after you!
DING! DING! DING!
Morosi scoffs as the referee, Dan Arnouil, calls for the bell to start the match. The two Japanese wrestlers begin to circle the ring, staring each other down. Ichi begins to make a run towards the bigger Kamigawa, but Kamigawa easily takes him down with a right handed clothesline, flipping Ichi up in the air before he lands back first.
Seth Ericson: Ooh! That was a freaking clothesline!
Ichi quickly gets back to his feet and makes a run towards Kamigawa, but Kamigawa grabs him, arms around his torso and belly to belly suplexes him right into nearby corner back first. Ichi clutches at his back in pain, letting out a few painful groans at the impact he just took from hitting that corner. Kamigawa is has his left knee on the mat still as he watches Arnouil check up on Ichi to make sure he doesn't want to give up.
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa with a sick belly to belly suplex, tossing Ichi right into the corner with full impact!
Seth Ericson: This match may be over sooner rather than later.
After Ichi tells Arnouil that he's not giving up, Kamigawa quickly goes on the attack. He picks up Ichi by the head and leans him up towards the ropes, where Kamigawa drapes his arms over the ropes, making sure he doesn't move them. He then begins to repeatedly headbutt Ichi, Ichi letting out groans of pain. The crowd watches as Kamigawa keeps headbutting for a total of ten times. Kamigawa finally removes his arms off the ropes and Ichi falls to the ground begins to slowly roll toward the middle of the ring.
Dick Morosi: Those headbutts may have just taken everything out of Itsumo Ichi!
Seth Ericson: Hell, they would taken everything out of me! And I'm freaking awesome so...
Dick Morosi: Who says you're awesome?
Seth Ericson: I self-proclaimed my awesomeness! Awesome people do that, you know.
As Ichi slowly begins to rise Kamigawa just stands at the corner and watches the smaller Japanese superstar. Finally, Ichi rises and turns towards Kamigawa. Kamigawa quickly goes after Ichi, elevating his right foot to connect with a Big Boot, but Ichi ducks underneath it. Kamigawa turns around as fast as he can and Ichi begins to connect with knife edge chops to the chest of Kamigawa and pushing Kamigawa almost to a nearby corner. After five chops, Ichi takes a few steps back, then dropkicks EXODUS Pro's hired gun into the nearby corner, the crowd and the announcers stunned at the fact that Ichi now has the upper hand.
Dick Morosi: Look at this! Itsumo Ichi is right back into this fight! The crowd looks stunned and I think Kamigawa may have underestimated this man!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, I don't think Kamigawa underestimates anybody. At the end of the match, he'll be the victor. Just watch.
Ichi, now fired up, takes a few more steps back from Kamigawa, who is leaning on the nearby corner, then runs straight at him. Unfortunately for Ichi, Kamigawa was waiting for him to do so as he elevates his right foot and his Ichi with a Big Boot, the impact being heard all around the arena!
Dick Morosi: Good God! That was a shot!
Kamigawa, now more serious than he was before, picks up the smaller Ichi and puts him over his shoulder, then hits him with a front powerslam, causing Ichi's body to hit the mat with a thud. Kamigawa is not done yet as he does not allow Ichi to get a breather. Kamigawa picks up Ichi, turns him around so his back is facing him, puts him in a full nelson by hooking both arms, then raises him up in the air and extends out a knee so that Ichi lands on it. Once Kamigawa hits with "Kamigawa's Jitte", he raises up to both feet and looks down at Ichi, who is holding his back in pain.
Seth Ericson: I told you that Kamigawa was going to win this match! Did you see that full nelson backbreaker?! Ichi may be dead!
Kamigawa awaits for Ichi to raise back up to his feet. Ichi, still being checked at by the ref, slowly begins to rise once more, this time seeming more out of it than before. Once Ichi rises and turns towards Ryuji Kamigawa, who has raised his right hand already, thumb sticking up. He swings the right hand towards Ichi and connects with a thumb-strike to the carotid artery, knocking Ichi down on the mat and out.
Dick Morosi: The Kabukicho Lullaby connects! Ichi is down and out!
Seth Ericson: I told you, man!
Kamigawa drops down to the ground and hooks the right leg of Ichi as he pins him. Arnouil drops to the mat to count the pin.
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
David Zinkus: The winner of this match, RYUJI KAMIGAAAAAWA!
Arnouil raises the Japanese superstar's hand after he rises to both feet. The crowd gives the same mixed reaction they gave to him as he made his way down to the ring.
Seth Ericson: I called it! Now, Ryuji, come over here so you can finish your second job!
Dick Morosi: Shut up!
WINNER: Ryuji Kamigawa
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:18:46 GMT -6
Singles Match:
Harakiri (w/Jamie Essex) vs Anya Makarov
David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from St. Petersburg, Russia, standing at five foot four, and two hundred and fourteen pounds… she is Anya Makarov!
The opening riffs of "Vietnow" begin to play, as the crowd has a mixed reaction towards Anya, gravitating to jeers, unless the enemy is just hated so much more. Anya then struts out, and strikes a quick pose, before walking towards the ramp and scowling at fans close to the rail who are booing her, occasionally threatening to punch one, and intimidating them. She would then slide into teh ring, and climb a turnbuckle, while posing towards the crowds, and soaking up their reactions.
Dick Morosi: Makarov fared well two weeks ago, but now she’ll be tested against Jamie Essex’s Harakiri. I wonder if she’ll have to improvise at all in this contest, knowing little about her adversary.
Seth Ericson: The element of surprise will either hurt or favor her tonight.
David Zinkus: And her opponent, from San Diego, California, being accompanied to the ring by Jamie Essex, standing six feet tall, and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… this is HARAKIRI!
The arena lights slowly dim as a soft melody begins to play. Just as the base kicks in, the backstage curtain flies open and the Cheshire smile of Jamie Essex can be seen amidst the strobe like camera flashes. He’s followed closely by his masked monster and the two make their way slowly down toward the ring when Harakiri brushes Essex out of the way and quickly slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope. Essex takes his place outside the ring while Harakiri simply stands in the center of the ring, head cocked to the side quizzically and waiting for the start of the match.
Dick Morosi: And things are underway Seth. I’m eager to see if Anya can overcome the size and weight disadvantage.
Seth Ericson: Stranger things have happened.
The bell sounds as both superstars circle the ring, the smaller Makarov knowing her strategy already. She bounces off the nearby ropes and charges at Harakiri, the larger of the two superstars quickly lowering his shoulders and using her momentum to toss her into the air. He leans back up and catches her in mid air; however before he can bring her down Anya counters the Powerbomb attempt, latching onto him with a headscissors before twisting, and leaning backward. She coerces the larger man off his feet and into a forward somersault, the momentum from the headscissors takedown sending him rolling into the nearby corner.
Harakiri stumbles toward the center of the ring before charging at Anya, only to receive a Spinning Wheel Kick for his efforts. While Harakiri tries to recover, Makarov makes a dash for the corner and quickly ascends to the top rope, waiting for her adversary to rise. Still dazed from the blow to his head, and taken off guard by Anya’s offensive flurry, the Californian is unaware of what awaits him. Like a bird descending from the skies, the Russian leaps off the top rope, crashing into her unsuspecting foe with a Cross Body block. Having pinned his shoulders down to the canvas, Makarov holds on, referee Katie Hanneman quickly sliding in to make the count.
Dick Morosi: What a start for Makarov. She’s going at a tremendous pace right now. She’s got Harakiri reeling!
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
Seth Ericson: It’ll take more than that though to put down Essex’s prized pup!
Harakiri kicks out of the first pin attempt of the match, while Anya immediately climbs back to her feet, looking to keep the momentum. She quickly bounces off the ropes as the Californian climbs back to his feet before leaping at him for another Headscissors takedown. This time the big man holds on, preventing himself from being dragged down to the canvas. With a display of tremendous power, he lifts the pint-sized woman onto his shoulders before launching her into the corner. The ring shakes from the force of the Powerbomb as Anya’s body violently collides with the turnbuckle padding. As the crowd groans from the collision, Anya gradually rolls out of the ring and drops to the floor where she writhes in pain.
Seth Ericson: And just like that Harakiri turns this match on its head, and personally I’ve had enough of these Davids triumphing over Goliath.
Dick Morosi: Harakiri looks like he’s not about to fall victim to such a fate. If he can slow down the pace, and wrestle it at his style, he could have his way with her.
In pursuit of his foe, Harakiri immediately rolls out of the ring, quickly lifting Anya to her feet before laying into her with a vicious European Uppercut that sends her staggering into the guardrail. "ONE!" From there he rams his shoulder-blade into her breadbasket, the force of the shoulder thrust sending air sputtering out of her gaping mouth. He follows up with a second and finally a third, leaving his smaller foe gasping for air. "TWO!" Harakiri steps back a few feet, pulling her from the guardrail and toward his much larger frame. He embraces her with a waistlock, and upon clasping his hands together does the Californian lift her off her feet, sending her flying forward with an overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. She immediately convulses in agony on the cold floor of the RIMAC arena, which does little to cushion the fall. "THREE" Regaining a vertical base, Harakiri throws a fist into the air, receiving some boos from the crowd, before the big man makes his way back toward the ring. "FOUR!" He slides in and climbs to his feet, feeling he'd done enough punishment to prevent Anya from answering the ten count. Jamie Essex cheers him on, applauding the work he'd done thus far. Much to their chagrin, the Russian shows her resiliency, climbing onto the apron at the count of six, albeit groggily.
Looking to maintain his advantage, Harakiri advances toward the ropes, before reaching over to grab Makarov. Either playing possum or capitalizing on the small window of opportunity, Anya quickly drops down, snapping the bigger Californian's head over the ring cables, sending him staggering back in a stunned retreat. Harakiri slowly shakes his head, looking to regain his bearings. Having shaken the cobwebs he finally turns around, only to see Makarov springing off the top rope. The second generation Cruiserweight extends her legs, delivering a sound Missile Dropkick that lands straight on the button. The collision of boots to face sends Harakiri down to the canvas, Anya slowly using the momentum by rolling back to get up. With a hand gingerly placed behind her lower back, the Russian backs into the corner, meanwhile Harakiri has regained his footing. With a head full of steam he charges at the corner, Anya instinctively throwing her legs up and blasting him in the face, halting his momentum and countering his charge. The Californian gives her his back, forced to turn away due to the assault on his face - a grave mistake Makarov makes him pay for. She quickly leaps up onto the second rope and reaches forward, capturing him in an inverted facelock, before leaping and twisting off the turnbuckle. The two superstars land on the canvas, with Anya driving the back of Harakiri's head into the mat with a stupendous DDT. With her foe sprawling on the mat, she quickly collapses onto his chest and hooks his leg for the pin.
"ONE"
Dick Morosi: That was an incredible move Seth. Very innovative, and it looks like David will slay another Goliath.
"TWO"
Harakiri rolls a shoulder over just in time to break the pin. He rolls over onto his chest, his head cloudy and neck numbed from the impact the aforementioned limbs just endured. Anya kneels up, a look of disbelief on her face.
Seth Ericson: I think not Dick! He's still in this, and as you've seen, it only takes one move for him to neutralize her quickness.
The two superstars make it to their feet, Anya just beating Harakiri to the punch, quickly scoring with a toe kick to the midsection to double him over. With a front facelock applied, she attempts to lift him up for her trademark Brainbuster. Her injured back, as well as the Californian's size is enough to prevent her from successfully executing her "Dead Drop Spike". Still she continues to go for it, trying a second, and then a third time to get him into the air, her determination and persistence however proving fruitless as she releases him and tends to her back. With a hiss of frustration, she's forced to settle for a series of forearms to Harakiri's dome, leaving him seemingly out on his last legs. She slowly backs into the ropes, using the elasticity of the cables to set off into a run. As she charges forward, Harakiri suddenly spins, his three-hundred sixty degree rotation ending with his forearm landing flush into Makarov's jaw, bringing her momentum to a screeching halt.
Seth Ericson: WOOHOO! Just like that! Roaring Elbow!
With Anya stunned, he goes in for the kill. He places his head underneath her nearest arm, then reaches over her body before lifting her up and into the air. Following a one eighty degree spin he falls to the canvas, driving and slamming her into mat with sheer authority and aggression.
Dick Morosi: And he calls that Ba Sing Se! And here's the cover. This one is over.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
David Zinkus: The winner of this contest, Harakiri!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:16:03 GMT -6
Backstage, Tom Matheny is seen walking with a purpose toward the area that LEGION has their lockers set up. He pauses to straighten his tie before knocking on the door marked “Katherine Reynolds”, his microphone up at the ready. There are sounds coming from within the locker and he pauses, looking uncomfortable before firming his resolve and realizing his responsibilities to the company to do his job and knocking again. The door slowly opens, revealing Katherine herself at the door, delicately patting her lipstick which looks freshly applied with a tissue. One auburn brow raises slowly as she tips her head to look at him curiously. Male laughter, cool and harsh sounds in the room behind her as she shakes her head.
Katherine Reynolds: I'm guessing you wanted something?
Tom blinks rapidly and holds his microphone up, he seems to be staring at Katherine's eyes as he formulates his question.
Tom Matheny: Uh yeah... I mean yes, yes I do. The fans I am sure are wondering what your thoughts are on your upcoming match with Tiami Tyler, you had some very strong words for her this week and she had some equally harsh things to say about you and LEGION.
Katherine Reynolds: Well of course she did. Well-meaning and narrow minded folk often have a lot to say about things they know nothing about. If any of them just bothered to listen to Daisuke's words, I promise you they'd realize the truth and change their tune.
She pushes forward out of the locker room door and shuts it firmly before the camera can catch a glimpse of the man inside. Tom is unable to stop staring at her eyes, and the camera catches them flashing gold for a moment before she makes an annoyed expression at Tom.
Katherine Reynolds: Look did you have any real impactful questions or are you just trying to be a Peeping Tom? I would have thought you'd have asked about the possibility of me being in a tag team soon with the legendary Katherine Stryfe, for example. Which would mean she'd be joining the EXODUS Pro roster. But no, you want to ask about the piffle I have to face this week. Come on I thought you were a real reporter, Tom. Ask about the tag team, ask about Daisuke's plans, ask about LEGION...
Tom Matheny: What's wrong with your eyes??
Tom blurted it out and seems embarrassed by his lack of control. He clears his throat, and tries to continue.
Tom Matheny: Those are all interesting questions, and I'm sure the fans would love to hear anything you had to say about those items. Is that true, that Katherine Stryfe may be coming to Exodus? That would be quite a coup...
Katherine Reynolds: If she does, you will all tremble at what we can do in that ring.
Tom Matheny: Oh ho, so that means if this is true that you and she would be aiming for the tag title gold currently held by the Ninth Gate?
Katherine smiled slowly, predatory and vicious... her teeth seemed just a little too sharp, too white.
Katherine Reynolds: All the gold will come to LEGION eventually, Tom. And when it does, it will stay there.
Tom Matheny: That's not what I asked...
Katherine Reynolds: I wouldn't worry my pretty little head about it, were I you. The less you stick your nose into LEGION affairs, the better for you.
Katherine grinned and flipped her reddish locks before she turns and stalks away toward the ringside area. Tom tried one more time, though she ignores him.
Tom Matheny: What about the allegations you made that Jonathan Collins isn't on the up and up? Katherine! Wait up!
The camera comes back to ringside, where Dick and Seth are facing the camera.
Dick Morosi: Fans, two weeks ago, Johnny Cannon and Steve Lenton were moment away from winning the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Titles...but tonight, as well as at Invincible in two weeks, they'll be on different teams. Let's take a look at why they can't agree on anything.
The feed returns to a live Exodus Pro TV, and not long after does "Brainstorm" by Arctic Monkeys rumble onto the stereo system. Stepping from behind the curtains in a three piece suit was the electrifying Briton himself, whom was greeted by a chorus of cheers from the California crowd. Cannon brushes over his red dress shirt, and straightens his black blazer, before slowly making his way down to the ring.
Dick Morosi: Looks like Johnny Cannon has something he wants to get off his chest. I'm eager to hear his response to the LEGION's attacks from two weeks ago.
Seth Ericson: Unless he's throwing in the white towel, he'd better choose his words carefully. LEGION could strike at any moment.
Johnny proceeds to climb up the stairs, each stamp of his feet on the steel in a rhythmical fashion. The Englishman saunters across the ring apron before ducking through the middle and top ropes and entering the squared circle. Cannon passes his fingers across the ring cables, slowly reminiscing about the battle he waged within them a mere two weeks ago. His grip on the ropes finally diminishes as he makes his way into the corner, gesturing to the ring attendant and receiving a microphone for his efforts. Johnny gazes out into the packed arena through his vintage Carrera Aviators. His theme music slowly begins to fade, Cannon briefly adjusting his collar as the buzzing crowd begins to settle down. With the volume at a satisfactory level, Johnny raises the mic to his mouth to speak, his voice charming and charismatic as usual, yet powerful all the same.
Johnny Cannon: LEGION, you bloody wankers.
The crowd cheers as Cannon merely blurts out name-calling to begin his opening statement.
Johnny Cannon: Two weeks ago, you guys robbed me and Steve of those Tag Team Championships. You had me down in the dumps. Every two weeks you come out here and you steal people's peace of mind, you take away their happiness, you beat people down... you take away their opportunity to vindicate their careers. I'll admit it, two weeks ago, what you did to me, it hurt.
Cannon pauses, catching the arena off-guard with his candid speech.
Johnny Cannon: It hurt a lot Kliff, when you ran down and cost me my glory. It hurt Abby Park when you, Gunner and Daisuke ran down and interrupted the Main Event, just when she was about to pin Fiona Rourke and become the EXODUS Champion. Just as you've hurt everyone else you've come across. The pain, its kept me up at nights. I've somehow gone off the trolley. Its a pain I've never had to endure before. Its a pain that threatens to tear down the brilliant schemes and gameplans that I've come up with right up here.
The Briton points at his glaring temple, groaning in anger as his pasty white face undergoes a discoloration, the pigmentation now a red hue.
Johnny Cannon: You see, over the last month I've changed. I've been able to come to grips with who I am, and have been able to deal with those who oppose me in a rational fashion, and I haven't had a problem with facing them out here, haven't had a problem with matching wits and skills to prove who the best wrestlers on the planet are. Yet now I know why Kliff. I've become soft and weak. I've lost my touch, really I have. I've felt less and less like the bees knees and more and more like zilch. I feel like nothing. And when I look at LEGION, you've done everything, you've asserted yourselves, and claimed your dominance, and there's nothing I can except-
An irate Cannon pauses again, frantically unraveling the tie around his neck as his tone of voice becomes vociferous and fevered.
Johnny Cannon: Kick your bloody heads off. EVERY DAY! I'll kick your bloody heads off. EVERY WEEK! I'LL KICK YOUR BLOODY HEADS OFF, EVERY MONTH! EVERY YEAR! I'LL KICK YOUR BLOODY HEADS OFF! I KNOW I'LL DO IT! THESE BLOKES, THESE FANS, EVERYBODY KNOWS I'LL DO IT! BUT WHAT DOES THE LEGION KNOW? DO YOU KNOW I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR BLOODY HEADS OFF? DO YOU? WHAT DO YOU KNOW DAISUKE? TELL ME KLIFFORD, ENLIGHTEN ME GUNNER, EXPLAIN TO ME KAMERON, GOUKEN, ICHI AND THE REST OF YOU FUR PIES? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU KNOW?
Having completely gone postal, Cannon quickly removes his blazer and tosses it into the air, suddenly kicking it out of the sky with a uncoordinated Roundhouse. He maneuvers out of his designer shirt, it too suffering the same fate as it is kicked out of the tense atmosphere. The sunglasses are gone too, violently tossed into the canvas with carelessness and recklessness. Though perplexed, the crowd responds with cheers, captivated by the exasperated Cannon's passion. Maddened and enraged, Johnny continues the assault on his lavish wardrobe, stomping the said assortment of clothes and accessories, the thud of his alligator shoes impacting them only seeming to make the Briton that much more incensed.
Johnny Cannon: YOU DON'T KNOW A GODDAMN THING! NEITHER DO I! NOT UNTIL RIGHT NOW, AT THIS VERY MOMENT, WHEN I'M SURROUNDED BY THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ALL OF THIS WORTH WHILE, BECAUSE ONLY UP UNTIL NOW, I'VE JUST BEEN HOPING AND WISHING, I've been banking on my confidence, believing it would open all the doors and take me to the promised land, and if you pilchards really believe you're untouchable, that means you're just like me, that means you're just like the man I used to be. That means you're about to be awakened in the rudest way possible, and that's been right under your noses like Bolivian marching powder! Keep sniffing that false sense of security, keep sniffing that naivety, because you're about go through a violent withdraw.
The sweaty, bare-chested Briton pauses, panting and panting before smiling, a confident, almost smug grin from ear to ear.
Johnny Cannon: I don't know a goddamn thing either. I'm as bloody delusional as the rest of you. I'm an effing head case like the rest of these Joe Bloggs. Every time I push back those velvet curtains, every time my bloody theme music plays, every time I march down that aisle, I don't know what's waiting for me at the end of it all. But now I do. Now I really know it all. LEGION, thanks to your interference, your mob-style muggings, I've finally come to the realization, the realization that I know everything. I realize what LEGION represents, and it's everything that I've hated about myself, everything I've despised about me from long before, the arrogance, the selfishness, the GOD complex, I swear on the Queen's crown and the Church of England that I hate THAT me. I hate it, the very idea that you have everything, yet when it all comes down to it, you have absolutely NOTHING!
Because I have it all! And that's everything I need, and everything you'll come to fear.
Johnny leans over, grabbing his smashed vintage sunglasses before nonchalantly placing them back onto his face. Those watching begin to cheer in unison as "Brainstorm" plays to the conclusion of his tirade. The Englishman tosses the mic into the corner, merely standing in the middle of the ring while the commentary team remains speechless and as silent as the 'b' in the word doubt. With a scowl on his face, Johnny poses with his usual two finger salute, and with that the gauntlet had been thrown down.
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