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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 13, 2015 21:43:04 GMT -6
We're backstage again, and Chuck Matthews is seen in the locker room of Zack Lifer. Chuck leans against the wall, hands shoved in his pockets, while Lifer paces angrily in front of him. Zack Lifer: And they left ME off the show? Can they do even do that? I mean, is that even legal? Chuck Matthews: I mean, yeah. Technically they can. Zack Lifer: I’m one of their biggest draws. Whether they like it or not, people watch this show to see ME, not...whatever run of the mill Japanese kid they pulled out of Tokyo. Chuck Matthews: You know, that may just be the attitude that got you off this show. Lifer pauses, and turns to Chuck, clearly ignoring him until this point. Zack Lifer: You spoke with Michelle earlier tonight. Chuck Matthews: Did I? Zack Lifer: I followed you. Saw you walk out of her office. Chuck Matthews: Oh. Well, that’s not creepy. Zack Lifer: What did she want? Chuck Matthews: Asking if I knew a good burger joint in San Diego. Lifer grits his teeth. Zack Lifer: Don’t dodge the question. What did you two talk about? You talked about me, didn't you? Chuck frowns. Chuck Matthews: You know, believe it or not, my entire world does not revolve around you. It’s not really your business what we were talking about- Zack Lifer: It’s exactly my business, especially if it’s concerning my place in this company! You’re supposed to be the mastermind here. How do I get out of this? Chuck Matthews: What, pissing off the higher ups? That’s not really part of my plan. Zack Lifer: You’ve done it before just fine. Chuck Matthews: I’m also not a bumbling idiot. You may have forgotten that part. Lifer steps threateningly towards Chuck. Zack Lifer: What are you saying? Chuck raises his hands in surrender. Chuck Matthews: Calm down, Chicken Little. I’ll think of something. In the meantime, you want my advice? Go apologize. Lifer stares incredulously at Chuck. Zack Lifer: Wait... Are you serious? Chuck Matthews: Why not? Couldn’t hurt, could it? You need to do some damage control. That’s my advice. But hey, do what you want. Makes no difference to me. Lifer narrows his eyes, glaring at Chuck. Zack Lifer: If this is some sort of game- Chuck Matthews: Then why would I be playing? What would I possibly have to gain from that? Chuck looks at Lifer, as though expecting a reply. Lifer grits his teeth, reading Chuck’s expression, looking for any sign that this all may be part of another convoluted plan. Finally, he seems satisfied with Chuck’s response. He shakes his head, muttering something inaudible under his breath, and storms out of the room. Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer is starting to get increasingly irritated with the state of events tonight, let alone the rather glib attitude of Chuck Matthews. Seth Ericson: So he's finally catching up to the rest of us with Chuck? Dick Morosi: Seems like it. Zack will be out here later tonight to apologize, but coming up next is a huge EXODUS Kingdom 2 featured match up! Mr. Hard Body Tsutomu Nishioka meets The New Hope Christian Kane, and that's next! Let's head to the ring! EXODUS VS. KJPW CHRISTIAN KANE vs. TSUTOMU NISHIOKAThe RIMAC arena gets a bit... PINK, all of a sudden. "THE SHOWDOWN" comes over the PA, and out comes two very suggestively dressed women... The "Special Lady Friends" of the man behind them... "Mr. Hard Body" Tsutomu Nishioka! Nishioka marches his way to the ring, one of his Lady Friends under each arm as they do so. As they get to the ring, the women hold the ring ropes open to let him in. Nishioka enters, striking a somewhat rude pose as the women rub all over his chest... David Zinkus: Representing Kingdom of Japan Pro Wrestling and introducing first! HE IS MR. HARD BODYYYYYYY, TSUTOMUUUUUUU NISHIOKAAAAAAAAA! All is well and good... until.... SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks. David Zinkus: AND HIS OPPONENT! REPRESENTING THE GOOD PEOPLE OF EXODUS PRO WRESTLING! HE IS THE NEW HOPE! THE HANDSOME DRIFTER! THE CANADIAN SUPERSTARRRRRRRR, CHRISTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN KAAAAAAAAANE! With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp, acknowledging certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. Christian stares at the ring, a stoic, focused expression that eventually turns into a smirk as Kane makes his way up the steps, the crowd cheering for him all the while over his music. From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more. After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. The bell rings, and Kane & Nishioka meet in center ring. Nishioka starts off by laughing in Kane's face, and flexes in a bodybuilding pose. The crowd doesn't exactly know what to think... and Kane doesn't either. Nevertheless, Kane decides to go along with it and does his own flex pose. The crowd cheers this one, and Nishioka feigns being impressed, before replying with another pose. The RIMAC crowd applauds once more. Kane at this point is between amused and bemused, decides to respond in kind... but as he does, Nishioka chops at Kane!! Nishioka chopping away at the #1 Contender to the EXODUS World Title... he throws Kane to the ropes, LARIAT SENDING KANE DOWN! Nishioka covers with a single foot, flexing as he does so! ONE! TWO! Kickout by Kane!! Nishioka picks Kane up into a side headlock, wrenching away at Kane. Kane manages to break free, pushing Nishioka to the ropes. Kane follows in, and gives NIshioka a knee to the midsection that makes Nishioka wince, and his Lady Friends look concerned. Kane uses this to lay out Nishioka, and into a jujigatame. Nishioka was too close to the ropes, however, and draped his foot over easily. That didn't stop Kane, who began stomping away at Mr. Hard Body, before landing an elbow drop to the back of the head. Kane covered! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT BY NISHIOKA!! Kane picks up Nishioka, trying to whip him into the corner, but Nishioka reverses! Kane hits the turnbuckles, and in comes Nishioka with MUSCLE EXPLOSION!! Kane looks woozy! Nishioka climbs to the second turnbuckle, and unleashes a 10-punch flurry on Kane's head! Kane looked like he couldn't take much more, but in desperation, managed to shove Nishioka off the top rope! Nishioka hit the canvas! Kane climbs... TOP ROPE MOONSAU-- NO!! NISHIOKA GETS HIS KNEES UP!! Nishioka gets up, and FLEXES over Kane, before picking him up... Nishioka lifts Kane up into a vertical suplex position, and then SQUATS, STILL HOLDING KANE! Nishioka on the return.... but Kane fights his way out of it! No Tsutomu Buster, but Kane! On his way down! THE SHOCKER!! Nishioka goes down! Cover! ONE! TWO! NISHIOKA REVERSES INTO A SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWOOOOO NO! KANE KICKS OUT! BOTH MEN ON THEIR FEET! They're chopping away at one another like mad! This has gotten personal!! WAIT! WHAT'S THIS! NISHIOKA'S LADY FRIENDS ARE DISTRACTING THE REF! NISHIOKA WITH A LOW BLOW!! Kane doubles over, and Nishioka puts Kane's head between his legs! Nishioka lifts Kane into position for MUSCLE FALLS... BUT KANE HITS TWO BOOTS TO THE SIDE OF NISHIOKA'S HEAD! Nishioka loses his grip! Kane rolls out of Muscle Falls.... SSK! SUPER SEXY KICK! NISHIOKA IS DOWN!! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE!!!! *DING DING* WINNER: Christian KaneDick Morosi: He's done it! Two weeks away from his ladder match with Christian Kane, he puts down Mr. Hard Body himself! Seth Ericson: Listen to that ovation the crowd is giving him! This audience is firmly behind Christian Kane! Dick Morosi: He's shown the world that he's not coming to do anything less than leave World Champion, Seth. Take your victory lap, Christian! We've got Tom Matheny standing by with a Jimmy Riley-free Fiona Collins.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 13, 2015 21:36:57 GMT -6
We go backstage to the locker room, where intrepid tech intern Ginny Gerrard is standing outside the door. After checking her phone, Ginny knocks on the door and pokes her head in. Ginny Gerrard: Hey, Anderson, you in here? Anderson Cobalt picks his head up, but does not turn around to look at Ginny, continuing to make last minute-preparations before his match against Jet Jaguar. Anderson Cobalt: Yeah. Where else would I be? Ginny Gerrard: I dunno, pacing back and forth behind the curtain? Cobalt lets out a long sigh, a common thing when dealing with the Storm family. Anderson Cobalt: What do you need me for, Ginny? Ginny Gerrard: I’ve got something for you. Anderson Cobalt: So wait till after my match. Ginny grins knowingly. Ginny Gerrard: I’m pretty sure you’ll want to see this before you go out there. Anderson Cobalt: ...You know I’m not really big on surprises, right? Suddenly, a familiar blonde appears in the doorway, leaning on a cane with one knee wrapped in a black brace. She smiles brightly at Cobalt, looking far better than she did the last time she was on television. Jennifer Smith: Not even one like this? At the sound of her voice, Anderson finally turns around and gets up off the bench, meeting his girlfriend as she walks into the locker room. With her job done, Ginny leaves the two of them and goes back up to the booth, smiling to herself. Cobalt looks confused at his girlfriend’s appearance. Anderson Cobalt: I thought… Jennifer Smith: Yeah, I got out this morning, so I figured I’d come and cheer you on in person! And what comes to Cobalt’s face then is the biggest smile anyone has ever seen on the face of RW’s self-proclaimed Ace. Anderson Cobalt: Thanks for being here. Jennifer Smith: Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Now go show them what an Ace can do. I’ll be front row center in Section B if you need a little extra inspiration during the match. She laughs and they embrace, sharing a brief kiss before they head out of the locker room together and we're back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: That looks like a happy Ace, Seth. Seth Ericson: Of course he's happy, this didn't involve blood chocolate! Dick Morosi: Let's hope it's lifted his spirits enough to face one of the best Juniors on the planet, Seth. Anderson Cobalt meets KJPW's Jet Jaguar, and it's next! Take it away, Zinkus! KJPW VS. (R)EVOLUTION JUNIORS JET JAGUAR vs. ANDERSON COBALTDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… The RIMAC lights dim as the "I Want It All/We Will Rock You" mashup from Queen & Armageddon starts, leaving the crowd to have a surprisingly positive reaction at what's coming next! Can't stop it Can't stop it Can't stop it The world's in my pocket Can't stop it Can't stop it Can't stop it I want to profit...
You got what I want And I need it right now Give it to me baby I don't care how! The camera comes back to the entrance as his namesake shade of blue and yellow lights start flashing around the entrance as Anderson Cobalt begins to make his way to the ring. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Yuma, Arizona...weighing in at 195 pounds and representing (R)Evolution Wrestling...HE IS ANDERSONNNNNNNNNNNNN COBAAAAAALT! Cobalt continues to make his way to the ring, surprising fans by responding to a few requests to slap hands by doing so. He reaches the end of the stage and quickly jogs to the side of the ring, going to the side where the infamous #SectionB sits. He hops one knee up onto the barrier to best lean in and begin slapping hands with the group, before embracing his girlfriend. They share a quick kiss as the crowd cheers this before Cobalt hops back down. Getting into the ring, he slowly starts to pull on the ropes to prepare himself, waiting for his opponent! Dick Morosi: Cobalt is looking as focused as ever and given the rollercoaster this young man has been through in (R)Evolution Wrestling, you have got to believe he’s ready to take some of the frustrations he’s had over the past few months out on Jet Jaguar tonight. Seth Ericson: He’s got the woman who may have outright crippled one of our staff members with her pipe in Yukiko Hojo down the road, but tonight, this match is something that Anderson Cobalt can make his case that he should have also been a part of the Best of the Super Juniors tournament that KJPW just recently had. “Honoo no Jaguar” blasts across the PA system, white lights swirling around the RIMAC as the roar of a jaguar is heard before kicking into the main part of the song, smoke emanating from the entrance as Jet Jaguar makes his appearance through it, posing and playing out for the fans who give the KJPW star a loud roar of approval as he’s clad in a full-fledged attire that makes him look like a member of KISS, guitar included. The “HERO no yume” plays a few sweet riffs with his guitar prop for the fans at the RIMAC before tossing the guitar aside and immediately taking off on a run down the ramp and slides into the ring, doing a cartwheel off the mat and jumping on to the second rope right after that, shouting out in excitement at the EXODUS Pro faithful as they cheer him further before Jet Jaguar hops off the rope and does the same on the opposite side of the ring. Once finished, Jaguar takes to his corner, removing his special gear brought out for entrance purposes and looks ready to go. David Zinkus: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown...weighing in tonight at two hundred and seven pounds, representing KINGDOM OF JAPAN PRO WRESTLING...JEEEET...JAAAAAGUARRRRRR!!!!!!!!! Dick Morosi: And here’s one of Japan’s most accomplished Jr. Heavyweights and we definitely saw something special from Jet Jaguar as he makes his debut here in the United States with a little something special here for our EXODUS Pro fans. Seth Ericson: He may be the third Jet Jaguar, but he’s been trained by the original one, Kazuma Fujita and Jason Ramsey...Cobalt better not focus here or otherwise he might get embarrassed in his own turf. The bell rings and both men begin to circle around each other before a quick elbow-to-collar tie-up where Cobalt gains the advantage and takes Jet Jaguar down with ease with a headlock snapmare, putting his amateur wrestling experience to good use as he keeps Jaguar grounded...Jaguar attempts to escape but Cobalt keeps him steady and does not allow him to move, even putting enough weight to where both of Jaguar’s shoulders are down for the count: ONE! TW- Jaguar throws the right shoulder up and gradually begins to work back to a vertical base, flipping over in an impressive display of athleticism and finally escaping Cobalt’s headlock hold, placing him in a hammerlock and as Cobalt goes for a back elbow to get him out, Jet Jaguar ducks under it, hooking both arms around Anderson Cobalt’s waist before lifting him over and connecting with a northern lights suplex, in which he bridges: ONE! TW- But it’s still rather early and Cobalt kicks out. Both men return to their feet and as Jaguar runs at Cobalt, the self-proclaimed “Ace” of (R)Evolution Wrestling sidesteps it and pushes Jet Jaguar forward towards the ropes. As Jaguar returns, Cobalt lowers his upper body as if for a backdrop but Jet shows off some agility as he rolls off of Cobalt’s back and keeps running the ropes. On the second run around, Anderson manages to grab on to him for a tilt-a-whirl but Jaguar has other plans as he uses the momentum to connect with a headscissors takedown from the tilt-a-whirl position. As Jaguar stands up to his feet again, he doesn’t hesitate to get on the attack as he throws a right leg kick that’s parried by Cobalt, then another one that gets blocked again before Jet decides to go low with a leg sweep that’s jumped over by Anderson. Seeing an open window, Cobalt fires back with a left roundhouse of his own that does get blocked and pushed aside by Jaguar before Cobalt feints a leg kick and uses the fact that Jaguar bit on the feint to close in the distance and outright clock him with a right hand, causing the KJPW representative to fall to the mat and look over in absolute shock at the sudden closed fist while the EXODUS Pro faithful applaud the exchange. Dick Morosi: What an opening to this match and Cobalt may have the psychological advantage after outright DRILLING Jet Jaguar with that right. Seth Ericson: The punch had impact but it sent the message loud and clear...you’re in our turf, Jaguar and we don’t always play nice. Welcome to EXODUS Pro. Anderson screams out that he is the ACE around these parts and for Jaguar to start taking notice, but the KJPW masked hero doesn’t seem to be as shaken up about it perhaps due to his experience as he stands up and begins to circle the ring again. He brings his hand up slowly, as if offering a test of strength for Anderson Cobalt to take in which the self-proclaimed Ace is ready to oblige...except he ends up getting a sharp kick right to the chest before he can interlock fingers with Jaguar. Jet Jaguar begins to fire off a series of kicks to the chest and even the legs of Anderson to keep him at bay before reeling back and connecting with a right hand to Cobalt’s jaw that sends the ace to the mat and rolling out of the ring to recover from the sudden onslaught. As Anderson grabs on to the jaw and his eyes are averted from the ring, Jet Jaguar immediately runs to the opposite ropes and gets some speed before reaching his original departing spot and jumping over the top rope and right onto Cobalt with a tope suicida that sends the crowd in the RIMAC bonkers, rooting for the incredible display of athleticism by the KJPW rep. Jaguar is quick to get back up, throwing a fist in the air and letting out a war cry as he grabs on to Cobalt and tosses him back in the ring before hopping on the apron. He quickly makes his way up to the top rope, waiting for Anderson Cobalt to shake off the cobwebs and rise to his feet. Once he does, Jet Jaguar dives off the top rope, throwing in a corkscrew of sorts as he extends his body out and catches the self-proclaimed (R)Evo Ace with a crossbody, keeping the lateral press afterward: ONE! TWO!!!!! TH- But Cobalt kicks out. Jaguar glances at the referee who is holding two fingers, nodding and then making his way out the ropes and onto the apron, grabbing on to the top rope and making sure it’s firm while he waits for Cobalt to stand up again. Once the “Ace” is back to a vertical position, the “HERO no yume” springboards onto the top rope and jumps across the ring...RIGHT INTO A FREAKING CUTTER cOUNTER FROM ANDERSON COBALT! The crowd is in absolute shock and awe of the impact that Cobalt’s gotten that some of them even forget to count along at the pinfall attempt: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE- BUT JET JAGUAR GETS THE SHOULDER UP IN TIME! Dick Morosi: The action here is absolutely FURIOUS but nowhere near as much as that cutter Jet Jaguar just took! Seth Ericson: That was an INSANE counter to the springboard dive that Jaguar was planning and Anderson nearly capitalized on it. But now, the so-called Ace has a chance to prove his name isn’t just something he throws around. Cobalt looks almost astounded at the referee that the cutter didn’t end it right there and then. There’s a bit of an argument between the two parties before Anderson groaned and returned his focus onto Jet Jaguar, who was finally starting to stir back to his senses. To his credit, Cobalt didn’t waste any time to grab on to the KJPW representative, hooking him up and connecting with a crisp snap suplex in which he held on, flipping over and giving Jaguar a vertical one to further accentuate the damage before he finally lets go, turning Jaguar over on his belly as to allow him to expose the back area of the KJPW masked fighter. Cobalt starts with stomps but then begins to throw in some elbows to boot on the back of Jet Jaguar before standing him up and irish whipping him into the ropes. This time around on the rebound, Cobalt catches Jaguar in full and nails him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker in which the loud scream of the Japanese wrestler is heard after he crashes back down to the mat. Anderson immediately goes for the pinfall attempt, shoving his forearm across Jaguar’s face while hooking the other leg: ONEEEEEE!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! TH- But Jet Jaguar shows his resilience by kicking out of the predicament. Slapping his hand against the mat, Cobalt stands up and there’s not a look of amusement on his face as he walks over to referee D'Artis Johnson and argues the count, to which referee Johnson stands his ground and says that it was a two and to stop trying to argue every single count possible with him. Cobalt screams that’s the Ace around these parts, yet again, and as he turns around...he’s rolled right into a schoolboy: ONEEEEEE!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! TH- Cobalt manages to kick out from the surprise pinfall attempt and before Jaguar can try to gather himself from the sudden pinfall attempt, Anderson stuns him with a knee to the gut and proceeds to smoothly transition it into an inverted headlock backbreaker that sends the KJPW representative back down to the mat screaming out, left hand holding on to his back...although to the self-proclaimed Ace’s credit, he follows through on it by returning his focus to Jet Jaguar, standing him up and then doing something rather unorthodox...putting him in a bearhug submission. Dick Morosi: And outside of that surprise roll-up, it has been ALL Cobalt lately in this match and he has been working on Jet Jaguar’s back through a majority of the match. Seth Ericson: Normally with somebody of Jet Jaguar’s speed, you’d almost think Cobalt would have considered going after one of his legs still but causing havoc on the thing that holds up the entirety of your body isn’t a terrible idea either. Referee D’Artis Johnson asks Jet Jaguar if he wants to give up, but Jaguar shakes his head while holding on to his marbles for dear life as Cobalt continues to keep the bearhug tightened up, determined to use it as a way to make the KJPW representative submit. But just as Cobalt tries to elevate Jaguar up a little off the ground to apply more pressure, Jaguar finds his opportunity to escape as he does something a little uncharacteristic by throwing a wild elbow right across Anderson Cobalt’s face...which, of course, finds the forehead and temple, the tip of the elbow almost slashing across it and forces the self-proclaimed Ace to break the hold. However, as Jaguar does his best to make it to the ropes and begins to use them as a means to help him stand, the referee is knelt down by Anderson Cobalt whose eyes are widened as his left hand touches his temple and he (and the cameras) see a trickle of blood. As Cobalt realizes he’s been busted open the hard way, it seems like something else comes out from him as he marches across the ring, kicking him right in the chest with a high kick and then irish whipping him furiously towards the opposing turnbuckle...but as Cobalt runs towards the opposing turnbuckle, Jet Jaguar uses a sudden jolt of agility to basically get out of dodge by going through the middle and top ropes, letting Cobalt’s running splash taste nothing but turnbuckle, his head smacking against the top one and opening up the small wound some more. As the self-proclaimed (R)Evo Ace takes a few steps back and clutches his chest, Jaguar grits his teeth and hops on to the top rope, springboarding off of it and connecting with a leg lariat on Cobalt. As the EXODUS Pro faithful cheer for the high octane display, Jaguar stands up a little more gingerly than what he’s used to, smacking his lower back twice to make sure it won’t give out on him as Cobalt is standing back up. Jaguar catches him with a pair of open chops before grabbing on to Cobalt’s left hand, running up the top rope and hopping off of it, using the momentum for a lucha-styled arm drag that sends Anderson back to the mat. As Anderson Cobalt rises to his feet again, Jet Jaguar is there to greet the self-proclaimed (R)Evo Ace with a vicious one-two kicking combination to the legs, ending with a kneeling thrust kick to the face that floors Cobalt and seems to further accentuate the blood coming out of his face now, a trickle of it running down his face. Motioning with both hands across the air that he’s looking to finish it, the RIMAC Arena rises in anticipation as Jet Jaguar picks up Anderson Cobalt and places his head in between his legs, grabbing on to his waist and lifting him up in the air before beginning to spin around a few times, each spin building up the crowd’s anticipation before he sits out, connecting with a thunderous powerbomb in the process and keeping it bridged up as referee D’Artis Johnson slides into position to count it: Dick Morosi: SPIRAL BOMB! SHADES OF THE ORIGINAL JET JAGUAR SHOZI SUZUKI AND NOW THE COVER! ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seth Ericson: ...NO! COBALT GOT OUT JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! And now it’s Jet Jaguar who is in absolute awe as he lets go of the bridge and glances at the referee, who once again, is holding two fingers. Dick Morosi: The Spiral Bomb has put away a LOT of opponents for Jet Jaguar over the years and the fact that Anderson Cobalt kicked out of it is absolutely remarkable! Seth Ericson: Aces rise to the occasion, Dick. We’ve seen so many times with Fiona Collins over her career, perhaps we’re starting to see just that with young Anderson Cobalt right now. The crowd is on their feet for the display of guts from Anderson Cobalt as he’s turned over on his belly, reaching out and looking to make his way to the ropes, to find a way to get himself back to his feet as Jet Jaguar stands up and for a moment, he just observes the young man’s struggle before returning to meet him, deciding to put an end to it as he picks him up off his feet and brings him towards the corner, attempting a scoop slam...WHICH IS REVERSED INTO A SMALL PACKAGE ROLL-UP BY COBALT: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE- BUT JET JAGUAR KICKS OUT! As Jaguar makes his way back to his feet, he observes Anderson Cobalt get back up with an extra “oomph!” to his steps as the self-proclaimed Ace bolts towards the “HERO no yume” and attempts to take his head off with a good old fashioned Japanese-style lariat in desperation but Jet Jaguar sees through the attempt, ducking under it...and as Anderson turns back around, he gets caught flush in the head with a roundhouse kick from Jet Jaguar which is then followed by a quick, painful-looking fisherman’s buster from Jaguar. But instead of a cover, Jaguar glances down at Cobalt...and then at the top rope. Jet grabs Cobalt’s left arm and leg and drags him a little closer to the nearby turnbuckle before ascending it gradually, the crowd at the RIMAC’s excitement at a fever pitch as Jet Jaguar rose to the top rope and steadied himself before coming off of it spectacularly with a twisting somersault guillotine drop right onto Anderson Cobalt! Dick Morosi: JAGUAR SPECIAL!!!! Seth Ericson: And Jet Jaguar got every bit of it! Jet quickly made the cover, making sure to hook both of Anderson’s legs for good measure on it: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bell rings as “Honoo no Jaguar” begins to play over the PA system again and Jet Jaguar gradually stands back to his feet, referee D’Artis Johnson checking up on him as David Zinkus makes the announcement. David Zinkus: Here is your winner...JEEEET...JAGUAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!!!! WINNER: Jet JaguarThe referee raises Jet Jaguar’s arm in the air and he takes the time to bask in the adulation of the EXODUS Pro fans while the camera focuses on Anderson Cobalt slowly sitting up as the referee comes to check up on him, motioning for a towel to get the blood cleaned up as the self-proclaimed Ace realizes what happened and can’t help but to curse under his breath in both pain and frustration, a fist pounding the mat as Jaguar makes his way out of the ring, making sure to slap hands with a few fans in the process of his victory. Dick Morosi: The veteran Jet Jaguar comes out victorious and KJPW gets one under their belt, but take nothing away from Anderson Cobalt...he brought the fight to Jet Jaguar tonight and for my money, it won’t be very long until this young man is at a level where he could very well seal the deal against a veteran like this one. Seth Ericson: Anderson Cobalt is one of the prized jewels at (R)Evolution Wrestling and soon enough, he’s going to be headlines out here in EXODUS Pro and making his mark...tough one for him today, but it’s a live and learn kind of world here and I think the young man is better for it tonight. Dick Morosi: Wow Seth, that’s rather insightful for you… Seth Ericson: Bite me, Dick. The cameras go on elsewhere as the last shot we see is one of Cobalt standing back up to his feet and getting a standing ovation from the RIMAC Arena on the basis of his performance. On that shot, we go backstage for a special moment with someone. Standing alone in the parking garage of the RIMAC Arena, Justin Brooks leans against steel rollup door, that sections off part of the arena for various purposes throughout the night. In his right hand, he holds the one that that has set him ablaze in Exodus Pro and had other trembling when they stepped into the ring with him. And that was the Exodus Pro International Championship. Justin Brooks: Do you know what happens when you stare into the eyes of a Monster? It stares back at you. Deep in that abyss, deep in that darkness where He dwells, He stands there waiting and wanting more. For weeks, I’ve been listening to you over and over again, Savannah, repeating the same drivel about how you’re better than me in every aspect of the word, in every aspect of the business. Saying that you’re a better wrestler than I. But yet IT WAS ME, who walked out with the International Championship still around my waist. Justin points to himself, poking himself hard into the chest of his hooded frame. Justin Brooks: But yet IT WAS ME, who put your shoulders to the mat for the three count. He points to himself once again before looking down at the golden faceplate of the International title before staring deep into the camera once again. Justin Brooks: And you still have the nerve, the audacity to cry my name as if you’ve done something special. You’re nothing but a coward. Hiding behind a bad attitude, hiding behind attacks from behind because we all know that when stepped to face to face, you don’t have the minerals to get the job done. And we know this not from what was said...but from what was seen. June 8th… The screen fades to The War Isn’t Over Yet in San Diego… ...we fade back to the International Champion. Justin Brooks: And yet, you still continue to grandstand...continue to posture...continue primp and pamper as if you’ve accomplished something. Behind every little attack from behind, behind every little word you speak, your debt will continue to grow. The interest will continue to compound on itself over and over and over again. And when the bell rings, I will collect on every misdeed, on every single misstep, on every misword that has come out of your mouth until there is nothing left. And then...AND ONLY THEN...will you see that Justin Brooks isn’t the man that you think he is. You see this… Justin holds up the International Championship in his large, heavily taped hand. Justin Brooks: And you think it’s ripe for the taking? You want to think that you have what it takes to take this from me without realizing the hell I had to go through to get it? Strangely enough, Justin only smiled softly as a chuckle passed his lips. Justin Brooks: But why would you? You don’t know what it took for me to get this far, you just see the end result...you just see the prize and fail to realize the pain, the suffering, the sacrifice and the price that had to be paid to get this far, to earn the right to be called the Exodus Pro International Champion. But no worries, Savannah...you will...you’ll come to understand it all and when you finally comes to grips with you come to the realization that the price is too great, even with the debt that you continue to accrue. I proved to you once before that you don’t have what it takes to beat a Monster, but instead of taking your lumps as a lesson learned, you want to step into the my world once more and test your mettle once again. Well then, so be it. I would more than happy to oblige but realize that, when it’s all said and done, you’re lying broken and beaten in the middle of the ring… ...you did it to yourself. Monsters are real, Savannah, they are VERY REAL indeed and the ones who stand right in front of you are the worst of them all.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 13, 2015 21:10:30 GMT -6
After all that, Go now leaves the office of Michelle Collins, where the current tenant sits behind her desk, a rather sizeable stack of papers in front of her. Across her stands an appearing Chuck Matthews, who, as usual, looks painfully bored, despite the evident look of frustration on Michelle's face. Michelle Collins: You're awfully smug about all of this, aren't you. Chuck shrugs. Chuck Matthews: All part of the- Michelle Collins: Say "plan" and you're suspended for the next month. Chuck says nothing, but smiles to himself. Michelle Collins: Can you be serious for one minute? Chuck's smile vanishes, and he returns his attention to her. Michelle Collins: I hope you realize, I stuck my neck out for you, even with all the things you've done against my family, and- no, don't speak, listen. Chuck closes his mouth, as he was about to do exactly that. Michelle Collins: And I continue to stick my neck out for you, all because you told me when I first brought you in that you had this under control. You absolutely do NOT have this under control. Things have gotten worse since you came around. Do I need to remind you what will happen if you deliberately go against our deal? Chuck, who for a moment has been fascinated on a fixed point somewhere on the ceiling, looks to Michelle, as though he's just noticed she's there. Chuck Matthews: You're awfully tense. Have you tried yoga? Michelle buries her face in her hands. Chuck takes the opportunity to continue. Chuck Matthews: I told you right from the beginning, when this all started. I'm very good at what I do. I know what I'm doing- Michelle Collins: I'm not seeing RESULTS, Matthews. And especially with your behavior as of late, I find it increasingly difficult to approve of your methods. Chuck Matthews: You don't need to approve of them. You agreed to this. 'Doesn't play well with others,' remember? Michelle frowns. Chuck Matthews: Anyway. I’ve got it under control. No need to worry your little head about it. Now will that be all? Michelle looks down at the papers in front of her. Michelle Collins: There is one more thing I wanted to discuss with you. About this show. She leans forward to talk, and the show cuts to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Chuck Matthews. Seth Ericson: Why does he have to be a thing? Dick Morosi: I ask that so many times. But you know what, we don’t have to think about Chuck Matthews, because it’s time for our next match! Kohei Obata gets another shot at a member of the Pantheon, as he takes on the recently christened Hermes, Daniel Lanning! Seth Ericson: I hope Okasa beats his ass in. Dick Morosi: Obata. Seth Ericson: Whatever. David! Do your job! David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a KJPW vs. (R)Evolution showcase! Introducing first… “Stronger” by Daft Punk & Kanye West begins to play over the speakers as Kohei Obata appears on stage. The applause is respectable, more people knowing him now compared to last ExPro on FX thanks to his match against Strike. He bows to the crowd before walking down the ramp. David Zinkus: From Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at 225lbs and representing FIGHTING LOVE, Kohei! OBATAAAAAAA! Dick Morosi: There are some BIG expectations behind Obata. Singled out as the future by Genji Yamato, he’s been impressive so far. Seth Ericson: Not impressive enough, if you ask me. He still needs some W’s. Dick Morosi: Soon, I expect. Obata enters the ring, retreating to the far corner to wait for the match to begin. David Zinkus: And his opponent… My sound we come to take over M.C. you better look over your shoulder! As the intro for "Nobody" by Skindred starts, the crowd turns to the entrance to give a decidedly negative reaction for RW's resident mercenary, Daniel Lanning! Having his jacket rolled up to his elbows, he comes down to the ring taping up his wrists as he nods his head to the music. David Zinkus: From San Diego, California, weighing in tonight at 213lbs, representing the PANTHEON! He is Daniel LANNINNNNNNGGGGGG! Daniel enters the ring and moves to the center of the ring, looking straight into the camera as his boot starts slamming the mat a few times before it looks like he's aiming an imaginary gun at the camera, looking like he's pulling the trigger at the sound of a heavy beat during the chorus! Dick Morosi: It’s been some time since Lanning was on an actual EXODUS show. His last appearance was two PPVs ago when, at Repitition of Hatred, he unsuccessfully challenged for the (R)Evolution Wrestling title. Seth Ericson: Keyword: unsuccessfully. That’s all Lanning’s ever done is come up short! When he lost to Jaina at Repetition and vanished after, I thought we were finally rid of some dead weight! Dick Morosi: It seemed that way, until he finally reappeared, knocking out Vivienne Robichaud so Venus could win the RW Orange County championship, joining the Pantheon. Seth Ericson: The worst. Lanning turns and meets Obata’s eyes from across the ring, the two giving each other the once-over before the bell. Dick Morosi: Tiniest of differences between these two here. Lanning has an inch on Obata, and Obata has about 15 pounds on Lanning. But Obata is a full 9 years younger than Lanning. Seth Ericson: Youth’s good! Hope it lets him win! Dick Morosi: Youth is good, sure, but Lanning is a fighter, plain and simple. He can do proper wrestling moves, but his main power is in his fists. Obata’s going to want to take him down early and keep him down, because as long as they’re both standing, Lanning has all the power. Seth Ericson: Then take the power! Wreck him! Back in the ring, Obata steps toward Lanning and extends a hand to him. Dick Morosi: Obata trying to show respect here. Seth Ericson: And Lanning responding to it by just shaking his head at him! Guess Lanning doesn’t want to waste time on respect. Obata frowns at Lanning’s reaction, but he does not let it affect him as the bell rings to start the match. FIGHTING LOVE VS. (R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING KOHEI OBATA vs. DANIEL LANNINGThe two lockup, and Obata immediately starts to try to push Lanning back, struggling to get a good grip on the older man to execute something. But Lanning responds to it by beginning to throw knees up into Obata’s mid-section that seem to do some damage, as he releases his part of the lockup and seems to double over a bit. Lanning goes to grab him, only for Obata to shock him by suddenly springing up, wrapping his arms around Lanning’s mid-section and belly to belly suplexing him to the mat! Lanning Obata begins to approach Lanning to resume, but Lanning suddenly throws a jab, making Obata quickly step back. Lanning surges forward while Obata steps back, grabbing Obata and hooking an arm behind his head, giving Obata a snap suplex to the mat. Lanning springs up and immediately drives a boot into the ribs of Obata, flipping him onto his stomach with the force of it. He grabs Obata by the head and pulls him to his feet, slamming his fist into the side of the young man several times before elbowing him in the back of the head, sending him back down to the mat. Lanning again kicks him in the ribs, flipping him onto his back. He grabs Obata by the head and sits him up before taking a run at the ropes, coming back ready to throw the Deadshot PK kick and end this early, only for Obata to manage to break out of the daze he was in and fall to his back, leaving Lanning kicking thin air! Obata reaches up and grabs Lanning, rolling him up! 1...kickout! Seth Ericson: Obata was lucky! If that kick woulda hit, he’d be going back to Japan a laughing stock! Dick Morosi: Exaggeration aside, you’re right, Obata was lucky there. Now both men are to their feet, coming at one another and-Lanning with a knee to the gut! He’s got Obata by the hair and smashes his face with a facebreaker knee smash, sending the Prince of FIGHTING LOVE stumbling! Seth Ericson: COME ON KID, GET BACK IN THIS! Dick Morosi: He can’t hear you, Seth! Lanning’s got Obata where he wants him, Obata’s stunned, he’s going for him. Picks Obata up, got him on his shoulders! Obata’s stun’s wearing off, he’s starting to struggle, but it’s not enough! AGENT X TO OBATA! Seth Ericson: Damn damn damn! Lanning with the cover! 1… 2… Obata kicks out! Seth Ericson: Yes! Dick Morosi: Obata showing he’s not going to go down easy, kicking out of one of Lanning’s bigger moves! Quick to his feet, Lanning grabs Obata as he starts to get up, and yanks him up himself. He whips Obata into the ropes, throwing a clothesline as Obata comes back, only for Obata to duck under! He hits the ropes and comes back at Lanning, only for Lanning to grab him before he can do anything, lifting him up and spinebustering him! He comes up, ready to continue, grabbing Obata once more and pulling him up. He rears back to elbow him, but Obata shocks Lanning by headbutting him! Lanning is briefly stunned, allowing Obata to catch hold of Lanning’s left wrist and immediately begins to lift it up, turning himself around before slamming the wrist down against Obata’s shoulder. Lanning’s face twists with pain, Obata using that moment of pain to twist himself around, Lanning now finding his arm twisted around behind himself. He tries to struggle but before he really can, Obata’s leg wraps around Lanning’s and pulls it off the ground, sending Lanning falling forward. Obata goes with him, dropping onto Lanning’s back while still keeping hold of his wrist, and begins to wrench the arm. Dick Morosi: Obata’s learned well from Yamato! He’s trying to take away Lanning’s most powerful weapon: The Taskmaster! Seth Ericson: But he’s gotta keep Lanning down long enough for it to work though. Dick Morosi: He’s gotta hope he can. Lanning is trying to find a way to freedom, eventually beginning to rock his body, forcing Obata to focus more on keeping on him than on furiously working his arm. This shift in focus lets Lanning move just enough to get a foot onto the ropes, and the referee is forced to make the break. The two are quickly enough back on their feet, and Obata’s looking confident. But that confident look quickly turns to shock as Lanning suddenly charges him, slamming his shoulder into Obata and knocking him down to the mat! Obata finds his body now being pelted with nasty stomps, Lanning battering him with his boot for a few moments before desisting that to grab Obata and pull him to his feet. Obata is slightly dazed from the constant shifting from standing to laying to stomped on to standing, and that lets Lanning begin to throw rapid fire punches at Obata’s stomach and chest, battering Obata with his right but something seems off about the left punches... Seth Ericson: Is that suppose to be the, whazzit called, Lady Shiva? Dick Morosi: I think you’re right, the combo of blows that sets up the Taskmaster, but...those punches don’t seem to be doing as much as they normally would. I think the work Obata did on Lanning’s left arm has paid off. He’s taken out the threat of the Taskmaster! Seth Ericson: Now he’s just got to take advantage and shut the Pantheon up! Dick Morosi: Lanning going for a gut blow now an-oh! Obata managed to catch it! Got a hold of the hand, he’s spun around behind Lanning now. German Suplex, bridging it! 1… 2… Lanning kicks out! Dick Morosi: Close but so far. Obata showing why Yamato has him pegged as the future, but he still hasn’t been able to put Lanning away. Seth Ericson: He’s gotta get something done. Dick Morosi: He does. He’s on his feet, he’s grabbed Lanning and is pulling him to his feet, and no-elbow from Lanning! Hit Obata right on the chin! Seth Ericson: Kid looked stunned! All well and good for Lanning, but he can’t finish him off with that dumb punch of his so what now? Wait why is he spinn-CHRIST! Dick Morosi: A ROLLING TASKMASTER TO OBATA! Seth Ericson: Shit! Shit shit! Obata looks out of it! Dick Morosi: Lanning didn’t have enough power in his arm to deliver the Taskmaster KO normally, do he rolled it for more power to make up for the weakness! Unbelievable! Seth Ericson: Lanning’s covering Obata! 1… 2…. 3!! David Zinkus: Here is your winner, DANIEL LANNING! WINNER: Daniel LanningSeth Ericson: Damn it! Dick Morosi: You can be mad about a Pantheon member winning all you want, Seth, but Lanning pulled this one off clean! Obata took the Taskmaster away, and he improvised on the fly. A Rolling Taskmaster. I’m scared to think what that could do to someone if Lanning’s at full power. Seth Ericson: It’d hurt. Dick Morosi: ...astute. But even though he lost, Obata should be commended. He put in his best effort, and he looks great. You can see why Genji put faith in him. Seth Ericson: Still woulda been nice if he actually beat him. Dick Morosi: Of course. “Nobody” begins to blare as Lanning’s fist is raised, as Obata slowly regains his senses and gets to his feet. Lanning turns to face him, and Obata once again extends a hand. And, again, Lanning just shakes his head and waves him off, dismissing him as the crowd boos him for not showing respect to someone that should have earned it. Obata frowns, but exits the ring, as Lanning raises his fist in victory once again. Dick Morosi: That’s a shame. Obata deserves Lanning’s respect after that showing. Well, regardless, I know many of our fans will now be keeping their eyes on Obata and his progress. Star in the making. We’ll be back in a few for our next match, as (R)Evolution’s would-be Ace, Anderson Cobalt, takes on the Junior Ace of KJPW, Jet Jaguar! But first, we’re heading backstage to hear from the RW champ, Carey Caldwell! We cut backstage, and sitting in one of the stairwells is Carey Caldwell. With the camera pointing upward toward him, Siobhan Mahoney standing behind him while he remains seated and holding the (R)Evolution World Title, it's clear the man who dubbed himself "The Son of Disaster" has something to say. Carey Caldwell: When I call myself The Last of My Kind, it's not because I want a t-shirt. It's because there's no one left like me anymore. Guys like me aren't fit for pro wrestling, gunslingers that aren't afraid of winning ugly. We had one, and we had one of the best in Jonathan Collins. And EXODUS has had some damn fine gunslingers like Andreas Lasiewicz and Gabriel Gambino. They're gone now, and that leaves me. But that's not important. What's important tonight is the fact that I'm here and I'm going to live up to those expectations of those gunslingers tonight when I go one on one with Norihiro Akashi. See, I have to admit that ever since they announced this, I've been chomping at the bit for one reason: HATE. See, I know what HATE did to my sister Evie. I know what HATE tried to do to the people I love. I know that HATE tried to get their hands in the Coalition/New Eden pie that I just spent the past year of my life trying to exterminate. So if you're asking me if this match means anything to me, it does. More importantly, it means something to me because I know the score here. Norihiro Akashi was promised a better future. He was supposed to be an Ace. He was supposed to be KJPW's future, something that's been anointed to my dude Shinji now. He's a man fighting for his future, because he doesn't want to lose it. And that's where him and I differ. He had a future. And he has a future that he's fighting to keep and fighting to cling to. Me? I don't have a future, or at least I didn't until a few months ago. This belt? This prestige? It's everything, and it's given me one shot to hold onto a future that wasn't promised to me. Do you really think I'm going down swinging? Carey shakes his head as he looks down a moment before looking up in the camera. Carey Caldwell: Tonight, Akashi, I don't come to you as a main roster hopeful. Tonight, I put the hopes and dreams of everyone in (R)Evolution Wrestling on my back. Tonight, I show my boys in the War Machines that we're going somewhere. Tonight, I show Angelina Fantastica that she doesn't have to be afraid of her future! Tonight, I show EVERYONE IN THIS BUILDING THAT I AM THE (R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION AND MY FUTURE IS MY OWN! This my future, and you can't take it from me! While you fight for your future, I'm fighting just to have one! Carey stands up, holding the title out to the camera before pulling back and throwing it over his shoulder. Carey Caldwell: Tonight, you can expect...to get wrecked, courtesy of the Son of Disaster. Tonight, Norihiro Akashi...you find out that tides and dreams aren't so tall at all. Carey's fingers form a pistol before he cocks his hand back like he shot, and we cut back to Dick and Seth.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 13, 2015 21:04:05 GMT -6
The show fades in on a wide shot of the RIMAC Arena in San Diego. Ever the hotspot among fandom, patrons formed a line around the corner of the building as the camera illustrates with a panning shot. While slowing to catch many of the overzealous fans mugging for the camera, the shot stops eventually on a familiar sight -- the Director of EXODUS, Michelle Collins. Usually the confident woman, Michelle appears particularly on edge as she stares anxiously at the clock on her iPhone 6. Searching from left-to-right, Michelle finally begins to mutter in an attempt to inconspicuous, while still allowing the camera to pick it up... Michelle Collins: It's almost 7... Where is he...? As if on cue, a red 2008 Toyota Yaris is seen pulling into the side entrance of the RIMAC. As Michelle watches with hope, the car hastily parts sideways in a birth -- though the car is so small that it still only takes one space. Michelle's eyes widen with excitement. Michelle Collins: ...It's him! Finally! Hastily, Michelle jaunts her way towards the vehicle -- forcing the poor camera man to try and keep up. As she approaches the car, the door swings open. After a brief pause, a lanky Japanese man with a sleazy beard and pony tail emerges from the car. Regular viewers will know him as the Deputy Director of KJPW and newly-appointed American liaison to EXODUS Pro-Wrestling, Go Taniguchi. Go Taniguchi: USA! I'M HERE...! Michelle Collins: Go--... Mr. Taniguchi, you're late! We're about to go on the air! There's so much we need to go over! Paying her no mind, Go shuts the car door before taking in the atmosphere -- including the rabid fans being let into the building. One particular fan gets Go's attention. Go Taniguchi: Oh... Michelle! ...Listen to them! They are... SO EXCITE! Michelle Collins: Yes, they are, but-- Go Taniguchi: I'M EXCITE! Michelle Collins: That's great, Go, but-- Go Taniguchi: ...Are you excite...? Michelle Collins: ...Mr. Taniguchi... Playing to Go's comedy chops, an awkward pause comes over Go and Michelle, as Go awaits her response... Michelle Collins: ...I'm... excite... A jubilant smile comes over the lovable Go's face as he rubs his hands together eagerly. Go Taniguchi: Tonight... EXODUS KINGDOM.2! Oh, my God! Kazuma Fujita and Genji Yamato are here! We will see them wrestle... IN RIMAC ARENA!! Go shouts loud enough for the lingering fans to hear, earning a raucous response from the hardcore fans. Michelle Collins: That's right! And there's much to discu-- Go Taniguchi: OH! Michelle, is it true... Carey Caldwell will face... NORIHIRO AKASHI...!? They are... BOTH CHAMPIONS! Ahh! This is too much! Michelle Collins: ...Wait, you're well aware-- Go Taniguchi: I also read on... the Twitter that... Miyabi Fujita will challenge... FIONA COLLINS! Michelle Collins: Go! You made most of these matches with me! Why are you talking that way? Go looks at her rather dumbfound, before proceeding to completely disregard the question. Go Taniguchi: Oh, My God, Michelle! The show will soon start! Why... why do you keep me talking here!? Why do Americans not value punctuality!? Go walks off hastily, heading towards the front entrance -- completely disregarding the side entrance behind Michelle... Looking as if she had just dealt with an overzealous child, Michelle sighs before resigning herself to her fate as Go's handler for the night... Perhaps the rest of her life for all she knew. Begrudgingly, she walks off camera after Go, leaving the shot hanging on the side entrance. And on that, we cut to a video package set to "In the Air Tonight" by Nonpoint! The opening moments are all shots of the champions of the respective promotions before... I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord... And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord... Oh Lord... As the drums continue to pound, the shots go to what seem to be both KJPW stars and EXODUS and RW stars in their final minutes of preparations and training. The back of Jet Jaguar as he seems to be tying his mask on, the taping of the wrists of Carey Caldwell, the shadow boxing of Fiona Collins Well you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand I've seen your face before, my friend But I don't know if you know who I am... More with Norihiro Akashi slowly walking the halls of the RIMAC, the beating of a weighted punching bag from Chris Strike, Chikao Kessin holding it in place. Well I was there, and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been And it's all been a pack of lies! Christian Kane pulling stretch bands to train, Tsutomu Nishioka oiling his abs, all before the drums kick in again! I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord... And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord... Oh Lord... We go to action shots from the first time Miyabi Fujita crossed paths with Fiona Collins, shots of Kohei Obata in action for KJPW! Genji Yamato and Aries Reed squaring off! Kazuma Fujita holding up the Double Titles proudly! More drums and guitar play while we watch the horrible acts of REVOLUTION toward the fans and audience the last time the RIMAC hosted EXODUS. Well I remember... I remember, don't worry... How could I ever forget the first time The last time we ever met? This particular moment is focused on the brutal attack, followed by the warming up of Shinji Uchikawa, a fire in his eyes that has never been seen by fans of either promotion. But I know the reason why you keep your silence up No, you don't fool me Cause the hurt doesn't show But the pain still grows NO STRANGER TO YOU AND ME! And on that, we give the Juniors center stage with their high flying action! Shots of all the stars in one gigantic montage before... I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord... And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord... Oh Lord... And on that, we cut to the smoke and light show of the RIMAC's stage, and the absolutely roaring EXODUS Pro crowd! They're as ready as they've ever been for action, and we're not going to Dick and Seth, we're going straight to the action! KING OF SUPER JUNIORS REMIX! CALEB STORM, ATSUKA, & YOSHIHIRO SHIMODA vs. SIMON RAINES, KYOTO OKAZAKI, & KAZUKI SENDOOpening on a wide shot of the packed and rabid RIMAC Arena, "Holy Diver" by Killswitch Engage hits, ushering the arrival of three men: Simon Raines of (R)evolution Pro, along with two men representing Kingdom of Japan's villainous KyouHonGan faction in "The Outlaw" Kyoto Okazaki and Kazuki Sendo. Despite the unsavory leanings of Okazaki and Sendo, the three received a great reaction from the RIMAC faithful. Showing no particular favor for the crowd, the three men make their way to the ring -- focused. David Zinkus: This is the opening contest of EXODUS KINGDOM.2! And this is a SUPER JUNIORS SIX-MAN TAG MATCH -- Scheduled for one fall, with a 20-minute time limit! FIRST, making their way to the ring -- representing KYOUHONGAN, Kazuki Sendo and "THE OUTLAW" KYOTO OKAZAKI! And their partner, representing (R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING -- "THE ARTIST OF WAR" SIMON RAINES!! Upon entering the ring, the three are immediately enveloped in a sea of streamers thrown by the eager RIMAC fans. Dick Morosi: Would you look at this incredible outpouring of support from our incredible fans! And this is just the opening contest! Seth Ericson: This is a FIRE HAZARD, Dick! I'm not entirely sure we're paid up on our disaster insurance... Dick Morosi: Nevertheless, we are ready to kick off this incredible night with the greatest pound-for-pound wrestlers in the world!! Seth Ericson: That remains to be seen! I hear a lot of hype coming out of the King of the Super Juniors tournament, but now it's time for them to deliver the goods on the big stage! America! On cue, the music cuts to the new sounds of "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy, meaning the arrival of "The Next Impact" Caleb Storm, who arrives alongside the 2015 King of the Super Juniors himself -- ATSUKA, in addition to Yoshihiro Shimoda. Showing much more camaraderie than their opponents, the three play to the crowd before making their way to the ring. David Zinkus: And their opponents... First, representing KINGDOM OF JAPAN PRO-WRESTLING, Yoshihiro Shimoda, and the 2015 KING OF THE SUPER JUNIORS -- ATSUKA! And their partner, representing (R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING, CALEB STORM! Like their opponents, the three are showered in streamers upon entering the ring. Always the showman, ATSUKA drops to his knees in the center of the ring, arms spread out. As soon as the music fades, attendants rush in to clear the ring of the refuse. Dick Morosi: And here we go! We're kicking off EXODUS KINGDOM.2 in grand fashion! As the bell sounds, Kyoto Okazaki and Kazuki Sendo simultaneously rush across the ring, before sending ATSUKA and Shimoda to the outside with stereo dropkicks! The preemptive strike throws Caleb off his game, allowing Okazaki and Sendo to immediately attack him with a series of stomps and sledgehammer blows! After dragging Caleb over to the rather stoic Simon Raines, the two nefarious heels vacated the ring to allow Simon to take over as legal man, who quickly met Caleb in the corner with a crushing kick to the body, followed by another! Showing even more of a mean streak, Simon drives his knee into the throat of Caleb, warranting an admonishment from Referee D'Artis Johnson! Seth Ericson: Look at the viciousness from Raines! He may not be on the same page with KyouHonGan, but their attitude seems to be rubbing off on him! To accentuate Seth's point, Simon fires another kick, SMACKING Caleb's upper body. After pulling him to his feet, Simon quickly grounded him once more with a snapmare. With Caleb seated, Simon follows by coming off the ropes and obliterating Caleb with a running soccer kick to the chest! Just minutes into the match, Simon covers with a nonchalant cover. ONE--KICKOUT! Wasting no time, Simon applies a painful neck vice, before reaching forward and pulling up on Caleb's right leg -- the Stump Puller! The passionate fans quickly rallied behind the popular (R)EVO star -- getting the attention of both ATSUKA and Shimoda, who urged the crowd to make even more noise. Dick Morosi: Wow, listen to these fans! This is just the opening match! Slowly, but surely Caleb inches his way to the ropes, before ultimately grasping the bottom rope with his foot. The victory was hollow however, as Simon immediately drags Caleb back towards his corner, where he tags out to the... visually-striking Kazuki Sendo... Dick Morosi: And in comes Sendo! Who... I think is wearing silver lipstick... Seth Ericson: Don't hate, Dick. Don't hate. While obnoxiously taunting Caleb with inaudible Japanese, Sendo jabs him with kicks. It's not long before the kicks begin to light a fire under Caleb. After some distance was made, Caleb explodes out of the corner -- blasting the unsuspecting Sendo in the face with a kenka kick! Seth Ericson: WHAT A KICK! I think he got lipstick on his boot! With the crowd in an uproar, Caleb pumps his fist into the air -- relishing his momentary victory before tagging out to the 2015 King of the Super Juniors, ATSUKA! Formally known as the "Green Punk," ATSUKA pelts Sendo with kicks to the back before rushing off the ropes and catching his opponent between the eyes with a sliding dropkick! ATSUKA covers Sendo. ONE-KICKOUT! Expecting as much, ATSUKA tries to whip Sendo into the ropes -- only to be reversed! Catching his former mentor off guard, Sendo hits a beautiful one-legged dropkick -- landing a perfect flip in the process! The move equally surprises the fans, who react appropriately! Dick Morosi: What a counter from Sendo! I don't think anybody was expecting that -- much less ATSUKA! Sendo once again takes the opportunity to mock his opponent, shouting "ATSUKA, BAKA-BAKA-BAKA!" Seth Ericson: My Japanese isn't perfect, but I do believe he called ATSUKA a fine gentleman. Dick Morosi: I don't know ANY Japanese, but I'm certain that's not what he's saying. This brought in the leader of KyouHonGan, "The Outlaw" Kyoto Okazaki. Still sore both physically and mentally from their war on 7/05, Okazaki savored every moment of pain inflicted upon his longtime rival. While ignoring the warnings of the referee for as long as he could, Okazaki relented after choking ATSUKA with the bottom of his boot. Having gotten Okazaki's attention, Referee D'Artis Johnson was grabbed by the collar of his shirt in a clear attempt at subterfuge, as Sendo -- and even Simon begin choking and kicking ATSUKA! The rule breaking goes on for but a brief moment however, as D'Artis Johnson wasn't born yesterday. Shifting his focus back to ATSUKA, Okazaki picks him up before dropping him towards the center of the ring with a backbreaker. Adding to the count of nonchalant covers, Okazaki makes a lackadaisical pin attempt. ONE! TW--KICKOUT! Popping to his feet, Okazaki quickly stomps ATSUKA in the face to try and halt any momentum. However, as he tries to whip ATSUKA into a neutral corner, the 14 year veteran counters with an Irish whip of his own! The rug would be pulled out from ATSUKA once again however as Okazaki avoids a lunging attack in the corner! With ATSUKA crashing into the corner, Okazaki's partners struck -- smashing into ATSUKA with successive crushing attacks in the corner! Okazaki tries to add an exclamation mark -- only for ATSUKA to move himself! Getting a dose of his own medicine, Okazaki finds himself caught with a brutal running kenka kick from Caleb, followed by a crushing kneel kick from Yoshihiro Shimoda! Finally however, ATSUKA smashes into Okazaki in the corner with two knees to the face, followed by a Snap Suplex! Dick Morosi: I've completely lost control of what's going on! Despite the chaos, Referee D'Artis Johnson has a tight rein on things -- including seeing ATSUKA make the tag out to Yoshihiro Shimoda. What most didn't see coming however were ATSUKA and Caleb sprinting through the middle ropes, catching Sendo and Simon with stereo Tope Suicidas! All four men crash violently against the metal security railing, causing a huge ovation from the nearby fans! In the ring, Okazaki catches Shimoda with a timely thumb to the eye, giving him just enough time to get to even footing. Okazaki plants two kicks to Shimoda's body, only for the fiery Northern Japanese native to answer with bat-shattering kicks and elbows! Unable to match Shimoda in technique and skill, Okazaki once again resorts to unsavory tactics after tearing at Shimoda's eyes! However, Shimoda counters Okazaki's Irish whip attempt before catching "The Outlaw" by surprise with a Hurricarana! ONE! TWO...! TH--KICKOUT!! Dick Morosi: Amazing move by Shimoda! That was almost it! Seth Ericson: It's a sign of desperation, Dick! With both men scrambling to their feet, Okazaki and Shimoda simultaneously land elbows -- staggering BOTH men! Once again, the two throw powerful elbows that land instantaneously, causing both men to drop to one knee! After getting up to their feet, Okazaki throws another elbow -- only for Shimoda to block, and answer to a powerful savate kick to the body! Shimoda capitalizes by lifting the KyouHonGan leader up and spiking him with a Fisherman Buster! Rather than going for the cover, Shimoda tags out to Caleb Storm -- who ushers in a big ovation from the crowd! While devastating, the Fisherman Buster did not ground Okazaki as he crawls to his corner and tags out to Simon Raines. The two rivals waste no time tearing into one another with kicks and elbows. Simon tries quickly to land a leaping knee -- only to evade -- and telegraph with a kick of his own, catching Simon in the back of the head! Dick Morosi: Timely enzuigiri! Caleb is looking incredible since returning from Japan! After using a Backdrop Suplex to further ground Simon, Caleb effortlessly leaps onto the middle rope, before performing a graceful backflip... Dick Morosi: Asai Moonsault coming up...! Seth Ericson: ...But look at Simon's knees!! Indeed -- Simon tucks his knees, causing Caleb to haphazardly land across them! With his opponent stunned, Simon took the chance to cradle Simon with a Small Package...! ONE! TWO! TH--ATSUKA MAKES THE SAVE! ATSUKA's timely intervention prompts Kyoto Okazaki to cut ATSUKA off, along with Yoshihiro Shimoda! This goes on while Simon tags out to Kazuki Sendo, who pelts Caleb with more stomps. With his partners leaving him to finish it, Sendo hoists Caleb over his shoulder -- aiming for an Air Raid Crash... However, Caleb fights out of it, before landing on his feet! Caleb tries to send Sendo off into the ropes, only to be countered. This however seemed to be all according to plan, as Caleb handsprings forward off the ropes -- before catching Sendo with the CHAIN LIGHTNING! The crowd roars with excitement and appreciation for Caleb's skills. Wasting no time, Caleb drags the staggered Sendo up, before positioning him... Dick Morosi: This could be it! We could see the Halo Smasher! Indeed, Caleb spikes Sendo face first into the mat with the Halo Smasher! Caleb covers, hooking the leg! ONE! TWO..! THREE...!! WINNER: Caleb Storm, Atsuka, & Yoshihiro ShimodaThe fans eat up the exciting opening contest as ATSUKA and Shimoda are quick to join Caleb in celebration. Dick Morosi: Caleb Storm picks up the win for his team in this opening contest! What a prelude for things to come! Seth Ericson: That kid was tabbed for greatness from the beginning, and here he is! Caleb Storm has finally arrived! The camera stays on the victorious trio for a few moments, before finally cutting backstage. Slowly, the voice of Michelle Collins can be heard on camera -- getting louder with every second. Finally, Ms. Collins and Go Taniguchi walk around the corner into the frame, as the microphone picks Michelle leads the rubber-necking Go to an unassuming door. Michelle Collins: And... this is where you and I will be doing most of our business. I think you'll find the amenities to your... satisfaction. Like a child on Christmas, Go's eyes widened with excitement. Go Taniguchi: Oh, My God! You... have... Milton Bradley catalog? Can we play... Candy Land?! Michelle Collins: ...Yes, Jon signed off on it for... some reason. And... maybe later. But right now, we need to-- Michelle opens the door, before stopping herself in mid-sentence. Clearly, something has spooked her. As the camera swings around and peers over her shoulder, we see Zack Lifer slouched forward, intently playing... himself in Battle Ship. Michelle Collins: Mr. Lifer... Zack Lifer: So... here's the thing... This game here? This game has rules... And typically, I'm not one for rules... But in this case, they're here to illustrate a point, see? We are who we are in the moment. When we're sitting here playing this game, we don't apologize for sinking each other's battleship, do we? No, because that's EXPECTED OF US. When you're playing Battle Ship, YOU'RE EXPECTED TO SINK A BATTLE SHIP OR TWO. The tempo change in Lifer's voice causes Go to strike a defensive stance preemptively. Lifer smiles, before closing the clamshell game casing. Slowly, Lifer stands and approaches the two. Zack Lifer: Easy there, big guy... I'm just waxing philosophical... I'll just get to the point. Frankly, I think it's a joke you're making me go against my very nature to... apologize, and not a particularly funny one. And apologize for what? What did I say in the grand scheme of things? You give a guy access to Social Media and expect him to NOT be himself? I mean, if you think about it, you guys provided me access, so shouldn't you be apologizing for letting this happen to begin with? Michelle Collins: ...You know we have. Do NOT try to weasel your way out of this, Zack Lifer. If you want to stay in EXODUS, you know what you have to do... Quite frankly, Go Taniguchi holds your fate in his hands. A big, cheesy grin appears across Go's face, who fully knows the position of power he's now in. Trying his best to eat crow, Zack squirms. Zack Lifer: ...Okay, okay... Look, I've apologized time and time again! Some things were said. Clearly you guys took them the wrong way... So... for the last time... ... ...I'm sorry you guys don't have thick skin. Maybe you guys should just stay off Twitter? Michelle Collins: Zack... Zack Lifer: Maybe Social Media just isn't for you guys. Michelle Collins: MR. LIFER. Jolted by Michelle's booming voice, Zack seemingly has had enough. Zack Lifer: Okay, SCREW THIS. I'm bearing my soul to you two, spilling my guts on the cutting room floor. I'm in a vulnerable state here... Who knows what I might do? Gritting his teeth, Zack steps forward, getting into Go's face! The usually aloof Go does not back down, forcing Michelle to forcibly separate them. Michelle Collins: That is ENOUGH! Mr. Lifer, you give me NO ALTERNATIVE but to indefinitely susp-- Go Taniguchi: NO! Michelle's caught off guard by Go's booming voice. He clearly has the attention of Zack Lifer. Go Taniguchi: You have... no respect, Zack Lifer. You never sincerely apologize. You have no honor. We can never take what you say... seriously... So TONIGHT... We have... NEW PROPOSAL! Michelle darts a surprised look at Go, seemingly having no idea what Go was talking about. Go Taniguchi: If you want to... fight us... We have somebody for you! Thinking to herself for a moment, Michelle's eyes finally widen -- having connected some internal dots. Michelle Collins: So that's why he's here... Shifting from intensity to glee, Lifer is clearly relishing this turn of events. Zack Lifer: See, I knew you guys weren't so bad after all! Now we're speaking the same language! We could have avoided so much unpleasantness if we just fought it out from the very beginning! Michelle Collins: Well... all right, I suppose. Tonight Zack Lifer, you will face a surprise Kingdom of Japan representative... Zack Lifer: Hey, this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship... Right after I get done smashing in the brains of whoever you have dumb enough to fight me! ...Thanks again, Go... Say, maybe later, you and I can come back here and play some of these games together, huh? Really cement this relationship we got going. I better Go get ready, so make sure this place isn't too messy when I get back, okay? Haha! Zack walks off after patting Go heartily across the back. Finally out of earshot from Lifer, Michelle shoots a worried look to Go. Michelle Collins: Go, do you know what you're doing? Does Jon know about this? Go Taniguchi: No worries! I am... master strategist. I play Battle Ship like young boy do hindu squat...!! Michelle Collins: ...I don't know what that can even begin to mean... But I'll trust your judgmen-- ...Go? Stopping herself in mid-sentence, the childlike executive quickly loses himself in the plethora of board games. Go Taniguchi: Michelle!! THEY HAVE OPERATION!! Michelle cannot event begin to contemplate the circumstances of her current reality, having to fight the urge to bury her head in her hands...
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 13, 2015 20:58:08 GMT -6
Gabe has selected THE BIG SHOW.
Chris is on Skype and told us he's selecting Catrina as a manager
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 13, 2015 20:52:14 GMT -6
Taking the guy I almost took a while ago.
"All Ego" Ethan Page
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 11, 2015 13:45:31 GMT -6
noope
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 22, 2015 21:33:05 GMT -6
So while we wait on Paige, I did a coin flip.
Clint, fate was not kind to you, as you've lost your coin flip.
You no longer have the Kings of Wrestling. Instead, you have James Earl Wright and Buddy Lee Parker, The State Patrol.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 22, 2015 18:36:25 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: Here we go folks, the moment we've all been waiting for! Seth Ericson: That's right! Up next is our main event, the Honor Cup quarterfinal match between Aries Reed and the legendary Genji Yamato of KJPW! Dick Morosi: These two are scheduled to face off against one another at EXODUS Kingdom 2 and tonight we're going to get a preview of that action! Let's go to ringside! HONOR CUP QUARTERFINAL MATCH ARIES REED vs. GENJI YAMATOAs we come back to the ring, Climbatize by The Prodigy is just fading out, Genji Yamato standing in the ring, his hands held high, still wearing his white leather duster. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and is one of our Honor Cup Quarter Final matches. Introducing, already in the ring, hailing from Sumida, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 240lbs and representing KJPW, he is “Fighting Love” GENJI YAMATOOOOO! There’s a cheer from the crowd, as Genji raises his arms once more, before taking off the jacket. David Zinkus: And now, introducing his opponent… “The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed by Exodus Pro, its Sponsors, or its Affiliates. Viewer Discretion is advised.” Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice. “As the sun falls, darkness shall come...” The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling. Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and sneers as he starts getting himself ready for the match mentally. David Zinkus: From Atlanta, Georgia, USA, and weighing in at 235lbs… “The Blackest Sun” ARIES REEEEEED! Dick Morosi: And here you have it, Seth, our main event, as ring veteran, and representative of Kingdom of Japan Pro-Wrestling, Genji Yamato, takes on the young, impetuous member of REVOLUTION, Aries Reed! Seth Ericson: Aries has ruffled a lot of feathers in his time here, Dick, including some belonging to KJPW’s bigwigs. Genji is hoping to teach Reed humility here tonight. Dick Morosi: As this is Aries Reed we’re talking about, I’m not holding by breath. As Katie Hanneman checks on the two competitors, she calls for the bell. As Genji starts to approach, Aries holds his hands up, calling for his opponent to stop. Dick Morosi: Oh no, what’s this about? Aries smiles at Genji, and bows low. Seth Ericson: … A show of respect? OK, who the hell is that and what have they done with Aries Reed. Aries invites Genji to do the same, wide smile on his face. Seemingly unsure, he hesitantly does so… only for his face to be met by Aries’ boot as he brings it up into contact with Genji’s nose with a hard Soccer Kick! Seth Ericson: OK, that’s the Aries Reed we know and hate. As Genji staggers back, Aries just starts laughing, as the crowd boo him. Ignoring them, he steps up to Genji, and goes for the lock up, but Yamato powers out, locking Aries in a Headlock. Aries struggles a few moments, but Genji holds tight, wrenching the neck, before Aries just charges him forwards into the ropes, using the momentum to force the veteran off of him. As Yamato comes back, Aries hits the deck, letting the older man step over him, before popping up to his feet, and going for a Hip Toss as Genji comes back once more. Yamato reverse it, however, into a Hip Toss of his own, sending Aries over and into the mat. Dick Morosi: Yamato-san is far too experienced to allow himself to be tricked by Aries’ mind games. His focus is on the match, and the match alone, not Aries’ antics. Aries is straight back up, and charges at Genji, only to be taken over with a Japanese Arm Drag. Genji laughs broadly as Aries gets upright, hand clutching his lower back. As he staggers around, Yamato strikes him across the chest with a Knife Edge Chop, causing Reed to go reeling back into the corner. Yamato charges in, hitting the cornered Reed with a Running Knee Strike to the chest, before dragging him out of the corner, and whipping him into the ropes. Reed clutches onto the ropes though, holding himself in place, provoking Yamato to charge at him, only for Aries to counter him with a Front Dropkick, holding onto the ropes and using the momentum to push himself up and over, landing on the ring apron. Seth Ericson: Such agility from Aries, with youth on his side, you really think he has to have the speed advantage in this match up. As Genji staggers around, Aries pulls himself up onto the top rope, before diving forward and connecting with a Springboard Clothesline. Aries follows up with a cover. ONE T- Kickout! Genji gets the shoulder up, and Aries is straight back up and onto his feet. He pulls Genji upright, only to be met by a Forearm to the gut, followed by another, and as Yamato gets upright he starts letting rip with Forearms, forcing Aries back into the corner, only to be met by a Knee Strike to the stomach, and then by Reed grabbing him by the tights and ramming Genji shoulder first into the ring post between the top and middle turnbuckles. Capitalising, Aries grabs a hold of Genji around the waist, letting out a loud cry as he does so! Seth Ericson: I think Aries may be going for the #ZEROFU- Genji hits a couple of Back Elbows to Aries, dazing him and forcing him back. Seth Ericson: Oh, never mind. Genji charges the dazed Aries, only to be taken by surprise as Reed hooks him up and takes him over with a T-Bone Suplex! He floats over for the cover! ONE TWO Kickout! Genji showing his fighting spirit as he kicks out once more. As Genji sits up Aries spots his chance, and pounces, locking on a Dragon Sleeper! Dick Morosi: Aries trying to lock in his devastating submission, but Genji’s resisting. Can Aries get the Body Scissors locked on? Aries wrenches back on Genji’s neck, trying to force him over so he can lock in the Body Scissors. Yamato resists, however, keeping himself upright, his flailing arms stopping Aries from getting his legs wrapped around him. Slowly, Genji manages to slide his leg forward… and after a minute of struggle gets his foot on the bottom rope! Katie forces Aries to break up the hold, after he refuses at first, pushing him back across the ring as she does so. Genji slowly gets back to his feet, using the ropes for support as he forces air back into his lungs. Aries manages to get past Katie, and charges Genji, only to be taken by surprise as Genji lets loose with a Toe Kick, doubling Aries over, before following up with a Fisherman Buster. Genji goes for the pin! ONE TWO Aries gets the shoulder up, and Genji is straight upright. He hits a couple of Stomps straight to Aries’ head, before turning, and climbing the turnbuckle. The crowd gives a roar, as he says a small prayer… before going for a Diving Moonsault… straight into Aries’ lifted knees! Genji rolls away, clutching his ribs and fighting for air. Aries is unable to capitalise, still dazed from the huge Fisherman Buster. Seth Ericson: Both men out on the mat. Whoever gets the first move will probably take this. Genji slowly gets upright, using the ropes, as Aries sits, his hand to his forehead, trying to regain some of his senses. Aries gets up to one knee, and Yamato suddenly bursts forward, launching himself off of Aries’ knee and going for the Diamond Blue, only for Aries to suddenly drop backwards, letting Yamato soar over the top of him and into the corner. Aries quickly performs a kip-up, before spinning on the spot, and charging after Genji, wrapping him in a Waist Lock and driving him chest first into the turnbuckle, before rolling backwards, following straight into a German Suplex - #ZEROFUCKS! Seth Ericson: Aries hits it! #ZEROFU- Dick Morosi: I don’t know if Genji’s got enough to kick out! Aries bridges the Geman, going for the pin. ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, by way of pinfall… ARIES REED! Dick Morosi: As much as it hurts me to say it, Aries Reed gets the win! Seth Ericson: And Aries advances into the Honor Cup! WINNER: Aries ReedAries doesn't even try to celebrate. Instead, he waves in Darius Reed, along with an arriving GRENDEL, knowing the group is going to put a hurting on Yamato to prove their point. Before the group can even get their footing on the attack, HERE COMES BLACK JONES! JONES IS GOING AFTER THE BIG MAN GRENDEL AND HE'S GIVING IT ALL HE'S GOT! He continues to go after REVOLUTION, and as soon as it looks like REVOLUTION is going to get an advantage on Black, here comes Shinji Uchikawa! The Sentinel comes to protect his friend and one of his mentors as he works with them to even the numbers with REVOLUTION, but things get a little crazy when "Mural" by Lupe Fiasco starts... Seth Ericson: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! Dick Morosi: HE'S BACK! THE BIG L IS BACK IN EXODUS! Steve Lenton sprints down the aisle, chair in hand, and REVOLUTION clears the ring as he starts pacing around to check on Yamato, Black, and Shinji, and as the trio groups with Lenton, he stares them down and dares them to fight! It's a challenge for the ages as we go to copyright!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 22, 2015 18:33:48 GMT -6
Elsewhere backstage, we’re greeted by the man who opened tonight’s show; “The Voice of the Ace,” Jimmy Riley. Fiona Collins is nowhere to be found, much less anyone to speak to him. After a slight pause, Jimmy begins speaking. Jimmy Riley: Ladies and gentlemen, earlier tonight I promised both you...and mara...a response. More than a response, the “terms” set forth by myself and “The Ace of EXODUS,” Fiona Collins. See, EXODUS has become a bit of a family affair. Whether it’s Jonathan, Fiona, Mara, or Michele Collins, it’s definitely become regular for things to be handled the way this family would have it be. And so, at Battle Without Honor or Humanity, that’s exactly what will happen. That’s exactly what we’ll have, actually; a battle without humanity. mara, you want Fiona to “unleash” whatever monster you believe to be bubbling under her skin, lurking in her mind. I’m here to tell you that you’re going to get just that. Jimmy pauses, letting the weight of what he’s about to say precede him. Jimmy Riley: So, what we’re going to do, with the full… disapproval of our esteemed Director -- that’s right. Michele Collins, when presented with our proposal, refused to sanction this match. She refused to put on her conscience, that of Nicholas Gray, or that of her brother, mara’s brother, Fiona’s husband, and the co-owner of this company, the violence that mara and Fiona so crave to inflict against each other. But she understood the stakes! She understood what exists between both competitors, that this has to end! So, again. What we’re going to do...let’s take the ropes down, mara. Take them down, take them away, and replace them with equally long, tight strands of barbed wire. Then, for each side of the ring, we’ll take an extra spool of barbed wire, and we’ll wrap it around each set of wire. You want a war? You want a battle without humanity? This is your wish? Your wish is our command. Unsanctioned, no-ropes barbed wire match. Your fate, mara, lies in the hands of The Ace. Jimmy lets that hang as we head back to the ring. NORMAL MATCH JUSTIN BROOKS (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. CHUCK MATTHEWSDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The heavy bridge of "Brains" erupts through the speakers as spotlights race across the crowd. Chuck Matthews steps out onto the stage, looking around at the people in attendance. He smiles, taking in the reaction of the fans. Casually, Chuck begins his walk towards the ring. He moves calmly, but quickly, making no effort to interact with fans until he reaches the apron. At this point, he climbs up, leaning with his back against the ropes, looking out at the crowd. He winks, and steps between the ropes before climbing one of the corners. He raises his arms in his signature horns before hopping down. He rolls his wrists and neck, waiting for the Big Bad Brooks to arrive. Dick Morosi: Just over seven months ago the Smartest Man In Wrestling was sent packing from EXODUS Pro. Two weeks ago he returned in impressive fashion with a victory over Dante Q. That match could only be considered a tune up for what he’s got tonight. Seth Ericson: He’s about to get in there with the baddest man on the planet in a showdown to answer the age old question of which is better; brains or brawn. ブルックス ウィル
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あなた The lights go out. The arena is plunged into darkness as EXODUS PRO crowd rumbles with excitement as a few cellphone screens light up sprinkling throughout the darkness like fireflies. 私を倒すために、あなたが苦しむことがあります David Zinkus: And his opponent...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia by way of Knoxville, Tennessee...he is the EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...the Monster of the Bay, Justin BROOKS! The heavy drum and bass of the "March of Death" pours through the PA system as a single spotlight shines at the entrance as from the curtain come the Big Bad Brooks, paying homage to his many months on the Japanese circuit for the KJPW. With a black hood sweatshirt with his hood up over his head, he slowly makes his way towards the ring. He receives a mixed reaction upon his appearance as his strides are long and slowly as he finally reaches the steel steps and climbs into the ring with the EXODUS Pro International Title in his hands. Crossing the ring, he climbs the far turnbuckle and climbs to the second rung before reaching up and pulls his hood back just as the lights up to him holding the International Title high in the air. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is coming fresh off a hard fought victory over Las Vegas native, Savannah Taylor in a match that saw him successfully defend his International Championship. Seth Ericson: He put EXODUS on notice at The War Isn’t Over Yet. It’s going to take a hell of an effort for anyone to stop this behemoth. Dick Morosi: That, and wits, which Chuck Matthews most definitely possesses. We’ll see if those are the ingredients needed to slay the Monster of the Bay. Seth Ericson: That’s the bell, and we’re underway! DING! DING! DING! Brooks puts his hands on his knees and leans over to take a deep breath one last time, getting ready to start the match. On the other side of the ring, Chuck Matthews goes over his gameplan, continuing to plot and scheme whilst he sizes up the massive International Champion. The two competitors finally make their moves, circling the ring a few times before inching closer and closer to one another. Justin extends a hand out, trying to entice his foe into a test of strength which Matthews acknowledges and appears to accept- only until he rushes in to ram his boot into Justin’s solar plexus. Once his adversary doubles over, the Smartest Man in Wrestling charges forward to ram his boot right into the crown of the Southerners head. JB drops down like a bad habit, visibly stunned by his opponent’s sneak attack. Having executed his strategy to perfection, Matthews jumps into the air before slamming his right knee into the back of Brooks’ neck. The Int. Champ’s body convulses from the sharp pain in his neck before he rolls under the bottom rope and falls to the outside of the ring. The vindictive Matthews doesn’t allow him any time to recuperate though, as he hastily climbs through the middle and top rope and steps onto the ring apron. From there, Chuck jumps off the ring apron and lands an elbow drop right to Justin’s head. Brooks collapses to the ground from the impact, but Chuck doesn’t him a chance to catch his breath, as he forces the issue once again. Grabbing his foe around the head with one hand, and gripping the brim of his shorts with the other, Matthews drags The Big Bad Brooks to a vertical base before running with him, and ramming him head first into the steel steps. Dick Morosi: Chuck Matthews has come out swinging so far. After catching Brooks off guard early on, he’s been able to follow that up with vicious blows. Seth Ericson: Matthews knows you’ve got to strike while the iron is hot when you’re in the ring with a wrestler the caliber of Justin Brooks. Once you’ve got him down you’ve got to stay on him. That’s what he’s doing right now, and that’s why he’s a genius. Dick Morosi: That much is debatable, however, what can’t be argued is the success he’s having so far in the match. Those steel stairs have no give, and he just sent the International Champion head first into them. Seth Ericson: That’s called using your head the wrong way. Dick. Matthews gradually pulls Brooks back to his feet, pulling him away from the ring and toward the guardrail. Lowering his shoulder, Chuck burrows right into his foe’s gut to drive him back right into the security railing. The Int. Champion grimaces in pain from the point of impact, only to have his face rearranged by a nasty Muay Thai elbow strike. The Chicagoan follows that up with a second, and then a third elbow strike to force the issue, and more importantly leave his adversary seeing stars. Grabbing a hold of his foe’s arm now, the villain drags Justin off the guardrail, seemingly setting him up for an Irish Whip. Instead, Matthews pivots on his feet, changes his position, and reels the Monster of the Bay in before sweeping him off his feet with a Drop Toe Hold. As a consequence, the Georgian’s momentum is forced forward, ending with his visage being acquainted with the railing, garnering groans from those in attendance. Dick Morosi: Face first into the guard rail. Chuck Matthews is dominating the International Champion right now. Seth Ericson: Brooks has to find a way to survive this assault, Dick. So far, Matthews has proven that his intellect trumps Justin’s strength and athleticism. Dick Morosi: I’m not sure what any of that has to do with banging a man’s head off a steel structure, but the point still holds. If Justin doesn’t pull himself together soon, he may not make it out of Vegas. Seth Ericson: Well, he can always play the slots. Referee Dan Arnouil’s ten count has reached eight, prompting Chuck to roll underneath the bottom rope, only to slide back outside to restart the count. Matthews grabs Brooks around the head, pulling him off the rail only to slam his forehead back into it. He pulls his head back once again, before driving it forward into the guardrail for a second time. From there the Chicagoan scoops the Heavyweight up onto his shoulders, looking to drop him onto the guardrail from an elevated position. Aware of his opponent’s bad intentions, Justin quickly slides down the genius’ back, falling to his feet behind Matthes before staggering back toward the ring apron. After shaking the cobwebs, Brooks charges forward, but Chuck sees it coming, and counters with a Hip Toss, sending the Monster of the Bay flying over the guardrail and into the crowd. The Smartest Man in Wrestling gets to his feet and stumbles toward the ring after dodging the proverbial bullet. With a smile on his countenance he rolls under the bottom rope, as the referee reaches a count of five. Seth Ericson: They say having these row tickets literally put the action right in your lap. Dick, I think Justin just proved that wasn’t a marketing ploy. Dick Morosi: Brooks almost gained the upperhand there, but now he finds himself on the wrong side of the referee’s ten count after Chuck sent him crashing over the barrier. As Dan Arnouil continues to count, Chuck climbs back to his feet, tapping his head several times to draw the scorn of the crowd. On the outside looking in, Brooks is seen struggling to his feet, surrounded by fans who shout words of encouragement, and slap him on the shoulder to will him on. The Big Bad Brooks climbs over the guardrail, and crawls across ringside, finding it difficult to stay on his twos considering the punishment he’s endured. Showing his resolve, Justin grabs the apron and uses it to pull himself to a vertical base at the count of nine. With a jolt of energy and adrenaline, he slides into the ring under the bottom rope just before ten, sending the crowd into a frenzy as the cheer him on. Frustrated by his opponent’s resiliency, Matthews doesn’t allow that to discourage him from staying on the attack, as he quickly drops down to execute a lateral press. “ONE!”
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THR- NO!” Justin rolls a shoulder over to break the count. Climbing back to his feet, Matthews allows Brooks to crawl into the nearby corner before unleashing a mudhole stomping on the wounded warrior. “ONE!”
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“FOUR!” At five the Smartest Man in Wrestling relents, leaving his opponent gasping for air and holding his sternum which suffered the brunt of the assault. Chuck is pulled into the center of the ring, where he receives a verbal tongue lashing from the zebra-clad official. Meanwhile, the Monster of the Bay slowly climbs to his feet, using the ropes on either side of him as a crutch. Seeing this, Matthews pushes the referee aside, and begins to size his opponent up. Without a moment’s hesitation the Chicagoan charges forward - only to run into Brooks’ tree trunk like arms as the International Champion embraces him with a waistlock, then tosses him overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex, launching Matthews right into the turnbuckles! Dick Morosi: What a counter! Justin Brooks has finally come to play, Seth. Seth Ericson: But is it too little too late? Let’s see how much he’s got left in the tank. Both men struggle to get back to their feet now, with Justin beating Matthews to the punch. The Monster of the Bay quickly explodes out of the blocks to take the Chicagoan down with a near guillotine like Leaping Clothesline. The Smartest Man in Wrestling scrambles back to his feet though - only to have his head nearly taken off his shoulders again courtesy of another Jumping Clothesline. Running on pure adrenaline now, Brooks drags his opponent to a vertical base before launching him HARD into the corner. Matthews crashes back first into the turnbuckle padding, the wind apparently being knocked out of him following the collision. The benefactor of G&M and HATE looks down to the canvas, visibly stunned by the combination of moves. Once he lifts his vision he feasts his eyes on the incoming freight train, as the Georgian locomotive crashes into him with a shoulder thrust, nearly splitting him in two. As the air is expelled from his lungs, Chuck finds himself pulled from the corner, and back into his foe’s not so warm embrace. The Monster of the Bay lists him up before turning and slamming him into the canvas with a Front Body Slam. From there he hooks the legs for the pin. ”ONE!”
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“THR- NO! KICKOUT!” Dick Morosi: The Monster of the Bay is wreaking havoc right now. Seth Ericson: Like Godzilla in a small Japanese village. I can only make that joke in America, Dick. Justin provided the perfect segway. Dick Morosi: He might be about to provide some Hook N’ Ladder for The Smartest Man in Wrestling too. Brooks lifts the Chicagoan onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, but Chuck isn’t going down quietly. He quickly wriggles his arms and legs, causing Justin to lose his grip and thus, allowing him to slide down his back to safety. Aware of his ring positioning, Matthews quickly shoves the International Champion forward toward the corner. However, Justin is able to halt his momentum in time to prevent a chest first collision with the turnbuckle padding. Searching the whereabouts of his opponent now, the Monster of the Bay turns around - only to block an Enziguri with the side of his head, causing him to fall over like a severed tree. Chuck hooks the leg! ”ONE!”
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“THR- NO! KICKOUT!” Seth Ericson: Close nearfall from the Smartest Man in Wrestling who appears to have had enough of Justin Brooks for one night. Dick Morosi: He’s in the corner, and he’s stalking his prey. Here comes the Hollywood Impact! Chuck Matthews charges out of the corner like a bat out of hell, lowering his shoulder for the Hollywood Impact. Unfortunately for him, Justin Brooks has the move well scouted, and bends down to lift his opponent off his feet, using his momentum against him before slamming him into the canvas with an AUTHORITATIVE Spinebuster. Smelling blood in the water now, Justin drags the Chicagoan to a stand and quickly lifts him up onto his shoulders into the fireman’s carry, before flipping it into the Thunder Driver and planting Matthews into the canvas. Dick Morosi: There it is! Hook N’ Ladder! Seth Ericson: Game! Set! Match! ”ONE!”
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DING! DING! DING!As the bell chimes thrice, "March of Death" hits the P.A. system as Justin Brooks climbs to his feet, raising his arm in triumph. Dick Morosi: What a showing from the International Champion. He met a game Chuck Matthews in a non-title affair, but once again the Monster of the Bay stands tall. Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks is on a roll, Dick. He's beginning to look unbeatable, and I'm starting to believe he'll be holding onto that belt for a long, long time. Dick Morosi: With the way he's been tearing it up as of late, it's certainly possible. WINNER: Justin BrooksAs Justin is celebrating in the ring, hoisting his title high above his head to the delight of the fans in the arena, the figure of Las Vegas native Savannah Taylor slides into the ring. The applause showed towards Justin slowly dies down as Savannah stands just behind Justin, her head cocked slightly to one side as she waits for him to turn around. She doesn’t have to wait long as the Monster by the Bay turns around and is immediately met by a clothesline that came from almost nowhere. The crowd is somewhat stunned as Justin is down for a moment before he makes his way to his feet. However just as soon as he gets to his feet and tries to move towards Savannah, she immediately kicks him square in the stomach and proceeds to drop him with the Siren’s Song. To the surprise of the announcers at ringside, the partisan crowd is actually cheering what Savannah just did. Dick Morosi: Am I hearing what I think I’m hearing? These fans are actually cheering for Savannah after what she just did. Seth Ericson: Why wouldn’t they? She’s the hometown girl, Dick! Before Dick has a chance to respond, Savannah has procured a microphone from David Zinkus and has made her way back over to the fallen International champion. She watches him lay almost motionless on the mat as she begins to speak. Savannah Taylor: Justin, Justin, Justin. Congratulations on such a hard fought victory just now. You sure put up one HECK of a fight. I mean, these people are going to be talking about it the next day around the water cooler. But I’m here to let you know right now that amateur hour is over. You have something that I want. I know the last time that we met in this ring, you beat me. But just because you beat me doesn’t mean you were the better wrestler……because you weren’t. Everyone who watched knows that I was the better wrestler. But guess what Justin? I have some good news. EXODUS has an event coming up that is the second biggest event of the year. It’s called Battle Without Honor Or Humanity. What is special about it is the fact that it is being held right here at the Hard Rock. She pauses for a second as she lets the fans cheer. Savannah Taylor: You must be wondering where I’m going with this. At Battle Without Honor Or Humanity, you WILL be putting your International title on the line against me once again. I don’t care if you want to or not. This match WILL happen one way or another. You may have had the edge in the RIMAC, but this time, the odds are in MY favor. Las Vegas is MY city and these are MY people. I am very much looking forward to ending your reign as International champion. Only this time, the odds will be in my favor, not yours. With that, she drops the mic on the mat right next to Justin’s head as she gives a little wave before sliding out of the ring. As she walks up the aisle, she turns around towards the ring and makes the motions that the title will be hers. The fans still shockingly cheer for their hometown girl as the scene cuts to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 22, 2015 18:25:28 GMT -6
We come backstage, and fresh off his loss earlier in the night to Tsutomu Nishioka, Shinji Uchikawa walks the hallway of the RIMAC until he finds a door. There’s hesitation in his actions, but in the end, Shinji finally relents and knocks on the door to the locker room. The locker room of the legendary Genji Yamato. Shinji Uchikawa: Yamato-san, it is Shinji. I ask that you let me in, please. I must speak with you! The door opens. Genji Yamato, in a training suit, stands in the threshold. We also see, behind him, young Kohei Obata, fresh off his beatdown by Chris Strike, applying ice to his neck, looking worse for wear… Genji Yamato: Uchikawa-san! Good to see you! Shame about the loss to Nishioka. Still, you beat him for that belt of yours in April, right? Now, what can I do for you? Shinji Uchikawa: Yamato-san, I know you are a very talented wrestler. However, I must ask that you are quite careful tonight. I know you are not blind, so you have seen the horrible things REVOLUTION has done. Aries Reed? Well...I do not trust him. I know that he will not do the honorable thing. Please, let me be in your corner tonight. Or if not me, Obata. I know that even if they have the numbers game, at least we tried to have your back on this. Kohei Obata: I am sorry. I do not think I can accompany Yamato-senpai tonight… Genji Yamato: YOU REST, YOUNG MAN… Now, Shinji. I know you are concerned, and believe me, I’ve seen what Reed and his REVOLUTION group have done to you, and your loved one. However… Shinji, almost ten years ago I was at death’s door. And I’ve had a lot to overcome since then. Besides, before that, I was JUST LIKE ARIES REED, leading a group of revolutionaries, declaring war on traditions, and the like. You might recall, when you were a boy, how I maybe wasn’t … always myself. Ahem. And had to work to keep my Inner Demons at bay… But here I am, today, ready to fight Aries Reed in the Honor Cup! Believe me - win or lose, I WILL BE JUST FINE! But… you look like you have more on your mind... Shinji Uchikawa: I know that it is a lot to ask, but...I must ask if you and Fujita will take into consideration this request. At EXODUS Kingdom 2, I know you both are seeking a partner to take on REVOLUTION. I don’t know if you have selected a partner, and I know that you both have a wide variety of people to choose from that are talented. However, I must ask that you consider choosing me for your partner. After all they have done to me, to my friends, I owe them. I owe them retribution for their crimes and they cannot go unpunished. Not for what they did to Destiny. Not for what he did to Tom. Not for what they continue to do, Yamato-san! Please, let me team with you and show them that they are no match for the past, present, and future of puroresu! Yamato straightens up a bit… Genji Yamato: Shinji-san… Fujita-san and I, we had a feeling, that you might ask to be a part of our team in the main event at EXODUS Kingdom 2, against Aries Reed, against GRENDEL, against SHOZO… and we discussed this prior to my arrival tonight. And between the both of us, Fujita-san and Yamato-san… Genji Yamato: We both say YES! Obata briefly raises a fist in triumph, and Shinji smiles and offers his hand to Genji, nodding in agreement with everything that has transpired over the past moment. Shinji Uchikawa: I will not let you down, Yamato-san! Thank you so much for this opportunity! You have my word that together, the three of us will be unstoppable against REVOLUTION! The two once again nod and Shinji extends a hand to Obata to show the group are all on the same page, which Obata accepts as we cut back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Oh my goodness! Seth, that's a stacked main event for EXODUS Kingdom 2! SHOZO leads GRENDEL and Aries Reed against two of the biggest legends of Japanese puroresu, Kazuma Fujita and Genji Yamato...and Shinji Uchikawa! Seth Ericson: Shinji's making a mistake, Dick! He's getting in there with two oldtimers against the future of this sport, and one of them wants to absolutely tear him apart! Dick Morosi: I think you're underestimating Fujita and Yamato a fair bit, Seth. And I think you'll see part of that first hand later tonight when Genji Yamato takes on Aries Reed. But right now, up next, it's a different Honor Cup Quarterfinal! EXODUS' own Savannah Taylor takes on Michiko Yamada! HONOR CUP QUARTERFINAL MATCH MICHIKO YAMADA vs. SAVANNAH TAYLORThe lights in the arena shut off, drawing a momentary, anticipatory murmur from the audience, before two emphatic drum beat fill the PA system, accompanied by a pair of strobe light flashes. Strapping Young Lad’s “Antiproduct” cues up, two more drum beats hitting before the song kicks off, again accompanied by the flashing strobes. The tempo of the song quickens, and a voice mumbles something behind the aggressive guitar playing. I AM THE ANTIPRODUCT The lights return to full power as the first verse of the song kicks in, but for a moment, the audience is left waiting. Eventually, the curtain’s pushed aside, and from behind it comes Michiko Yamada. She stops at the head of the ramp, turning to glance at either side of the stage, almost expressionless, undoing the one button on her robe before pacing her way down to the ring in no particular hurry. She pauses at the edge of the ring apron, shrugging the robe off her shoulders before sliding under the bottom rope, moving to the nearest corner and just settling back against it, awaiting the bell. The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries a solid black leather riding crop. She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out. Taylor wastes no time starting off this contest with a STIFF clothesline, dropping Yamada to the mat! Taylor follows it up with a knee to the ribs, and again, and – no Yamada rolls out of the way of the third knee! Taylor moves to Yamada to follow up, but Yamada takes her down with a chop block! Yamada jumps up to her feet, delivering a basement dropkick to Taylor, catching her square in the jaw. Taylor rolls under the bottom rope to check if a tooth got loose. Dick Morosi: Yamada is on top of things tonight. Seth Ericson: She needs to stay on top of things if she wants to win – Taylor is not the type of competitor to mess around with. Yamada moves to the rope as Taylor is just standing. The two exchange blows when Taylor gets the better of the situation with a European uppercut through the ropes! It dazes Yamada, allowing Taylor to nail her with a high roundhouse kick to the head! The kick sends Yamada back to the middle of the ring, Taylor follows her, delivering a running front kick to the chest – but Yamada responds with a jumping wheel kick! Nowhere for Taylor to go but down to the mat! Yamada points to the turnbuckle and ascends. She stands up on the ropes and leaps up crashing down onto Taylor with a double foot stomp – but no one is home, Taylor rolled out of the way and Yamada’s feet collapse under the impact into the mat! Seth Ericson: No one has managed to get any major offense in thus far. Dick Morosi: They’re both seasoned veterans Seth – most of their offense will come from reversals. The winner will be the one to make the mental misstep. Taylor gets up and picks up Yamada, sending her back into the mat with a crisp Northern Lights Suplex! The referee counts. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT...NO SOUP FOR YOU! Seth Ericson: Just like that misstep? Dick Morosi: Exactly like that misstep, Seth! Taylor keeps Yamada grounded, driving her knees into Yamada’s spine. Yamada tries to cover up but Taylor ain’t havin’ none of that – she climbs on top of her in Camel Clutch position and lifts her neck and head up, then delivers a headbutt to the back of Yamada’s skull! Taylor flips Yamada over and covers again! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Looks like the Yamada’s wings…have been clipped. Dick Morosi: Taylor has Yamada grounded alright…and that’s definitely where you don’t want to be. Seth Ericson: Right you are, Dick. I wouldn’t wish an Taylor grounding on anybody, even my worst enemy. Taylor keeps Yamada on her back then mounts her. She picks up Yamada’s head in her hand and starts dotting her forehead with a series of shots. The crowd starts counting along with her… ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!! FIVE!!!!! SIX!!!!!! SEVEN!!!!!!! EIGHT!!!!!!!! NINE!!!!!!!!! TEN!!!!!!!!!! Taylor lets Yamada’s head fall back to the mat. Taylor climbs off of Yamada and kneels by her face. Taylor drops a knee across Yamada’s face once, a second time, and a third time! Taylor looks at the referee and covers Yamada with a lateral press! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT! Taylor can’t believe Yamada is still in there! But she doesn’t let it cloud her judgment. She picks up Yamada and hoists her onto her shoulders and Taylor runs across the ring, but Yamada slips out behind! Dick Morosi: Yamada out the back door! Taylor turns around just in time to see Taylor springboard off the ropes, landing on Taylor with a Crossbody! Taylor hits the mat and Yamada stays on top of her, the referee counts the fall! ONE! TWO!! Taylor rolls through! ONE! TWO!! Yamada gets the shoulder up! Yamada gets to her knees just in time to meet a devastating knife-edge chop to her chest! A second chop sends Yamada reeling! A third chop but Yamada catches it! Yamada uses it to take Taylor over in an arm drag! Yamada gets up and grabs Taylor’s arm again, this time taking her over with a crucifix armbar! Yamada pulls and twists on the arm, Taylor cries out in pain! Taylor reaches for the ropes but they’re too far away! Yamada pulls on the arm again, Taylor raises her hand up the referee asks her if she gives up! Dick Morosi: Yamada wants to hyper-extend that arm! Seth Ericson: It might be best if Taylor saves herself to fight another day. But any Exodus athlete has too much pride for that! Taylor shouts no at the referee, she starts rolling her position closer to the ropes as Yamada’s grip begins to weaken. With one final gasp Taylor reaches out – she grabs the rope, and Yamada loses her grip at the same time! Taylor curls up, cradling her arm while Yamada lies on the mat, willing herself up. Taylor pushes herself up to her feet, still protecting that arm. Yamada pushes herself to her knees, her hands placed there as she tries to stand up. Taylor takes the opportunity – looking for the Shining Wizard but Michiko ducks the attempts capturing Savannah’s arms behind her...JIGOKU NO ME! The crowd is shocked at the maneuver as the impact echoes throughout the Hard Rock! Yamada falls back onto the fallen former San Diego Bay Champion, hooking the leg with her good arm as the referee counts. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! David Zinkus: Your winner....Michiko Yamada! Dick Morosi: In a night where we've been waiting to see upsets, this is a big one! Savannah Taylor falls to Michiko Yamada, who moves on here in the Honor Cup! Seth Ericson: I'm just as shocked as you, Dick! Yamada's over what could be the biggest challenge in this tournament, let's see what she can do now! Dick Morosi: And as for right now, Tom Matheny is standing by with Ruby Tyler! WINNER: Michiko YamadaWe cut to backstage where Tom Matheny is sitting with the newly crowned San Diego Bay champion, Ruby Tyler. Though still in a neck brace, Ruby seems happy and energetic. Tom Matheny: Ruby! First of all, congratulations on the win! How does it feel to be the San Diego Bay champ? Ruby Tyler: It feels pretty good Tom, not gonna lie. This title has a lot of history behind it, and it’s an honor for me to be able to add my name to it. Tom Matheny: I’m just sorry that you didn’t really get a chance to celebrate… Ruby Tyler: Yeah, well, I think that would’ve gone better if the rest of my friends hadn’t basically killed themselves in the match right before mine. But you know what? Kevin Hardaway attempting to murder me with a chair just goes to show everyone that winning this thing was the easy part. Tom Matheny: ...Easy? Ruby Tyler: Yes, easy. Because at Battle Without Honor or Humanity, my first defense of this belt is going to be a rematch against Kevin Hardaway, and I’ve asked Dr. Collins for a special stipulation. Tom Matheny: Are you going to tell us now, or will we have to wait until the show to find out? Ruby Tyler: For this match, I’m going to get revenge on Kevin Hardaway for that little stunt he pulled. So at Battle Without Honor or Humanity, I’m going to defend my title against one of the most feared competitors in EXODUS in a chairshot survival match. Tom Matheny: ... Are you sure about this? Ruby Tyler: Like I said, Tom. Winning it was the easy part. Keeping hold of it is going to be a hell of a lot harder. Without warning, Tom jumps in his seat a little as Ruby wonders what would make him startled. She looks around...then looks behind her. Sitting right next to her is the former San Diego Bay champion, Kevin Hardaway...sporting a bandage around his nose from the headbutts he received at her hand at The War Isn’t Over Yet. Ruby doesn’t move however, and neither does Kevin, who’s sitting in a slumped position with a smirk across his face. Ruby Tyler: And what do you want? Kevin Hardaway: What do I want? I want for my Family to fully take over this company. I want my daughter to go to a good school and become valedictorian. I want a million dollars. But you know what, sweetheart... you know the one thing I want the most. And all you’re doing is just keeping it warm for me. Because CLEARLY... you got one up on me and I respect that. But if you think that you’re going to keep that for the foreseeable future... well, think again. Ruby Tyler: Try me. Kevin Hardaway: The last time you said that, I almost crushed your neck to the point where you were going to drink through a straw for the rest of your life. And now, you think that you want to make sure that I *never* walk again? A “chairshot survival” match, huh? That doesn’t scare me. Not one bit. You got lucky that all that’s wrong with you is a sore neck and a voice that makes you sound like a chain smoker. At Battle Without Honor or Humanity...you won’t be drinking through a straw. You won’t be drinking at all. You won’t be doing anything at all. I promise you that, sweetheart. He gently strokes her cheek and chuckles as Ruby moves away from him, Kevin getting up and walking out of the picture as Ruby and Tom look on.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 22, 2015 18:19:04 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: Well... that was certainly a thing. Seth Ericson: First Furor, now Kira T. Zeppeli... what's next? Daisuke Iwakuma? Are we going to have to deal with a resurrected Gods & Monsters? Dick Morosi: No idea, Seth, but what I do know is that up next we have Saikosoma battling "The New Hope" Christian Kane! REGULAR MATCH CHRISTIAN KANE vs. SAIKOSOMAThe lights slowly die away as the opening to Aphex Twin's "vordhosbn" slinks across the speakers. As the frenetic, fractured beat and the urgent screech of the synthesisers fill the darkness, a shape starts moving through the crowd. What little light remains in the auditorium catches flashes of bright colours within the distorted silhouette as it steadily makes its way down the stands and over the guardrail to the ring. Over the course of five or six seconds, the house lights flicker back on in sections to reveal - perched at the top of a ringpost like a gargoyle - the feathered and face-painted form of Saikosoma. She leans back, spreading her arms out, then leaps into the centre of the ring. She drops to a kneeling position and spreads her arms again, looking around the audience, then slithers backwards on her knees and belly to her corner. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks. David Zinkus: ...now making his way to the ring...CHRISTIAN KANE! With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp, acknowledging certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. Christian stares at the ring, a stoic, focused expression that eventually turns into a smirk as Kane makes his way up the steps, the crowd cheering for him all the while over his music. From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more. After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. The bell sounds. They circle one another slowly in the middle of the ring. They move into a collar and elbow tie up. Kane grabs Saikosoma into a headlock. She sends him off into the ropes. Saikosoma runs off the ropes back at Kane, he drops down she runs over him back into the ropes. Saikosoma runs off the ropes back at Kane, he leapfrogs over Saikosoma as she returns into the ropes. Saikosoma runs back at Kane, he takes her over with a hip toss. Saikosoma returns to her feet, Kane grabs her taking her over with an arm drag. They both bounce back up, Kane takes Saikosoma over with a side headlock takedown. Dick Morosi:: Christian Kane showing some great technique in the early going. Seth Ericson:: Christian Kane has to be buzzing over losing to Chris Strike two weeks ago. Tonight is his chance to bounce back. They return to their feet. Saikosoma sends Kane off. He runs off the ropes back at Saikosoma, she leapfrogs over him. Kane runs back into the ropes back at Saikosoma she takes him down with a hard clothesline. Saikosoma grabs Kane around his head planting him down with a bulldog before floating over, as Saikosoma takes Kane around the back of his head into a rear chinlock. They return to their feet, Saikosoma has Kane into a side headlock now before Kane goes around into a go behind taking Saikosoma back into a side headlock of his own. Saikosoma sends him off into the ropes and Kane runs back at Saikosoma, she goes to grab him, Kane flips over back onto his feet grabbing Saikosoma throwing her down with a hard bodyslam. Dick Morosi:: Saikosoma didn’t see that coming! Seth Ericson:: The Handsome Drifter flipped over getting away from Saikosoma taking her down with a bodyslam. Very nice work from The Handsome Drifter. Kane goes to grab Saikosoma up, but she comes up nailing him with a stiff European uppercut sending him back onto the mat. Saikosoma grabs Kane around his head she lifts him up and down with a snap suplex. Saikosoma rises up dropping an elbow drop down onto Kane. She turns covering him. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT! They return to their feet aa Saikosoma runs back off the ropes running back at Kane, she runs at him, Kane kicks Saikosoma in the stomach doubling her over. Kane grabs Saikosoma hooking up her arms throwing her back with a double underhook suplex! Kane pulls Saikosoma to her feet once again, nailing her with a pair of punches. Kane jumps up taking Saikosoma down with a standing dropkick. Kane goes out to the ring apron making his way up to the top rope. Kane rises up leaping off for a crossbody, but Saikosoma dodges out of the way, Kane crashes into the mat. Dick Morosi:: Crash and burn for The Handsome Drifter!! Saikosoma runs at Kane kicking him in his side with a stiff soccer-style kick. She pulls him up to his feet and Saikosoma nails him with a pair of slaps to each side of his face! She grabs him around his arm sending him down with a side Russian leg sweep as Kane crashes face first into the mat. Saikosoma rises up to her feet and she goes to the ropes moving out to the ring apron. Saikosoma makes her way up to the top rope, to steady her before Saikosoma leaps off landing down onto Kane with a Split-Legged Corkscrew Moonsault right into a cover! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!! Saikosoma pulls Kane up to his feet. She sends him into the corner and Saikosoma runs in at him, but Kane dodges out of the way, Saikosoma slams hard into the turnbuckles. Saikosoma staggers back and turns around out of the corner. Kane runs at Saikosoma nailing her with a running clothesline. Kane turns, Saikosoma rises up off the mat, he spins around nailing her with a roaring elbow. Kane stands over Saikosoma, he jumps up landing down onto her with a standing shooting star press. Kane covers her. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!! Kane rises up to his feet, looking over at the referee for a faster count as Saikosoma slowly moves up. Kane runs at her, but she nails him with a jumping clothesline. Saikosoma pulls Kane up to his feet and she sends him off into the ropes for a clothesline. Kane ducks under the clothesline attempt. Kane jumps up dropping Saikosoma with the SSK! Kane covers her. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! David Zinkus:: The winner of this match Christian Kane!! Dick Morosi:: Christian Kane gets the win! WINNER: Christian KaneSeth Ericson: That's the man right there! Christian Kane goes to the next round of the Honor Cup! Saikosoma put up a good fight but in the end, there's nothing anyone can do to stop The New Hope! Dick Morosi: Right you are, Seth! Let's head for a commercial break.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 22, 2015 18:17:43 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: You know, I think I'm starting to see why the fanfiction girl's stories about those two are getting so popular... Seth Ericson: It's a rivalry for the ages, folks, and Christian Kane has truly been living up to the title of New Hope. Dick Morosi: Yes but right now we've got another quarterfinal match! Let's go to ringside and see what happens when Demarcus Gresham faces off against mara's very own Vorace! HONOR CUP QUARTERFINAL MATCH VORACE vs. DEMARCUS GRESHAMThe lights dim as the singing introduction of Blackstar's "K.O.S (Determination)" plays over the speakers. A single spotlight hits the stage area and shortly after the slow stride of DeMarcus Gresham steps into it with his head down toward the floor a slight nod to the beat before bringing his head up and rolling his shoulders forward almost hissing as he takes his first step. The crowd reacts to his presence and he doesn't give them attention as the spotlight follows his slow stroll toward ringside as he steps closer the once dim light becomes brighter and brighter as if bringing illumination to a lost nation with each step. By the time he reaches the ring the house lights are fully on and the spotlight has dwindled. He uses the steps to enter the ring and once inside he yells out toward the crowd about his superiority leading him over them while pointing toward his temple. The fans boo a little more reacting to his pandering and he basks in it preparing for another Gifted night. Dick Morosi: And it seems some of the Las Vegas fans are familiar with Gresham already. Seth Ericson: Bad attitude or not, he's been given a ringing endorsement from Jonathan Collins, and that might be enough to do well for him in this case. Dick Morosi: But first, he needs to get past Vorace! "You want to rain on my survival story!? You’re crazy baby ‘cause I’ve never had a doubt I’m singin’ songs about love and glory Oh, oh, oh..." The lights begin to flicker in the manner characteristic of all members of mara's Family, with the unexpected sound of "Can't Break Me Down" by Billy Idol heralding it. The upbeat sound accompanied by the creepy lights only serves to confuse the crowd, which only worsens when he steps out onto the stage. The man in the lion mask stands still as stone, not once seeming to be aware of the upbeat song playing for him. "Your gun went BANG! BANG! BANG! You shot me to the ground But you can’t break me down!" He begins to walk down to the ring continuing to pay no heed to the tune playing around him, the crowd watching him uncertainly, the gap between the tone of the song and the stiff, slow movements of the one it's for almost too wide for them to handle. He climbs up onto the ring apron and stands, awaiting the call from a nervous David Zinkus, who begins the intro. David Zinkus: And introducing, from...from I don't know where, he is known as VORACE! "BANG! BANG! BANG! You tried to knock me out No, you can’t break me down" The lion-headed man finally enters into the ring at this, and Zinkus immediately retreats, leaving the man alone in the ring, faced down by the crowd. Their reaction does not seem to affect him, he doesn't even seem to hear it. "It’s just my natural reaction When I hit the floor I’m the original assassin..." The lights and the music in the arena both cut at the same time, leaving the audience sitting in silent darkness. From the darkness, the electronically filtered voice of Vorace speaks out, completing the verse. "...I come up for more..." The lights come back on, finding Vorace sitting in the corner, awaiting in silence for what comes next. The bell and Vorace and Demarcus Gresham circle each other and taps hands in the middle of the ring as they dance around. They lock up and Vorace ducks under and locks Demarcus Gresham in a chicken wing pulling up on his arm. Demarcus Gresham stands pat for a second, and reverses the hold putting Vorace in a chicken wing. Vorace slaps his shoulder and runs into the ropes with Demarcus Gresham in tow, Vorace into the ropes chest first, Demarcus Gresham drops down and rolls up Vorace! ONE! TW-..GOTTA COME HARDER THAN THAT! Demarcus Gresham backpedals into the ropes and as Vorace is getting up, Demarcus Gresham connects with a drop kick! Demarcus Gresham wraps Vorace’s arm around his leg, spins around and goes for another quick pin by rolling up Vorace again! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT...NOT SO FAST, SLICK! Vorace kicks out and rolls to his feet. Vorace burst towards Demarcus Gresham and takes him down with a clothesline. Vorace into the ropes, Demarcus Gresham to his feet, Vorace with a dropkick on Demarcus Gresham! Standing leg drop on Demarcus Gresham and Vorace with his own quick pin. ONE! TWO!! ...YOU KNOW NOTHING, JON SNOW! On one knee Vorace takes a handful of hair and punches Demarcus Gresham a couple of times while D'Artis Johnson calls for the break. Dick Morosi: You can’t have a handful of hair. Seth Ericson: Well you can. Vorace to his feet after the break, stomps on Demarcus Gresham and drops a standing elbow on Demarcus Gresham, covers him. ONE! TWO!! ...that’s all...no joke, sorry. Vorace with another elbow drop. Snaps to his feet… quickly drops an elbow! followed by a another…. and another….. and another….. and another….. and another….. and another….. and another….. and another….. ...with a cover! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT cuz BLACK DON’T CRACK! Vorace goes right back to the elbow! And quickly follows that with another! and another….. and another….. and another….. and another….. and another….. Crowd is counting along now. and another….. (EIGHT!) and another….. (NINE!) and another….. (TEN!) The coover…. ONE! TWO!! K-K-K-K-KICKOUT!. Demarcus Gresham gets his shoulder up! Dick Morosi: That was like 20 elbow drop right there. Seth Ericson: I wonder if Shawn has elbow tendonitis? Dick Morosi: One would think after that. Demarcus Gresham slowly rolls out of the ring holding his upper chest. He rolls his feet to the floor and is leaning on the ring apron trying to catch his breath. Vorace slowly gets to his feet as well and spots Demarcus Gresham turning his back to the ring after taking a couple of steps away from it himself. As Demarcus Gresham rotates his one shoulder looking to free it up, Vorace runs across the ring, into the ropes, bounces off of them and sprints across the ring, as Demarcus Gresham turns Vorace dives through the second and third rope and into Demarcus Gresham knocking him down! Seth Ericson: Vorace throwing caution to the wind! Dick Morosi: Gresham better get something going if he wants to win this match. Vorace takes Demarcus Gresham by his hair and pulls him up to his feet. The fans are supporting Demarcus Gresham as Vorace goes to sling into him into the corner post, but Demarcus Gresham REVERSES IT! Vorace smacks off the steel post. Demarcus Gresham takes Vorace by the trucks and back of the head and slings him into the guard rails! Demarcus Gresham rolls into the ring to break the count and rolls back out. Vorace is favoring his back as Demarcus Gresham now picks him up his hair, chops him across the chest for good measure and Demarcus Gresham scoops Vorace up, and drops him over the guard rail! Vorace slowly slides off of it and lays on the mat on the floor clutching his midsection. Dick Morosi: The tides have turned suddenly. Seth Ericson: And Demarcus Gresham is in the driver's seat it looks like. Again Demarcus Gresham rolls into the ring to break the count. Rolling back out Demarcus Gresham stomps on Vorace. He then helps Vorace to his feet, and throws him into the side of the ring. With a handful of hair, Demarcus Gresham slams Vorace head into the mat of the ring before rolling him back into the ring himself. Vorace rolls a couple of times to give him space from Demarcus Gresham, but it backfires on him as Demarcus Gresham uses the ropes and slingshots himself over the top rope with a big splash on Vorace! Demarcus Gresham hooks the leg! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT...YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?! Dick Morosi: That was close! Seth Ericson: Real close! Demarcus Gresham locks Vorace in a chin lock and puts all the weight he can on Vorace. D’Artis Johnson checks to makes sure it’s not an illegal choke hold. Dick Morosi: Demarcus Gresham looking to wear down Vorace. Seth Ericson: Smart move by Gresham, just lean on him, make him work to breath, tire him out. Demarcus Gresham makes Vorace sit up so he can place even more weight on him. Demarcus Gresham breaks the chin lock, drives his elbow in Vorace’s neck and plants his knee in the middle of his back and goes back to a chin lock. Demarcus Gresham pulls back on Vorace’s chin and head while holding his knee in the middle of his back. Vorace reaches up and tries to wrangle Demarcus Gresham’s hands free, Demarcus Gresham responds with a chop to the side of the face, rake at the eyes and back into the chin lock. Vorace gets his feet under him, “bridges” up and as Demarcus Gresham goes to strike Vorace again, Vorace counters with a pele kick on Demarcus Gresham! Vorace to his feet! Enziguri on Demarcus Gresham! Demarcus Gresham dazed, Vorace whips him to the turnbuckles, follows in with a clothesline and comes out of the corner with a bulldog! Vorace with a standing shoot star press Vorace! Hooks the leg! ONE! TWO!! THR..GET THAT SHIT OUTTA HERE....KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Vorace showing some life here. Seth Ericson: Gresham needs to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand. Vorace scoops up Demarcus Gresham and hits a snap suplex on Gresham! Vorace then looks at the top turnbuckle and steps out of the ropes. Dick Morosi: Looks like Vorace is going high risk here. Seth Ericson: Looks like he looking to end this one here! As Vorace climbs the turnbuckles and steadies himself on the top rope, Demarcus Gresham jumps up and dives for the ropes, falling into them and causing Vorace to lose his footing and slip off of the turnbuckle and land on his ding ding on the unprotected part of the rigging. Demarcus Gresham uses the ropes to stand up, he takes Vorace by the hair and connects with a right! He steps up on the bottom rope, another right. He steps up on the second rope. Another right. Demarcus Gresham looks out in the crowd for a second, they cheer him on and Demarcus Gresham hops up to the top rope, takes a hold of Vorace and hits a flying headbutt from the second rope on Vorace! Demarcus Gresham rolls him over, the cover. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT...YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?! Dick Morosi: Oh so close! Seth Ericson: Gresham can’t believe it! Demarcus Gresham pounds his fist on the mat as he can’t believe Vorace kicked out. Vorace is crawling away and trying to get to his feet as he does. Demarcus Gresham gets to his feet, charges and kicks Vorace in the side. Vorace sits up on his knees holding his side. Demarcus Gresham goes for the Irish Whip, Vorace reverses, GRESHAM REVERSES AGAIN....THE ENLIGHTENMENT! He hooks the leg, and that's it! ONE! TWO!! ... ... ... THREE!!! Dick Morosi: Gresham out of no where!! David Zinkus:: The winner of this match DeMarcus Gresham! WINNER: DeMarcus Gresham“K.O.S. (Determination)” begins to play over the speakers as Gresham comes up, raising his arm in the air as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Vorace simply lays on the mat, unmoving. Dick Morosi: DeMarcus gets it! The Truly Gifted adds another victory column, and goes forward in the Honor Cup! Seth Ericson: Jon Collins knows how to pick ‘em huh? Dick Morosi: Indeed. You know that Jon has to be backstage right now watching this with pride. Seth Ericson: No doubt. Big moment for the outsider. Dick Morosi: And what a disappointing moment for the masked man of the Family. Seth Ericson: Came in talking big, and nothing happened. Dick Morosi: True, but it’s still a big win for DeMarcus, as he goes on in the Honor Cup. Gresham, seemingly not one for overt celebrating, begins to exit the ring now that his victory’s been announced. He does not take one look at the man he’s just beaten. Vorace continues to lay in the ring after DeMarcus leaves. He is still, unmoving. The referee begins to walk over to check on him, and almost leaps back when his ankle is grabbed by the man in the Lion helmet. It seems some word is spoken to the referee, who backs off and goes to call for a microphone, quickly passing it along to the man before getting out of Dodge. One arm slowly, creakily, places the microphone against the mouth of the helmet, and begins to speak. Vorace: He’s right. The crowd reacts to this mostly with confusion, and the man continues. Vorace: DeMarcus, that is. He was right, when he spoke about me. The points he rose were valid. Calling me lost, trying to find my place in the world. That this mask is a shelter. Essentially calling me inferior for how I’ve acted since one month ago. And he is right. I see now, that I have misplaced myself again. And so… Suddenly Vorace’s legs come up, knees almost pressing to his chest before he’s suddenly kipped up onto his feet. The crowd is stunned, this amount of movement coming from the slow, corpselike Vorace confusing them even more. He looks to the ramp that DeMarcus just left via. Vorace: I congratulate you, DeMarcus Gresham! I applaud your victory, you deserved it, so add my name to those you’ve already overcome! I’m looking forward to seeing you go on, “Gifted”, and I expect to see you win this! Ascend to the top, because I want something to look forward to after this, I want a new fight to look forward to when my mission is done! Vorace: So thank you, DeMarcus, you helped set what I had been thinking for two long weeks now. It’s a problem of mine, you see. It was what caused my death 1 year ago, and it was my downfall this past month. I get too deep into it. This mask, this ring gear, the mannerisms...they are all in the way. That was excusable when there was a reason for them but now...now that they did the one thing I wanted, and so fast, there’s no real reason to use them anymore. One hand reaches up, and undoes one latch on the right underside of his helmet. Vorace: And more than that, I’ve allowed myself to lose sight of what really matters to me. The real reason I’ve returned from beyond. I got too into this grander, fictional revenge scheme. Revenge isn’t THE most important thing here. No, no… The hand reaches around his neck now, undoing the similar latch on the left underside of his helmet. It then reaches just a bit behind it, finding a switch, and he flips it. He speaks again, the filter gone, and the blood of the crowd goes cold. “Vorace”: There’s only one thing that matters here. Dick Morosi: Oh God no. His head briefly dips forward, the front of the helmet flopping open but obscuring his face. And then he quickly throws his head back, the helmet being thrown from his head to land on the mat behind him. And the face everyone hoped to never see again is once again seen. Kira T. Zeppeli: And it’s time I start to remind you all of just what that is. The crowd can only stare at the smiling face of the former San Diego Bay champion for a few painful moments before the lights in the arena all go off at once. The crowd sits in silence and darkness for a moment, before the lights come back on. Kira is gone, leaving the helmet in the ring, the helmet now shattered like it was smashed with a sledgehammer. That is one of the two things left in the ring. The other is a familiar burlap sack. The camera focuses on this sight, the destroyed helmet of Vorace and the burlap sack, the crowd and announcers both silenced by what’s happened. And on this sight, this silence, this Despair...we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 22, 2015 18:15:21 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and we cut to a hype video set to "In the Air Tonight" by Nonpoint! As the intro to the song starts, we cut to clips of both stars from Kingdom of Japan Pro Wrestling and EXODUS Pro! I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord... And I've been waiting for this moment for all of my life Oh lord, oh lord... It's a shot of Tsutomu Nishioka posing! Norihiro Akashi hitting the Dream Weaver! Caleb Storm hitting the Halo Smasher! Fiona Collins hitting the Shinigami! Well you told me you were drowning I would not lend a hand I've seen your face before, my friend But I don't know if you know who I am... Clips of the arrival of Monster Head Duo! Genji Yamato introducing us to the trainees of the Fighting Love Dojo! Shinji Uchikawa debuting his new Tadaime finisher in Japan! Kevin Hardaway slamming someone in the head with a chair! Well I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes Well you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been And it's all been a pack of lies! More and more, shots of some of the amazing crowds that have filled arenas for KJPW and EXODUS are shown and as we cut to shots of the top champions like Justin Brooks, Chris Strike, Riki Ichiro, Naoki Fukuda all show, we cut down to the reminder. EXODUS KINGDOM 2! JULY 13, 2015! KAZUMA FUJITA AND GENJI YAMATO IN ACTION AGAINST REVOLUTION! EXHIBITION MATCH CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. KOHEI OBATADavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, standing in the ring, from Kyoto, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds! KOHEI! OBATA! While “Stronger” by Kanye West + Daft Punk plays through the Hard Rock Casino and Hotel, the camera zooms in on the ring, focusing on Obata, who gets cheered on by a few members of the audience (the smart fans) who know him from his various stints on the independent scene, as well as in his home country of Japan. Kohei stretches and limbers up in the middle of the squared circle as he awaits for his opponent to arrive. Dick Morosi: Here’s another young cup that will be hitting (R)evolution soon, Seth. However, tonight he has a strong chance to make a name for himself. Seth Ericson: And an even stronger chance of being turned to mince meat by our EXODUS World Champion, who is not in the best of moods. The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy blares out of the PA system, green spotlights beginning to swirl all across the arena. The LCD screen zones down from the heavens onto an field filled with high grass covering it and the wind beating against it…and at its center, there is one man standing and as he opens his way and lifts his head up, lightning strikes him down! David Zinkus: And his opponent! From Sao Paulo, Brazil by way of Denver, Colorado… weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds! He is the EXODUS World Champion. The War Machine! CHRIS! STRIKKKKKEEEE! As the lightning hits the man at the center, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, as Reika Seragaki emerges from the smoke first to heavy boos from the crowd and Chris Strike follows suit from behind her, slowly stepping out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up – EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title held high as the smoke emerges higher and pyros shoot out from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring, ignoring any distractions in his way while Reika Seragaki follows him from behind. … Never again! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO MORE REGRETS! WHAT’S DONE IS DONE, CAN’T BE ERASED! KNOW! KNOW YOUR REGRETS...SAVOR THE BITTER AFTERTASTE!!!!!Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope while Reika Seragaki slides inside the ring. As he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight while Reika Seragaki is just right behind him. Chris Strike slowly raises the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title in the air, savoring the moment as the crowd boos him with a grin while Reika applauds him, sitting themselves in the middle rope and allowing the champion to go under it with ease. He looks around at the crowd, raising the EXODUS Pro World title in the air again before walking to the nearest corner, leaning against the turnbuckle and observing his surroundings. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike is not happy that he was unable to defeat Christian Kane two weeks ago at The War Isn’t Over Yet. Seth Ericson: Poor choice of words there, Dick. He did beat Kane, by the simple fact that he’s still the World Champion. Dick Morosi: Thanks to a draw, which many believe had the match gone any longer, Christian Kane would be the man carrying the big gold belt. Alas, Strike is still the man to beat in EXODUS. Seth Ericson: We can dance on hypotheticals all we want, Dick. Right now it’s fight time. DING! DING! DING! As the bell chimes thrice, both competitors begin to inch toward the center of the ring. Despite being in the ring with a living legend, and the current EXODUS World Champion, Obata doesn’t show any immediate signs of nerves or jitters. Sensing this, the willy veteran from Brazil looks to get him out of sorts. In a blatant show of disrespect, The War Machine begins to hop on one leg in a Crane Kick position, mocking the young Japanese wrestler. Strike almost dares Obata to lay one on him with his arrogant, and reprehensible display. He doesn’t have to ask twice either. Chris is suddenly taken off his feet and left holding his money maker courtesy of a textbook Dropkick, as Kohei kicks him right in the kisser. Climbing back to his feet, the two time Heavyweight Champion looks on in shock, visibly appalled by his foe’s fearlessness. Gritting his teeth, Chris charges right at him - only to be sent flying in a forward somersault thanks to a perfect Japanese Arm Drag. Upon landing on the canvas, Strike scrambles back to his feet to rush his younger opponent once more - only to receive a second Japanese Arm Drag as the product of Kyoto handles him with relative ease. Flustered and on retreat, Chris stumbles to a stand and leans into the ropes - only to be sent over them as Kohei delivers a STIFF Clothesline. The spectators cheer loudly in wake of the shocking turn of events, as the EXODUS World Champion is left reeling by a relative unknown commodity. Dick Morosi: I can’t believe what I’m seeing, Seth! This kid Kohei Obata, whoever he is… I have no idea. But right now that doesn’t matter. He’s playing with house money in the land of opportunity! This kid is taking the fight to Chris Strike, and dare I say he’s giving the World Champion all he can handle. Seth Ericson: I won’t go that far, but I’m just as speechless as you are, Dick. He may not be anything special, but he’s still a professional wrestler who has nothing to lose. That’s what you’re seeing right now, and he’s got Strike licking his chops. As The War Machine attempts to regain his bearings, Kohei begins to clap his hands, looking to get the crowd behind him. He doesn’t have to worry about that, as the audience cheers in support, hoping to will him to victory over one of their most hated figures. With a look of determination on his visage, Obata runs to the far ropes, leaning into the ring cables to build up a head of steam. As he nears the next set of ropes he suddenly leaps into the air, clearing them with a brilliant, and gravity defying somersault. Back on his feet now, Chris Strike scans the vicinity for his inexperienced adversary - only to find a shadow being casted over his body. As he looks up he sees Kohei plummeting from the sky, and can do absolutely nothing to protect himself as the two hundred and thirty pound upstart takes him out with a Tope Con Hilo. Both superstars lie on the floor in a heap of sweat and broken bodies - until Obata springs up to a stand, shaking his fist and playing to the crowd with fierce exuberance. Dick Morosi: Obata is in control of this match, Seth. I can’t believe what I’m witnessing. He’s schooling Chris Strike. He’s taking the EXODUS World Champion to task for Christ’s sake! Seth Ericson: We are in Vegas. Crazier things have happened, Dick. Muffled by the sound of the crowd is referee Brian Lowery’s voice, as he yells at Obata to bring the action back into the ring. As the referee begins his ten count, Kohei looks to follow the rules, and begins to lift Strike up off the floor - only to receive a thumb to the eye that immediately blinds him. Having impaired the Kyoto native’s vision, Chris quickly takes him by the head and leads him toward the edge of the ring before shoving him head first into the steel post. Obata collapses from the point of impact, as the collision of chrome dome and steel emits an audible ruckus heard even in the cheap seats. With a frustrated look on his countenance, Strike goes right on the assault. He grabs Obata around the neck with one hand, and grips his ring trunks by the other, before tossing him head first into the guardrail. The audience in front row step back following the near car crash like collision. Unsatisfied with the results, the War Machine lifts his foe up again before tossing him even HARDER into the guardrail. As Obata lies in a crumpled heap on the floor, Strike raises an arm into the air to a chorus of boos. Seth Ericson: There he is, there’s the World Champion we all know and love. He gave this kid his fifteen minutes of fame, but unfortunately for him fame is fickle! Dick Morosi: I don’t quite see it that way. I saw Chris Strike getting bested, and as usual he had to resort to underhanded tactics to get the advantage. As Brian Lowery reaches a count of six, Strike drags Obata’s deadweight to a vertical base before throwing him into the ring and climbing in after him. He quickly leaps into the air before dropping a knee across Kohei’s throat. He holds it there for a few seconds, compressing his opponent’s larynx whilst he cuts off his air supply. After being threatened with disqualification, Chris relinquishes his hold, and throws his arms up into the air to plead the fifth. With a self confident smirk etched on his mug, The War Machine leans down to grab Obata around the head, and slowly pulls him to his feet. With a hold of Obata’s arm, Strike pushes him back, before reeling him in RIGHT into a vicious Lariat. The World Champion isn’t done though. He drags Kohei back to his feet, and pushes him back once again before pulling him forward and stepping right into ANOTHER STIFF LARIAT! With a sickening smirk on his face Strike leans down to grab Obata by the head for a third consecutive time. The young superstar looks visibly out of it after having been beheaded two times in a row by the veteran of over a decade. With an evil look in his eyes, Strike goes for a the Lariat again - but misses. Obata ducks, ending up behind the World Champion, allowing him to pull the Brazilian down into a School Boy Pin. ”ONE!”
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“THR - NO KICKOUT!” Just at the last second Strike is able to kick out of the pin. He goes along with the momentum, and rolls back until he sits up one knee. Springing back to his feet, Kohei quickly charges right at him, only to run into a SHOTEI! The Open Palm Strike cracks him right in the face, knocking him visibly unconscious as the slap echoes through the arena. Seth Ericson: What did the hand say to the face, Dick? SLAP! Dick Morosi: You make me sick sometimes, Seth. No longer pussyfooting around, Chris Strike lifts Kohei’s deadweight up to vertical base, leans him over and places his head between his legs in a standing headscissors. The War Machine then reaches around his opponent's midsection before lifting him upside down. From there he hooks his arms around one of Obata’s legs, before dropping down to spike him head first into the canvas with the Nepenthe. Dick Morosi: NEPENTHE! This is one is over, thank God. With Obata possibly concussed, and sprawled, Strike climbs back to his feet. Instead of going for a traditional lateral press, the World Champion simply puts a boot onto his lifeless opponent’s chest, and shouts at Brian Lowery to count. After putting up a protest, Lowery has no choice but to acknowledge the pinfall. As he drops down to make the count, The War Machine flexes his muscle to deafening boos. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
*DING! DING! DING* "No More Regrets" sounds on the P.A. system as the EXODUS World Champion stands tall in the ring, grinning from ear to ear while the crowd tries to drown out his theme music with boos and jeers. WINNER: Chris StrikeDick Morosi: What a joke. I have more class in my finger than Chris Strike has in his entire body. He's an indictment of this company, and the values we promote. Seth Ericson: Oh hush, Dick. He's the EXODUS World Champion. You may not like his methods, hell you don't even have to like him, but you will respect him. Otherwise, that will happen to you. Upon receiving his World Championship from Brian Lowery, Strike shoves the senior official aside. Draping the belt over his shoulder, The War Machine motions to the back. Suddenly, the lights begin to dim, and a spotlight fixates itself on him. Closing his eyes, the two time World Champion slowly raises his prestigious title into the air, showing off even more. Dick Morosi: And this is why he has lost my respect, as well as the respect of the lockeroom, and the respect of these fans. It's that ego of his. He thinks he's bigger than everyone. Bigger than EXODUS even. Seth Ericson: Well until someone knocks him off the top of the mountain, he may very well be. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The crowd roars as the lights flash pink and blue alternately before the lights in the arena come back on permanently to reveal Christian Kane on the stage, seated atop a ladder! The New Hope smirks down the ramp at Chris Strike, who seems incensed as he grabs the ropes facing Kane and the ladder. He starts to bark up at Kane, who simply holds a finger up before lifting a microphone to his lips. Christian Kane: You’re probably going to want to calm down there, champ. I mean, I know you probably tired yourself out beating down a rookie...but don’t overexert yourself. After all I was pretty sure you’d still be lying unconscious in San Diego - you know, how I left you. Kane shakes his head, holding up three fingers in faux-disappointment before continuing. Christian Kane: But you see Strike, that’s why I’m out here...that’s why I’m up here. No one likes a draw, do they? I certainly didn’t, you absolutely didn’t, and more importantly...the fans didn’t. They don’t wanna see a champion who wastes their time beating down rookies. Did I embarrass you that badly, Strike? Did I show you up that much at The War Isn’t Over Yet that you seek validation against a kid? You’ve fallen so far already...and you’ll fall over and over and over again at Battle Without Honor Or Humanity 2 because you’re going to defend that title against me one more time...in a LADDER MATCH. No time limits. No ties. One winner. Whoever climbs this ladder and unhooks that title belt will be the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion. No excuses, no nothing. So, champ, what do you say? In a fit of range Chris Strike climbs onto the second rope, pointing at Kane and shouting loud enough for the cameras to pick up. Chris Strike: ANY TIME! ANY PLACE!He then raises his title belt, staring down The New Hope who grins at Strike’s response. The pair stare at each other, eyes locked for a tense few moments where the crowd is rapturous before the camera cuts to commercials.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 22, 2015 18:13:01 GMT -6
HELL: NÚMERO UNO! AIRING JUNE 30th! DON'T MISS IT, AMIGOS! HONOR CUP QUARTERFINAL MATCH CHRISTUM FUROR vs. MIEDODavid Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is for one fall, and is a Quarter Final match in this year’s Honor Cup! Introducing first… As the drum intro to Cucarachas Enojadas blasts over the PA system, Miedo appears in the entranceway, bathed in a dark green light. He stands there as the intro plays out, surveying the crowd, bathing in their boos and jeers. As the music picks up in the tempo, he heads straight for the ring, nodding his head in time to the music. As he reaches the apron, he speeds up, sliding in under the bottom rope, before springing back up to his feet with a roar. He gazes at the crowd all around him, before raising his left fist high in the air. He stays put in the middle of the ring, not retreating to his corner, waiting for the match to begin. David Zinkus: Fighting out of Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico, weighing in at 245lbs and representing HELL… MIEDOOO! And now, his opponent… The house lights suddenly dim in the arena; the venue is shrouded in a dark and ominous ambiance. The teaming masses of humanity in their seats stand in anticipation, while those already on their feet cheer and holler, and soon the spectrum fills with electricity: Now the arena lightning fixtures cast only vague silhouettes- while flashing cameras and EXIT signs located around the building provide the lone source of illumination. Realizing what lies on the horizon, those situated in the first few rows feverishly storm the guardrail along the aisle, as all eyes in the arena turns toward the entryway. The EXO-tron comes to life now, accompanied by the gradual guitar build-up and drums of Corrosion of Conformity's hit, Albatross. As the montage fades in, the infamous figure is exhibited in a pose lacking of color - he is captured in black and white values, with a glimpse of color every now and then as the video package displays his career highlights and signature moves. As the song picks up, a spotlight shines across the curtain that veils the entrance - it slowly begins to sway, and is finally parted like the Red Sea by the self-proclaimed deity who comes into the full view of those in attendance, his arms at his side, his hair darker, looking somewhat gelled. An uproar from the crowd is heard - while those characterized as Internet fans cheer, others who cannot overlook his past misdeeds boo vehemently - nevertheless, the audience reacts to the two time World Champion's arrival as he outstretches his broad arms out by his side and tilts his head back slightly, taking in a deep breath as he closes his eyes. Well, I'm feelin' left behind Lord, what a waste of time! They're gonna get you, run on How can I respect your crime, When all you criminals whine? They bought and sold you, run on, run on, yeah The EXODUS Original dawns a denim combat vest, underneath it is a tee with the sleeves torn off by hand with "RISE" spray painted in black. Completing his attire is a pair of black and grey tights with three white lines running horizontally across both thighs, black knee pads, a pair of long black ring boots, and white hockey style tape covering the wrists starting at the knuckles and stretching up to his forearms. The cold and calculating figure looks out toward the ring and begins to saunter, a plodding, methodical walk - leading with his alarms as they dangle loosely, somewhat swaying with a swagger that highlights the level of self-confidence he possesses. David Zinkus: Coming to the ring, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty eight pounds and fights out of Detroit, Michigan. He is the one they call... CHRISTUM! FUROR! Well, you can call me crazy You can call me wrong, 'cause See I was born a liar, albatross Fly on, fly on At the beckoning of his name, Furor quickly flanks to one side of the aisle and climbs onto the railing, perching himself as he sneers down at the onlookers basking in his presence. Once more, the man of infinite wisdom poses as more patrons rush the barricade while those too far away to get any closer continue to cheer or boo the polarizing superstar. My home is kind, man it pays to be blind. Well, I promise to forget you, run on, yeah. No swallowed pride, no conspiracy lie. Oh, broken promise of virtue, run on, Lord, run on Christum climbs down from the barricade to continue his march to the ring, glancing calmly at the onlookers on either side of him through his peripheral vision. Well you can call me lazy. But I know where I belong, cause. Cause i was born a liar. Albatross, fly on, fly on
With your trust in love. From your god above. Oh i believe. The albatross is me. He knees up onto the apron, replacing said knee with a foot as he comes to a stand along the ropes. He continues along the aisle-side, and as he approaches the turnbuckle closest to the camera, he plants a foot onto the second turnbuckle and comes to stand tall over the sea of people. Taking in a deep breath, for the third and final time he comes to pose with his martyr-esque symbolism. Well, you can call me crazy. You can call me wrong, 'cause. See I was born a liar, albatross Fly on, fly on He drops down and slips between the middle and top ropes, the house lights now making a slow return to their normal fixture while Christum Furor backs into the opposite corner from which he was perched and drops to a seated position, his head resting against the second turnbuckle pad while his mid-back is leant up against the first. He bends one leg so that his knee sticks upward, whilst the other is simply left to lie flat in a quarter-turn. As "Albatross" fades out, the electricity of the crowd comes to a fever pitch as they cheer and get ready for the contest. Dick Morosi: Well, here’s one for the books. Our very own Christum Furor, the man most people thought dead, who terrorized this company for years and looks to want to continue that trend… Seth Ericson: Face Miedo, a man who many people wish was dead, who has terrorized many companies south of the border and looks to continue that trend in our new sister promotion, HELL. Dick Morosi: To say that this is going to be a war is an understatement. Brian Lowery steps between the two warriors, and starts to break down the rules. He looks up, and sees the hatred in the two warriors eyes, before darting backwards as Miedo and Furor simultaneously throw punches, calling for the bell! Seth Ericson: And this match is underway in explosive fashion. Each man has a hand on the back of the other’s head, firing rights into the other’s face with full force. Gradually, it’s Miedo who starts to get the upper ground, breaking Furor’s flow, only for Christum to break it up with a hard Toe Kick to the stomach, followed up with a European Uppercut, causing Miedo to stagger back. Furor quickly follows up with a charging Lariat into Miedo’s chest, causing him to fall back into the corner, where Furor steps up a gear, unleashing a hard hitting sequence of Elbows, Kicks and Punches to keep the Mexican off guard. Dick Morosi: Furor quickly showing that all those months… wherever have done nothing to diminish his abilities. Furor takes Miedo by the arm, and whips him hard across the ring, causing Miedo to hit the opposite ringpost back first. Christum follows up, charging and then leaping at Miedo with a Corner Splash… only to be taken by surprise as Miedo burst out of the corner with a Spear, driving his shoulder hard into Miedo’s midsection and effectively shooting him out of the air. Miedo quickly drags Christum to his feet, before hoisting him up and above his head in a Military Press! Seth Ericson: Dios mio! Look at the strength of Miedo here, lifting Christum above his head as if he was nothing! Christum starts squirming, managing to slide out of Miedo’s grip, dropping down behind him, and immediately taking him up and over in a German Suplex! Dick Morosi: That’s Furor. Always thinking. Furor gets to his feet, whilst Miedo quickly scrabbles upright. As he stands, Furor grabs a hold of the back of Miedo’s mask, and runs him at the ringpost, trying to drive his face into the top of the post, only for Miedo to grab a hold of the ropes and block it, and catch Furor with a Back Elbow to the face. He follows up by grabbing a fistful of Christum’s hair, ramming his face into the turnbuckle! Miedo turns his around, and immediately starts barraging Furor with punches, working him from head to kidneys, up and down, before taking a hold of Furor and whipping him across the ring! He follows up with a Corner Spear, but Christum dodges it, Miedo driving his own shoulder into the ringpost. Miedo quickly spins around, bracing against the ringpost, only to be caught be a Corner Splash from Furor, quickly followed by a Running Clothesline! As Miedo staggers out of the corner, Furor slips behind him, and clocks him with a Brain Aneurysm, causing Miedo to stagger across the ring. Seth Ericson: Furor with that Inverted Headlock to Discus Elbow Smash right to the back of Miedo’s skull! I’m surprised he’s still standing. I don’t think Furor can believe it either! As Miedo turns, Furor charges him, but Miedo sees it coming, drops down, and lifts Furor up in a Flapjack, keeping him elevated as he staggers backwards, before dropping him throat first on the top rope! Miedo staggers back to the ropes, whilst Furor struggles to compose himself, clutching at his throat as he does so. As he gets upright, Miedo charges, and knocks Furor down with a huge Clothesline. Magnus quickly sits up, trying to keep himself moving, but Miedo follows up with a Running Stomp to the back of his head, causing Christum to roll forward onto all fours. Slowly, Miedo approaches as Furor starts to get upright, and is caught by surprise when Christum lashes out with another European Uppercut. Christum follows with an Elbow Smash, only for Miedo to barrel back with a Right Hook! Miedo follows up with a Knee Strike hard into Furor’s stomach, before getting him in a gutwrench, and lifting him up into a Powerbomb position… Dick Morosi: Oh, I think I know what’s coming. Miedo drops Furor to the mat with a Temiendo Este! Seth Ericson: Good Lord, what a Release Powerbomb! I could feel the ring shake from here. Looking at Furor laid out on the mat, Miedo sprints into the ropes, rebounding back, and hitting Christum with a huge Jumping Elbow Drop! He follows up by pulling Magnum up by the hair, laying into him with a massive punch as he gets up to his knees. With Furor on his knees, catching his breath, Miedo looks out to the crowd, soliciting a mix of cheers and jeers. Slowly, Miedo pulls Christum upright, only for Furor to suddenly burst into life, throwing Miedo’s hands off of him, and unleashing an Elbow Smash straight into Miedo’s jaw! He follows straight up with a second, but as he goes for the third Miedo breaks the flow with a Toe Kick to the midsection. Miedo quickly hooks him up for a Suplex, lifting Furor in the air, before stalling, holding the madman aloft with one arm as he taunts the crowd with the other, before slowly falling back, completing the Stalling Vertical Suplex, and floating over for the pin. ONE TWO Furor gets the shoulder up! Miedo stares at Brian Lowery, causing the official to back up slightly, before returning his attention to Furor. Backing into the ropes, Miedo comes back, and goes for a Jumping Leg Drop, only for Christum to quickly sit up right, causing Miedo to hit nothing but mat. As Miedo sits there, nursing his lower back, Furor gets upright. Miedo gets up too, only to be greeted with an Elbow Strike, followed by a second, and a third, driving Miedo into the ring ropes, and using the momentum to whip him across the ring. As Miedo comes back, Furor catches him was a Spinning Side Slam, whipping him around and into the mat. Dick Morosi: Neither competitor here giving their opponent any quarter. Furor gets up, with Miedo getting straight up. Christum quickly takes an arm, and whips him again, before bringing him straight back for a Short-Arm Clothesline, only for Miedo to duck it, and go for a Short-Arm Clothesline of his own, but Christum ducks it this time. Christum doesn’t let go, and brings Miedo back, breaking up the sequence with a Samoan Drop! Quickly picking Miedo back up, he locks him with a Double Underhook, before hoisting him in the air and hitting him with the Coffin Nails! Seth Ericson: What a Double Underhook Sitout Side Powerslam! That’s the move Furor has taken to calling the Coffin Nails. Furor goes for the pinfall. ONE TWO Miedo kicks out, pushing Furor up and off of him with the momentum. Christum starts shaking his head as he stands upright, with Miedo slowly trying to get himself up. Furor starts shouting, yelling for Miedo to stand. As he gets upright, Furor locks him in a single arm straight jacket, before whipping him out, going for the Lightning Blade, but Miedo dodges it, using the opportunity to lift Furor up and onto his shoulders from behind, locking Furor in his Tememe submission move! Dick Morosi: This is it! Miedo is going to make Furor tap! As Miedo wrenches down on Furor in the submission, Christum quickly fires back with some Elbow Strikes, causing Miedo to loosen his grip, and for Furor to slip down his back. Back to back with Miedo, Furor reaches back, locking Miedo under the chin, and lifting him up into a Gory Special. Seth Ericson: Oh no, I think this is it! Furor flips Miedo up and over, before dropping him headfirst into the mat with The Hammer Of Dawn. He hooks him up. ONE TWO THREE – Kickout! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, by way of pinfall… CHRISTUM FUROR! WINNER: Christum FurorMiedo gets the shoulder up, but a fraction of a second too late. Furor is immediately up, turning his back on Miedo as he leaves the ring, Albatross starting to blast over the PA system. Dick Morosi: And that’s it folks. With that hard fought victory over Miedo, Christum Furor cements not only his return to this company, but also his place in the Honor Cup. Seth Ericson: And… oh no, Miedo does not look happy. Miedo is on his feet, and roaring at the leaving Furor. He turns, and catches sight of Brian Lowery still in the ring. Before Brian can escape, Miedo grabs him first by the shoulder, and then by the throat, lifting him up, and slamming him down over his knee with a Garra Miedo! Dick Morosi: Oh come on, Brian was just calling the match as it is, he didn’t deserve that. Roaring, Miedo rolls out of the ring, and out of the arena. Seth Ericson: I don’t think Miedo much cares for that, Dick. Just thank anyone that now he’s out of the Honor Cup, he’s just HELL’s problem, and not ours. Let's head to commercial.
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