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Post by EXODUS Office on May 25, 2015 19:22:51 GMT -6
After commercial, the camera flickers to life on a dark set of stairs. Heather Halliwell is standing at the top, Lifer's note in her hand. She looks down, feeling the heat of several boilers and realizing where Lifer has asked her to meet him. She looks a bit less reassured than earlier, tentatively gripping the railing and descending the stairs slowly.
Heather Halliwell: Hello? Nick?
There's no answer as her voice echoes throughout the room. She's about three quarters of the way down when she begins to feel completely uneasy. She's beginning to have thoughts of turning back when a muffled cry carries through the room over the noisy boilers. She turns back and makes her way the rest of the way down. It takes her eyes a moment to adjust. She scans the room and her eyes finally fall on Destiny, tied up and gagged in between two of the steaming boilers. With a loud gasp, she rushes over to the young girl.
Heather Halliwell: F*cking st*t! Destiny!
Heather rushes over, studying the girl for damage. When she's satisfied that Destiny remained untouched, other than the obvious state she was currently in, she begins moving the gag. In her worry for the obviously overheated Destiny, she misses Destiny's muffled cries of protest. With the gag out, Destiny tries to speak, but her mouth is too dry. She valiantly tries anyway.
Destiny Starshine: Wait... Don't...
Before she can finish, quick footsteps reverberate throughout the room and a silhouette approaches them, dressed in a hooded sweatshirt and dark jeans. The New Iron ‘Saint’ didn’t waste any time at all assaulting the former EXODUS World Champion, grabbing hold of her throat and slamming her down to the floor. Helpless, the madman straddled Heather’s body, raining down punches like a ruthless monster letting out his frustrations on the woman’s face.
Noises escaped the raving lunatic, nearly inaudible laughter flooding the entire room. His eyes darted back up to Destiny, still strapped in her place. She was motionless, her face contorted as she watched her friend get absolutely brutalized in front of her. Another smile stretched across his face, Heather getting the rest of his attention.
Zack Lifer: I’m doing this for your own good! Both of you!
His words were striking, blood pouring down Heather’s nose while she looked up into the man’s callous brown hues, the man himself simply reveling in his control over her.
Zack Lifer: You’ll understand soon enough, won’t you? You’ll show your TRUE FACE for everyone to see that I was right! I. Was. RIGHT! Me and you are no different. We both will do anything it takes to get what we want, won’t we? You taught me that. You taught me that when things don’t go my way, I need to MAKE IT go my way, make this MY KINGDOM and that’s EXACTLY what I’m gonna do! Haha!!
Heather looks up at Lifer, the betrayal she feels showing brightly in her eyes. She tries to speak feebly, but blood from her lips and nose only cause her to gurgle incoherently. Destiny shrieks loudly, the first noise she's made since the attack began.
Destiny Starshine: LEAVE HER ALONE! JUST LEAVE HER ALONE, HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH?
The ‘Archangel’ turns to Destiny and laughed once again, a wide smirk across his features.
Zack Lifer: Honey, I’m just gettin’ started!!
With that, the monster gives Heather one final farewell punch across the jaw, stumbling up to his feet once more. She couldn’t move, not right away. That’s exactly how he wanted it. To Destiny’s surprise, however, Lifer approached her next, wasting little time undoing her straps and letting her free. Before running away, she stared at him with wide eyes, almost expecting something more.
Zack Lifer: What’re you waiting for? Go!!
With that, the madman gestures for her to leave first, almost politely letting her scurry free. A short time after examining the damage Heather suffered, he stepped over her body and walked out of the room, a casual gait to his walk while he headed to his locker room to get ready for his match.
TAG TEAM MATCH
GRENDEL & DEVAN WHITMORE vs. BEOWULF & ABBY PARK
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a tag team match, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
The Hanging Tree by James Newton Taylor featuring Jennifer Lawrence starts to play over the PA system, accompanied by a chorus of boos from the crowd. Out of the entranceway come GRENDEL and Devan Whitmore, stepping slowly to the beat of the music. The two lovers ignore the catcalls of the crowd, their gaze fully locked upon the ring as they step down the ramp. As they reach ringside, Devan makes her way to the ring steps, whilst GRENDEL steps up onto the apron. The giant pushes the top and middle ring ropes apart, making room for Devan to slip through, giving her lover a quick peck on the lips as she passes him. Once she’s in, GRENDEL releases the ropes, and steps in over the top rope, moving to join Devan in the centre of the ring. Taking a hold of her by the waist, he lifts her up, with ease, onto his shoulder, and raises his free arm, whilst she taunts the booing crowd.
David Zinkus: Representing REVOLUTION, and tipping the scales at a combined weight of 430lbs… they are Devan Whitmore and GRENDEL!
As the crowd erupts in even more boos, GRENDEL lowers Devan back to the mat, and follows her into their corner.
Dick Morosi: REVOLUTION as popular as ever it seems Seth.
Seth Ericson: These people are just afraid of change, Dick.
David Zinkus: And now, introducing their opponents…
The arena lights fade to dark, as Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) by The Prodigy begins to play over the PA. White searchlights start scanning the arena, as the intro plays. After about 30 seconds, the searchlights snap to two points on opposite sides of the ring, towards the back of the arena, highlight both Abby Park and Beowulf stood on the guard rail at the back of their respective sides. With a nod, the pair jump off the rail in unison, and start to make their way to the ring through the crowd, letting fans pat them on the back, and cheer them, as they go. Eventually reaching the ring barrier, they both vault the metal barricade, and join each other at the base of the ramp.
David Zinkus: Representing the Storm, and weighing in at a combined weight of 342kbs… they are Abby Park and Beowulf!
As Zinkus finishes, the pair nod, and charge forward, sliding in under the bottom rope. Realising what’s about to happen, Devan and GRENDEL charge forward, laying in lefts and rights as the two Storm members get to their feet, and start belting back with lefts and rights of their own! Beowulf is locked up with GRENDEL, Abby with Devan, Zinkus has high tailed it out of the ring, and D’Artis Johnson is trying to regain order. Beowulf manages to push GRENDEL off of him, and knocking him back to the ring ropes. Beowulf charges up, but GRENDEL sees him coming, and sends him flying over the top rope with a big Back Body Drop. He casts a quick eye to Devan, and sees she’s managed to whip Park into the ring post. With a nod, he turns and leaves the ring, climbing over the top rope, and jumping off the Apron, landing on Beowulf with a Diving Double Foot Stomp. As Devan stands back, letting Abby stands, D’Artis finally calls for the bell.
Dick Morosi: And we’re finally underway, Seth. Both teams taking it to their opponents, even before the bell rang.
GRENDEL has left Beowulf clutching his ribs on the floor, as he makes his way around to his corner.
Seth Ericson: The Storm started that, Dick, REVOLUTION just played it better.
Abby bursts out of the corner, and tries to charge down Devan. Whitmore ducks Abby’s Clothesline attempt, however, and goes straight for a Schoolgirl!
ONE
TW-
Kickout!
Seth Ericson: A cheeky strategy from Devan there, that almost paid off!
Dick Morosi: It’ll take more than that to beat a former World champ.
Abby gets straight back up, but Devan is already backing away, smiling as she does so. Frustrated, Abby charges again, but Devan sidesteps, and locks in a Waistlock. Park quickly unleashes a barrage of Elbows, before spinning round and locking in a Waistlock of her own, before taking Devan down with a Mat Slam. Abby quickly backs up, dodging an attempted Trip as Whitmore gets back up. Devan quickly bursts forward, and gets taken with an Arm Drag. Whitmore rolls out, comes back, and gets taken down with another Arm Drag. Devan rolls out, and backs into the corner, only for Abby to charge into her, shoulder first, and hit a series of Repeated Shoulder Thrusts into Devan’s abdomen.
Dick Morosi: Abby Park getting back in the flow of things now.
Beowulf slowly climbs back up into the Storm corner, as Abby takes Devan down with a Two-Handed Bulldog, before getting in the tag to Beowulf. He manhandles her upright, before sending her running into the ring ropes. As she hits the rope, GRENDEL reaches out, and gets the blind tag. As she comes back, she counters Beowulf’s attempted Belly to Belly into another Irish Whip, sending him into the ropes. She goes down for a Back Body Drop, but Beowulf sees it coming, and vaults her… only to get caught out of the air by GRENDEL, catching him with a huge hand around the throat, before lifting him high and bringing him crashing back down to the mat with a massive CHOKESLAM!
Seth Ericson: CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! GRENDEL just caught Beowulf, and damn near killed him with that Chokeslam!
Devan quickly attacks the prone Beowulf with a hailstorm of stomps, before being sent to her corner by D’Artis. Instead of going for the pin, GRENDEL drags Beowulf upright, before lifting him up and into the air with a massive Military Press, which he holds…
Dick Morosi: Look at him… lifting Beowulf clear into the air as if he weighed nothing!
… Then brings him crashing to the mat with a massive Military Press Slam. He tags Devan back in, and stands by Beowulf. She sprints forward, and using Beowulf as a springboard, stomps on him, then places one foot in GRENDEL’s waiting hands, as he sends her up and over with an Assisted Standing Shooting Star Press!
Seth Ericson: What co-ordination between the two REVOLUTION members! Did you see the height Devan got there? I thought GRENDEL had clean thrown her out of the arena.
GRENDEL nonchalantly steps out of the ring as Devan holds on for the pinfall.
ONE
TWO
THR-
Kickout at the last moment, as Beowulf gets the shoulder up! Unperturbed, Devan gets up, and tags GRENDEL straight back in. The big man climbs the turnbuckle, as Devan unleashes a series of stomps on Beowulf’s prone form, stepping aside just in time for GRENDEL to connect with Air GRENDEL!
Dick Morosi: All 300lbs of GRENDEL just Moonsaulted onto Beowulf. If he didn’t have busted ribs from that Double Foot Stomp earlier, he will now.
Seth Ericson: Such great teamwork from the young lovers here, Dick, expertly separating their two veteran opponents.
As GRENDEL lifts Beowulf up to his feet, Devan suddenly charges across the ring, trying to knock Abby off the apron, but Park sees it coming, and manages to knock her down with a modified Roundhouse Kick over the top rope.
Dick Morosi: Abby Park getting the best of Devan there… but where’s she going now?
Abby steps through the ropes, as GRENDEL lifts Beowulf aloft for another Military Press. As he turns, presumably to co-ordinate with Devan once more, he’s caught off guard as Abby Park flies in out of nowhere, knocking him back with a Seoul Train, forcing him to drop Beowulf. Before he can react, Abby follows up with a Gourd-Head, connecting direct with GRENDEL’s chin, and dropping the big man like a felled Redwood.
Dick Morosi: TIMBERRRR!
Before Abby can celebrate, however, she gets spun around from behind and dropped with an Axe Kick to the back of her head from Devan! As Devan runs to the ropes, D’Artis decides he’s had enough, calling for the bell as Devan comes back, hitting the rising Abby Park with a Kessel Run! From behind the safety of the announce table, Zinkus calls the match.
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to lack of control, this match has been declared a no-contest!
WINNER: No Contest
This doesn’t seem to faze Devan in the ring, who has locked her It’s A Trap finisher on the stricken Abby Park! Abby is calling for it to end, but the match is over! There’s nothing the ref can do! Suddenly, Beowulf, who has fought to his feet, clocks Devan with a Falcon Punch, knocking her off his partner! He struggles to standing, shaking his head, but only gets a Face Full Of Boot! From GRENDEL for his trouble! Suddenly, from out of the crowd bursts Saikosoma!
Seth Ericson: Why am I unsurprised the Storm would seek to take advantage of this first?
Saikosoma slides into the ring, as simultaneously Aries and Shozo start charging down the ramp.
Dick Morosi: You were saying, Seth?
Saikosoma has unleashed a barrage of hard shoot kicks to the legs of GRENDEL, rocking the giant’s vertical base. She follows up with that trademark stiff throat thrust to the staggered GRENDEL, knocking him over as Shozo and Aries hit the ring, and charge her down at full speed. As they do so, Abby starts to stir, only to be headed off by Devan. As Beowulf gets up to even the odds, GRENDEL reaches out on the deck, yanking his foot out from under him, and bringing him crashing to the mat.
Dick Morosi: This was always the danger, Seth. There are more REVOLUTION than there are Storm. I don’t see how this can end well for the-
Electric Worry by Clutch suddenly erupts over the PA system, as from out of the back sprints Ruby Tyler!
Seth Ericson: The Huntress? What the hell is she doing here?
She sprints down to the ring, and sliding in under the bottom rope, gets straight up and takes down Aries Reed with a massive Hack ‘n Slash!
Dick Morosi: She’s here for the Storm! Is she one of them? Who knows! Get them Ruby!
Numbers now even, the entire ring has devolved into a brawl, as everyone is just throwing punches and kicks at each other, coupled with the occasional headbutt.
Seth Ericson: This is too much, Dick. Someone needs to stop this.
Suddenly, Of The Night by Bastille bursts out over the PA system, as Michelle Collins enters the arena. Standing at the top of the ramp, hands on hips, she just shakes her head.
Dick Morosi: The Director is here, Seth, and she doesn’t look impressed.
She brings her mic to her mouth.
Michelle Collins: Stop it. I SAID STOP IT.
Slowly, the eight brawlers in the ring come to a halt, backing away from each other, the Storm in one half of the ring, REVOLUTION in the other. Wearily, they eye each other, and Doctor Collins.
Michelle Collins: Better. Now listen to me. I’ve had about enough of this little war of yours disrupting our programming as I’m prepared to take. I had hoped that giving you this match this week would help, but look at what that lead to. So, with that in mind, I’m announcing a match for The War Isn’t Over Yet. You all wanted to be in a war? Congratulations. Now it’s official. REVOLUTION will fight The Storm in a 3 on 3 Gang War Match. That’s a hardcore match, fought under Trios rules. Let me be understood, I am giving you this match on the basis all out of match hostility ends now. For each infraction, I will remove a competitor from the offending team, making it a Handicap Match. Understood?
The resounding lack of reaction seems pleasing to Doctor Collins.
Michelle Collins: Good.
Dick Morosi: Well, there you have it Seth. At The War Isn’t Over Yet the Storm will fight REVOLUTION in a Hardcore Trios Match.
Seth Ericson: GANG WAR! It’s going to be vicious. It’s going to be violent. It’s going to be bloody. I love it.
The camera pans across the eight beaten warriors in the ring, staring each over down, before coming to rest on Doctor Collins’ face, holding there a moment before fading out to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 25, 2015 19:05:32 GMT -6
Down the hallways of the RIMAC arena walks Savannah Taylor, slowly rolling her shoulders forward. She looks down at the floor in front of her with each step, her mind set on the match with Ruby Tyler and Sally Talfourd with Justin Brooks at her side. Her walk is soon joined by the man himself, Justin Brooks, carrying the International Title over his right shoulder. The pair don’t speak as the tension between the two of them speaks for itself. Savannah glances over at the International Title on his shoulder as they continue to walk, finally reaching the curtain leading out towards the ring. Savannah Taylor: One thing before we go out there. Justin stops and sighs softly as he turns to face the woman that he would be standing across in only a matter of two weeks. Justin Brooks: Speak on it. Savannah Taylor: Tonight when the bell rings, we are going to be on the same page but after that bell...all bets are off.” Justin can’t help but chuckle as he shakes his head slowly. Justin Brooks: Who the hell do you think you’re talking to? You think I don’t know that already, I just hope that you got your head on straight once it’s all said and done because when you least expect it, I’m going to be there to knock it off your pretty little neck. Let’s get one thing straight, we’ve never crossed paths before and while I got a mutual respect for you… Justin lowers his faces towards hers for emphasis. Justin Brooks: ...we ain’t friends. Savannah Taylor: Then I’m glad we are on the same page because after tonight… She places a hand on the faceplate of the International Title. Savannah Taylor: ...I’m coming for this. Now if you’ll excuse me...I have a match to get ready for.. With a smile, Justin stands to his full height and nods his head as Savannah side steps the Monster of the Bay disappearing behind the curtain, and we're off to the races. TAG TEAM MATCH
RUBY TYLER & SALLY TALFOURD vs. JUSTIN BROOKS (EXODUS Pro International Champion) & SAVANNAH TAYLORDavid Zinkus: The following is a Tag Team Match set for one fall...introducing first... The spotlights focus on the rampway and Ruby Tyler comes jogging out, stopping at the top of the ramp when the verse ends. Doctor or lawyer I’ll never be
Life of a drifter, the only life for me
You can have your riches, all the gold you saved
Ain’t room for one thing in everybody’s grave Ruby stops at the top of the ramp as the verse ends, striking a pose with her back to the audience. As the chorus begins, she spins on her heel and runs toward the ring, slapping the hands of her fans as she makes her way to the squared circle. Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos… As she reaches the ring, Ruby slides in under the bottom rope and jumps to her feet, pumping her fist in the air and bouncing around until the song ends. David Zinkus: And her partner... A silence comes over the crowd as the lights fade down and everyone finds themselves in darkness. After a moment of nothing, there's the crackling of an old recording, and then a voice: "Ladies and Gentlemen!" "Your act at ther time!" The LCD screens around the stage begin to flick to life with an old reel of film showing various clips of magicians performing, shots of crowds smiling and laughing, point and wondering. All, of course, in silence. "Sights of wonder and amazement!" "A spectacle that will confound and amuse your mind!" The LCD screens continue to flicker with the images of an era bygone. The final clip comes to focus on a figure standing alone on a stage, the back to the screen, obscured by the Taylor. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" "The Last Magician!" There's a pause, and then the beginning of ‘Troublemaker’ by Troublemaker comes across the PA, the whertling cutting through the silence. The crowd reaction is mixed, with cheers and boos coming from different parts of the arena. The screens up the stage area still show the silhouette of a lone person standing in the Taylor. Then, mirroring that shot, purple lights slowly fades in at the top of the ramp, and we find 'The Last Magician' Sally Talfourd with her back to the arena. The crowd gets louder with their reception and then, as the music kicks in Sally turns to face the crowd, her arms outstretched and her head bowed to everyone. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring for her match, 'The Last Magician' .......... Sally Talfourd! Sally lowers her arms, raises her head, and makes her way down the ramp. Certain sections of the crowd have continued their boos, while a number of fans have rushed to the railings to try and slap hands with Sally. She, however, makes a direct line to the ring, pulling herself up to apron, she looks around to the fans before she steps in, coming through the ropes loosening her wrists. Sally laps the ring as the arena returns to normal, then takes up position across the ring, stretching her legs on the ropes and readying herself for the ring.The bell sounds, starting the match is Brooks and Ruby. They lock up, Ruby takes Brooks around her head into a headlock. Brooks sends her off. Ruby runs off the ropes back into Brooks, as he levels her with a shoulder block, which sends Ruby back onto the mat. She returns to her feet. Ruby runs at Brooks, he drops down, she runs over him back off the ropes. Ruby runs at Brooks, he leapfrogs over her. Ruby returns back off the ropes, Brooks nails her with a back elbow, which sends her down grimacing in pain. David Zinkus: And their opponents... 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 whertle emanating from the sound system. The whertle repeats, only ther 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. "TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." [Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is the EXODUS PRO International Champion...Justin Brooks! [Wale]
Malcolm X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But ther gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide A there is a mixed crowd as they erupt as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on her lips as he places her hands on her waist. “By Any Means” by Wale continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps her eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes her way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to her feet and looks amongst the crowd as run her tongue over the front of her teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws her hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. The bell sounds, starting the match is Brooks and Ruby. They lock up, Ruby takes Brooks around her head into a headlock. Brooks sends her off. Ruby runs off the ropes back into Brooks, as he levels her with a shoulder block, which sends Ruby back onto the mat. She returns to her feet. Ruby runs at Brooks, he drops down, she runs over him back off the ropes. Ruby runs at Brooks, he leapfrogs over her with surprising agility Ruby returns back off the ropes, Brooks nails her with a back elbow, which sends her down grimacing in pain. Dick Morosi: Brooks with a vicious back elbow sending Ruby down. Seth Ericson: Brooks using her strength advantage to gain the advantage here in the early going. They return back to circling around one another. They lock up, Brooks takes Ruby into a headlock. She walks him back against the ropes sending Brooks off. Brooks runs back at Ruby taking her down again with a hard shoulder block. Brooks turns running off the ropes, Ruby goes to leapfrog over him, but Brooks stops her in her tracks. Ruby stands there as Brooks nails her with a clothesline, which sends her out to the floor causing Sally to check on her. Dick Morosi: Ruby goes out to the floor, as Sally comes to her aide. Seth Ericson: Ruby went flying after that clothesline! Wow what force and power! Brooks tags in Savannah. She moves into the ring, as Ruby makes her way back into the ring. They lock up, Ruby takes the advantage nailing Savannah with an elbow strike, which stuns Savannah. Ruby grabs her around her head setting Taylor up for a suplex, but Savannah blocks it. Savannah pushes her off, Ruby catches her with a kick to the stomach, which stuns her momentarily as Savannah goes back against the ropes. Dick Morosi: Ruby catches Savannah with a hard kick! Seth Ericson: Taylor is stunned, she looks to be rocking! Ruby talks to Sally for a moment, she turns moving back across the ring. Ruby moves toward Savannah, she grabs Ruby round her head landing a headbutt, which sends Ruby down to the mat. Ruby rolls out of the ring leaning against the ring apron holding her head, as Sally moves around checking on her. Dick Morosi: Sally once again checking on Ruby. Seth Ericson: I think these two need to rethink their strategy. Ruby slides back into the ring. They move to lock up, she kicks Savannah in her stomach doubling her over,nailing her with a knee strike to the head. She pulls her around her arm, as she tags in Sally, who leaps into the ring, grabbing Savannah around her head into a side headlock. Savannah sends her off. Sally runs off the ropes, she runs at Savannah, she drops down and Sally leaps over her. Sally goes back off the ropes, Savannah goes for a clothesline, but Sally stops in her tracks stepping back, as Sally looks shocked. Dick Morosi: Close call!! Sally kicks Savannah stunning her once again, she grabs her arm taking her into a overhand wristlock. She holds onto her arm, as Savannah looks to get free looking up at her corner at Justin’s stretched arm. Ruby runs in grabbing her other arm taking her other arm into a overhand wristlock. Savannah overpowers them pushing them both down to the mat. Savannah runs at Sally and Ruby nailing them with a double clothesline. They both go out to the floor leaning against one another regrouping. Sally slides back in, as she is the legal person in the ring. They lock up, Savannah lifts Sally up over her head for a press slam, as Savannah holds Sally over her head, she manages to rake her eyes. Savannah drops her, Sally lands on her feet. Dick Morosi: Sally lands on her feet! Seth Ericson: She needs to attack!! Savannah stands stunned in the ring grabbing at her eyes. Sally jumps up nailing her with an enziguri, which sends Savannah down to the mat, she rolls to the ropes. Sally runs at the downed Savannah nailing her with a double kick to her chest, as she lays on the mat. Savannah rolls over grimacing in pain. Dick Morosi: Taylor is riving in pain! Seth Ericson: The Last Magician has it rolling! Sally grabs Savannah, as she returns to her feet, she kicks her flush into her stomach with a stiff kick, which doubles him over. Sally pulls her back into her corner tagging in Ruby. Sally holds Savannah, as Ruby nails Savannah in her stomach with a back kick. Sally lets loose, as she moves out of the ring. Ruby sends Savannah off into the ropes, she runs off the ropes, Ruby jumps up taking her down with a hurricanrana. Ruby turns covering her. ONE! ...KICKOUT! Ruby quickly returns to her feet, she nails Savannah in her back with a stiff kick landing flush into the middle of her back. Ruby runs back off the ropes, she runs at Savannah nailing her with a running kick to her back. Ruby pulls Savannah around throwing her into the corner to the turnbuckles. She tags in Sally, she makes her way into the ring. Sally moves into the ring, she moves down the opposite corner. Sally runs at Savannah kicking him in her side with a stiff kick to the side. Savannah leans over in the corner grimacing in pain. Dick Morosi: Sally caught Savannah off guard! Sally sends Savannah off into the ropes. She runs at Sally nailing her with a shoulder block, and falls back against the ropes, as Brooks jumps up and down wanting the tag. Savannah moves off the ropes grabbing at her side grimacing in pain. She moves toward her corner, as Brooks has his large hand out, Savannah falls forward tagging in Brooks! Dick Morosi: And here comes the Big Bad Brooks! Seth Ericson: And he’s like a bull in the China Shop! Brooks runs at Sally nailing her with a running high knee. Brooks turns running at the incoming Ruby nailing her with a clothesline. Brooks turns grabbing Sally sending her into the ropes hard as Brooks catches Sally off the ropes lifting her up and down with a powerslam that nearly buckles the ring. Brooks rises to her feet, as the crowd is going crazy. Dick Morosi: Pure raw strength! Seth Ericson: Pure power! Brooks pulls Sally nailing her with stiff forearm strikes. He grabs her around her head lifting her up and down with a snap suplex. Brooks turns covering her. ONE! TWO! …. Ruby breaks up the count! Savannah runs into the ring going after Ruby, as the referee cuts her off. Brooks pulls Sally up, as he does, she kicks him in the stomach doubling him over. Sally runs at the leaned over Brooks nailing him with a dropkick to the side of the head dropping the International Champion to a single knee. Sally kicks Brooks with a stiff kick to his head which sends him down to the mat. Sally jumps up landing down onto Brooks with a standing moonsault. She covers him. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sally holds onto Brooks’ leg, she tags in Ruby. Sally holds his leg out, as Ruby jumps off the top rope landing down onto Brooks’ leg with a diving knee drop. Brooks rolls over grabbing at his knee, rolling and riving in pain. Ruby pulls his leg up grabbing it snapping it over as she flips over. Ruby goes into the corner she makes it up to the top rope. Ruby leaps off landing down onto Brooks with a split legged moonsault. Ruby covers him. ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT!! Ruby rises to her feet, showing a spot of frustration. She pulls Brooks up to his feet slowly as Ruby pushes him around into her corner. Sally holds him, as she does, Savannah runs into the ring, she runs at the corner nailing Sally off the ring apron. They pull Ruby round sending her into the ropes nailing her with a double shoulder tackle. Savannah bounces off of the ropes towards Justin, as the two work on the same page, he lifts her high in the air and over the top rope, crashing down on top of Sally Talfourd! Dick Morosi: What team work by Brooks and Savannah! Justin's attention isn't focused on the downed Ruby Tyler, who rolls to her feet and places a well matched dropkick to the back of the head of Justin Brooks who immediately takes a hard tumble towards the outside! Seeing an opportunity, Ruby runs across the ring using her momentum to climb the near turnbuckle... Dick Morosi: Ruby is gonna fly! ...and she does with the ODE TO EGON ON ALL THREE PEOPLE TO THE OUTSIDE! The RIMAC crowd erupts as the outside is littered with bodies as the referee starts to count... ONE... TWO... THREE... Justin and Sally begins to stir slightly... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... Ruby begins to clear out the cobwebs as Savannah uses the guardrail to climb to her feet. SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE... Justin Brooks tries to slide into the ring to break up the count but he's a second too late as the referee calls for the bell! DING-DING-DING! Davis Zinkus: This match has been called....a double countout! WINNER: Double CountoutThe referee hands Justin the International Title as he climbs to his feet, Savannah Taylor slides into the ring behind him as Justin turns around slowly…. ...CRACK! The sudden silence that follows is the collective stunned shock of everyone in the RIMAC Arena as Savannah Taylor connected with a standing sidekick that has just laid out the Big Bad Brooks. Seth Ericson: Dear Lord… Justin is knocked out on his feet as his body refuses to fall as the Monster of the Bay drops to a single knee. Savannah faces is a mask of anger as Brooks' eyes are glazed over. Dick Morosi: What in the world is Savannah doing? Seth Ericson: Making a statement it seems! She just put Brooks on Dream Street! And she's not done! A smile spreads over Savannah’s face as the crowd silence is replaced with boos as she pays them no mind. She winds up again... CRACK! Another sidekick to head of Justin Brooks finally puts him on his back as the crowd continues to boo loudly. But she doesn't care....She’s only interested in one thing… ...the EXODUS Pro International Title. She takes the International Title in her hands, running her fingertips over the faceplate of the championship belt before looking down at Justin Brooks, who seems to be on still far from knowing where he is, let alone what day it is. She looks up at the recently-turned EXODUS Pro crowd, holding the International Title high in the air as she places a boot on Justin Brooks chest! Dick Morosi: In two weeks these two are going to meet in the middle of the ring for that right there, the International Championship! Seth Ericson: And Savannah just fired the first shot tonight! Man...I know a certain Monster who is going to be pissed when he wakes up. Dick Morosi:...that’s the understatement of the year, Seth. With a smirk, Savannah drops her arm down, placing the title on the chest of the down Justin Brooks before climbing out of the ring, yelling out “In two weeks...NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!” And on that, we head elsewhere. Tom Matheny is seen backstage, standing outside a locker room door. He seems upset, holding his fingers to an earbud, grumbling under his breath. Tom Matheny: Really, do I have to? A brief pause. Tom Matheny: I really don’t want to-...... He frowns. Tom Matheny: Because he’s just...so…...it’s THAT guy. Fine….. Tom begrudgingly puts his hand on the doorknob, and looks surprised when the door swings open. Chuck Matthews’ voice is heard from inside the room. Chuck Matthews: I told you. I play this little game for a while, do what I need to do, and then I’m golden. Tom freezes, ushering the cameraman closer. The camera tries to catch a glimpse of Chuck, or who he’s talking to. Chuck is pacing his locker room, cell phone to his ear, seemingly oblivious to Tom or the camera behind him. Chuck smiles. Chuck Matthews: Then I call in a few favors. What’s the problem? Another pause. Chuck Matthews: Ah, that’s nothing important. Just a little bit of fun. Don’t worry your little head about it. If there’s anything you know about me...I’m very good at what I do. Just- Chuck turns and spots the camera in the doorway. Chuck Matthews: Actually...I’m going to have to call you back. Chuck hangs up the phone without another word, and opens the door fully. Chuck Matthews: Can I help you? Tom smiles widely, pleased that he’s overheard this conversation. Tom Matheny: Who was that? Chuck Matthews: Don’t worry about it. Tom Matheny: Sounds like you’re plotting something, Chucky. Chuck leans close to Tom, who instinctively backs away. Chuck Matthews: I’m Chuck Matthews...I’m always plotting something. Tom narrows his eyes. Tom Matheny: You know, I’m watching you, Chuck. Michelle Collins might trust you to do this...job, whatever it is. But I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you...and I don’t think anyone else in this building does either. Chuck smiles. Chuck Matthews: Good. They have no reason to trust me. I’m glad you’ve learned something while I was away. Tom grits his teeth. Tom Matheny: You could save yourself the humiliation now and tell us your plan. We can foil it, again, and we won’t have to waste our time. Chuck cocks his head slightly, an amused expression on his face. Chuck Matthews: Again? You don’t mean-...you don’t mean that time you kicked me out of EXODUS and made me a fortune? Tom Matheny: Regardless of what you did AFTER you got booted, the fact is, you lost, you got kicked out, and we saved EXODUS. Chuck nods, shrugging his shoulders. Chuck Matthews: Right, right, of course...because everything is just going swimmingly now, isn’t it? Let me let you in on a secret here, Tommy. For old time’s sake. Chuck throws his arm around Tom’s shoulder, pulling him close, and ignoring the clear look of disdain on Tom’s face. Chuck Matthews: If things were really as peaceful and happy as you say they are… He drops the ‘nice guy’ act in an instant, grabbing Tom by the face, and forcing Matheny to look the mastermind in the eyes. Chuck Matthews: ...I wouldn’t be here. Chuck releases Tom with a small shove. Chuck Matthews: Think on that. 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Post by EXODUS Office on May 25, 2015 19:00:02 GMT -6
 May 25th, 2015
San Diego, CAThe crowd is going crazy as we come into the RIMAC, taking a long shot of the rampant EXODUS crowd who are ready for tonight’s show! Dick Morosi: Hello fans, I’m once again Dick Morosi. Seth Ericson: And I’m somehow still Seth Ericson, and there’s a show tonight with things happening. I dunno what they are, I don’t bother to read cards anymore. Dick Morosi: ...why? Seth Ericson: That’s work! And it’s not like they’re paying me to do that. Dick Morosi: …. Seth Ericson: ...wait, damn, that’s totally what they’re paying me for, right? Dick Morosi: Right. Seth Ericson: ...oops. Dick Morosi: I’ll help you out. Tonight we have a Pacific Coast title defense as Shinji Uchikawa defends against Aries Reed. Reed’s been talking about something big happening tonight, and knowing him, it’ll probably be loud too. Seth Ericson: And also someone could shut up Chris Strike! Dick Morosi: Indeed, it’s champ vs. ace as Chris Strike takes on Fiona Coll- The commentary is cut out as the lights go out. Fans begin to yell in confusion at this, knowing what it means next. They wait for music to hit, expecting mara or perhaps Briana. Instead no music plays. No lights shine. They sit in darkness. And they realize what that must mean. In the ring, two blazing green lights appear. The lights snap on, and the crowd is faced with the sight of the newest member of mara’s Family, the mysterious Vorace. He stands in the ring, dressed in a torn singlet, a microphone in his hand. The crowd is silent, unsure of this man still, as he slowly lifts the mic to his mouth. He begins to speak in that same electronically changed tone, though it seems that whatever imperfection in the voice filter that caused his speech to be so stilted has been fixed. It doesn’t make him any more pleasant to listen to. Vorace: Do you know what it’s like to die? He lets this hang in the air, the crowd going silent at this bizarre question. Vorace: Do you know what it feels like, to have your lungs filling with something that isn’t air, to feel it choking you, pushing the very life from your body? Do you know what it feels like, to see your life flashing before your eyes, and to see it just turn into image after image of your every mistake? Do you know what it feels like to realize what your life was, in the last moments before you die? Do you know what it feels like to know this is happening because you’ve been betrayed? And that they will never face justice, because no one ever cared about your life to care someone took it? He lets this hang too, the crowd looking amongst themselves, a sad look coming to some of them. Vorace: I do. It feels so long ago when it happened, when my life ended. But even as life slipped from me, even as they got what they’d dreamed of for so long, I refused. I refused to let this go unpunished. They’d get their dream, a world without me...but I’d show them that their dream would have consequences. That refusal, that last wish as everything was choked from me, let me move my arms. And I scratched, and I dug, and I clawed my way to the surface. My breath was gone, my light was gone, the only thing left inside of me is this burning need for revenge. Revenge against the ones who betrayed me, the ones who turned their backs when I needed them, that led me to my grave. Gods & Monsters. Just speaking the group’s name seems to send a chill through some in the crowd. Vorace: Each and every one of you that carried its banner is complicit. Each of you have compose a part of the burning inside me that keeps my joints moving. And each of you will come to feel that burning caress you, before I drag you back down with me. The first of those I’ve already sent down, so long ago it feels like. And now I move onto the Magician. The fans’ reaction to the mention of Sally is incredibly mixed, which seems to be just what Vorace wanted. Vorace: You hear them, Sally? Your punishment’s already started, your fans still with their backs turned on you. And why shouldn’t they be after all you did? You rejected the hand that helped you, Sally. In the last moments of someone’s life, you turned your back on them and abandoned them. You allowed that death to happen. And that will be punished. Someone, even if it’s not me, will punish you. Like Fiona. The crowd murmurs at the mention of this, the unresolved tension between Fiona and Sally very fresh on their minds. Vorace: The woman you attacked, tried to kill...and then saved from attack? I hope you don’t think it’s that easy, Sally. You can feel it, can’t you? The doubt coming from her, the uncertainty, the distrust. It’s what you deserve. And as she wonders if she could ever put her trust in you, Sally, I have to wonder...does she look at me and remember? There’s a silence as Vorace slowly steps forward, looking closer into the camera. Vorace: Fiona. We’re so familiar with each other, aren’t we? We’ve had our battles, and we both remember how that finally ended. He slowly, creakily, raises one hand in the air. Vorace: My hand up high, the crowd silent around us as they realized just what I’d accomplished. HIs hand drops like so much dead weight. Vorace: With our familiarity...your unresolved issues with the betraying Magician...the desire mara has to run her hands through your blood...all of these coming together at once can’t be ignored. So I propose something. In two weeks, a pay-per-view will be broadcast. There, you and the Magician will have a chance to rid yourselves of both of the phantoms that plague you at once. Of course, that would require you two to be able to work together...and we both know what happens when you put any trust in her, yes? He lets out a laugh, distorted and staticy, before continuing. Vorace: But really it doesn’t matter if you both agree or not. What will happen to you both will still happen. Because we are beyond All Will Be Well. We have progressed past All Will Be Hell. Now, Seraph...Magician… Vorace: All Will Be Buried. The lights go out, and when they come back, Vorace is gone. The crowd murmurs among themselves. Seth Ericson: ...what a pleasant guy. Dick Morosi: That’s one way to put it. Vorace appears again, only to leave us with more questions. Seth Ericson: The way he was talking, he started to sound like he was… Dick Morosi: Don’t. Just don’t say it. I don’t think anyone wants to think about that possibility… Seth Ericson: You’re right...in that case, let’s talk about Kevin Hardaway! The San Diego Bay champion is prepped to take on newcomer Dante Q tonight! What’s the Q stand for. Dick Morosi: ...I don’t know. Seth Ericson: That’s dumb. Let’s see if we find out now! David! NORMAL MATCH
KEVIN HARDAWAY (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) vs. DANTE QThe house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Devil's Night" by Motionless in White flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entryway. The crowd turns sour at the very sight of him. Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring, holding the EXODUS San Diego Bay Championship in one hand, almost dragging it down to the ring with him. A few hands get kicked away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a non-title match! Introducing first, already in the ring, fighting out of Baltimore, Maryland, USA, and weighing in at 234 pounds...he is the Exodus Pro San Diego Bay Champion...KEVIN... HARDAWAAAYYYY! Kevin barely acknowledges the announcement, as he unzips his hoodie, and tosses it over the ropes as he holds the Exodus Pro San Diego Bay title in his hand before handing it to the referee. Seth Ericson: Hardaway looks to be in fine shape tonight! Dick Morosi: Yes he does, Seth! And a good thing too, because in two weeks at The War Isn’t Over Yet, we’re going to see Kevin Hardaway in his first title defense against none other than Ruby Tyler! The lights go dim and “Master Plan” by Signal Hill Transmission begins to play. Dante Q begins walking slowly down the ramp, hands in his pockets. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he stops and crosses his arms over his chest, staring down his opponent. David Zinkus: And introducing for the first time in EXODUS Pro, from Q-Town, Nowhere City, USA, weighing in at 210 pounds… he is Dante Q! The bell rings, but Dante continues to stand at the bottom of the ramp, seemingly oblivious to the shouts from Kevin Hardaway. Finally, after a minute or two of this, Kevin Hardaway climbs out of the ring and starts charging up the ramp toward Dante as the referee begins the count. ONE... TWO... THREE... Hardaway grabs Dante by the scruff of the neck and hauls him into the ring, quickly following and breaking the count. Dante quickly sheds his shirt and locks up with Hardaway, delivering a swift punch to Hardaway’s gut. Hardaway backs up, but grabs Dante by the wrist and throws him face-first into the turnbuckle! Dick Morosi: Kevin Hardaway is giving Dante Q a rough welcome to EXODUS Pro! Seth Ericson: That’s what happens when you draw a competitor with Hardaway’s experience and passion for the business! Plus, you know, the whole Family thing... Dick Morosi: Hopefully Dante Q will survive this encounter! With Dante in the corner, Kevin Hardaway backs up and takes a run at him, hitting him hard with a dropkick! Hardaway is back on his feet within seconds, while Dante turns around and staggers forward toward his opponent. Seth Ericson: I don’t think Dante even knows what hit him! Dick Morosi: He’ll figure it out when this match is over with! Hardaway is on fire tonight! Hardaway hits Dante with a kick to the stomach, causing him to double over. Seeing his opportunity, Kevin Hardaway grins as he delivers a boot to the back of Dante’s head, followed by a discus elbow that lays Dante Q out flat! With his opponent down, Kevin Hardaway rolls him over and hooks the leg for the pin! ONE! TWO! TH-- KICKOUT! Dante Q is able to kick out just before the count of three and struggles to sit up, much to the frustration of Kevin Hardaway. Without wasting time, Hardaway puts one of Dante’s arms over his neck and lifts him up, throwing him in the air for a suplex! As Dante falls, Kevin drops onto his back, lifting his knees up for a vicious double knee backbreaker! Seth Ericson: It’s the End of Heartache! Dick Morosi: And probably the end of Dante Q in this match! With his opponent stunned, Hardaway goes for the cover again, hooking the leg and bearing down with all his strength as the referee counts. ONE! TWO! THREE! Dick Morosi: Hardaway took Dante Q to Pound Town with a layover in Suplex City! Seth Ericson: That just sounds… so wrong. Dick Morosi: But it’s what happened! David Zinkus raises Kevin Hardaway’s arm in victory, but the celebration is short-lived as Hardaway picks up his title belt and begins making his way out of the ring and back up the ramp. Suddenly, at the top of the ramp, Ruby Tyler appears and points to him. Ruby Tyler: Enjoy it while it lasts, sweetheart. She blows him a kiss with one hand and gives him the finger - blurred out by the censors - with the other, before heading backstage. Kevin Hardaway starts chuckling to himself as he too makes his way backstage, though in the opposite direction of his future opponent. WINNER: Kevin HardawayA clip from earlier during the day begins to air, showing Heather Halliwell and her assistant Destiny entering the building. There is a smile on Heather's face, where as Destiny looks a bit worried. Destiny Starshine: Are you sure meeting with Lifer is safe? I don't trust him one single bit. Heather Halliwell: He's done many vile things recently, I won't deny that. But everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves. Far too many people in this business focus on the negative aspects of their fellow peers. I've chosen a different path now. Zack Lifer is a beast and a fiend. I'm hoping I can get through to my friend, Nick Kramer. Destiny chews on her lip in concern as they turn the corner and walk towards the locker rooms. Taped on the door is an envelop with Heather's name written in big, bold letters. Heather looks confused and takes the note, opening it. The camera is able to zoom in on the short message. Heather, meet me in the second room on your left downstairs. We’ll talk all this out and everything will be okay, I’m sure it will, right? Oh, and thanks for trusting me. You’re a better person than I’ll ever be. Thanks. Your best friend, Nick Kramer. Heather smiles and shows the note to Destiny. Destiny scans it quickly, then looks back up at Heather with her eyes narrowed. Destiny Starshine: I still don't like it. This seems... Too easy. Heather Halliwell: Fret not, sweet girl. You'll see, if you have a little faith in humanity, everything will fall into place accordingly. She smiles reassuringly at her young assistant and holds the door open for her as we're off to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 11, 2015 18:22:05 GMT -6
We come backstage after commercial, and even if we're all anticipating a huge main event, Michelle Collins doesn't know what to make of the lights flickering until they go back to normal...and a sight she's long waited for is now standing in her office in a long gown and new "Reach for the Dead" shirt, in addition to a newfound friend with her. mara: Michelle. Michelle Collins: What can I do for you and your... friend, little sister? mara: You speak about me so poorly, it's almost like you hate me, Chely. You really should talk to Fiona and our brother mine about what HATE can do to EXODUS. Michelle Collins: I don't speak of you poorly, Mara. In fact, I rarely speak of you at all. But I digress. Why would you like me speak with Jon and Fiona about hatred and its effect on the company? Because I would assume that you of all people know how good seething hatred between rivals can be for ratings. mara: Not all hatred is healthy, sister mine...just ask our new sister, Eve. mara giggles as she looks over at Chely and approaches her with her smile fading. mara: Do you like my gift? There's a huge jack in the box out there for someone special tonight. You'll appreciate that I brought you and all of EXODUS a gift. With all these new faces coming back, I figured it was time to do my part. But know this, sister, I'm doing EXODUS a favor. Purging the evil out of this company for what they did to our brother is the least I can do for all they did to chase him from the business. I'm here to rectify our name, Chely. A simple thank you would suffice. Michelle raises an eyebrow at her younger sister, looking up at the ceiling as she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Michelle Collins: I see you're still talking nonsense. Is this so-called gift your new friend? Or is there something more you have in mind? mara: What's that little show you like, Chely? With the lovely lady who likes to say spoilers. The Allmother gives her sister a smug grin before she steps closer. mara: Sooner or later, you're going to have to put Fiona and myself in that ring one on one. No Sally, none of my children, not even Ruby Tuesday with her friend amongst the trees. You can't protect her forever, and when I get my hands on her, I will wash EXODUS clean with the blood of a Seraph! You may not understand what this place has done, but I do...and when your eyes are opened to the real evil of EXODUS, you will know that I am no monster, Michelle. The new director of EXODUS shakes her head in disappointment. Michelle Collins: If you'd like another match against Fiona, I can make the arrangements provided that Fiona agrees. You're both quite talented, and given what I saw the last time the two of you were in a ring together one on one, you both have an astounding capacity for bloodshed. I'm sure the fans would be eager to see you two in a rematch. As for you cleansing this company of evil... I think your flair for the dramatic is getting the better of you, little sister. Jon has grown and changed throughout his career. I suggest you start doing the same thing. Mystery Girl: The people in the trees, the people in the shadows... they brought me here for the Allmother so I can get to my precious ruby heart of hearts. So she can purify and cleanse the world and cleanse me and bring me out of the darkness into the lantern's light! The darkness in me, the darkness, it consumes me, it binds me, but the lantern's light - Michelle holds up her hand, and the girl with mara closes her mouth, bringing her fingers to her lips to mime zipping them shut. Michelle Collins: And may I suggest you keeping your little friends home next time? Unless of course you'd like me to add her and the others to my patient roster, in which case you'll have to visit me during my office hours. Are we finished here? The Entity doesn't smile, but in fact...only grows angrier. mara: I'm going to make this little one whole again, Chely...just you watch. But more importantly, I just came to give you some advice. This isn't your old job, sweetheart. The inmates may not be able to run the asylum where you come from, but in this realm...we are the ruling class. mara smirks and comes over to the girl and kisses her on the temple. mara: Get comfortable, Michelle...the greatest show on earth is about to kick off. And with that, the lights flicker and mara and her guest are gone, leaving us to go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Seth, we may have been given our biggest clue tonight about the intentions of that giant Jack In the Box on stage. It sounds like it may be a big gift from The Allmother. Seth Ericson: She's been making shady dealings with Chris Strike lately...this might just be a huge gift to help him seal that victory against Sally Talfourd. Dick Morosi: Given mara's mental stability, it might just destroy our main event. Let's head to the ring. NORMAL MATCH
CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. SALLY TALFOURDA silence comes over the crowd as the lights fade down and everyone finds themselves in darkness. After a moment of nothing, there's the crackling of an old recording, and then a voice: "Ladies and Gentlemen!"
"Your act at this time!" The LCD screens around the stage begin to flick to life with an old reel of film showing various clips of magicians performing, shots of crowds smiling and laughing, point and wondering. All, of course, in silence. "Sights of wonder and amazement!"
"A spectacle that will confound and amuse your mind!" The LCD screens continue to flicker with the images of an era bygone. The final clip comes to focus on a figure standing alone on a stage, the back to the screen, obscured by the shadows. "Ladies and Gentlemen!"
"The Last Magician!" There's a pause, and then the beginning of “Troublemaker” by Troublemaker comes across the PA, the whistling cutting through the silence. The crowd reaction is mixed, with cheers and boos coming from different parts of the arena. The screens up the stage area still show the silhouette of a lone person standing in the shadows. Then, mirroring that shot, purple lights slowly fades in at the top of the ramp, and we find “The Last Magician” Sally Talfourd with her back to the arena. The crowd gets louder with their reception and then, as the music kicks in Sally turns to face the crowd, her arms outstretched and her head bowed to everyone. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring for her match, “The Last Magician”.......... Sally Talfourd! Sally lowers her arms, raises her head, and makes her way down the ramp. Certain sections of the crowd have continued their boos while a number of fans have rushed to the railings to try and slap hands with Sally. She, however, makes a direct line to the ring, pulling herself up to apron, she looks around to the fans before she steps in, coming through the ropes loosening her wrists. Sally laps the ring as the arena returns to normal, then takes up position across the ring, stretching her legs on the ropes and readying herself for the ring. Dick Morosi: Things are about to get real interesting here, Seth. Seth Ericson: Her reaction wasn't exactly inspiring positivity here, and I sincerely doubt this one is going to get any better. The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy blares out of the PA system, green spotlights beginning to swirl all across the arena. The LCD screen zones down from the heavens onto an field filled with high grass covering it and the wind beating against it…and at its center, there is one man standing and as he opens his way and lifts his head up, lightning strikes him down!
As the lightning hits the man at the center, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, as Reika Seragaki emerges from the smoke first to heavy boos from the crowd and Chris Strike 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: Yeah, this just went from bad to worse. Seth Ericson: I told you all that guy was a scumbag! Now here he is, and I hope Christian Kane finally shuts him down at The War Isn't Over Yet! The bell starts to ring and both Strike and Sally meet in the center of the ring with a bit of trepidation in their steps. Neither of them seems to be too interested in getting things started at this point, but the bell rings and the two start locking up while they begin to prepare themselves for what's to come. The two begin to lock up but Strike immediately breaks it off, shaking his head and knowing that this wasn’t the right spot for him to do it before he reaches for another lock-up attempt, extending his arm high up in the air as Sally seems to follow suit for a moment, before her expression turns stern… AND SHE LITERALLY OUT OF BLUE SPITS GREEN MIST ACROSS HIS FACE, BLINDING THE EXODUS PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION AND IMMEDIATELY GETTING AN EARTH-SHATTERING ROAR OF APPROVAL IN THE PROCESS! Seth Ericson: HOLY [BEEP]!!!!! Dick Morosi: GREEN MIST! SHADES OF LAST YEAR’S ASCENDANCY!!!! Strike SCREAMS out in both surprise and agony as Sally Talfourd follows suit on it with a massive high kick to the side of the World champion’s head, sending him bouncing into the ropes before she immediately rolls him up in a small package: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE------------------- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Dick Morosi: And Strike shot that shoulder up just in the nick of time! How close was that?! Seth Ericson: The irony would have been strong if it was over right here. The saltiness? Even stronger. Talfourd doesn’t let up for a moment, wiping her mouth and telling Chris he should have expected that after the last time as she brings the champion back to his feet and drags him near the corner, bashing his head against it while Reika is yelling at the referee on the outside for not checking SalTal for any mist caplets or some shit. The referee begins his count on the corner as Sally does have a series of stomps going right onto Strike’s ribcage as a means to slow him down, the “Last Magician” taking a step back after the count of three. She steps over to the corner again, grabbing Strike by the left arm and putting it in an arm wrench before bringing him back onto a short-arm clothesline attempt...from which the champion does not go down to the canvas. Strike glances down, the camera focusing on the green remnants of the mist on his face as he’s barely squinting his eyes open and the expression turns into rage as he raises his right knee up and catches Talfourd with a knee to the solar plexus, doubling Sally over before furiously irish whipping her to the corner, watching as she bounced chest-first from it and then stumbled backwards...as Strike placed both arms around her neck in a sleeper hold position and then lifted her up high in the air and over him, connecting with a sleeper suplex. Dick Morosi: And just like that, the EXODUS World champion takes control of the situation once again. Seth Ericson: And that sleeper suplex was delivered with gusto, Dick. That clown isn’t happy he just got punked at the start and he’s going to try and make Talfourd pay for it. Chris looks to the outside, yelling at Reika Seragaki for some water as he leans near the ropes...it doesn’t take very long for Strike’s to grab a bottle of water from the announcers’ table - flipping off Seth Ericson in the process - before opening it and spraying it right onto Strike’s face, going through and actually wiping off the residue of mist from him before stepping back as referee Katie Hanneman yells at Reika to mind her own damn business and to let the match get back to it. Seragaki yells back about the mist ordeal again and unbeknownst to anyone in the ring sans the crowd and announcers, Talfourd is already back on her feet, immediately going through and rolling up Chris Strike in a schoolboy this time...but as the crowd counts it, Katie is still arguing back and forth with Reika, missing the count entirely. Seth Ericson: OI FATSO! FOCUS FOR CHRIST’S SAKES! Finally, Katie turns around and manages to see Strike kicking out of the roll-up, as the champion quickly moves back to his feet, ducking under another kick attempt and he stumbles to the corner as Sally Talfourd stands in the center of the ring, beckoning him to come forward as the crowd roars in approval for “The Last Magician,” a strong “SALTAL” chant breaking out of #SectionB. Seragaki has taken her steps back and gone around the ring, immediately making her way to Chris Strike and talking things out with him, while Strike shakes his head as the cameras catch him saying “I’ll handle this...Seon-yeong deserves this much,” before coming off the corner and meeting Sally Talfourd at the center of the ring as each left hand finds the back of the other’s neck and the two begin swinging forearms against each other’s skulls in rapid fashion, the faithful in the RIMAC roaring in their approval for the fact a fight just broke out! Dick Morosi: And now they’re going toe-to-toe on this one and neither one is backing away! Seth Ericson: Strike’s too damn proud to back away and Talfourd’s too damn stubborn to give him the satisfaction of doing it. It’s going to come down to who hits the sweet spot first! The two continue to go at it with forearms until Strike pulls Talfourd forward from his grip, smashing his knee onto her ribs in the process, doubling her over. Chris then places Sally into a Muay Thai clutch and the World champion does not hesitate for a moment as he begins firing off a series of right and left knees towards Sally’s sternum to keep her ground and while Talfourd does a good job in blocking any of them from getting through initially, one good pull down on the clutch forces her guard to break just long enough to let a right knee sneak in and smash her onto the kidney in the process as the crowd winces at the sound of how it connected. Chris brings Sally from the clutch to tucking in her head under his legs, lifting her up in the air immediately and taking a pair of steps back and then turning towards the turnbuckle. He charges towards the turnbuckle, attempting to throw Talfourd right onto it but the crafty and speedy “Last Magician” slips from the world champion’s grasp and lands right behind him. As he stops his momentum, Sally immediately nails Strike with a high dropkick to the back of the head, sending him stumbling against the turnbuckle and hitting the top one head first. As he’s dazed, Talfourd grabs Strike by the head and arm, not hesitating for a second as she takes the World champion and attempts to take him to the Danger Zone but Strike reverses his way out of corkscrew neckbreaker attempt with a few sharp elbows to her sternum before lifting “The Last Magician” up in the air and keeping her there momentarily...before bringing her down from the backdrop position and slams Sally Talfourd down with a wheelbarrow facebuster onto the mat before turning her around and bridging the move into a pinfall: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- Sally places her right foot across the ropes, causing Katie Hanneman to call off the pin altogether and telling Strike to break the cover. Strike wipes a few strands of hair from his face and overlooks the crowd, the boos raining down on him and his response to it all is a large smirk on his face as he mounts Sally Talfourd and begins to rain down with forearms and hammer fists on her face, yelling at Talfourd that he won’t stop at any length to protect what is his...and as one particular left forearm comes flying in his direction, Sally gets out of the way of it and traps the arm, swiftly bringing Strike right into a gogoplata submission as the crowd ERUPTS as she begins to crank on it, Strike beginning to squirm left and right as he is trapped and can’t overpower it without risking a broken limb. Reika immediately begins yelling at Strike to keep moving to his right, to stop panicking and get one of his feet to the closest ropes and the World champion seems to take that direction but Sally begins to crank up the pressure even more as Strike’s free right hand dangles in the air, almost as if tempted to tap the mat and live to fight another day… Dick Morosi: GOGOPLATA BY TALFOURD! SHE HAS IT HOOKED! SHE COULD SUBMIT THE WORLD’S CHAMPION WITH THIS! Seth Ericson: TAP YOU SON OF A BITCH, TAAAAAAAPPPPP!!!!!!! ...But the World champion grits his teeth and brings his right hand around Sally’s waist, lifting her off the canvas and showcasing his own strength before bringing her up fully in the air and realizing his surroundings before running diagonally and powerbombing Talfourd right into the top turnbuckle, causing the hold to be completely broken up by Sally, the whiplash and gravity taking care of the rest as she stumbles forward into a kesagiri chop…and another…and a third one for good measure, before spinning her around and grabbing on to her from behind, bringing her into a half-nelson before lifting her up over his head and suplexing her right into the mat, the aftermath showing Strike staying down on the mat for a moment with his right hand checking on his left arm, making sure nothing got popped or broken in the process. Wincing, he finally stands back to one knee, watching as Talfourd is still on the mat and holding on to her sternum with one hand while the other checks on the back of her neck. Strike doesn’t hesitate to turn Talfourd around, her back to the mat as he starts dropping elbows onto Sally’s sternum and even a knee before bringing her up and placing her onto an abdominal stretch in the process and now it’s Talfourd’s turn to yell out in pain, attempting to reach out towards the ropes or do anything...but Strike makes sure she’s not going anywhere as he keeps the hold strong, screaming at Talfourd to “TAP OUT! THIS IS THE EASY WAY OUT OF THIS, TAKE IT SEON-YEONG!” as the crowd pleads for Sally Talfourd to do anything but that. Dick Morosi: And Strike with an onslaught after his so-called “Aku Soku Zan” sequence leading into the abdominal stretch and Sally has got to be feeling the effects of it. Seth Ericson: DON’T TAP SALLY, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHATEVER IT IS YOU DOOOOO!!!!!!! Strike keeps the hold strong and Sally attempts to reach out to the ropes again to no avail and at that point, she decides to get a little creative as she begins using her feet to stomp onto the toes of Chris Strike’s boots, each stomp causing the World champion to wince and after four well-delivered ones, the fifth does the trick in causing Chris to loosen his grip, allowing Talfourd to escape and to use an arm drag to Strike’s damaged left arm to create some space in between them. The World champion is quick to his feet and returns to meet her, getting another arm drag for his troubles and when he attempts to run at her the second time after getting up, Sally ducks under an oncoming lariat attempt and connects with a double knee armbreaker, which sends Strike yelping in pain to the nearest corner as he grabs on to the left arm...and without enough time to brace himself as he catches a full-on running dropkick from the “Last Magician,” flooring him to the mat before she turns him around and shoots the half for the potential victory: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- But Strike places his right foot on the bottom rope to break the pinfall. Dick Morosi: Close call for “The Last Magician” here and the champion knew where he was at, give him credit for that. Seth Ericson: I’ll give him credit when he loses that belt to the rightful heir in Christian Kane and after he breaks his legs and can never wrestle again. Sally doesn’t waste any time arguing with Katie Hanneman like she would in the past and she brings Strike by the left arm she’s been working on, placing it onto an arm wrench and this time connecting in full with the short arm clothesline, which floors the World champion to the mat with its impact. She brings him up and does the same thing again before keeping him down on the mat and stomping on the arm a few times before bringing him back up, a swift knee to the sternum keeping the World champion at bay as she then maneuvers around him and showcasing her own strength and wits, drives the World champion down to the mat with a half-nelson driver, adding in an extra pair of leg drops to the left arm for good measure before she goes for a cover: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- And Strike manages to kick out in the nick of time! Not hesitating, she brings Strike back by the left arm and she gives it another good arm wrench to it to add in the pressure before she attempts to irish whip him to the ropes but he reverses out of the attempt and sends “The Last Magician” to the ropes. As Chris goes to meet her in the center of the ring and to elevate her with a back body drop, Talfourd manages to reverse the attempt and place her legs around Strike’s head as she spins in the air twice with him before shifting her weight and connecting with a headscissors armbreaker to the roar of the crowd, as she attempts to lock in the armbar for a variation of her Daysleeper finisher but Strike immediately cartwheels in order to escape the attempt and brings Sally down onto a small package attempt of his own: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE------------------- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Dick Morosi: And now Sally manages to get the shoulder up! She was looking for the Daysleeper but Strike somehow had it well scouted. Seth Ericson: Phew! That was too close, Dick. But he’s taken a lot of damage to that arm now... As both Sally and Strike recompose themselves, there is a bit of applause from the RIMAC in regards to the action picking up between them and not hesitating, Chris charges towards Talfourd with a Yakuza kick attempt but Sally pulls on to the top rope and lets the World champion’s momentum practically hurt him in the process before she helps dump him over the top rope with a springboard kick to the back of his head, sending the EXODUS Pro World champ down to the floor. As the World champion begins to stir back to his feet on the outside, hearing the RIMAC crowd beyond the guardrail in full curse him out and somebody even throw their beer at the back of his neck, Sally Talfourd takes off like an arrow towards the opposite ropes, bouncing back from them and then jumping over the middle rope and connecting with a suicide dive onto Chris Strike as the RIMAC roars in approval once again. As she stands up to her feet, she glances around the RIMAC and their adulation as she then takes a bow of the likes you would see a magician end up doing and they cheer that part even more as Strike is attempting to use the guardrail as a means to get back to his feet and getting his hand swatted out from it with each and every attempt and even a particular fan from Section C land with a bull’s eye shot onto the side of his head with a half-empty bag of popcorn. Seth Ericson: Hahahahahaha! That’s what you get for insulting everybody here, you prick! Dick Morosi: I don’t think even Christum Furor was subject to such a thing and he’s arguably done some even more heinous things...regardless, Sally Talfourd is in the driver’s seat here but she cannot get caught into the moment if she wants to seal this one and get a victory over the World champion. Sally does eventually stop playing up to the crowd and watches as Strike is standing up on his own while Katie Hanneman is yelling at them to get back inside of the ring as to not start a count on her side of things. Talfourd makes her way over to Chris and gets a grip on his hair, attempting to bring him towards the ring again but Strike uses his own strength to grab on to her and lift her in the air, connecting with a backdrop to Talfourd where he slams her back right onto the top of the guardrail, sending the “Last Magician” screaming in pain to the floor below as Katie’s count is at a three shortly after this one. Noticing this, Strike makes his way back to the ring and slides through the bottom rope as the count reaches five...but out of the corner of his eye, he notices that Talfourd is beginning to stir once again and he slides back on to the outside as Katie decides to follow him outside, screaming at him to get things back in the ring and something about time, his retort being for her to get her fat ass back in the ring start the damn count from the beginning as the cameraman focuses on him as he walks closer to the spot where Sally Talfourd is using the guardrail to help get back to her feet. The cameras catch him as he begins to unwrap the tape from his right hand, taking it off entirely before ripping the tape off completely once his right hand is exposed… Seth Ericson: Oh this doesn’t look good… Dick Morosi: The backdrop to the guardrail may have not been enough and Chris Strike looks like he has some bad intentions at hand… As Sally Talfourd returns to her feet, Chris Strike lets out a loud roar as he runs towards Sally and connects with a Shotei! The sound echoed through the RIMAC and the crowd winced at the impact, the shock becoming even bigger as the impact sends Sally Talfourd over the top of the guardrail and into the first few rows of #SectionB as they begin to scatter from their chairs. The World champion glances at the damage and begins to laugh hysterically, flipping off the entirety of #SectionB while stepping back towards the ring, gradually sliding back inside and making his way to the opposite corner to take a breather as Katie Hanneman - after taking a bit of time to get into the ring and waiting to see what would happen outside - begins to make the count: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Dick Morosi: Strike leveled Talfourd with that Shotei and by far, it had a much bigger impact than what we’ve been used to seeing...and referee Katie Hanneman is at a four count already. Seth Ericson: It confirms that Chris Strike likes hitting people but can’t do it all that strongly...because Sally is stirring back. Look at her, Dick! Sally is indeed gingerly making her way past the chairs and towards the guard rail, her knees shaky as she attempts to go up and over the guardrail itself… FIVE! SIX! Talfourd gets both legs up on the guard rail and stands up fully, locking eyes with Chris Strike, who is sat down against the turnbuckle, observing her moving and the expression on his face hoping for her to do anything but be able to return to the ring, screaming at her to “STAY DOWN, SEON-YEONG! STAY! DOWN!” SEVEN! EIGHT! Seth Ericson: Sally, if you’re gonna get back in that ring, this might be the time you wanna go and do it! As Katie yelled out “NINE,” Talfourd straightened her posture, made sure her knees weren’t shaky from the impact of the Shotei before she leaped off from there and with the vertical jump and distance covered, she manages to stick the landing on the apron with great success, holding on to the ropes. Strike’s jaw drops in disbelief that he didn’t get the countout and the crowd ROARS as she gets in through the middle rope as Hanneman reaches the ten count, as Talfourd gets an even bigger pop… Dick Morosi: AND TALFOURD BEATS THE COUNT! Seth Ericson: OH SHIT LOOK OUT SALLY! ...Only to immediately get the hell out of dodge as Strike darts out of the corner like a bat out of hell and connects with a running front dropkick straight out of a damned John Woo movie to Sally’s chest, sending her crashing neck-first onto the middle turnbuckle as the crowd winced in pain yet again at the sheer impact of it. The EXODUS Pro World champion doesn’t hesitate in dragging SalTal out of the corner and to the center of the ring, placing her head between his thighs and interlocking his arms around her legs before lifting her up in the air and dropping her down on her head with a Gotch-style piledriver! Dick Morosi: And Strike connects with the Nephente! Seth Ericson: Oh that son of a bit- Without any hesitation, Strike goes for the cover: ONEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bell rings as Reika Seragaki immediately goes to retrieve the EXODUS Pro World title from the timekeepers’ table while “No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy hits over the PA system and David Zinkus makes the announcement as Strike gradually sits up, panting, his eyes showing the entire story as he clutches on to his left arm in pain. David Zinkus: Here is your winner...the EXODUS Pro World champion...CHRIS! STRIKEEEEE!!!!! WINNER: Chris StrikeKatie Hanneman raises Strike’s left arm briefly before he breaks it off, telling her to get bent for trying to raise his damaged arm as Reika Seragaki arrives on the scene, placing the EXODUS Pro World title around Chris Strike’s right shoulder and then raising his right arm as they soak in the boos from the audience before making their way out through the bottom rope and up the ramp, leaving Sally Talfourd to her own devices inside the squared circle… Dick Morosi: What a battle between two of the best competitors we have here and make no mistakes, Sally Talfourd came to do battle here tonight and she was only inches away from winning it on a few occasions… Seth Ericson: And this night has also proven that Chris Strike is a giant prick and deserves to have crap thrown on him at all points...wait a minute, what the hell?! The crowd that just moments ago was so energetic in booing their world champion goes completely silent, all eyes on the stage. The crank on the jack-in-the-box has begun to move, slowly turning itself, a tinny rendition of "pop goes the weasel" beginning to play throughout the RIMAC. Even Sally's eyes are on it as she slowly tries to get back onto her feet. She, along with everyone else, watches as the crank continues to turn, the tune building up to the moment everyone in the RIMAC seems to come together in dreading, the pop. Everyone tenses together as the crescendo comes. The pop sounds. All of a sudden, the lights in the arena go out and a flashing image comes up on the ExoScreen… At this the crowd goes into murmurs, clearly expecting the lights to come back on to reveal a familiar face. mara, Hardaway, Vivi perhaps. But they do not. Instead, they sit in the darkness. Until finally, a light shines. From behind where Sally last seen standing, two blazing green lights appear. Eyes opening for the first time. The lights snap on, and the crowd is finally able to take in what they were dreading moments ago. It is a man, dressed in a torn up wrestling singlet and boots...and a helmet. The helmet, with it's blazing green eyes, is in the shape of a lion, it's mouth open to bare it's fangs eternally. The crowd gapes at this sight, and it seems it takes even Sally a moment to realize what she's seeing on the ExoScreen is reality, before everyone can see her eyes widen in alarm and she turns to face this newcomer. But it's too late, as she suddenly finds herself embraced by the lion-headed man, who holds her a moment before dipping her forward and then suddenly falling backwards, driving her head into the mat. Seth Ericson: Oh God. wasn't that... Dick Morosi: Summer Rain. That's one of Sally's own finishers. Seth Ericson: That's certainly one way to hurt someone...what in the hell are we looking at here, Dick? Dick Morosi: I think I'm scared to find out, Seth...but I think we're going to. He's...shuffling? Seth Ericson: I already can't take watching him move. He's so...twitchy, and dragging, and stiff. It doesn't look human. Dick Morosi: No it doesn't...and he's going towards Zinkus! Seth Ericson: I don't even like Zinkus and I want him to get out of there. Zinkus tries to step back from this man moving so slowly towards him, but only succeeds in backing himself into the corner. The man with the lion mask is suddenly right in front of Zinkus, who seems to be shaking, looking for some way out. The man slowly raises his hand up...and leaves it extended slightly to Zinkus, palm up. Zinkus stares, and slowly it dawns on him. He reaches out with the microphone, and places it in the hand of the man. The man's fingers slowly, stiffly, close around the microphone, and he immediately seems to forget that Zinkus is there, turning and shuffling back to where Sally lays, allowing Zinkus to evacuate. He stands over Sally, simply staring out at the crowd for some long moments, before his hand slowly reaches up, the microphone coming to rest in front of the mouth of the helmet. And he speaks. And whatever voice, whatever tone, whatever pitch anyone was expecting...none of them were anywhere near correct. What comes from the mask is a distorted, electronic voice. Stilted, incomplete, alien. ?:: You.Cannot.Keep Me.Buried. He cracks his neck, seeming unable to get rid of some crink in his neck. ?:: I.Promised.To Return. I Will.Destroy.All.Who.Killed Me. He looks down at Sally, head twitching. ?:: All.Who.Turned Their.Backs.On.Me. His head snaps suddenly back up, staring down the camera and all watching. ?:: So.Reach.For The.Dead. He begins to reach out, his hand coming so close to the camera that it mostly dominates it's view, the only other thing being seen is one of his shining eyes. ?:: Reach.For... The hand dominates the view entirely. ?:: Vo.ra.ce. 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We cut to backstage where Tom Matheny stands with Ruby Tyler, who is dressed in jeans and a black zip-up hoodie. Tom Matheny: Ruby! It’s good to see that you’ve recovered from the events of last show! How are you feeling tonight? Ruby Tyler: Physically, I’m feeling fine and I’d love nothing more to get back in the ring, but the doctor said he wanted me to take this show off, just to be safe. So here I am. Tom Matheny: It’s great that you came out here to support your fellow competitors, but aren’t you worried that something like what happened last week could happen again? Ruby Tyler: I’m not going to let fear and worry get in the way of doing what I need to do. And what I need to do right now is take down Kevin Hardaway once and for all. This has gone on too long and it’s past time for him to pay his dues. Tom Matheny: But you saw what happened to Chandler Scott and Black Jones. Ruby Tyler: You’re right, I did. And since they’re not here right now, then it’s up to me to get justice for all the people Kevin Hardaway has wronged. Right now he has something he loves more than anything in this world. Something he did not earn, but stole: the San Diego Bay Championship title. That’s what I’m coming for. If you’re going to strike a man down, you aim for the things he loves most. If you’re going to dismantle a Family, you pick them apart person by person, starting with their weakest link. So get ready, Hardaway. Laugh all you like and dismiss me as… what was it you called me? The world’s most annoying fly? Better get used to the buzzing, dude. Because I am not going anywhere until I take that title away from you. For me, for Black Jones, for Chandler Scott, and for every other person you’ve harmed by your actions. Then, and only then, will the red be erased from your ledger. Tom Matheny: You really think taking the title away from him will silence him? Ruby Tyler: Honestly? No, I don’t. But I can handle it. Kevin Hardaway can come at me as many times as he likes with the best he’s got - or the worst, depending on how you look at it. I refuse to turn away from him in fear. No matter what he throws at me, I will keep coming for him until I finally beat him into the ground. And if there’s any doubt about it, then I say put me in the ring against him and I’ll put my money where my mouth is. That’s when an unknown voice is heard.  : Try me, sweetheart. Kevin Hardaway, dressed in his ring gear and a hoodie walks on by, holding the San Diego Bay title around his shoulder. He just laughs as Ruby looks on to him with baited breath. Kevin Hardaway: Just...try me. He laughs as he immediately walks by both her and Tom...Ruby just standing there, a look that could kill even the strongest type of man known. Tom Matheny: ...Well then… I guess ask and you shall receive? Ruby Tyler: Yeah, something like that. I’ll catch you later, Tom. With that, Ruby turns and heads further backstage, leaving Tom standing where he is. On her way back to the locker room, she is stopped by a young man. Ruby Tyler: Masato? What the hell…? Masato Kanemoto: Ruby. It’s been awhile. Ruby Tyler: Yeah, it has. What are you doing here? Masato Kanemoto: I’m here to remind you of your mission. It seems that you’ve allowed yourself to become… distracted from achieving your objective. Ruby Tyler: Last I checked, I didn’t have any ‘objective’ from you or your people. Haven’t had one since I left a year and a half ago. Masato Kanemoto: And yet… here you are, talking about how you’re a hunter. I don’t see how that’s any different from what you did when you were with us. Ruby Tyler: You wouldn’t, would you? You were always so black and white about everything; you could never appreciate the subtleties. Masato Kanemoto: Be that as it may, Ruby, I’m here to remind you that there is a job that needs doing. A job that you took upon yourself and then ignored for a bunch of hooligans. Ruby Tyler: Yeah well, guess what? Being on my own means exactly that - I don’t answer to you, or to your father. So I can do things my way, on my own time. Masato Kanemoto: All this time and you still don’t realize your mistake, do you? Ruby Tyler: You people need to make like Frozen and just let it go already. I’m out means I’m out. I’m done. I cut my ties, and you still won’t leave me alone. Masato Kanemoto: How disappointing. You have so much potential. Ruby Tyler: Be disappointed all you want, Masato. Doesn’t matter to me anymore. Only thing I want to know is, when are you leaving? Masato Kanemoto: When all threats here have been extinguished… which by the looks of this place, won’t be for some time. Giving Ruby a hard look, Masato Kanemoto exits, leaving Ruby alone once more. She clenches her fists in frustration and kicks a stray folding chair out of her way, stalking off in the opposite direction of Kanemoto. Dick Morosi: Looks like Ruby Tyler's having a pretty bad day! First Hardaway and then that... who is that guy? Seth Ericson: I'm sure we'll find out sooner or later. But first let's see if Ruby Tyler was able to distract Kevin Hardaway from his match tonight against Fiona Collins! NORMAL MATCH
FIONA COLLINS vs. KEVIN HARDAWAY (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion)The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Devil's Night" by Motionless in White flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entryway. The crowd turns sour at the very sight of him. Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring, holding the EXODUS San Diego Bay Championship in one hand, almost dragging it down to the ring with him. A few hands get kicked away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a non-title match! Introducing first, already in the ring, fighting out of Baltimore, Maryland, USA, and weighing in at 234 pounds...he is the Exodus Pro San Diego Bay Champion...KEVIN... HARDAWAAAYYYY! Kevin barely acknowledges the announcement, as he unzips his hoodie, and tosses it over the ropes as he holds the Exodus Pro San Diego Bay title in his hand before handing it to the referee. Dick Morosi: Kevin Hardaway is about to get his biggest test in his young EXODUS Pro career, Seth. Seth Ericson: But first, his ears are going to have to endure the explosion that's about to happen! Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and a hum and light orchestral music begins as "The Howling" by Within Temptation starts. The music continues to drift on as the lights blacken, all before the heavy portion of the intro kicks in, lights going to full blast as the crowd sees Fiona Collins standing at the center of the entrance stage, finger pointed to the air as the music continues! We've been seeing what you wanted, got us cornered right now
Fallen asleep from our vanity, might cost us our lives! Fiona starts to pump her fist, making her way down to the ring quickly, nodding as she looks out toward the ring, slapping hands with a few hands on her way down, touching foreheads with a young female fan by the rail, whispering a small promise before taking off a glow necklace from her neck to pass off to the fan! David Zinkus: And his partner, from Portlandia, Oregon, weighing in at 135 pounds, the Strong Style Seraph…FIONA COOOOOLLLLINS!!!! I hear they're getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind... Quickly, Fiona makes her way onto the apron by leaping up onto it, all before flipping over the top rope and landing on one knee, her hand touching the ground as if she just landed like some sort of superhero, all before she climbs one turnbuckle, quickly raising her hand and pointing a finger to the sky again as the crowd cheers again. When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created,
I want to be awakened somehow
(I WANT TO BE AWAKENED RIGHT NOW!) She looks out at the crowd and instantly flips back, landing on her feet before turning around and looking toward the center of the ring, steel eyed focus on what's in front of her. As the lights come up and Collins looks back towards her opponent, she stares on, focused and prepared...but KEVIN COMES CHARGING IN AT HER! She's prepared though and gets her feet up as she meets the attack by giving Hardaway a boot to the face! She continues to attack Kevin, hammering him with shots to the face before she backs him against the ropes and sends him across the ring. He comes back on the rebound and she meets him with a huge single leg dropkick, which sends him flying back before she nails a huge discus clothesline that sends him flying out of the ring! Kevin seems completely out of sorts for the moment and he starts to go over to the timekeeper's table to grab the San Diego Bay Title so he can head to the back, but as he starts to head towards the ramp, Fiona's had about enough of him running and starts to bounce off the ropes before charging towards the side by the ramp before doing a huge flip before a no hands backflip outside the ropes! The crowd erupts as Fiona gets up and doesn't hesitate as she grabs Hardaway by the head and starts to whip him toward the rail, but Hardaway reverses and sends Fiona flying toward the stairs...AND SHE CRASHES IN, AND HARDAWAY WASTES NO TIME AS HE NAILS A MASSIVE RUNNING KNEE STRIKE INTO THE FACE OF THE STARDUST SERAPH! Kevin continues to pour on the viciousness as he lifts up Fiona and whips her into one of the steel ring posts, Fiona colliding with it and hitting the floor with a sick thud. Smirking, he casually strolls over before he picks up the San Diego Bay Title and holds it up to her face. Kevin Hardaway: YOU CAN'T TAKE THIS FROM ME! SHE CAN'T TAKE THIS FROM ME! REACH...FOR...THE...DEAD! Kevin rolls into the ring to break up the 10 count before he whips her into the guardrail and starts pounding her midsection and kidney area before he lifts her and drops her throat on the guardrail before finally throwing her back into the ring. He gets into the ring and bounces off the ropes, nailing a huge senton! Quickly, he covers Fiona! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Hardaway looks angry as he lifts up Fiona and starts to whip her to the corner before charging in with a huge splash before he grabs her out of the corner and violently whips her down with a spinebuster. Quickly, he jumps up and nails a double foot stomp to Fiona's stomach before he looks to grab her foot and ankle as he preps for the Stretch Muffler, but Fiona manages to crawl to the ropes and force a break. Kevin finally breaks at four, and as he goes back to attack Fiona, he's met with an upward kick to the face! Hardaway stumbles away and as soon as charges back in, he's met with a desperation superkick from the former World Champ! Dick Morosi: Fiona's grasping at straws here! Seth Ericson: Fiona Collins has yet to meet anyone with the sheer brutality of Kevin Hardaway, and it's showing! Fiona still struggles to recover, slowly crawling over to Hardaway and taking the time to wrap his arms up...ECHO-16! Fiona digs into the playbook of her husband and his students for the ECHO-16 submission, starting to hammer an elbow into the face of Hardaway, one hard enough to bust his nose open as he continues to laugh at the pain. With his strength and size advantage on Fiona, he struggles but still manages to try to get to his feet before he hoists her up and starts charging toward a corner...TOSSING THE STARDUST SERAPH INTO IT WITH A RUNNING BUCKLE BOMB! She stumbles out, but Hardaway continues to go for momentum, bouncing off the ropes to hit the Decapitation La---SHE DUCKS...ROLLING ELBOW! PALM STRIKE! DROPSAULT! CLEAR EYES, FULL HEARTS, CAN'T LOSE ON THE SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPION! She charges toward Hardaway...SHE STEALS THE NARUKAMI FROM THE WORLD CHAMPION! In a thunderous statement made to the World Champion, Fiona Collins hits Kevin Hardaway with one of the Champ's own moves! Fiona starts slamming her hand on the mat as the crowd starts to clap and get behind her! Fiona looks to lock up the arms as she seems to be preparing for the Undertow, but Hardaway starts to lean up, nailing Fiona with a series of headbutts! He gets her to finally back off, and he comes charging in for a huge laria---SHINIGAMI OUT OF NOWHERE! Fiona Collins has to use a finisher from a former friend and one of her own, but she looks to have stopped Kevin Hardaway dead in his tracks! She crawls over and makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE...WITH A KICKOUT A FRACTION TOO LATE! The match is over, but Kevin and Fiona seemingly continue to brawl! The two are still fighting...BUT HERE COMES RUBY TYLER! Ruby comes down with a steel chair and she chases off Kevin Hardaway! The two friends are together, staring down Hardaway, who just has a sick grin on his face as he rolls out of the ring, grabbing his title on the way out and casually strolls back up the ramp as he holds the title up high! Fiona Collins has won the match, but it's clear that these two will definitely meet again. WINNER: Fiona CollinsDick Morosi: FIONA COLLINS HAS GONE THROUGH HELL AND BACK! She came prepared tonight to face brutality in Kevin Hardaway, and she managed to pick up a huge victory! Seth Ericson: GIVE CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE! Kevin Hardaway took the fight to Fiona Collins like few other people in the history of EXODUS have ever done, and she got one good shot in! Fiona is good, but Kevin Hardaway came to play tonight! Dick Morosi: Kevin Hardaway is going to recover to fight Ruby Tyler in the near future, and we're going to be right back! We find ourselves back once again backstage as the cameraman focuses on a close-up shot of the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight championship, the crowd booing as the shot widens out and showcases the EXODUS Pro World champion Chris Strike having it around his waist, already having put on his wrestling tights and working on slipping on his boots...the clicking of heels bringing his attention from the task of dressing himself for his main event bout against Sally Talfourd to the source of this particular noise. A nod escaped him. Chris Strike: Bri, you look dressed to kill...as per usual. What news do you bring? The blonde shuffles into the room, her hands placed firmly on her hips as she regards the World champion. Brianna Singer: Well for starters, my rather large and imposing Japanese friends are ready and waiting in the back here, ready to be on call whenever you require them. Chris Strike: Very well. And any news from Miss Sullivan? Brianna Singer: Other than the initial contact, I haven’t had any contact with her or have received any new news from her. A sigh escaped from the World Champion as he unbuckled his belt and moved slightly in his seat, having a little more mobility now as he moved on to putting his right boot, lacing it as he spoke again. Chris Strike: I wouldn’t be surprised if she was fashionably late. Apparently, it’s her damn style. Nevertheless, I’ll keep trying to get in touch with her. Kessin is out on a leisure walk, since even being stuck with me for a long period of time prior to this match would drive the man crazy. Reika’s keeping an eye on him just in case the (R)Evo kids try to get funny and jump him for last week… Once he puts the finishing touches on the first boot, he slips on the other. Chris Strike: Then again, it’s about the only thing they could do to grab my attention again. I got what I came for out of that visit… Brianna nods her head slightly as she shifts her feet a little, her hands still stuck to her hips. Brianna Singer: What happened down in (R)Evo is further proof that the inmates are truly running the asylum. Their intentions, how ever noble they think they are, are nothing more than common playground banter at recess. She reaches up and brushes a stray strand of hair out of her face. Brianna Singer: Besides, those children will get what they have coming to them soon. Chris Strike: The UROBOROS girl and NoVaK, I assume? Regardless, it was a nice distraction before this week. I needed to let some steam off before facing Seon-yeong tonight...she’s going to need every bit of my attention if I’m finally to avenge my black marks from last year. Brianna Singer: About that. Forgive me ahead of time for even asking this, but… She looks down slightly at her shoes and then back at Chris, as he finishes up with tying the other wrestling boots. Brianna Singer: Given your history and everything with Sally, how fully ready are you for this? The EXODUS Pro World champion looked up, keeping his gaze on Brianna Singer in full, taking a moment to let that question sink in before answering it. Chris Strike: ...I’m prepared to do anything that it takes to assert myself as the best wrestler in this damn company. Even if it means having to do something unfavorable to Sally Talfourd. But it won’t be out of malice, my dear...oh no. Planting his feet on the ground, Strike grabs on to the belt and places it on his right shoulder before standing up to his feet, glancing down at Brianna Singer with a small smile on his face. Chris Strike: It’ll be out of love. Because just like I said to her, Brianna...they don’t love her like I love her. She lets the words die down on her ears as a small smirk creeps onto her face. Brianna Singer: That is the mindset that separates the champions from the pretenders. You are going to be the best champion this company has ever seen, and if that means showing the people you care about some tough love, then so be it. We ALL have to do that at some point in our lives and careers. Chris Strike: ...It’ll be something to be seen. Mark my words. He places a hand on her shoulder as a means of reassurance. Chris Strike: Just keep the boys on notice and let me know if you hear back from Ms. Sullivan. She may be here on the basis of revenge but she has a role to play...just like the rest of us. Brianna Singer: Whenever you need them, they will be ready. And as soon as I hear from her, you’ll be the first person I tell. As if on cue, Venus strolls over to where the two stand, flanked by her assistant and "glam squad." She smirks, feeling proud of herself, as she flips her length of hair over her shoulder and looks dressed to kill as usual. Venus: The queen has arrived and ready to make everyone kneel before us. There is a brief pause as both Brianna Singer and Chris Strike turn towards the door, glancing over at Venus and the “glam squad” she brought along with her. Strike’s eyebrow is slightly raised at this point. Chris Strike: ...Well, fashionably late is better than never. Glad you made it. I do certainly hope that you’re ready to make the same kind of impact you did last week at (R)Evolution when you made our favorite punching bag squeal like the pig he is… Venus: Oh, I've been ready. There is thing I want more than to see Christian Kane suffer and feel the pain that he put me through. I want him to be laid out in that mat and never get up again. She smirks at Strike, eyes glinting with a dark malice that had never been there before. Strike nods approvingly. Chris Strike: Good. Last week was just the beginning. Brianna, if you’d be so kind, gather your fellow friends and Mr. Kessin, and bring them here. I have a plan... With that, Brianna smiles and nods at Chris as she turns and leaves the room, leaving him to finish preparing for the match while Strike and Venus returned to their conversation as the scene fades out to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 11, 2015 18:11:57 GMT -6
We come back to the show with a huge graphic for EXPRO On FX #34's huge main event! It's a Pacific Coast Title match when Aries Reed takes on the champion, Shinji Uchikawa! Dick Morosi: Michelle Collins was quick to sign this one following a huge brawl backstage between the two! Shinji Uchikawa makes his first defense of the Pacific Coast Title in EXODUS and second overall when he meets Aries Reed in two weeks! Seth Ericson: Shinji's going to have a huge challenge to overcome. Aries has been red hot, but Shinji's going to have to recover his psyche after that loss to Zack Lifer. Dick Morosi: Speaking of someone on a tear recently, Justin Brooks has been a man on a mission over the past couple of months, and the International Champion looks to keep his juggernaut like momentum going this week when he meets the former World Champion...next! NORMAL MATCH
JUSTIN BROOKS (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. ABBY PARKThe lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do *DING DING DING* David Zinkus: The following non-title contest is scheduled for ONE FALL...introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 118 pounds. ABBY PARKKKKKKKKKK! Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. David Zinkus: And her opponent... "TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." [Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...from Atlanta, Georgia, USA...weighing in at 267 pounds, he is your EXODUS Pro International Champion... JUSTIN BROOOKKKSSSS! [Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide A large chorus of boos erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on his lips as he places his hands on his waist. “By Any Means” by Wale continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd as run his tongue over the front of his teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. Seth Ericson: Last week we saw these two competitors duke it out in a triple threat match along with Devan Whitmore, with Justin Brooks getting the victory. Now Abby Park is getting the EXODUS Pro International Champion ALL to herself. Will things pan out differently for her? We'll see. The opening bell sounds. Abby, using her superior speed, runs at Brooks, catching him off guard. She jumps up and hits a quick dropkick to the face of Brooks. He stays standing. Abby then moves back a little and jumps up again. Abby hits another quick dropkick, and Brooks still stays standing. Abby then runs at the turnbuckle and jumps off and hits Brooks with a Seoul Train, finally knocking Brooks to the ground. Abby then rolls Brooks up in a inside cradle. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Abby is already going for the home run swing right off the bat. She wants to get that win back by any means necessary. Abby stands back up and lowers herself a little, ready to attack but JB immediately trolls her out and grabs Abby by the arm and hits a sick clothesline. Dick Morosi: And...she gets a home run swing back in her favor. That...that didn't look too good. Brooks then picks up Abby and stands over her. She jumps up and hits Brooks in the face with her elbow. She then jumps up and hits another hard elbow shot. Brooks starts looking dazed. He stings to hit Abby but she runs through and quickly climbs the turnbuckle. She turns around and jumps at Brooks. She hits a strong uppercut, European style on Brooks, planting him to the outside as she slowly gets back up. Brooks slowly gets back in the ring, not taking his eyes off of Abby. They lock up in another aggressive tie-up in the center. Abby falls down and pulls Brooks over in a snap arm drag. Brooks rushed back in only to get another wide arm drag. Brooks rises to his knees but holds up his hands telling Abby to wait a second. Abby waits only a second then before charging in, but Brooks ducks around and pulls her into a rollup as both of them stand as Brooks hits some elbows to the face of Abby, fighting her towards the ropes. He sends Abby off of the ropes to the other side. He goes to hit the dropkick, but Abby ducks it. Brooks turns around into a running dropkick from Abby, which sends Brooks sailing to the other side of the ring. Brooks stands up quickly though, as does Abby as they stare into each other's eyes. Each trying to prove something. Seth Ericson: Man, this might be a stalemate the way we're going. Could we see the International Pro champ go down tonight? They both look for a tie up again, but Brooks greets Abby with a boot to the gut instead. He lifts Abby up for a beautiful suplex and goes for another cover, but Abby immediately kicks out. He stands and yells at the ref, slapping his hands together three times before picking Abby up to her feet. He takes a long look at her and ends up stroking her hair gently, but she pushes away...CLOTHESLINE! Abby is starting to look mad now. Brooks gets up and looks around and can't see Abby anywhere. He looks to the turnbuckle behind him and sees Abby jump again. Abby attempts to hit the Seoul Train again, but Brooks moves out of the way. Abby falls to the mat and somersaults her way to the ropes and bounces off, but is immediately met by JB lifting her up in the fireman's carry position and driving her down to the mat, almost caving it in right down the middle. Seth Ericson: HOOK 'N LADDER! Dick Morosi: I...I don't know if she's going to be able to even get up from that, Seth. JB immediately covers... ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Yep. That's all she wrote as Justin Brooks gets up and is raised his hand by the referee. David Zinkus getting on the mic. David Zinkus: Here is your winner...the EXODUS Pro International Champion...JUSTIN BROOKSSSSSSS!!!!!! “By Any Means” kicks out over the PA, as Brooks stands, looking down at Abby Park trying her damndest to crawl up on the mat. As Lowery presents him with his belt, he once again snatches it out of his hands, holding it aloft with one hand, and beating his chest with the other. Dick Morosi: Can anybody stop this beast of a man? Seth Ericson: I don't know, Dick...I don't know! Brooks immediately ducks out under the bottom rope and exits the ring, walking up the ramp, his back towards the set, holding his title up in the air for the entire world and universe to see. WINNER: Justin BrooksAs Brooks leaves the arena, By Any Means suddenly cuts out, only to be replaced by the Hanging Tree. The four members of REVOLUTION enter the arena, looking to descend upon the beaten Abby Park. They wave off the boos of the crowd as they walk to the ring, Shozo visibly a bit worse for wear from his endeavours this evening. Dick Morosi: Damn it, enough is enough! Park just went through the wringer with Justin Brooks, and now here come the vultures to pick her bones! Seth Ericson: This rivalry between REVOLUTION and Storm is really beginning to escalate Dick. I think they’re actually looking to kill each other. As they get about halfway down the ramp, however, Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) suddenly cuts in through the PA, causing the foursome to pause in their tracks. The look about the arena, scanning the crowd. Dick Morosi: Oh, this music only means one thing... Seth Ericson: Business is about to pick up! Suddenly a commotion in the crowd to the right of the REVOLUTION, as Beowulf starts running through the audience, pool cue in one hand, chain wrapped around the other. To the left of the group, more commotion, as Saikosoma charges down, with what looks like a kendo stick in hand. Dick Morosi: Storm were waiting for REVOLUTION! It’s an ambush! Beowulf and Saikosoma both hit the ringside barriers at the same time, vaulting the railings and quickly moving to the base of the ramp. In the ring, Abby Park has just about got her head together, and slides out of the ring to join her comrades, staring at their opponents up the ramp. Aries, Devan, GRENDEL and Shozo. Abby, Beowulf and Saikosoma, their eyes locked over the space of a dozen or so feet. Seth Ericson: I think they’re about to kill each other. I hope they’re about to kill each other. Nobody is moving, the Mexican Standoff being maintained as neither party wants to make the first move, and expose themselves to a counter attack. It’s Shozo who speaks first, shouting down at his opponents. Shozo Arino: THAT’S HOW THIS IS GOING TO GO THEN? Smiling, Beowulf unravels a short length of the chain. Beowulf: IT AIN’T GONNA GO ANY OTHER WAY! Nodding, the REVOLUTION members begin to back up the ramp, not turning their backs on Storm, slowly, methodically moving. Dick Morosi: What the hell just happened? Seth Ericson: I think they just declared war. REVOLUTION going to war with Storm... I hope we’re not paying the EMTs on commission. And on that note, we head to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 11, 2015 17:53:21 GMT -6
We come backstage where Tom Matheny happens to be standing by with EXODUS Pro's brand new Pacific Coast Champion, Shinji Uchikawa! With Tom Higashikata, Shinji smiles as he happens to be wearing his brand new "Tadaima" shirt as he pats his title while with Tom. Tom Matheny: Shinji Uchikawa, in just a few moments, you go one on one with Zack Lifer in his return to EXODUS. People have been anticipating your return to the RIMAC since you on the Top of the Class tournament, and now that you've returned, you're going up against a massive challenge. How have you prepared for tonight? Shinji smiles thoughtfully and is about to speak before the smile on his face fades and the camera zooms out to show one major shit eating grin: the one of Aries Reed. Aries Reed: You sure don't say much in person, do ya? You seem to speak English just fine on Twitter, but you can't seem to talk here. You one of those keyboard jockeys? Shinji's face goes from the soft smile he once had to one of complete disdain at the sight of Aries as he steps closer. Aries Reed: What's the matter? Don't wanna talk now that I'm calling you out? Angrily, Tom Higashikata steps up toward Aries to talk for Shinji, but Shinji instantly puts his arm out to stop Tom before he talks himself. Shinji Uchikawa: You want...talk? Okay. Let's talk. Let's talk about how you dishonor Tag Team Title. Let's talk about how you only fool in the world to give up championship to spite someone else! Fool and his prizes soon part ways. Kind of like big part between your teeth! Aries looks angry as Shinji gives a little grin before he looks away and steps closer to Shinji to accept the challenge. Shinji Uchikawa: My English is not good when I speak. My English is much better when I type...but I know enough English to tell you this...I WILL KICK...YOUR....ASS! Aries takes a swing at Shinji before he blocks it and hammers him with a shot of his own. Quickly, the two of them start hammering blows at one another as security and a few RW students begin separating them as Shinji looks on angrily and we go back to ringside. Dick Morosi: Shinji Uchikawa is looking to make a point to Aries Reed and a lot of people as of late. As nice as he is, he's more than prepared to bring the fight to them. Seth Ericson: See what getting a girlfriend does? He's trying to act all macho! He's willing to take on all these challenges as Pacific Coast Champion! He should kick back, relax, appreciate the fact he knows a girl who I'm sure would wear nothing but the belt if he asked! Dick Morosi: Do you know his girlfriend? Seth Ericson: ...no. Dick Morosi: Then perhaps you may want to keep your trap shut and let us head to the ring for Shinji Uchikawa and Zack Lifer...next! NORMAL MATCH
SHINJI UCHIKAWA (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion) vs. ZACK LIFERThe arena lights start to dim as the crowd starts to anticipate the arrival of someone as the soft intro from The Glitch Mob's remix of "Seven Nation Army" starts to get louder and louder before lyrics... I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time, right behind my back
And I'm talkin' to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone... And as the beat drops, the lights quickly come to light, Shinji Uchikawa standing at center stage, alongside his friend and manager, Tom Higashikata! The lights continue to pulse at the heavy beat as Shinji looks out at the crowd, taking a deep breath before he slowly starts to walk down as the heavy beat disappears again to once again go into the second verse. David Zinkus: INTRODUCING....FROM JAPAN....UCHIKAWA, SHINNNNNNNNNNNJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Don't wanna hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it comin' back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home... And once again, the beat kicks in, and Shinji hits the ringside area, slapping hands with a bunch of fans, all before stopping by the front row area where several of the Section B kids managed to score seats, all before hugging his friends who have started a "UCH-I-KA-WA!" chant for him before he slowly hops up to the apron before stepping into the ring and rolling to a knee before spreading his arms wide as a light shines down on him as the crowd erupts! Dick Morosi: Shinji specially requested this match here tonight in retaliation for Zack Lifer’s comments on twitter to his friend...girlfriend? Seth Ericson: Friend, Dick. Just a friend. A brief flash of silence passes through the arena instantly as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Villainous hues floated over the entrance, the ramp and the audience itself. Audible jeers are heard, the many in the crowd hearing the sounds of the first few words of "The Calm Before Reform" by In Fear And Faith boom through the speakers over the heavy, iconic guitar riff they've grown accustomed to ever since he's arrived on the scene. This, of course, signified one man and one man alone. LET IT OUT!
It's the end of the world,
I wanna hear you scream those lungs out! As the flickering beams of amber shine down against the excited crowd, the camera looking up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they discover a familiar silhouette. There is a loud, heated booing from the fans, signs of various negative messages stretched across the ocean of angry EXODUS fans as well as a few rare, faithful "Lifer Addict" signs that juxtaposed with the others covering the screen. Adorn in a tan colored open sweatshirt, the zipper at the very bottom while he made his way down the steps with an unspoken purpose you could plainly see written on his face. A few people attempted to reach for him, trying to hold him back, however he casually refused to acknowledge it without a word, his sharp unrelenting eyes fixated on the ring instead. Behind him, Chuck Matthews enters, keeping to the shadows, a “Zack Lifer Silver Sun” Matthews Enterprises T-Shirt stretched across his chest. David Zinkus: AND THE OPPONENT, accompanied to the ring by Chuck Matthews...from Newark, New Jersey...weighing 202 pounds...ZACK LIIIIIIIFERRRR!! I can see every mind from this perspective,
I can pen every blank page that your temples seem to hide.
Can you hear me? Listen closely.
It's all I ask of you tonight, if you'd be so kind. Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him quickly towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before he hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could be considered impressive by most, a wind of cockiness in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more, the steel steps in his sights. His eyes flicker to the entrance way as he trudged up the first couple steps, not looking forward as he takes in the sight of the curtain for just a couple seconds with an intense look in his eye, the gears clearly turning. Chuck walks casually around the ring to the announcer’s table, grabbing a spare folding chair, which he plants near the table and takes a seat on the back, his feet planted on the seat as is his custom. As The New Iron Saint gets to the top of the stairs, his eyes flash across the arena, almost slightly stunned by the crowd response as he raises his arms to his side to form a cross, gesturing for them to let their voices be heard, his neck looking to the rafters. The audience gets louder as he mounts the turnbuckle, raising his right arm in triumph as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage regardless, the placement of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on - Zack now already pacing the ring - as it peeled loudly in front of everyone's eyes. Cutting across the arena air, another loud boo from the crowd burst up again, their eyes glancing at Lifer again. It's the end of the world, I wanna hear you scream! The camera zoomed away from the scene, Lifer's arms stretched out wide for just a bit dramatically again, catching on the rope behind him as he soaked in the heat of the crowd with a literal blast, the firework shooting by swiftly in the backdrop. His chocolate brown eyes searched the disgruntled crowd, a smirk rising to his lips as the song faded mid-lyric. Seth Ericson: Lifer should be thanking his lucky stars they let him back into EXODUS The bell rings and Zack Lifer immediately charges Shinji, shooting in, grabbing the legs, and taking the Japanese star down, raining punches down on any parts of exposed flesh he can find. Shinji gets his arms up, fending off the blows as he tries to break free and get out from beneath Lifer’s onslaught. Zack rolls off Shinji, sending a brutal kick to the midsection before the referee pulls him away. Dick Morosi: And immediately, Lifer is on the attack! Seth Ericson: I don’t think Shinji saw that coming. Shinji Uchikawa gets to his feet, shaking his head, regaining his focus. He turns to face Zack Lifer, raising his fists, egging Lifer on. Lifer sneers at Shinji, slowly pacing in his corner of the ring. The two meet in the center, tying up. Shinji wins the show of strength, pulling Lifer into a side headlock. Lifer shoves Shinji away, sending the latter stumbling forward. Lifer follows up by stepping up behind Shinji, looking for an elbow to the back of Shinji’s head. Shinji turns on his heel, bringing his opposite foot up and sending a sharp kick to Lifer’s skull, rocking him. Seth Ericson: Great awareness from the rookie, he caught Lifer with that one. This time, it’s Shinji who goes on the attack. The two tie up again. Lifer pulls Shinji into DDT position. Shinji drops down, hooking Lifer’s leg and bringing him to the mat with a fireman’s carry. He immediately transitions to an arm hold, twisting Lifer’s shoulder in its socket. Zack struggles in the hold for a moment as the referee checks for a submission. Dick Morosi: And remember, this match isn't a title match, but it IS held under Pacific Coast Title rules: No pinfalls. Three rope breaks. The only way to win this one is by knockout or submission. Seth Ericson: Who do you think that benefits? Dick Morosi: Lifer's hard-hitting style against Shinji's technical prowess? This one could go either way. Lifer breaks free of Shinji's hold, scrambling to his feet. Shinji charges Lifer, who takes him down with a hiptoss. Lifer and Shinji are both quick to their feet, turning to face each other. They tie up for a third time. Zack Lifer grabs Shinji's leg, lifting him high and bringing him crashing down with a suplex. Lifer slowly retreats to the corner. Dick Morosi: He couldn't be thinking Forced Suicide already? Seth Ericson: He's here to make a statement, and knocking Shinji Uchikawa out would do exactly that! Lifer motions for Shinji to sit up, his knee practically shaking in anticipation. Shinji slowly sits, and Lifer makes his move. Just as he's about to connect, Shinji rolls out of the way, dodging the shot. Lifer hits the brakes, but Shinji is already upon him, grabbing Lifer's arm and lifting him in a pumphandle position. Lifer writhes and squirms, breaking free and dropping to the mat. He immediately sends a hard kick to Shinji's gut...perhaps a little too low, because the referee immediately steps between the two, admonishing Lifer as Shinji keels over. Lifer shoves the referee away and charges Shinji, driving a knee straight to Shinji's face, dropping the youngster like a sack of bricks. Seth Ericson: What a shot! Dick Morosi: Ohhh man, that one got him. Shinji's out. Lifer looks towards the announcer's table, where Chuck nods his head in approval, still perched on the chair. Lifer shouts at the referee, who reluctantly begins the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Shinji stirs, holding his hand to his face, trying to shake the pain from his head. FOUR! FIVE! Shinji manages to roll onto his stomach, pushing himself up. Not ready to risk it, Lifer immediately goes back on the attack, sending a hard kick to Shinji's gut, flipping Shinji to his back. Lifer begins stomping every part of Shinji he can, as the Japanese star struggles to defend himself. Seth Ericson: Just sheer brutality from Lifer from the get-go. Lifer hasn't given Shinji any room to breathe. Dick Morosi: He's been on top of it, that's for sure. He's controlling the pace, and that's why he's got the upper hand. The referee finally steps in, separating Lifer and giving Shinji a chance to recover. Shinji slowly gets to his feet, turning once again to face Lifer. Zack charges in, but this time, Shinji is ready. He sidesteps Lifer, turning behind him, and wrapping his arm around Lifer's neck, locking in a sleeper. Zack thrashes about, but Shinji tightens the grip, keeping Lifer's crazed attacks in check. Slowly, Lifer begins to fade, and Shinji transitions to allow his victim to slump slowly to the mat. The fans begin to cheer and chant as they see Zack Lifer fading out. Dick Morosi: Smart move from Uchikawa! Seth Ericson: He's keeping Lifer controlled, that's the trick. Keep his attack maintained, and you take away Lifer's offense. Lifer's eyes pop open, and with a burst of life, he begins thrashing about once more, getting his feet beneath him and forcing himself back to a standing position. Shinji jumps on top of Lifer, trying to bring him back down. Lifer steps, stumbles really, towards the ropes, and catches hold of the top one. The referee steps in, calling for the break, and Shinji releases the hold almost instantly. ONE! The referee points at Lifer as he cries the number for all to hear, signaling that Lifer has used one of his three rope breaks. Lifer falls to the mat, breathing heavily, catching his breath after getting choked out. Shinji moves in, taking advantage of the situation. He grabs hold of Lifer's leg, twisting the ankle. Lifer scrambles, wrapping his arms around the bottom rope. Shinji releases the hold once more, raising his hand. The referee points to Lifer. TWO! Zack Lifer gets to his feet, angrily shoving the referee, arguing the call. The crowd erupts, expressing their approval. Dick Morosi: The referee is calling it a hold! Zack Lifer has used two of his three rope breaks! Seth Ericson: Very smart move by Shinji. He's not going for the win just yet, but he's ensuring there's nowhere for Lifer to run when he does. Shinji steps in again, grabbing Lifer by the arm. He whips Lifer to the ropes, but Lifer reverses, sending Shinji towards the corner. Shinji hits the pads hard, stumbling back out. Lifer catches Shinji, dropping him with a snap DDT. Seth Ericson: Again, going after the head. Dick Morosi: Just as we thought they might, Shinji is looking for the submission, Lifer for the knockout. He's rattling Shinji's brain, trying to put him out of it just long enough for the ten count. Shinji groans as he rolls to his stomach, pushing himself up once more. Lifer rushes in, once again going to a stiff kick. Shinji is prepared this time, catching hold of Lifer's foot, and using it to take Zack off balance, bringing him to the mat. Shinji kips to his feet, grabbing Lifer's foot and stepping over, locking in a toe hold. Lifer scrambles once again, trying to get to the ropes. Shinji, almost lazily, allows Lifer the room, letting Lifer grasp the ropes. For the third and final time, Shinji holds his arms out, releasing the hold. THREE! Dick Morosi: And that's it. No more breaks for Lifer. One more submission maneuver and he's going to have to break it himself. Seth Ericson: I think that's exactly what Shinji was going for! He doesn't need Lifer in the center of the ring, he can lock on a hold right next to the ropes! And that's exactly what Shinji goes for. He grabs Lifer's leg once again. Lifer sends a hard kick to Shinji's shoulder with his free leg. Shinji shakes off the blow, looking to contort Lifer's leg into a hold. Lifer sends another sharp kick, this time connecting with Shinji's jaw, causing him to relinquish the attack. Lifer uses the ropes to get to his feet. Shinji grabs Lifer, pulling him in close and trying to lift him, but Lifer manages to block it, keeping his leg wrapped tight around Shinji's. Lifer lifts Shinji in turn, dropping him across the top rope. While Shinji is lying across it, Lifer steps back, measuring him. He dashes forward, lifting his knee, but Shinji drops onto the apron, dodging the blow. Shinji vaults over the top rope, grabbing Lifer by the neck on the way down and dropping him with a reverse DDT. Zack Lifer grabs the back of his head, and Shinji steals the opportunity to grab Lifer's ankle once more. Seth Ericson: Momentum slowly turning to favor Shinji Uchikawa and-...where is HE going? Chuck Matthews has finally hopped off his perch, eliciting a round of boos from the crowd. Chuck exaggerates a stretching motion, as though he's just woken up from a three month nap. He casually strolls to the ring, where Shinji has his back turned, standing near the ropes. Chuck casually swipes at Shinji's leg, forcing the latter's attention. Shinji leans over the ropes, swatting at Chuck, who looks up at Shinji with a look of mock surprise, as though he had no idea he had just interrupted the attack. Seth Ericson: Get him out of here! Dick Morosi: Shinji can't let Chuck get in his head, not now when he's got Lifer where he wants him. Focus on the match! Chuck backs away, raising his arms apologetically. Shinji glances back at Chuck before turning back towards the ring, where he's caught by surprise as Zack Lifer charges him, knee raised for a vicious shot. Shinji just manages to dodge it, catching Lifer by the neck and dropping him with a complete shot. immediately, Shinji wraps his leg around Lifer's neck, pulling back. Dick Morosi: OMEGA-16! Shinji's got it! Lifer can't get the ropes! Lifer reaches desperately for the ropes on instinct, and his fingers even manage to brush it, but the referee refuses to break the hold, Lifer having used up all his breaks. Zack Lifer slaps the mat repeatedly, tapping out....but the referee doesn't see it! Instead, he's occupied with Chuck Matthews, who has climbed onto the apron and is arguing with the referee. Shinji angrily rolls off Lifer, breaking the hold. He charges Chuck, sending a stiff clothesline that knocks Chuck clean off the apron and crashing to the floor, much to the delight of the fans. Seth Ericson: Didn't think that one through, did you? Get him, Shinji! Shinji shouts something angrily at Chuck. He turns back once more....right into the knee of Zack Lifer! Dick Morosi: You gotta be kidding me. Seth Ericson: ....Forced Suicide. He got it. Shinji crashes to the mat. Lifer looks down at Chuck, lying on the concrete floor. Chuck taps his head, mouthing "thinker" to Zack, and giving a knowing wink. Zack turns his attention back to Shinji, laid out in the ring. The referee looks from Chuck to Lifer to Shinji, looking for any signs of foul play. When he finds none, he reluctantly begins the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Seth Ericson: He could count to a hundred. Lifer nailed him with that knee. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! The crowd boos vehemently as Chuck leans against the crowd barrier, watching Lifer begin his celebration. SEVEN! EIGHT! Slowly, Shinji begins to stir. Lifer stares incredulously at him, backing to the corner, preparing his elbow for Dead Air. Shinji tries to get to one knee.... NINE! ...and collapses. TEN! The bell rings and Lifer jumps to the top rope, raising his arms in victory as the crowd showers him with boos. WINNER: Zack LiferDick Morosi: Zack Lifer steals it! Seth Ericson: That's a huge assist to Chuck Matthews there. He played a huge psychological factor in this, and I can't help but thing his presence had Shinji irritated from the start. Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer may not be able to pull that off each time, but he picks up a victory tonight! For now, let's head backstage to Tom Matheny, who's standing by with Fiona Collins! We cut backstage to where backstage reporter, Tom Matheny, is standing with the Stardust Seraph herself, Fiona Collins. She is dressed down for the evening in a pair of jeans and her new Sailor Stardust Scout hoodie, as she is off the card, smiling into the camera. Tom Matheny: Folks, we're backstage here tonight with Fiona Collins, who's prepared to go one on one with the San Diego Bay Champion, Kevin Hardaway. Fiona, it's no secret that Kevin is a member of mara's Family, and after the way Repetition of Hatred ended, people are wondering if the conflict between you and The Entity is over yet. Fiona Collins: I have a feeling the conflict will never end, to be quite honest with you, Tom. mara has some weird agenda with me because I'm married to her brother. This conflict as you call it will always be around and will go deeper than just in the ring - this is family, we're talking about. It's never going to end and especially not anytime soon but I'm going to do all I can to end it out there tonight with Kevin Hardaway. Tom Matheny: Kevin's had a vendetta as of late with someone you're close to, namely Ruby Tyler. Is tonight about retribution for her? Fiona nods her head, her arms folding over her chest as she contemplates her answer. Fiona Collins: It is. Ruby is a friend of mine...a great friend now and tonight, I'm going to make sure Kevin suffers and feels all that pain that he has caused Ruby and others in the back. Tom Matheny: One last question, Fiona...tonight, you have to watch a friend who has had a change of attitude lately in Chris Strike take on an old rival who seems to have changed just as much in Sally Talfourd...what do you make of the World Title scene now? Fiona Collins: It's totally bizarre, to be honest. I feel like I woke up in Bizarro World and everything is turned upside down. Strike decides to get all high and mighty and Sally's....actually a decent person again? It's crazy but, that's EXODUS for you. All I know is that I need to get back into that scene again and take back what is rightfully mine. Tom Matheny: Even at the expense of a man you endearingly call Padfoot? Fiona Collins: That's not Padfoot, Tom. I don't know who that man is. And on that, we fade to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 11, 2015 17:50:15 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 our next major announcement... Coming to EXODUS Kingdom 2........THE LEGENDARY KAZUMA FUJITA! And on that major announcement, the unfamiliar sounds of “Master Plan” by Signal Hill Transmission fill the arena when we come back to it. A man walks out and stands there still embracing the crowd’s (lack of) reaction. Dressed in navy sweat pants and a grey t-shirt, this man is African-American. He wears a beanie on his head, he is muscular but not massive – cut, and defined best describes his physical stature. He stands a smidge under six feet tall, yet has a presence of a man twice that. An aura, if you want to call it that. This is Dante Q. But don’t judge this book by its cover. Dante walks to the ring, slowly. He walks up the stairs and steps between the middle and top ropes into the ring. He walks to the exact centre of the ring. He spins in three hundred and sixty degrees to survey that around him. He finds a microphone in the pocket of his sweat pants. He raises it to his lips. He lowers it. He raises it once more and he speaks. Dante Q: Sometimes I feel we strive for a life of apathy. Callous deeds, other mindless acts of greed; ain't jack for free. I think they’d try a tax to breathe. It’s like we fight to remind us that we bleed. I take flight in the night from lack of sleep, because peace of mind is the only time that we’re free. It’s got a hold on me, and I’m a chase that feeling. It’s got a hold on me, we all chase that feeling. He lowers the microphone. He raises the microphone, not moving from his spot in the centre of the ring. Dante Q: It’s like they try to build you up to watch it all collapse. You try climb out the pit, they’ll try to claw you back. Like back in the factory packing the shelves. It was hell cos the foreman was always harassing me. Like ‘How’s your little old wrestling thing going?’ Now I’m like ‘How’s your bitter old loser shit going?’ And I’m right; it’s got a hold on me. He lowers the microphone and takes one pace back. He raises the microphone as he steps one more pace backwards. Dante Q: Take that pain and replace that feeling and I’m a take that healing then. Stand so tall they’ll have to raise that ceiling man. From a young age I was making my mark, chasing my start. Forever ain't enough when your state of the art. Fuck the haters that had said I’d never make it this far, it’s the pavers that I’d tread to dedicate to my craft. I’ve tailored every thread to bear the shape of my heart, treating every breath as my first and day as my last. I ride the rails of a canvas track, fall into a trance and there ain't no climbing back. Sit and lose myself in all the hidden loops, they’re like forbidden fruits; I’m like can I get a bite of that? Gin and juice, I get loose and I work a set, shivers down my spine, feeling more like a spinal tap. Dante Q walks forward to the front of the ring and leans on the top rope while looking at the entrance way. Dante Q: At start of the summer, I’m a come to life and have the heart of a hummingbird, and I can hear the drummer. It’s got a hold on me, and I’m gonna chase that feeling cause I’m Dante Q. He drops his microphone, drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope and walks to the back while the sounds of “Master Plan” by Signal Hill Transmission plays over the arena sound system, and as we come back to ringside after watching Dante walk off, we're greeted with a bizarre sight on the stage. Right next to the stage entrance stands an abnormally tall jack-in-the-box. The crowd, usually raucous, is mostly silent at the moment, as they stare at this new addition. Dick Morosi: ...do you have any idea, Seth? Seth Ericson: Pleasedon'tbeaclownpleasedon'tbeaclownpleasedon'tbeaclown.... Dick Morosi: ...what he said. Now, fans, moving onto...non-creepy things. The Drifter meets the leader of the REVOLUTION as the number 1 contender Christian Kane goes up against Shozo Arino! Take it away, David! NORMAL MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE vs. SHOZO ARINOThe crowd falls into booing as "Anti-Gravity" by Lindsey Sterling hits and the leader of the REVOLUTION steps out onto the stage. He first looks out at the crowd, and their negative reaction to him, shaking his head in disappointment. He then looks up at the ceiling and beyond, looking up for a few moments before nodding and setting off down the ramp. David Zinkus: From Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in tonight at 205lbs....SHOZOOOOOOOOOOO ARINOOOOOOOOOO! He steps onto the ring apron and looks up at the sky again for a moment before stepping into the ring, rapidly turning to face the entire crowd before coming to a stop in the corner. He slowly undoes the hoodie he was wearing and ditches it, ready for his match to begin. 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 coming to the ring...The Handsome Drifter...he is 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. As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. Dick Morosi: Seth, you have extolled the virtues of Kane and Arino. This week, they face off. Who has the edge, what is the advantage here? Seth Ericson: It’s very simple, Barry. Both of these men has been under performing recently. Kane tries but is either the unluckiest man in existence or simply doesn’t have what it takes, whereas Shozo Arino shows flashes of greatness with a tremendous lack of focus. Tonight, we see just who has what it takes to take the next step. They lock up into a collar and elbow tie up. Arino takes Kane’s arm around into a wristlock. He twist his arm around. Kane reverses the hold taking Arino into a wristlock into a drop toe hold. Kane takes Arino into a wristlock of his own, with Arino lay flat on the mat. Arino rises up forcing Kane up to his feet. He reverse the hold back into the wristlock taking Kane around into a headlock. Kane sends him off into the ropes. Arino runs off the ropes, Kane drops down, Arino runs over him back into the ropes. Arino runs back at Kane he leapfrogs over him returning back into the ropes. Arino runs off the ropes back at Kane, he goes for a clothesline, Arino ducks under. He turns going for a clothesline, Kane ducks under. They both jump up for a dropkick, neither landing. Both sit on one knee as the fans show their respect for the action. They both return to their feet. They lock up, Kane knees Arino in his stomach. He grabs him around his head sending him down with a snap suplex. Kane returns to his feet, grabbing Arino’s legs up kicking him in his stomach with a hard kick. Seth Ericson: Kane is looking sharp tonight. He’s got a spring in his step we haven’t seen for years. Dick Morosi: That’s for sure. This is almost a different Kane. Kane goes back into the corner moving up onto the second rope. Kane jumps off for a pointed elbow, Arino rolls out of the way, Kane crashes into the mat. Arino kicks him in his arm. He pulls him up to his feet sending him off into the ropes. Kane runs off the ropes, Arino kicks Kane in his stomach doubling him over. He grabs him lifting him up sending him down with a front suplex. Seth Ericson: Shozo hits his own snap suplex. Dick Morosi: Turnabout is fair play, after all. But don’t get it twisted. The snap suplex is a dangerous move when done right. All that force that can be created by snapping it can make it a damn effective move. Both men have used it quite well this evening. Arino grabs him around his head planting him down with a DDT. Arino pulls Kane to his feet sending him into the ropes. Kane runs off the ropes, Arino leans over flipping him over onto the mat with a back body drop. Arino turns, runs at Kane planting him down with Flowing DDT. Arino covers him. ONE! TWO! .. KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Kane kicks out! Somehow, Kane was able to dig in and really get himself out of a bad situation. Folks, are we seeing a different Christian Kane this evening? Arino rises up to his feet. He goes back into the ropes running back at Kane, he runs at him, Kane knees Arino in his stomach sending him over onto the mat. Kane pulls Arino up to his feet. He grabs him around his arm and leg sending him down with a side Russian leg sweep. Kane covers him. ONE! TWO! .. KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Arino kicks out! These two are giving everything they have. Kane is giving more than he’s given in years and it’s showing! Kane once again pulls Arino to his feet, but this time Arino is prepared, as he lashes out suddenly with a knee to Kane's gut, taking his breath away. Arino then quickly hits the ropes, coming off them and grabbing Kane as he goes, taking him down with the Crash Love! Shozo is quickly back to his feet, and begins signalling that it's time for the Evolving Times! Kane looks like he's in no place at the moment to stop it as Shozo runs at the ropes, coming off it...and getting nailed in the head with a chair thrown from ringside! Seth Ericson: WHAT. Dick Morosi: Get the camera over there! Seth, it's Saikosoma of the Storm! The camera quickly pans over to see the most mysterious member of the Storm, as she slides into the ring and begins to lay boots to a dazed Shozo! The referee can only look on as Kane sits up. The referee and him both share a look, Kane only offering a shrug at all this, as he clearly has no idea what's going on, and neither does the referee. Saikosoma pulls Shozo up by his arm, and Shozo attempts to fight back, throwing an elbow at her, but he's slow and unsteady on his feet, allowing her to avoid it easily, sending Shozo stumbling forward. Saikosoma then expertly kicks both his legs out from under him, sending Shozo crashing throat first onto the ropes! The REVOLUTION's leader falls to his back, breath taken, hands at his throat coughing desperately trying to reclaim it. Saikosoma begins to move in, only to stop as she sees GRENDEL and Devan running full speed down the ramp. Saikosoma slides out of the ring as the two REVOLUTION members enter it, Devan going to Shozo's side while GRENDEL moves to chase Saikosoma, only to realize that she's hurriedly hopped the guard rail and is halfway up the crowd already. GRENDEL joins his lover in checking on their friend, as Kane rises to his feet and just surveys the scene uncertainly. Dick Morosi: This WAS a hell of a match we had going on here, Seth, before the Storm got involved. Seth Ericson: They're really going at one another, it's like they owe each other money or something! Dick Morosi: I...think it's a little deeper than that, but good try at an analogy. Regardless, I don't think Saikosoma's involvement here has made the REVOLUTION any friendlier to the Storm. Seth Ericson: With how this is escalating, one of them's gonna kill someone. Dick Morosi: That's what I'm worried about, partner. We'll be right back, folks. WINNER: No Contest |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 11, 2015 17:38:29 GMT -6
May 11th, 2015
San Diego, CA The show opens up, much to the chagrin of the fans to Chuck Matthews, standing outside an office door, a cold sneer on his face. Slowly, he raises his hand, pausing briefly, hesitating...and then rapping his knuckles sharply against the office door. The voice of the new director of EXODUS sounds from within. Michelle Collins: Come in. Chuck slowly opens the door and slips inside, closing it behind him. Michelle sits at her desk, reading over a small stack of papers in front of her, as if she hasn't even noticed that someone has entered the room. Chuck's eyes, ever vigilant, dart across the room, taking everything in, from the wooden desk to the neat stacks of pages on the desk to the few pictures she has on the walls. Michelle continues to read, not so much as looking up to acknowledge Chuck's presence. Chuck Matthews: You summoned me? Finally, Michelle looks up, smiling warmly. Michelle Collins: Mr. Matthews! I’m so glad you got my call. Please, have a seat. Chuck Matthews: I'll stand. Michelle eyes him, but doesn't object. She does, however, glance at the chair across the desk from her, hinting to Chuck that the offer is still there. Michelle Collins: If you’d prefer. Now I’m sure you know why you’re here? Chuck Matthews: Well, from what you told me over the phone, it sounds to me like you’ve got a bit of a problem. Michelle looks at Chuck, as though expecting him to say more. When he doesn’t, she nods. Michelle Collins: I’ll come clean with you: You were not my first choice- Chuck Matthews: I’d be more surprised if I was. Michelle ignores the interruption. Michelle Collins: I understand that you have plenty of bad history with my brother, with his closest friends...with this entire company, even. Chuck shrugs. Michelle Collins: But...I also understand that while I can’t condone the things you’ve done, it would be stupid of me to ignore the efficiency with which you’ve done them. You’ve demonstrated an uncanny ability to plan ahead, to observe, and to keep an eye on each and every person in this company simultaneously. While some might see you as a con artist and a cheat, I see you as someone who can prove to be invaluable, if I can only convince you to use that head of yours for our cause. You said yourself, after all: In a not so different universe, my family and yours would have been on the same side...or has that changed? Chuck says nothing. His eyes continue to bore holes in the woman before him. His furrowed brow tells the whole story: He’s reading her. The gears in his head are turning. He’s plotting, thinking...but whether he could, in fact, see through Michelle’s plan was a mystery known only by the “Smartest Man in Wrestling” himself. Chuck shakes his head with a smirk. Chuck Matthews: Clever, aren’t you? Michelle Collins: I’m very good at what I do. Chuck laughs as she repeats the words Chuck so often says himself. This time, it’s Michelle who smiles. She opens the top drawer of her desk and from it, procures three folders, which she lays in front of Chuck. Chuck narrows his eyes, looking from the folders to Michelle, looking for any indication as to what will come next. Michelle Collins: Like I told you, Mr. Matthews: I’ve heard quite a bit about you. Now I know you don’t play well with others, and your little stunt at the end of last week’s show showed me, if anything, that you’re not going to show your cards just yet. So I’m going to give you one opportunity to choose your path here in EXODUS. Now you remember, I’m sure, that you left us quite a mess to clean up the last time you were here? Chuck nods with a smile, as though recalling a pleasant memory. Chuck Matthews: Good times Michelle snorts. Michelle Collins: For you, maybe. But it took this company a while to recover from the fires you set here. And had it not been for your sudden departure, you can be sure we would have filed legal action against you. Michelle opens the first folder, revealing a rather sizeable stack of paper, at the top of which is Chuck’s EXODUS rookie contract from the year before, stolen from William Darlington. The word “TERMINATED” is stamped in bright red letters across the center. Michelle Collins: You didn’t think those lawsuits would just disappear, did you? Letting you back into this company is a risk, but it’s one I’m willing to take. That being said: If you come into this company and try and pull that same trick you did last time, I can personally guarantee you that each and every one of these litigations will fall upon your shoulders. Maybe you’ll beat them. Maybe you won’t. But it will be long, it will be expensive, and it will surely damage your reputation for years to come. Chuck stares down at the pages in the folder, nodding at the number of lawsuits in place. Michelle opens the third folder, leaving the middle alone for a moment. Michelle Collins: Now...should you decide to help me with the problem I mentioned before...this is what you will be worth to me. Chuck glances at a new contract sitting in folder #3. He nods, evidently impressed with what is written before him. Michelle Collins: I thought you might appreciate that. You finish the job, and this contract is yours. And, just as it says, you help me out, I’ll help you. And these lawsuits- Michelle motions towards the first folder. Michelle Collins: -Will disappear, never to bother you again. Chuck Matthews: Bold play. Michelle Collins: I had to make it worth your while. Chuck eyes the center folder, which remains unopened on Michelle’s desk. Michelle Collins: Ah. This one. Chuck waits for her to open the folder, but she doesn’t, instead folding her hands on top of it, so that Chuck himself can’t open it either. Michelle Collins: I said last week that each and every member of EXODUS, past and present, begins with a clean slate with me. I meant that. Even for you. And I think it would be unfair of me to offer an open door and not give certain people, regardless of their history, that option. This folder is that option. You can come into EXODUS, do what you like, be the Chuck Matthews I’m sure you’re just dying to be again. The lawsuits will disappear. I will not take legal action against you for opting out of this task. However, you will not know the details of this contract until you’ve made your choice...and I assure you, you will not be nearly as valuable to me. Chuck looks from one folder to the next, his eyes hovering over the center one, contents still unknown. Michelle Collins: If I know one thing about you, Chuck, it’s that you are not a gambling man. Everything you do is calculated. It’s thought out. You never leave anything to chance. Michelle rests her finger on the center folder. Michelle Collins: This is chance. She points to the two open folders on either side. Michelle Collins: These are certainty. Now you tell me, Mr. Matthews: Which is more important to you? Being able to play your little ‘lone wolf’ game? Or knowing exactly what lies ahead before you take your leap? Chuck stares long and hard at the center folder. Michelle offers Chuck a pen, which he slowly accepts. Chuck Matthews: This job… Michelle Collins: Things are happening in EXODUS, Mr. Matthews. A storm is brewing, and I’m not entirely sure this company is adequately prepared to handle the damage it may cause. You have...the skills. Maybe more importantly, you have the experience. I need you to fix the problem...or at the very least, to keep the threat in check. I intend to use you as one last line between EXODUS and those that would wish it harm...a last full measure of defense against the growing threat. Chuck nods. Chuck Matthews: I’ll give you credit, you’ve got some balls. Can’t imagine it’s a popular decision, bringing Chuck Matthews of all people back into the fold. Chuck looks from the contract to Michelle. Chuck Matthews: If I do this...I do this on my terms. I will not answer to you. I will do this my way, and you’re going to have to trust that I know what I’m doing. Michelle Collins: I thought you might say that...and I’ll let you have your space. But don’t expect free reign here. I’m giving you a timeline. Chuck Matthews: Oh? Michelle Collins: You have six months. If this isn’t done by Autumn Effect… Michelle eyes the first folder, and all the litigations within. Chuck nods slowly, locking his eyes on the center folder once more. Slowly, he reaches forward, making his choice... And the show begins. TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
SAVANNAH TAYLOR vs. ARIES REED vs. BEOWULFDavid Zinkus: The follow contest is scheduled for one fall… 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 showing a rather mixed reaction at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing in tonight at “none of your damn business”, SAVANNAHHHHHHHH...TAAAAAAYLOOOORRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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. Dick Morosi: Our starting contest here tonight is a triple threat and we’ve got some sparks that are going to fly here tonight, as Savannah Taylor is priming herself for a possibility at an International championship opportunity and a bit of payback against the REVOLUTION after the events of two weeks ago... Seth Ericson: Yeah, Savannah basically making a note for Zinkus to tell everybody her weight is none of our damn business. She probably got fatter off all the bombons she’s been eating since she misses Chandler Scott so badly... Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) starts to play, as the arena is plunged into blackout. After a few moments, white lights starts scanning the crowd, mimicking spotlights, searching for something. Suddenly, after about half a minute, as the electronic beat starts, they all snap to a single position, as the rear of one of the lower banks of seating, where a lone man stands, black hood pulled over his head, holding a pool cue high up in the air. David Zinkus: And her opponent, from Romford, Essex, England, weighing in tonight at a two hundred and twenty-four pounds...he is a part of THE STORM...HE! IS! BEOOOOOOOWULF!!!!!! As the music continues, he drops down into the crowd, making his way through the throng of people, ignoring the slaps on the back he’s receiving as he goes, before finally reaching the barrier. Placing one chain wrapped fist on the metal barricade, he vaults it with ease, before sliding straight into the ring under the bottom rope. He quickly trots to the opposite rope, and stands up on the bottom rope, again raising the pool cue high above his head as he salutes crowd. Dropping off the ropes, he moves to the ropes adjacent to the right, and repeats the procedure again, doing it twice more until all sides of the ring have been covered. After jumping off the last set, he returns to the centre of the ring, and jerks his head back, revealing his ginger beard and mohican. He hoists the pool cue aloft one last time, before making his way to his corner, and removing his hoodie. Dick Morosi: And after the events from two weeks ago, Beowulf is looking to finish the job on the third member of this match here tonight. Seth Ericson: Things between REVOLUTION and the Storm have been getting more intense with each passing show here but you can’t forgot the Savannah Taylor factor as well. '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 goes into the beginning of "Blackened the Sun", 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. David Zinkus: And their opponent...from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at a two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is a member of the REVOLUTION…“THE BLACKEST SUN” ARIIIIIEEES...REEEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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. Dick Morosi: And Aries Reed is sauntering into this match like he owns the place, but you have to believe he’s ready to dish out some payback on Beowulf... Seth Ericson: ...after he and Abby Park took some liberties with Shozo until the rest of REVOLUTION made the save. Yup, this is going to be a crazy one, folks. The bell rings...and IMMEDIATELY both Savannah and Beowulf go after Aries Reed, wailing away at the REVOLUTION member with stiff kicks and punches respectively. Reed is quickly double-teamed as he’s irish whipped across the ropes and then met with a double set of back elbows from Taylor and Beowulf before Savannah executes with a standing moonsault to the prone Reed and Beowulf follows with a running knee to the Blackest Sun’s face. Reed rolls around in pain as he slowly slides out of the ring, leaving Taylor and Beowulf to stare each other down. Before Beowulf can react, Savannah kicks him in the stomach, sending him to the ropes. She hits the deck as Beowulf hops over and heads to the opposite side after the rebound, but Savannah leaps over as he comes back again, but Wulf manages to stop and catch Savannah on her shoulders before he grabs her arms and crosses them, dropping her with an ocean cyclone suplex. Wulf quickly drops down to hit Savannah with a headbutt before getting back up and starting to wrap her arms up before rolling her up for a cradle. He goes for the pin! ONE... TWO..... ARIES SAVES BEFORE A THREE! Aries yanks Savannah out so hard, she hits the guardrail, and Aries hops in, using the ropes to slingshot in and nail Wulf with an elbow. He smirks as he quickly starts to wrap up Beowulf in a figure four, making sure to get even more pressure on the knees to wreck him. Savannah slowly starts to crawl into the ring, and as Aries smirks, he's surprised as one of his arms is grabbed and Savannah puts Reed into a cross armbreaker! Aries is trying to escape, and has to stop focusing on the figure four to attempt to get out, and as he finally reaches for the ropes, Beowulf is able to shake him off before hitting him with a jumping legdrop! Dick Morosi: Beowulf coming strong at both Taylor and Reed here tonight! Seth Ericson: There's a lot of red on the ledger of both participants, you've gotta think that's right in Beowulf's mind. Wulf grabs Aries, and given their not-so-friendly history over the past few months, starts slamming Reed's chest with hard chops before he whips him to the ropes, but Reed reverses, and as Wulf comes back, he hits him with a back elbow. Aries drops a huge fist drop on Wulf before he gets up and points to his head like he's got a bright idea! Seth Ericson: Well that's never good... Reed gets up and starts to pull out from his crotch a black glove, the crowd jeering as they realize that it's time to see a Black Sack. Savannah starts to whip him around before she winds up on the receiving end of one before going "SORRY I AIN'T SORRY, WHITE GIRL!" before looking at the camera and going "Sup, Chandler?" before approaching Wulf with his glove and smacking him across the face to Black Sack him too! Posturing to the crowd, they begin to jeer as the whole crowd watches Reed pick up Wulf again before he looks to lock him into a rear waistlock to prepare for the Chaos Theory, but Savannah quickly grabs him and pulls him away from Wulf to cradle him! ONE! TWO! THR--WULF MAKES THE SAVE! Wulf yanks up Reed by the hair before he bounces off the ropes and leaps up at Aries...FALCON PUNCH! Beowulf starts to warm up before...GAMBLE! Savannah Taylor looks like she's starting to get ready to take control of this match, delivering a huge superkick to Reed! She's starting to size up Beowulf...SNAKE EYES! She lands on her feet after that avalanche shiranui, and she looks to go for the cover! ONE! TWO! ARIES YANKS HER AWAY FROM WULF! HE GOES FOR THE PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Blackened the Sun" starts and Aries Reed has stolen a victory! WINNER: Aries ReedDavid Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this bout... ARIES REE- David Zinkus’ mic suddenly cuts out. As he bats it in confusion, The Hanging Tree by James Newton Howard featuring Jennifer Lawrence starts to play through the PA, as Shozo Arino, Devan Whitmore and GRENDEL all enter the arena, walking slowly and methodically down to the ring. Dick Morosi: Damn, what are REVOLUTION doing coming out here? Seth Ericson: I don’t know Dick, but I’m going to guess it’s got something to do with Beowulf and his buddies giving Shozo a kicking last week. As they draw closer to the ring, Shozo and Devan sprint forward, sliding in under the bottom rope. Joining Aries, they all start stomping on the stricken Beowulf. GRENDEL eventually reaches the ring, climbs on the apron, and steps over the top rope, before joining the assault. Dick Morosi: This is savage. This is undeserved! Seth Ericson: Undeserved? After what Storm tried last week, I’d say this is their fair comeuppance. Suddenly, Shozo finds himself grabbed by the shoulder, and spun round, into a hard elbow from Savannah Taylor! Dick Morosi: Savannah trying to get herself some vengeance too, after last week’s post match attack from Shozo! Seth Ericson: She was playing possum! She almost broke up the pin, and the rest of REVOLUTION just ignored her as they went for their target. Shozo and Savannah start trading blows, moving away from the main cluster, the rest of REVOLUTION totally focussed on Beowulf. Suddenly from the back sprint Abby Park and Saikosoma, both with steel chairs in their hands! In the ring, Savannah has just hit Shozo with a choice low blow, and taking him by waistband and the scruff of his neck has thrown him out of the ring, between the top and middle ropes! As Abby and Saikosoma slide in under the bottom rope, the three remaining REVOLUTION members scatter, escaping out of the ring, GRENDEL narrowly avoiding the chair Saikosoma hurls at him as he climbs out. Aries and Devan both helping Shozo up, the foursome start to leave the arena, Shozo laughing all the time, regardless of just being thrown out the ring. Savannah is shouting at Shozo to get back in the ring with her, whilst the Storm members just stare daggers into the eyes of the smiling REVOLUTIONaries, as Beowulf slowly begins to move. Dick Morosi: Storm and Savannah Taylor saving Beowulf’s bacon there, but he looks to be in bad shape. We’re going to get the EMTs in here, and then we’ll be right back with you. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 28, 2015 10:46:51 GMT -6
EXPRO on FX #33
May 11th, 2015
RIMAC Arena, San Diego, CA RP AND SEGMENT Deadline:
Central Time Noon Sunday, May 10th, 2015 CST UTC-6 hours
Greenwich Mean May 10th, 2015 at 6:00:00 PM UTC
Eastern Time Sunday, May 10th, 2015 at 1:00:00 PM EST UTC-5 hours
Pacific Time Sunday, May 11th, 2015 at 10:00:00 AM
SEGMENT DEADLINE: 24 HOURS AFTER RP DEADLINE MAIN EVENT: THIS AIN'T NO MAKE BELIEVE!
CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion)
vs.
SALLY TALFOURD - When this match last happened, the circumstances were very different. Talfourd was "The Last Clairvoyant," a darker and shattered image of the Talfourd that had become so popular in EXODUS, while Strike was under the masked guise of WEAPON. Now almost a year after each of them returned to the company in these personas, the two are in much more familiar faces but different positions! Strike is the World Champion, angry and bitter that the fans have turned on him, while Talfourd is slowly working to regain the trust of the fans. Now in our main event, these two have their second match in a non-title affair! THE SERAPH HAS LANDED!
FIONA COLLINS
vs.
KEVIN HARDAWAY (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) - For the first time since The Autumn Effect, Fiona Collins wrestles in San Diego! The Stardust Seraph returns to her home field of the RIMAC, facing off against the man who hospitalized her new friend, Ruby Tyler! Kevin Hardaway has begun carrying violence out in the name of mara, and given Fiona's desire to bring down The Allmother, there's no better place to start than with The Family's First Son! The crowd will be in full force to cheer on the first Triple Crown Champion in EXODUS Pro history, but has she ever faced someone as unhinged and unstable as our San Diego Bay champion? CLASH OF THE TITANS!
JUSTIN BROOKS (EXODUS Pro International Champion)
vs.
ABBY PARK - The direction these two have taken over the past few weeks has been rather opposite from what other people had expected. The former World Champion has struggled, while Justin Brooks took a huge triple threat match featuring the former World Champion on our last show. Now on this upcoming episode, it's down to the Monster By the Bay and the former World Champion as they square off! Brooks has made it clear he's out to make a point and take on all comers, so will he come strong against Abby Park, who has been known to pull off an upset or two? THE SENTINEL RETURNS HOME!
SHINJI UCHIKAWA (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion)
vs.
ZACK LIFER - After a successful defense of the Pac Coast Title at KJPW's huge "KING x KING" event, Shinji Uchikawa has been given the green light to return home and finish his excursion! The first Pacific Coast Champion recently unveiled his new Tadaima submission, and he brings it back to America when he faces the returning Zack Lifer! The unstable Lifer openly harassed and bullied Shinji's friend (or is she more?) on Twitter, and it left Uchikawa furious enough to approach the new Director Michelle Collins less than an hour into her tenure so he could request this match. Now on EXPRO On FX, The Sentinel looks to take out The New Iron "Saint!" A WAR OF EVOLUTION!
CHRISTIAN KANE
vs.
SHOZO ARINO - It's a tale of two different stories for these guys. One of these men has been trending upward toward the World Title, the other has struggled to regain traction. Shozo Arino looks to try to regain some composure (and some success) when he steps into the ring with The New Hope himself, Christian Kane! Kane has made his mission clear in EXODUS: World Title or bust. Now on his road to The War Isn't Over Yet, he puts himself in the cross hairs of the leader of REVOLUTION! Can Kane best another member of the unit as he did against Aries Reed on the last show, or will Shozo take the next step in his evolution against The Handsome Drifter? A MONDAY NIGHT FIGHT!
SAVANNAH TAYLOR
vs.
ARIES REED
vs.
BEOWULF - It's been a while since we've seen Beowulf in an EXODUS ring in a wrestling capacity. In his first match back in a while, the Bar Room Brawler looks to take the fight to someone who seems to have a mutual target with him in the form of Savannah Taylor, in addition to the loud mouthed Aries Reed! All three of these stars are looking to make statements with this match, and those statements begin with a huge win on EXPRO #33! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 27, 2015 23:59:16 GMT -6
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 27, 2015 23:11:48 GMT -6
The main event concluded and the show was about to be cut short before the camera caught sight of a figure making his way down the steps from the crowd. The audience around him boo fiercely, the rest joining in once they see it’s Zack Lifer on the EXOTron, Once he approaches the barricade, he hops over it, using an arm for support. Walking towards commentary, he nods their way and grips Zinkus’ microphone, snapping it away from his grip. The crowd roars louder, watching as the returning lunatic rolls under the bottom rope and lifts the microphone to his lips.
Zack Lifer: So, I come back after my long absence, and this is the ovation I get?!
Once he shouts at the crowd, they rain down more jeers and insults, quiet and muffled in between the noise.
Zack Lifer: Ladies and gentleman, I persevered! After every obstacle they threw my way, after every unfair injustice they tried to use to silence me for good, I survived and I came back with the help of my psychologists and the law on my side, which looked after me and made sure everything came out okay!
Lifer strutted across the ring, eyes looking towards the entrance ramp, looking into everyone in those locker rooms that heard him speak.
Zack Lifer: I’m the hero of EXODUS, and yet the woman at catering wouldn’t have anything to do with me, neither would the ring crew… Not even Sven would even give me the time of day, our friendly janitor who talks to everyone! And why? It’s not fair… It’s not fair at all… Was it wrong of me to want my job back? Was it wrong to think I could have a little fun, send a few messages along the way? Was I wrong to want to do whatever it [bleep]ing took to stay employed in this company that I love - EXODUS - and do I deserve everything I got? No! No, no, no! I’m the good guy, the hero! I took on everyone who challenged me, took my punishment against Lasie in an ambulance match, and STILL, now that I’m back, I—!
His rantings and ravings are thankfully interrupted by “Rocket Dive” by hide beginning to blare over the speakers, heralding the advent of EXODUS Pro’s owner, Nicholas Gray. He steps onto the stage and just takes a moment to look at Lifer, his expression unreadable. He starts to walk down the ramp as he produces a microphone to speak into.
Nicholas Gray: Now that you’re back, you’ll continue to whine. That’s what you were gonna say, right? “Oh, I didn’t deserve to get my house burnt down!” “Oh, Ana and Gray and Heather all deserved to be hospitalized cuz they made me maaaaaaaaad!” and of course “I’m the hero, because there’s somewhere that considers all that I’ve done to be heroic, right?!” Am I getting close to the mark, Mr. Kramer?
He steps up onto the ring apron and leans onto the ropes, looking in at Lifer.
Nicholas Gray: Your delusions are really grating these days, y’know that?
Lifer quirks an eyebrow, backing up slightly, gesturing the man to make his way into the ring, a cocky smirk across his face.
Zack Lifer: Me? Delusional? You wanna actually get in the ring and talk about it, or are you just gonna hide right outta reach just like you hide behind a desk, hm?
Zack approached him, aggressive eyes before ultimately backing up once again to the far side of the ring where he couldn’t possibly try anything, again gesturing him to step inside. Gray rolls his eyes.
Nicholas Gray: Threats again? Ho-hum.
He then actually does step between the ropes to enter the ring.
Nicholas Gray: Now then, if we can get back to your delusions...
Zack Lifer: You know, it’s not delusional to think that what you guys ‘ve done to me far exceeds what I’ve done to this company, is it? Did I take away your family? Did I lock you up? Did I degrade you the entire time, laughing at your misfortune and try to take away everything you’ve ever loved? No! I didn’t do any of that shit, did I? And I’m delusional? AND I’M CRAZY? Explain that one for me, ‘Boss’. ‘Cause it’s not exactly computing for me just yet!
Nicholas Gray: You put three people in the hospital, two of whom aren’t wrestlers, and gloated about it. So yeah, basically, you got what you deserved. I mean, honestly, I’m glad your daughter’s gotten taken to some weird Mara family hideout. She’ll likely get a better raising there.
Zack Lifer: So did Gunner, and you did NOTHING to him! He did worse, and so did LEGION! And now you’re just gonna act like taking away my daughter, a human being, is just okay? Is absolutely justified? Are you a psychopath, or do you just enjoy making my life hell?
Nicholas Gray: We buried Gunner under 6 feet of *BLEEP*ing dirt, or did you miss that while trying to be the hero? And considering the first thing I saw when I woke up in that hospital bed you put me in was my wife’s face twisted in absolute fright over all that happened, YEAH! I do enjoy seeing your life go to the god damn dumps! It’s what you deserve.
Zack walked back and forth in the ring, hands on his hips and his head down, thinking to himself. He was clear across the room, a whole ring separating him and Nick without a doubt, but emotion emanated from the madman as he thought, his feelings heightened.
Zack Lifer: So, what is it you’re after, huh? An “I’m sorry” cake? A card? Maybe you’d like me to personally come to your house and allow me to show your wife just how SORRY I can really be, is that it? Is that what’ll get you off my back, you egotistical jackass?!
Gray, perhaps surprisingly given what’s just been said, laughs at this.
Nicholas Gray: You know, there was a time not too long ago that you threatening my wife would’ve made me do something stupid. Something like you’d do. But I’m finally starting to realize something, and I guess that’s why I came out here. I came out here to tell you that I don’t need a cake or a card...because I’m secure in the fact that you’re just not as scary as you think you are. You’ve attacked people, you’ve hospitalized people, you’ve brutalized others...but it’s done nothing to change the fact that you just don’t matter. That Zack Lifer means nothing, and will never be the big scary villain OR the big hero he dreams of being.
An anger raised within Lifer that we’ve seen plenty of times before. His eyes glazed over and he grit his teeth, his eyes shutting harshly. Opening them wide, he glanced Mr. Gray straight in the eye with a look that could kill, his face contorted with rage familiar to everyone watching. He steps towards him, and to his surprise, the crowd roars, the loudest reaction he’s gotten all night. Lifer pauses for a moment. Around him, the arena jeers and boos...and Lifer catches sight of Chuck, who for the first time since the beginning of the show, has gotten to his feet. Lifer watches him, not sure what to make of this sudden behavior. Chuck seems unperturbed by Lifer’s distrust, and casually hops over the barricade, staring up into the ring at Nick and Zack. He steps up onto the apron, looking at the two men standing inside. Chuck’s eyes scan both men, reading them, sizing them up, the gears in his head calculating his next move. Slowly, he steps into the ropes, holding his hands in surrender to….Zack Lifer. Cautiously, he motions for Nick to hand him the microphone, never taking his eyes off the volatile Lifer. Gray hesitates at first, knowing full well the danger of Chuck Matthews with a live mic...but eventually, he gives in.
Chuck Matthews: Zack Lifer...how’s it goin’ buddy?
Lifer narrows his eyes, staring coldly at Chuck. His eyes dart back to Nick, who has retreated to the far corner, putting as much distance as he can between himself and Zack, and making sure to keep the “Smartest Man in Wrestling” directly in between them.
Chuck Matthews: Hey. Come on. Ignore pinhead back there, look at me.
Lifer eventually tears his gaze from Gray and returns to staring holes through Chuck Matthews.
Chuck Matthews: Better. Now come on. I want you to think about this for a second. Is this really the move you want to be making right now?
Zack says nothing, just continues to stare, his fists tightening. Chuck clearly notices this, because he speaks quickly.
Chuck Matthews: I mean...come on, you got him out here, you got him to talk, you finally got to step foot back in an EXODUS ring...you really wanna throw that away by attacking a bystander? You think that’s going to help your cause?
Zack Lifer: It’ll send a message. Isn’t that the whole point?
Chuck nods slowly, mulling Lifer’s words over.
Chuck Matthews: Message, yeah...I suppose it would. But you need to think this through. You’ve sent your messages. You hospitalized people. You hurt a lot of people in this company. That’s sending a message. Time to move on to the next step, right? They’ve seen you...they know you mean business...now what?
Lifer pauses. Chuck smiles, noticing Lifer’s fists beginning to unclench.
Chuck Matthews: You did good. You did real good. But Zack, you and I both know...you’re not a thinker. I’ve told you a dozen times and I’ll stand by it: You’re a soldier. You’re a weapon. You’re not a general. You’re not a strategist.
He points from Lifer to himself.
Chuck Matthews: White knight, black king...remember that?
Zack’s fists immediately ball back up into his fists.
Zack Lifer: And you left! Right when I needed your help the most and you disappeared off the face of the earth! Not a word, not any way to ask you for help! To ask you for….guidance, for ANYTHING!
Chuck raises his hands, surrendering again.
Chuck Matthews: That’s true. That’s very true, and believe me when I say that it was not my intention. Things happen. The important thing is I’m here now. And I’m going to help you out...alright?
Zack Lifer: You’re a liar.
Chuck Matthews: And you don’t have any other choice. You don’t trust me, and let’s be honest, you’d be lucky to find a single person in this arena who does. But there’s one thing you DO know about me, and there’s one thing you know I can’t be lying about.
Zack Lifer: And that is?
Chuck Matthews: I always have a plan.
Lifer stares at him for a long time, for what seems like long minutes of nothing but dead air. He glances back at Gray, who has slowly emerged from his corner of the ring, noting the psychotic Lifer and the calculating Matthews.
Zack Lifer: You never do anything for free...what’s in this for you?
This time, it’s Chuck who takes a pause. Finally, he reaches forward, and pats Lifer’s shoulder, like an old friend.
Chuck Matthews: Don’t worry about it...just trust that I’ve got everything under control. I owe you that.
Lifer stares at the ground, looking somewhat conflicted about Chuck’s answer. Chuck takes this time to turn and leave the ring. He stops when he sees Gray, standing in his way. Chuck smiles and winks at him before patting his shoulder as well and sliding out of the ring, leaving us to fade to copyright.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 27, 2015 11:49:09 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and as our new Director Michelle Collins gets comfortable in her new office, she gets a knock on the door. It turns out her inaugural visitor is none other than the returning EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion Shinji Uchikawa! Clad in a brand new "Big In Japan" t-shirt, he comes in as he holds his title, nodding politely at Ms. Collins before bowing out of respect. Shinji Uchikawa: Hai, Collins-san! I am Uchikawa Shinji, Pacific Coast Champion! Michelle Collins: I know who you are, Shinji. You've turned a lot of heads recently with your performances, namely by winning the Pacific Coast Title and then turning around and defending it in Kingdom of Japan. The eyes of the world are on you, young man. Shinji Uchikawa: Yes! Destiny says I am...popular. She say I am...cult favorite? Michelle Collins: I'll learn about that much in due time, Shinji. Now how can I help you? I've barely started my tenure and you're here. Shinji sighs as he places the Pac Coast Title on her desk, his smile fading as he furrows his brow, looking over at Michelle while he attempts to put together his words and what he exactly wants to say. Shinji Uchikawa: While I away in Japan...someone do very bad things. Man threaten friend of mine. Man taunt and scare someone who means very much to me. I watch it unfold over Twitter, it upset me greatly. Michelle Collins: Are you sure you want to do this, Shinji? It's just words on a screen. Shinji Uchikawa: I swear on my life I would protect her...keep her safe. I do not take promise lightly, Collins-san. I need this. Please, I implore you, let me face Zack Lifer. The crowd erupts at the thought of the resident Sentinel facing the fallen hero Lifer, and everyone she seems to ponder the thought before she nods. Michelle Collins: I don't think I'm supposed to be putting Lifer in matches, but I did tell the world that I was letting all borders go. So, you know something? You got it. Two weeks from now, you and Lifer, one on one. Shinji's smile returns and he bows respectfully again, happy at the result of this conversation. Shinji Uchikawa: Thank you! I shall do my best and win with honor! More importantly? I will win, because I am Uchikawa Shinji...AND I AM THE SENTINEL! Shinji goes to walk off, grinning as Michelle smiles, pleased with one of her first declarations as Director...only for Shinji to come back and sheepishly grin, having left his title on her desk. Bowing again respectfully, he slinks off with red in his cheeks before we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Seems like Michelle Collins has started her reign as Director off with a bang. Zack Lifer and Shinji Uchikawa will be meeting in two weeks! Seth Ericson: I don't know who's crazier, Shinji Uchikawa or Zack Lifer. Dick Morosi: That's debatable, but that's not the issue at hand right now. We've had an amazing night, it's been filled with surprises and blood, but we're going to ask you to sit tight because we've got one more match, and it's a doozy. Seth Ericson: Check your junk at the door, viewers, it's time for our main event! Aries Reed is going to attempt to topple the new number one contender, CHRISTIAN KANE! Dick Morosi: These two have been trading barbs back and forth, and now it's go time. It's Reed and it's Kane...and it's NOW! MAIN EVENT
CHRISTIAN KANE vs. ARIES REED'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. Dick Morosi: Seth, Aries Reed is starting to bite off way more than he can chew. Downtalking Kane, downtalking Andreas Lasiewicz, and everyone else in this company, it seems. Seth Ericson: Well let's see if Aries can start backing up that talk when it counts! Here comes Kane! 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 New Hope and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst a thick white smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette through the smoke as David Zinkus speaks. David Zinkus: And his opponent! HE IS FROM TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA...WEIGHING IN AT 215 POUNDS....HE IS THE HANDSOME DRIFTER! HE IS THE CANADIAN SENSATION! HE IS THE NEW HOPE! HE IS CHRISTIAAAAAAAAAAAN KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE! With a determined yet upbeat look on his face Christian Kane pats his chest twice before pointing out at the crowd, signifying that they have his heart. The Handsome Drifter then begins to make his way down to the ring, again slapping as many outstretched hands as possible just as he did earlier in the night. Halfway down the ramp Kane spots a woman with a ‘WE ARE #STUDLIFE’ sign and stops by her. After a quick hug the New Hope removes the shades with #STUDLIFE written across the lenses from the top of his head and hands them to her before blowing a kiss in her direction and continuing on down the ramp. As he approaches ringside the number one contender to the World Championship begins to take longer, faster strides before breaking out into a full-on sprint and sliding into the ring. The Canadian then wastes no time in getting onto the turnbuckle, closing his eyes for a short moment and nodding to himself - soaking in the electric atmosphere of the RIMAC like never before. Kane then shows off his forearm to the crowd, or more specifically his latex ‘#STUDLIFE’ armsleeve. He runs his finger along the letters, mouthing it as the fans scream the phrase. The New Hope kisses his forearm and raises it high into the air as a sign of appreciation for the fans unbridled support. As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring before walking to his corner and preparing for the match ahead. Dick Morosi: LISTEN TO THIS! The crowd has absolutely erupted for this man, and they're getting even more behind him after his confrontation with Chris Strike earlier tonight. Seth Ericson: Well it's not hard to get behind the opponent of Aries Reed... The bell rings and Kane comes forward toward the center of the ring, while Aries takes his time and strolls out to meet him, a shit eating grin on his face. Aries offers his hand, clearly being condescending and Kane looks at him like he's ridiculous before he slaps Aries and starts hammering him into the corner, slapping him before he whips him to the opposite corner and Kane charges in with a huge clothesline that sends Aries flying! He tries to roll out of the ring to regain composure, but Kane follows him out of the ring and starts sending more fists to the face of The Blackest Sun of EXODUS! Kane tries to whip him to the rail, but Aries reverses and Kane stops his forward motion to turn around as he sees Aries charging for a clothesline, but Kane ducks and as soon as he stops Aries, he nails a huge dropkick! After kipping up to his feet, he starts riling the crowd up to get behind him as the audience roars for him, a "CHRIS-TIAN KANE!" chant starting. Kane grabs Reed and throws him back into the ring, climbing up and uses the ropes to slingshot in with an elbow before he hooks the leg to try a pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Aries gets his shoulder up and Kane goes for the headlock, but Aries starts powering his way up before pushing Kane to the ropes. He ducks as Kane hops over him, before waiting as Kane comes back on the rebound before he quickly grabs him and tries to roll him up, using a handful of tights! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Aries Reed using some ring awareness and smarts there! Seth Ericson: Even Kane's looking like he didn't see that coming! Kane gives Reed a little smirk before he offers to go for a lockup, with Reed raking the eyes and blinding Kane before nailing him with a huge right hand that sends Kane reeling. Reed quickly spins him around and wraps him in a waistlock flinging him back with a german suplex that leaves Kane rolling on the mat in pain before Aries runs to the ropes and leaps off, just lunging himself back with an elbow drop! He continues to roll around in pain as Reed starts dusting his hands off, further infuriating the EXODUS faithful. Aries smirks and lifts up Kane, pushing him back toward a corner before he charges in with a huge elbow before he steps back and starts framing Kane...and then he reaches into his tights. Dick Morosi: Oh no, not this. Seth Ericson: IS HE GONNA BLACK SACK CHRISTIAN KANE?! Aries grabs the infamous black glove out of his tights in the crotch area, and he smirks as he delicately holds it, going toward Kane, all before unleashing a huge slap to the face of Christian Kane! Kane shakes his head and tries to recover as Reed laughs at his own egotistical move, Reed placing the glove on his hand as he reaches for Kane and starts punching him in the face with the gloved hand before dropping him with a jumping neckbreaker. Aries starts attacking Kane on the mat, driving a knee into his neck and keeping him held down with a choke as the referee tries to admonish and pull him away, starting a five count. Reed moves away from Kane at four, reminding the ref it's a five count before the DQ. He quickly sits up Kane and starts hitting him with a huge series of soccer kicks to the chest before backing up and looking to charge for the last one...BUT KANE LEANS BACK AND GRABS THE ANKLE TO PICK IT FOR AN ANKLE LOCK! Kane starts wrenching before Reed quickly starts scurrying to the ropes, grabbing it and leaving Kane to break the hold. He tries to recover, but Reed gets up and nails a forearm to Kane's face, sending him down before lifting up Kane...T-BONE SUPLEX! Reed drops to a knee and starts posing before he goes over and grabs Kane again, lifting him up and putting him in a rear waistlock before running with him toward the corner, bouncing off and rolling back and thr---KANE FLIPS OFF AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! He goes for the SSK, but Reed ducks and he grabs him again...DRAGON SLEEPER! HE LOCKS IN THE DRAGON SLEEPER! HE WRAPS HIMSELF AROUND KANE AND TRIES TO BRING HIM DOWN! HE'S GOT KANE AND HE'S LOOKING FOR THE UPSET! Dick Morosi: CAN ARIES REED DO THIS?! Seth Ericson: Aries Reed is looking to start his road to tearing down every big name in this company, and it starts with Christian Kane! Kane continues to struggle, starting to fade as the crowd watches in stunned silence while he thrashes around and gets weaker. The referee starts to check before raising Kane's hand once...nothing. TWICE. Nothing. THREE TIMES AND NOTHIN---NO! CHRISTIAN KANE STILL HAS LIFE! Kane starts to pull back and begins elbowing Aries, finally prying Reed off of him. He finally gets away from Reed, and as soon as Reed comes after Kane, The New Hope grabs him and lifts him for a swinging backbreaker! Dick Morosi: DAAAAAAAAANGER ZONE! Kane starts slamming his hands on the mat, the crowd starting to go along with him as pumps his fist, starting to get himself elevated as he kips up and gets to the corner, starting to stamp his foot, looking for the SSK...as the crowd starts clapping along as he looks to go for it as Reed gets up! REED GETS TO HIS FEET AND KANE SHUFFLE STEPS FOR THE SS---REED WITH THE DUCK AND THE ROLLUP! ONE! TWO! TH--KANE ROLLS OUT AND FLIPS, MAKING A PINNING COMBINATION HIMSELF! ONE! TWO! THREE! "You Give Love a Bad Name" starts and Reed looks absolutely stunned, like he's going to cry, but Christian Kane has pulled it off! WINNER: Christian KaneDick Morosi: NOT TONIGHT, ARIES! Christian Kane has outsmarted and outlasted The Blackest Son and picked up a huge victory to gain some momentum on the road to our next iPPV! Seth Ericson: Christian Kane escaped by the skin of his teeth tonight, but can he get that lucky when he meets Chris Strike? Dick Morosi: We'll find out eventually, but for now, I've been told we're taking a quick break! When we come back, hopefully we can get to the bottom of why Chuck Matthews is here in EXODUS. As we go to commercial, we cut to Christian Kane, reveling in the love and adulation the crowd is giving him, a huge grin on his face. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 27, 2015 11:46:09 GMT -6
Again, we return to the backstage area to see the hooded Zack Lifer scurrying from door to door, darting back and forth in a zig-zag pattern. Locker rooms assorted on each side, the former ‘Savior Of EXODUS’ looked to grab someone’s attention, moving onto the next one once nobody answered his cries for attention. Did everyone leave? Were the labels all wrong? Lifer sighed uncomfortably, venturing through the scenery in search of anyone to notice his long awaited arrival. His heart pounded in his chest, running at top speeds aimlessly to try and find someone in the wide open web of hallways, unsure what or who he would even find, his hope slowly wavering. Zack Lifer: I won! I won!! Does anyone hear me? I’m the hero!! His words were to no one in particular, tone excited and powerful while he continued his traversal through the maze. Suddenly, he headed into the catering room, frantically approaching the first person he found. The woman was responsible for the fresh food and the delicious fried nourishments, Lifer's eyes growing wide at the sight. He had never been here before, had never been able to find the illusive catering room he had now set foot inside. Eyes wandered along every inch, his nose taking in the intoxicating smell that invaded his nostrils. Stepping towards the food itself, his eyes moved once again to the older woman managing the counter, ready to hand out whatever food EXODUS personnel ordered. Zack Lifer: Hey… Denise. How's it going? He read her nametag slowly, squinting his eyes some to see the small handwriting. She rolled her eyes, letting her own eyes reluctantly fall towards the man in front of her. Denise: Whaddya want, Zack? Zack Lifer: Ain’t that the million dollar question? What do I want? I want some recognition now that I’m back in EXODUS. I want someone to roll out the red carpet, someone to ask me how I managed to survive all the turmoil standing in my way. I want someone to stand up, look me straight in the eye, and finally say—! Denise: Are you gonna order anything, or not? Lifer stammered, reaching into his pocket reluctantly. He took out black wallet with a 90s chain hanging down, grabbing a couple dollars. Eyes glancing back up towards the woman, he finally answered, his words sluggish and unsure. Zack Lifer: Do you have any chocolate chip muffins? Denise nodded softly, taking his money. Denise: That’ll be two dollars, thank you. With that, a brief smile crossed ‘The New Iron Saint’s face once the prized muffin was in hand. His eyes darting towards his food, he took a big bite, muttering disgustingly with his mouth full of bread and chocolate chips. Zack Lifer: She said thank you… Glancing at the catering table, he swallowed it down, tilting his head quizzically as he wondered if the people who sat there heard him at all. A few illustrious members of the EXODUS ring crew calmly chowed down while all this went on, chatting amongst themselves. These men and women were responsible for setting up the wrestling ring itself as well as the whole set itself. Sitting down beside one of the men dressed in professional matching black polo shirts, Lifer slumped his head down before beginning to speak, eyes darting to each individual seated at the table.. Zack Lifer: Ah, the catering table. It's nice to finally be here, ain't it, guys? I mean, relaxing, back here, getting ready to do your job? Man, I know what that's like... His intention to butter up the workers wasn't very well-received. He took a bite of his muffin, not able to resist its smell for very long.. Zack Lifer: You know, I used to work here once. That is until Jon Collins and Jimmy Riley decided to destroy my life. First, they fired me. Then, they decided I was ‘too dangerous’ to raise my one and only daughter, Alanna... To make matters worse, no matter how hard I worked to get my job back and put the pieces back together, it was all for nothing... They put me in an asylum... Blackthorn Asylum… Can you guys believe that?! Two of the men looked at each other, glancing back at Lifer once more. Zack Lifer: To make matters worse, because they just couldn't let sleeping dogs lie, Riley decided it'd be a great idea to give Wulf my address... Holy hell, I'm lucky his guys didn't burn down my whole house! They were close, damn close, but luckily Saylor called 911 and we got the firemen to put it out, but... My god. You know how petty you have to be to do all that?! Take away my daughter, put me in a padded cell, nearly destroy my house just because I had a little fun on TV? Just because I put Ana Sterling in the hospital, just because I retired Adrien Cochrane?! I hacked the show once to get everyone's attention, and this is what they do?! No, no, that's— That's not fair! THAT'S NOT FAIR AT ALL! EXODUS F[bleep]ED ME OVER AND NOW I'M — Crew Worker #1: Shut up, Lifer. Lifer growled, shouting at the top of his lungs and raising a fist. He almost punched the man in the jaw, almost knocked him out cold, but he decided against it. He let his hand fall and he walked away in a huff, heading towards his locker room with muffin in hand. His eyes were bloodshot and glazed over, gritting his teeth intensely. Tossing the leftover wrapper in the garbage, he punched the wall as hard as he could, the skin on his knuckles breaking open. He shouted at the top of his lungs, running into his locker room and slamming the door harshly behind him. Inside the locker room, the camera microphone could still pick up some screaming, sounds of thumps and crashes that seemed to never end. That is, until we went back to ringside. Dick Morosi: Seth, Zack Lifer is trying to find someone happy to see him tonight, and...well, I don't think it's happening. Seth Ericson: Would you be happy to see him? Zack is a joke, Dick. Zack Lifer has crossed so many lines, nobody wants to defend him anymore. Dick Morosi: I can't argue with that...but we can debate this later! Coming up next is a non-title match featuring our World Champion! Chris Strike meets REVOLUTION's very own GRENDEL, next! NORMAL MATCH
CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. GRENDELThe lights in the arena slowly dim to a subdued level. Smoke starts erupting from the entranceway. After a few moments, drums begin to beat out an intro. Then: I AIN'T LIKE YOU On the word "you", bright lights snap up on the entranceway, as GRENDEL emerges through the cloud. He stops at the top of the ramp as he surveys the ring and the crowd before him. Darius Reed emerges behind him, yelling to the crowd to psych them up, wearing a simple black REVOLUTION t-shirt. AND I DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE
AND I DON'T NEED YOUR RESPECT,
I JUST CAN'T HATE ENOUGH,
BUT I GOT NO TEARS OR REGRETS He sets off down the ramp, ignoring the boos and jeers of the crowd, occasionally responding with a snarl, or a threatened backhand. Darius keeps two or three steps behind, raising his hands energetically, all the while roaring, trying to get the crowd hyped. I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU,
AND YOU WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH I DO,
I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU,
AND NEVER BE A PART OF YOUR SOCIETY OF LIARS AND FOOLS He approaches the ring, and climbs the apron, before stepping over the top rope, pushing it down slightly to do so. Meanwhile, Darius skirts around the ring to GRENDEL's corner, shouting in the faces of some of the front row as he goes. In the ring, he stops once more, and surveys the scene before him. I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU,
AND I WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH YOU DO,
I AM YOUR WASTED YOUTH SO,
FUCK YOU AND YOUR SOCIETY TOO 'CAUSE,
MY KIND JUST AIN'T LIKE YOU! GRENDEL stands in the centre of the ring, and slowly raises his hands out besides him, looking down at the mat. I'M A KING OF NOTHING,
'CAUSE NOTHING'S WHAT I AM AND NOWHERE'S WHERE I'LL BE,
BUT I'D RATHER BE A KING OF NOTHING THAN A SERVANT IN A SICK SOCIETY,
'CAUSE PRETTY LITTLE CHILDREN PLAYING PRETTY LITTLE GAMES IN THEIR PRETTY LITTLE WORLD IS ALL I'VE EVER SEEN
YOU'VE NEVER FELT MY PAIN,
AND I JUST GOT TO SAY TO YOUR FACE GRENDEL's head snaps up. I AIN'T LIKE YOU GRENDEL brings his hands down hard, prompting explosive pyros to trigger at the top of all four ring posts. Darius lets out an audible "Woooooo" just after the pyros, followed by a hearty chuckle. As the smoke and debris clears, GRENDEL stands, in the centre of the ring, waiting, the hate palpable as it emanates from him. The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy blares out of the PA system, green spotlights beginning to swirl all across the arena. The LCD screen zones down from the heavens onto an field filled with high grass covering it and the wind beating against it…and at its center, there is one man standing and as he opens his way and lifts his head up, lightning strikes him down!
As the lightning hits the man at the center, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, as Reika Seragaki emerges from the smoke first to heavy boos from the crowd and Chris Strike 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…Seth Ericson: This will be a very physical match up. The bell rings and the crowd comes alive. Chris Strike and GRENDEL circle strafe around each other, each testing to see who attempts a hold first. After a moment, both men stop and lock up in the middle of the ring. GRENDEL, being the stronger of the two men, easily pushes Strike to the ropes. The referee jumps in asking for a clean break. The referee counts to four, and GRENDEL breaks. Dick Morosi: Good display of sportsmanship here...strangely enough coming from GRENDEL Chris Strike, looks past the referee and hurls back and slaps the taste of GRENDEL’s mouth! Spit sprays out of GRENDEL’s mouth! He’s visibly rocked by the display of disrespect! Seth Ericson: Chris Strike has had a change in attitude over the past few weeks, so this no surprise. The referee scolds Strike and pushes him back toward the center of the ring. GRENDEL’s face darkens as he stares holes into Chris Strike. Before anyone can blink, GRENDEL beans toward Strike and delivers a vicious lariat! Chris Strike is rocked back on his feet! GRENDEL hits the ropes and lands another lariat! The sound of flesh pounding flesh echoes throughout the Orleans Arena, but Chris Strike does not fall down! Dick Morosi: What’s GRENDEL gotta do to knock Strike down? Seth Ericson: I don’t know, but I do know that veterans like Strike bump for no man! GRENDEL takes one last running head of steam toward the ropes. On the return he ducks a lariat from Chris Strike! He hits the ropes gaining momentum, and Chris Strike goes for a back elbow! GRENDEL ducks! Going at a hundred miles an hour, GRENDEL hits the ropes one last time and leaps into the air, nailing Chris Strike with the huge Lariat! Strike stumbles back into the ropes and falls out of the ring! The crowd breaks out in boos for GRENDEL Dick Morosi: What a flurry by GRENDEL here! He came to fight tonight! Seth Ericson: Yeah, but you can’t take Strike out of the equation. He’s taught half the wrestlers here everything they know! GRENDEL hits the ropes and builds up a head of steam. Before anyone can realize it, he’s diving through the ropes toward Chris Strike, who moves ducks out of the way faster than a barfly after last call! GRENDEL crashes and burns into the guardrail, his face explodes in a fountain of blood! GRENDEL is holds his busted face in his hands, the blood pouring between his fingers like sands in the hour of glass! Like the days of our lives! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL may have a broken nose! Seth Ericson: And don’t forget wounded pride, Dick! What kind of moron misses a dive like that?! Chris Strike is back leaning his body against the apron. He sarcastically gives GRENDEL a round of applause. He pulls himself up, gingerly, to his feet and even tries to get a ‘GRENDEL’ chant started. The fans in attendance boo him slightly. Dick Morosi: Sometimes it just disgusts me to see what Chris Strike has turned into. This is a man who was respected in this business; this is a man who loved our sport, and the fans of our sport loved him in return. To see what he’s become is… Seth Ericson: These things can never be explained. Chris Strike notices the referee has started his count and is already up to four. Strike rolls himself into the ring and pulls himself to the far corner. He sits in the corner and eagerly tells the ref to carry on. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!. GRENDEL pulls himself up to his knees, and using the guardrail for support, pushes himself to his feet. He stumbles forward, and then backward, and finally gains some sense of equilibrium. EIGHT! GRENDEL’s rondo of blood continues unabated, and underneath his covered hands, we hear a crack of some kind. GRENDEL pulls his hands away. Dick Morosi: I can only assume that GRENDEL, has just re-aligned his own nose! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! GRENDEL, without thought or any real understanding, dives in under the bottom rope to break the count! GRENDEL stumbles to his feet, and Chris Strike comes charging out of the corner looking for a clothesline, but GRENDEL ducks it! Chris Strike runs chest first into the turnbuckle and stumbles out! GRENDEL rolls him up! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL almost had this match won! Seth Ericson: You have to wonder, you have to wonder how much GRENDEL has left in the tank, He’s lost a lot of blood out here after that suicide dive! Dick Morosi: That’s an excellent point, Seth. I can’t imagine that GRENDEL can go much longer than this. Normally the test of endurance isn’t in Strike’s favour, but tonight is a different story. Chris Strike barely kicks out of the roll up and scrambles to his feet, where he is met with an explosive dropkick from GRENDEL! Both men crash to the mat, but both men get to their feet with speed! Chris Strike charges into GRENDEL again, but GRENDEL counters with an arm drag! GRENDEL holds onto the arm and locks in a Cross Armbreaker! Chris Strike is squirming! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL has him rocking! Chris Strike stops struggling and instead focuses his weight on rolling up GRENDEL! Before he knows it, GRENDEL has been mounted and the Cross Armbreaker is still locked in! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL had to break the hold to do it, but GRENDEL has kicked out! Both men scramble to their feet. GRENDEL can feel the momentum swinging his way. He belts Chris Strike in his chest with a horrible knife edge chop! The crowd WOOS but Chris Strike is unimpressed! Chris Strike returns the chop with a SHOTEI! A Shotei to GRENDEL! GRENDEL crashes to the mat, spread eagle! He’s out cold! Chris Strike collapses on top of him! ONE! TWO! …..KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: HOW IS GRENDEL STILL ALIVE! HE JUST KICKED OUT OF THE SHOTEI FROM CHRIS STRIKE! Chris Strike shakes his head, as if to say “you stupid kid.” He grabs GRENDEL by the neck and pulls him up to his feet along with Strike. Strike takes GRENDEL’s head and puts him in a standing head scissors. Strike motions to the crowd and they boo in response. Dick Morosi: No way! No way! He’s signaling for— Seth Ericson: He’s signaling for the Nepenthe! Strike tries to lift GRENDEL, but GRENDEL blocks it! Strike tries to lift him again, and GRENDEL blocks the second attempt! GRENDEL, somehow, someway, manages to lift Strike up and over with a back body drop! The man who takes no bumps has just landed hard on his back! The crowd comes alive as GRENDEL starts firing up. Whether from blood loss or a sudden surge of adrenaline, GRENDEL turns around to face Chris Strike, who is already to a knee! He grabs Strike by his black hair and shoves him between his legs in a powerbomb position! With no pomp and no circumstance, he hauls Strike’s ass up in the air and gets Jordan hang time with the EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT! Chris Strike’s head crashes into the mat and both men are down! Both men are down! Dick Morosi: HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT! GRENDEL JUST PLANTED CHRIS STRIKE WITH EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT! HE JUST KILLED THE EXODUS WORLD CHAMPION!! The referee starts counting the double down! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Dick Morosi: Ladies and gentlemen, neither man is moving and we may just have a double count out right here… FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!. GRENDEL stirs first as his large arms flail limp sluggish in the air. The fans are stomping their feet and cheering each man on! They have no rhythm but that doesn’t matter...their white!! EIGHT! NINE! GRENDEL somehow drapes an arm over Chris Strike! The referee drops into position for the count! ONE! TWO! .. KICKOUT!! The crowd starts to stir, the crowd more behind Strike than they are GRENDEL, but as GRENDEL gets to his feet, starting to size up Strike for the Face Full of Boot! He's waiting, Strike gets up and he charges...NARUKAMI! OUT OF NOWHERE FROM STRIKE! HE HOOKS THE LEG! ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER: Chris StrikeDick Morosi: GIVE GRENDEL CREDIT! He was amazing tonight and looked to have Strike's number, but Strike's the World Champion for a reason and he came big against the Monster tonight! Seth Ericson: He's still a lousy human being, Dick. And the world is starting to see that more and more now. Dick Morosi: Love him or hate him, he's got the gold. And while he celebrates, let's take a commercial break! We'll be back, right after this! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 27, 2015 11:43:47 GMT -6
We're backstage with Tom Matheny after commercial... Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, at EXPRO #31 Beowulf and Abby Park were joined by a third individual, apparently a third member of Storm - and tonight we saw her once again assisting them in a battle, this time against REVOLUTION. Well, the woman herself is with me right now... The camera pans round to reveal her standing near Tom, in all her feathered-and-facepainted glory. Tom Matheny: So please welcome officially at this time the third member of Storm. Her name - Saikosoma. The woman's face breaks into a slight smile. Tom Matheny: So, Saikosoma, I'm sure everyone wants to know why you joined Abby and Beowulf's crusade in Storm... He holds the mic towards her mouth. She takes a breath, pauses, then begins to talk: Saikosoma: The same old lies, Tom, the same old eyes. The same old insults, the same old jokes. Hatred repeating screaming circling birdsong leads to songbird's wings getting clipped leads to doubling down by the dawn chorus who comment on all the dramatis personae but themselves. The eyes of dead men dream new life until aether nightmares take form, corpses with the stinking grip of rigor mortis still squeezing souls, unraveling into junk. Hands bitten, notes written and white night laboratory mice become a swarm of rats upgrading their travel package from a sinking ship to one that's already sunk. New dead driftwood grows but even so - we're all the same. Old. Spokes. Tom looks entirely confused, and while he's searching for some reply, she presses on. Saikosoma: One ship sinks and like livestock we walk the plank onto the next adrift abattoir, one by one, two by two, three by three, lockstep in a war of attrition with the same unchanging values. No ones, only zeroes. But we are the flood, Tom. All of us. The only ones who are above it lie below us unmourned in unadorned coffins. And when the last ship sinks, when the EXODUS is over, there are still no ones and now no more zeroes - - only - - nothing. The woman apparently known as Saikosoma turns to Tom expectantly, but he has nothing to say to any of that, so she simply nods and takes her leave. Tom Matheny: Um... and that's why Saikosoma joined Storm, I guess? Seth Ericson: Like I said before, Dick. Hardaway talking about his title wasn't even the craziest thing we heard tonight! Dick Morosi: All right, all right. But after what Kevin Hardaway did to Ruby Tyler, I sincerely hope that Sally Talfourd can pull a few tricks out of her hat to keep herself from meeting the same fate! NORMAL MATCH
SALLY TALFOURD vs. KEVIN HARDAWAY (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion)A silence comes over the crowd as the lights fade down and everyone finds themselves in darkness. After a moment of nothing, there's the crackling of an old recording, and then a voice: "Ladies and Gentlemen!" "Your act at this time!" The LCD screens around the stage begin to flick to life with an old reel of film showing various clips of magicians performing, shots of crowds smiling and laughing, point and wondering. All, of course, in silence. "Sights of wonder and amazement!" "A spectacle that will confound and amuse your mind!" The LCD screens continue to flicker with the images of an era bygone. The final clip comes to focus on a figure standing alone on a stage, the back to the screen, obscured by the shadows. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" "The Last Magician!" There's a pause, and then the beginning of ‘Troublemaker’ by Troublemaker comes across the PA, the whistling cutting through the silence. The crowd reaction is mixed, with cheers and boos coming from different parts of the arena. The screens up the stage area still show the silhouette of a lone person standing in the shadows. Then, mirroring that shot, purple lights slowly fades in at the top of the ramp, and we find 'The Last Magician' Sally Talfourd with her back to the arena. The crowd gets louder with their reception and then, as the music kicks in Sally turns to face the crowd, her arms outstretched and her head bowed to everyone. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring for her match, 'The Last Magician' .......... Sally Talfourd! Sally lowers her arms, raises her head, and makes her way down the ramp. Certain sections of the crowd have continued their boos, while a number of fans have rushed to the railings to try and slap hands with Sally. She, however, makes a direct line to the ring, pulling herself up to apron, she looks around to the fans before she steps in, coming through the ropes loosening her wrists. Sally laps the ring as the arena returns to normal, then takes up position across the ring, stretching her legs on the ropes and readying herself for the ring. The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Devil's Night" by Motionless in White flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entryway. The crowd turns sour at the very sight of him. Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring, holding the EXODUS San Diego Bay Championship in one hand, almost dragging it down to the ring with him. A few hands get kicked away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a decision match for the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Championship. Introducing first, already in the ring, fighting out of Baltimore, Maryland, USA, and weighing in at 234 pounds...he is the Exodus Pro San Diego Bay Champion..KEVIN... HARDAWAAAYYYY! Kevin barely acknowledges the announcement, as he unzips his hoodie, and tosses it over the ropes as he holds the Exodus Pro San Diego Bay title in his hand before handing it to the referee. The bell sounds they move to the center of the ring circling around one another, slowly locking up into a collar and elbow tie up. Hardaway takes Sally’s arm around into a wristlock twisting her arm around. Sally rolls forward bouncing back up taking Hardaway arm into a wristlock twisting his arm around. Hardaway turns moving around reversing the hold taking Sally round into a headlock. Sally sends Hardaway off into the ropes he runs off the ropes running back at Sally taking her down with a shoulder block. Hardaway goes back into the ropes running over Sally running back into the ropes. Hardaway runs at Sally she leapfrogs over him. Hardaway turns taking Sally over with a arm drag. They both bounce back up Hardaway takes Sally back over with another arm drag. Dick Morosi: This is something that Hardaway is going to have to be careful about. Sally is MUCH faster than you think she is. I’d argue she’s the quickest in the company. He got her this time, but that type of quickness can wear you out quick. Seth Ericson: And Sally has stamina for days… Dick Morosi: Really, Seth. Can you tone down the creepy old man bit? Seth Ericson: What? I was just saying… Dick Morosi: Uh huh. They return to their feet standing back off as the fans show their respect. Hardaway moves toward Sally kicking her in the stomach. He pulls her around slamming her head into the top turnbuckle. Hardaway pulls Sally round sending her across the ring into the opposite corner. Hardaway runs in at her, Sally dodges out of the way Hardaway slams into the corner. Sally nails Hardaway in the back of his head with a stiff kick. She steps back running at Hardaway in the corner nailing him with a big boot to the face. She pushes him out of the corner down onto the mat. Dick Morosi: That quickness showing again with the Last Magician. Every time Hardaway goes for a big move, she quickly stops him in his tracks. Dick Morosi: It’s not just quickness either, it’s timing. To have both makes you dangerous. And make no mistake about it, Sally Talfourd is dangerous. Sally goes out to the ring apron making her way up to the top rope. Sally leaps off landing down onto Hardaway with a diving moonsault. Sally rises up grabbing at her stomach from the impact. She grabs Hardaway nailing him with a stiff European uppercut, which stuns him. She steps back running back off the ropes. Sally runs at Hardaway he catches her up into his arms throwing her with a overhead belly to belly suplex. Hardaway kicks Sally doubling her over. He grabs her into a front facelock lifting her up and down with a snap suplex. Hardaway floats over covering her. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: And just like that, quickness met power and was thrown across the ring. Dick Morosi: That will be the key for Hardaway. He’s not enormous, but he has a definite size advantage. Hit your big moves and pick up the win. Minimize the damage. Hardaway pulls Sally up nailing her with a hard punch, which staggers her back into the ropes. Hardaway steps back runs at Sally she leans over flipping him out onto the ring apron. Hardaway holds the ropes. Sally jumps up nailing him with an enzguri kick, Hardaway holds on though. Sally goes to grab Hardaway he blocks her. Hardaway punches Sally with a hard punch which staggers her. He steps back into the ring. Hardaway runs at Sally for a clothesline she ducks under the clothesline attempt. Hardaway turns, Sally takes him over with a hurricanrana. They both return to their feet. Sally runs at Hardaway nailing him with a leg lariat. Dick Morosi: Sally with the big leg lariat! Hardaway looks out! Seth Ericson: His head just bounced off of the mat. Dick Morosi: Concussion City, bitch. Sally goes into the corner making her way up the ropes. She leaps off landing down onto Hardaway with a split legged moonsault. She rises up moving out to the ring apron. Sally makes her way up to the top rope. She leaps off landing down onto Hardaway with a Diving Moonsault. She turns covering him. ONE.. TWO.. .. KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Hardaway kicked out! Seth Ericson: How?! Dick Morosi: Pure heart and drive. Look at Sally, she’s just as amazed! And she should be! Sally looks up in shock, the referee holds up two fingers. They return to their feet. Sally runs back off the ropes running at the kneeling Hardaway. He comes up nailing her with a uppercut punch which staggers her. Hardaway runs at Sally taking her down with a Lou Thez press, Sally pushes him off quickly. Hardaway turns as Sally returns to her feet nailing her with running boot, which flips her up and over onto the mat. Dick Morosi: WHAT A KICK!!!! Hardaway pushes her over covering her. ONE.. TWO.. .. KICKOUT!! Seth Ericson: Dick, at this point in time, both of them are hitting big moves. What will it take to win this match? Dick Morosi: Both of them are tossing out their bombs…eventually, one is going to hit just right and just hard enough to incapacitate them for just long enough. Personally, I hope it doesn’t happen just yet, this match has been excellent. This is how you end up in the main event here in Exodus! Hardaway pulls Sally to her feet. Hardaway goes to kick her, she blocks it. Sally comes at Hardaway hitting him with hard forearm strikes. Sally pulls Hardaway around sending him off into the ropes. He runs off the ropes, Sally goes for a spinning heel kick, Hardaway dodges out of the way. Sally turns only to duck a lariat from Hardaway but as Hardaway turns, he gets nailed in the stomach with a heel kick as Sally backs up and grabs Hardaway around the neck… SNAKE EYES! ONE.. TWO.. THREE! WINNER: Sally TalfourdDick Morosi: Sally Talfourd with a huge victory tonight! It’s poetic justice for the good guys after what Hardaway did to Ruby Tyler earlier in the night. Seth Ericson: Yeah, well...that doesn’t mean it’s an actual victory. Moral victories, as we’ve seen, don’t do much in EXODUS Pro. As Seth and Dick banter, David Zinkus have quietly goes into the ring and takes his microphone as he looks positively beaming to make this announcement. David Zinkus: Folks, may I introduce to you at this time, the NEW director of EXODUS Pro! The crowd starts to die down, a quiet buzz popping about as everyone seems to turn their focus to the entrance, lights starting to dim and a spotlight focused on the stage before… “Of the Night” by Bastille starts playing as a beautiful middle-aged brunette makes her way down the ramp, smiling and waving to the perplexed crowd. She climbs the stairs and steps gracefully into the ring, brushing a bit of dust off her impeccable white blazer before taking a microphone in hand. Michelle Collins: Thank you, Mr. Zinkus. I understand now what a thrill it is to come down that ramp and to greet such a lovely crowd! Allow me to introduce myself. I am Doctor Michelle Collins, and I am very excited to take my place here as the Director of EXODUS Pro Wrestling! The crowd cheers, though a small but loud booing also echoes throughout the RIMAC. Michelle Collins: Now I realize that to some of you, my last name evokes a certain set of… expectations, shall we say. But I am not here to fight Jonathan or Mara’s wars. I have never been and will never be an active professional wrestler, so my interest lies purely in EXODUS as a company. My job here is to run this company as efficiently and effectively as possible and to continue promoting the EXODUS brand as the place to get the best wrestling in the business. She pauses, allowing this to sink in with the crowd, the staff, and the talent backstage before continuing. Michelle Collins: First things first. As I said, I have no interest in the alliances and feuds that have occurred in the past, whether they be within the roster or between members of the roster and the staff. EXODUS has a new director, and thus I want to have the opportunity to know you all without bias. Therefore, effective as of our next show, you may all consider your slates wiped clean with me. The crowd cheers, but Michelle raises a hand, waiting for them to quiet down before she speaks again. Michelle Collins: This does not, however, give anyone carte blanche to act as they like without regard for consequences. Any behavior that may result in fines, lawsuits, or criminal charges being filed will be treated with the utmost importance and I will not hesitate to act in the best interest of this company and the currently signed talent. So in case this wasn’t clear enough: Aries Reed, do not get us fined. I assure you, you will not like the outcome. This draws some laughs, but it is clear from the expression on her face that Michelle Collins is absolutely serious in her words. Michelle Collins: I assure you though, I look forward to enjoying a positive and productive working relationship with each and every member of the active roster, both main and developmental. To our next order of business - and a second exciting announcement for tonight - I am proud to let you all know that EXODUS Kingdom 2 will take place right here in the RIMAC Arena on July thirteenth, with the stars of KJPW coming to San Diego to meet with some of the best and brightest in EXODUS and (R)Evolution Wrestling! The first star of KJPW to confirm his presence on the show is none other than the legendary Unified Double Titles Champion Kazuma Fujita, and I’m looking forward to announcing more names and matches as they are confirmed! The crowd begins to cheer at the news, and Michelle smiles brightly. Michelle Collins: Thank you all for such a wonderful welcome! This is an exciting new chapter in EXODUS Pro Wrestling, and my greatest wish is that each and every one of you will help me to turn this new chapter of my career into the greatest one yet. As “Of the Night” by Bastille begins to play again, Michelle hands her microphone off to one of the crew members and nods to David Zinkus as he holds the ropes open for her, allowing her to make her way out of the ring and back up the ramp to her new office, and we go to commercial. |
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