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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 27, 2015 11:39:38 GMT -6
We immediately cut to The Family's First Son, Kevin Hardaway...the San Diego Bay Pro Championship title belt around his neck as he gives off an evil smirk...one that the devil himself would be impressed with. Kevin Hardaway: The gods...they look up to me. They finally see the light. *I* finally see the light that I've been looking for ever since I came back to EXODUS. Blessed be the damned. Blessed be my love. Ever since Mother came up to me and told me that everything was going to be okay...ever since I won this very title, things have finally been put into balance and put into place. The reckoning of a million dawns has finally arrived. And I am the one that will give it the meaning it so very well deserves. Because of this... ...THIS title... He slaps it with vigor and takes it off from around his neck and holds it front of the camera, blocking his view from even seeing him. Kevin Hardaway: ...ever since I won this. This is my life force. This was the plan all along, EXODUS. Why I'm here. Why mara decided to bring the First Son into her blessed Family. It's why all things have a meaning in this wonderful planet we call Earth. Even if half of this planet is burning to the ground as we speak because nobody can understand the difference between wrong or right. A voice crying for help can spark the masses for either a righteous cause...or an actual cry for help. This...THIS TITLE, is my righteous cause. Because ever since I brought down EXODUS's Golden Boy, *I* have been the one to FINALLY bring this title to the level to where it truly belongs. And where has he been ever since I won this title? Not a sight to even be seen. THIS... This is my baby. The very being of my existence. And there's going to be no one that will take it away from me. Because whoever does, risks the ability to turn this entire universe into the actual cesspool it's becoming. What we're doing...is saving it. I won't let you take away my life for a 15 pound piece of gold on a leather strap. I just won't. He finally drops the title and it focuses back on Hardaway... Kevin Hardaway: I promise...Seth Ericson: The First Son of the Family's put the weight of the world on his shoulders along with that belt, but if there's any man for the job, it's Kevin Hardaway. Dick Morosi: Yeah, but... I don't know, it sounds like he's been drinking too much of mara's Kool-Aid. Seth Ericson: Oh come on, this is not the craziest thing we've ever heard here. But here comes mara against Ruby Tyler, so we'll see what the Allmother's got in store for us tonight. NORMAL MATCH
RUBY TYLER vs. maraThe lights in the arena black out as a flashing image comes onto the EXOScreen... David Zinkus: Introducing first… she is the Allmother… the entity known as… mara! As soon as the pulse of electronic drums kick in, the crowd notices a woman standing at the entrance way wearing a kabuki mask and a long black and blue robe. Slowly making her way down the aisle as "Reach for the Dead" by Boards of Canada continues to play, the crowd continues to stir and make a reaction as the woman walks toward the ring. The woman hops up onto the apron and grabs the ropes as she places her back against them before flipping in and landing on her feet, removing her kabuki mask and ripping it off, instantly spitting out black mist. When the crowd realizes this is none other than the entity known as "mara", the reaction becomes more negative as she looks out at the crowd for a moment without a sign of emotion on her face, before standing up and going to her respective corner to remove her robe and prepare for her match. David Zinkus: And the challenger… from Barstow, California, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds… she is The Huntress… RUBY TYLER! 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. Dick Morosi: Here we go folks, the entity known as mara against the woman who claims her mission here is to eradicate the evil in EXODUS. Seth Ericson: Ruby’s trying, but I think the Huntress needs to take a look at her record against the Allmother and find a less challenging target. DING-DING! As soon as the bell rings, the two women clash violently, with mara delivering a hard elbow into Ruby’s midsection. Winded, Ruby stumbles back, but mara grabs her and pulls her into an arm drag, followed by an armbar! Though hampered by mara, Ruby manages to scramble for the side of the ring and grabs the bottom rope to break the hold! Seth Ericson: What’d I tell you? Tyler’s good, but she’s just no match for mara! Dick Morosi: There’s still a lot of match to go, Seth! Don’t count Ruby Tyler out until the ref does! Pulling herself up on the ropes, Ruby turns around just in time to get hit with a flying forearm! mara drags her stunned opponent forward and spins her, throwing her back toward the ropes, but Ruby uses the momentum to bounce off the ropes and pull mara into a dragon whip! Knocking the Allmother to the mat, Ruby goes for the cover! ONE! TW - KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Smart move by Ruby Tyler, stunning the Allmother for a few precious seconds! Seth Ericson: Yeah, but she’s going to have to act fast - we’ve seen how easily mara can take control back in a match! This may just be a way to lure Tyler into a false sense of security! The two women are back on their feet and lock up once more, exchanging vicious strikes and headbutts to one another! The referee attempts to break them up, but Ruby and mara both ignore him as they both look to gain the upper hand in this match! mara grabs Ruby around her shoulders and drives her down into her knee, but Ruby refuses to let go of the Allmother, leaving the two grappling in the center of the mat! Dick Morosi: This is absolutely brutal! Seth Ericson: I’m pretty sure these two have forgotten about everything else other than trying to beat the pulp out of one another! mara pulls herself free of Ruby, but the Huntress isn’t far behind! Wrapping her arm around the Allmother’s neck, Ruby slams her into the mat with a vicious Russian leg sweep! Tyler wastes no time, kicking mara in the side before delivering an elbow drop to mara’s chest! The Allmother pushes herself up, but Ruby drops to the mat and rolls her over into a sleeper hold! Dick Morosi: It’s the Dammit Craven! Ruby Tyler has the Allmother all wrapped up! Seth Ericson: Yes, but Tyler has to get mara to tap in order to win right here and if that doesn’t happen, then I don’t want to be Ruby Tyler! Ruby leans back to apply more pressure to the sleeper hold and mara raises a hand! Dick Morosi: Is this it? Is mara going to tap out? Seth Ericson: No way! She’s trying to make her way to the rope! All of a sudden, the lights in the arena go out and a flashing image comes up on the ExoScreen… Dick Morosi: What the…? Seth Ericson: It’s Kevin Hardaway! The First Son of the Family jumps over the guardrail and makes his way into the ring, knocking Ruby off mara! While mara heads to the corner to recover, Kevin Hardaway picks up Ruby Tyler and with her facing him, pulls her arms behind her and lifts her into the air. Dick Morosi: This doesn’t look good for Ruby… Seth Ericson: That’s an understatement! She’s trying to fight the hold, but Hardaway’s got her locked in! With a proud smile on his face, Kevin Hardaway drops Ruby on her head with the Williams Driver! The Huntress struggles to lift herself up, but Hardaway simply picks her up into the Williams Driver again, landing her on her head once more! With the Huntress finally out for the count, Hardaway drags her over to the Allmother, presenting the body of Ruby Tyler to mara as tribute. mara looks thrilled with her First Son and crawls over to Ruby, cradling her upper body and rocking her like a child. The Allmother tilts her head back and cackles, digging her nails into Ruby’s arms. The medical team forces mara to let go of Ruby, allowing the Allmother and her First Son to disappear from the ring while they tend to Ruby’s injuries. The Huntress, still dazed, is loaded onto a stretcher and carried out of the ring. Seth Ericson: Well, I guess we should give a shout-out to our EMTs, who are working overtime this show. Dick Morosi: Hopefully this is the last we’ll have to see of them tonight… Seth Ericson: I hope you’re right, Dick. These guys have already earned their paychecks for the evening. WINNER (via DQ): Ruby TylerDick Morosi: Seth...that was disturbing. Seth Ericson: Kevin Hardaway slaughtered Ruby Tyler here tonight, all for mara...and it's not often we see someone stretchered out here in EXODUS, but we're seeing it tonight. Dick Morosi: Folks, we've got to take a break. We'll be rig-- Dick pauses as the camera pans over the front row of EXODUS fans, then snaps back to one familiar individual, sitting front row. Chuck Matthews sits, his feet propped up on the barricade in front of him, a bucket of popcorn in his lap. He casually offers it to the young man to his left, who seems appalled at his very presence at the show. Chuck shrugs, and leans back in his seat. Dick Morosi: Is that...? Seth Ericson: I thought he was permanently banned? Who let him in? Dick grabs a microphone and stands up from his seat, clearly ready to take matters into his own hands. The crowd cheers as he rises, showing their love for their adored voice of EXODUS. Chuck smiles to himself as he sees Dick approach. As the fans see who Dick's attention is focused on, their cheers turn to tumultuous boos. Chuck sees unphased by this adverse reaction, and instead takes the moment to take a long drink from a rather large soda cup. Dick Morosi: Chuck Matthews. Chuck Matthews: Me. Dick opens his mouth to say something, but Chuck whips a slip of paper from the interior pocket of his jacket. Chuck Matthews: Relax, Willy Wonka. Got me a golden ticket. Dick ignores him. Dick Morosi: The last time anyone saw you, you were trying to corrupt this entire company from the inside out, and only by the power of Jon Collins and Darrin Stearns were we able to send you packing. Chuck Matthews: And? Dick Morosi: And now, nearly five months to the day, and you just show up, without warning, after nobody's seen or heard a word from you in months, here at an EXODUS show, sitting front row? Chuck Matthews: You're right, that's quite the coincidence isn't it? Dick Morosi: You don't believe in coincidence. Chuck Matthews: You DID learn something! I'm so proud of you. Dick Morosi angrily swats Chuck's feet off the barricade. Chuck slowly stands, and Dick instinctively takes a step back. Dick Morosi: So what's your game this time, Matthews? More deceit? Bribery? Blackmail? Chuck stares at Dick, frowning slightly. Finally, his face cracks into a huge smile, and he shakes his head. Chuck Matthews: Well that's just the thing Dick....this time around, I can honestly say...there's no con here. And I'm not up to anything. Chuck jovially pats Dick on the back before resuming his his seat, propping his feet back up on the barricade. Dick narrows his eyes suspiciously at Chuck, his doubt and disdain etched into his face. Slowly, he turns, but Chuck stops him, adding almost as an afterthought. Chuck Matthews: Oh! But I would keep an eye out for the dancing bear. Dick spins on his heel. Dick Morosi: THERE IT IS! There's that annoying Chuck Matthews riddle-speak! Don't you start playing your games with me, you tell me what that means, Matthews! What are you planning? What have you done? As Dick grills Chuck for answers, Chuck glances at his watch, ignoring everything else Dick has to say. Chuck Matthews: Say, I think it's time for a commercial. Dick Morosi: Oh you motherf- The show cuts to a break. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 27, 2015 11:35:59 GMT -6
Tom Matheny: Can’t lie, Justin...seeing that International Championship around your waist is a sight to behold. Once again, I want to say congratulations on winning the title at Repetition of Hatred from Christian Kane. It well deserved. With a smile on his face and the EXODUS exclusive “Monster of the Bay” t-shirt on, Justin only nodded his head as he looked over at the International Championship title sit on his right shoulder. Justin Brooks: Tom, thank you. Tom Matheny: We just watched you go to war against Devan Whitmore and the former World Champion Abby Park, how are you feeling? Justin Brooks: I feel good, better than good. Despite everything that was said...those two are fierce competitors and deserve any recognition that they have coming there way but this was just first step of many to raise the prestige of the International Championship. Tom Matheny: Raising the prestige? Justin Brooks: Yeah, raising the prestige of a title that has names like Fiona Collins...Johnny Cannon to its credit. Somewhere along the line, it’s lost its luster...lost that shine...the International Title used to mean something and it’s about time that meant something again and wipe the tarnish. Something that Exodus can be proud of again...not wanting to take anything from Kane or even Lexy Chapel for that matter, but when it comes to Justin Brooks, I’m all about raising the bar. Tom Matheny: Well, that sounds like a amazing plan...it’s going to be an exciting time to see you as the International Champion, any idea of who your V1 defense will be against? Justin Brooks: Honestly, Tom, I don’t have the slightest idea but whoever it is, I welcome the challenge. Savannah Taylor: Well I wouldn’t be so sure that you’re going to be so welcoming… Justin turns around to see the former San Diego Bay Champion, Savannah Taylor, step into frame behind him, crossing her arms over her chest. Tom Matheny: Savannah Taylor? Savannah Taylor: The one and only Tom, but right now I’m talking to our new International Champion here. You want to elevate the International Championship, huh? Well let me tell you, Justin...that’s a tall task and that’s coming from a former Champion that turned the San Diego Title from its humble beginnings to one of the premier championships in Exodus that damn near overshadows the title that you currently hold. But if you’re looking for a challenge, well, I’ll be your Huckleberry. Justin can only smile and nod his head slowly as Savannah raises a perfectly good point. Justin Brooks: Oh no doubt, Savannah that you are everything that you advertised but let’s understand something, I had to work just to get here while the only reason why you got the San Diego Bay Title was because of Cleon Gray, so please let’s dial back the attitude a little bit. But if you want to step up to the plate, Savannah, well who the hell am I to stop you? Savannah Taylor: Definitely not you, Justin. There’s a spot of tension in the air as Tom stands between the two in the background, holding a microphone between them. Justin closes the gap between the two of them and stares down the smaller Taylor. Justin Brooks: Oh no worries, I’m not going to stop you...I welcome you to try because this ain’t the San Diego Bay Title and I’m not Chandler Scott. You want to step to the Monster of the Bay, then don’t be too surprised when you’re beaten by him too. I’ll see you soon, Savannah, I’ll see you real soon. Justin turns and walks off leaving Savannah to stare him down as a smile spreads over her lips. Savannah Taylor: Oh yes you will. Dick Morosi: Strong words there from Savannah Taylor! Seth Ericson: Strong words from a former champion with the talent to back them up! I look forward to seeing what those two can do, but first Savannah Taylor has to face tonight's challenge - a matchup against the leader of the REVOLUTION, Shozo Arino! NORMAL MATCH
SAVANNAH TAYLOR vs. SHOZO ARINODavid Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... The 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. Dick Morosi: Shozo and his REVOLUTION has faltered a bit as of late, Seth, and he’s looking on getting it back on track tonight with a big win over Savannah Taylor. Seth Ericson: And after his stable mate GRENDEL pulled it off recently, you know Shozo has got to be chomping at the bit to prove he isn’t second best. David Zinkus: And his opponent... The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries a solid black leather riding crop. She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out. David Zinkus: Fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada, USA, and tipping the scales at 115lbs... SAVANNAH... TAYLOOOOORRRRR! Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor, after taking knocks against both GRENDEL and Kevin Hardaway, needs a win tonight too, Seth. Seth Ericson: Savannah’s been on a one woman crusade to make Kevin Hardaway pay for what he did to Chandler Scott, and the second wave of that assault begins tonight, as she hopes to build some momentum with a victory over the self proclaimed Leader of the REVOLUTION. Chris Dawson quickly checks both competitors are ready, but whilst he’s checking with Savannah, Shozo charges in, taking her down with a Shoulder Block, as Dawson quickly calls for the bell. Dick Morosi: Shozo pushing the limits of the rules there to gain an early advantage. Seth Ericson: That’s what the REVOLUTION’s about Dick, pushing boundaries, forcing change. Taking a handful of hair, Shozo pulls her back up, only to knock her back to her knees with a Back Elbow to the throat. Dawson warns him about the throat strike, but Shozo merely waves him off, taking a handful of Savannah’s blonde locks again and dragging her upright, and sending her running into the ropes. As she comes back, she ducks the Running Clothesline Shozo attempts, spinning on the ball of her foot to face him, as he comes back off the ropes himself, only to be greeted by a Hesitation Dropkick to the chest, sending him staggering backwards, and out of the ring. Dick Morosi: Excellent ring presence from Savannah there, quickly turning the tide back in her favour. As Shozo gets to his feet outside, Savannah runs into the ropes, before coming back, and launching herself over the top in a massive Somersault Plancha, crashing into the rising Arino and forcing him into the barrier. Seth Ericson: Big, high risk move there, so early in the match. Savannah is pulling out all the stops here. Both competitors are laid out on the outside, both feeling the after effects of that impact. Seeing no movement, Chris Dawson starts the count. ONE TWO Savannah, shaking the cobwebs loose, starts to move, rolling over onto her front. THREE FOUR Slowly, she gets to her knees, as Shozo, holding his back, starts to get upright. FIVE Groggily, Savannah pulls herself up using the ring steps, and drags herself onto the apron. SIX She rolls in under the bottom rope, as Shozo finally gets upright. SEVEN Rather than sliding straight in, Shozo beats a quick retreat, trying to put some distance between them. EIGHT NINE Shozo finally slides back into the ring. Savannah, however, is back on her feet, and charges straight in, connecting with a stiff kick to Shozo’s chest as he stands, following up quickly with an Arm Wrench. Applying more torque, she double Shozo over, only to be taken by surprise as he stamps on her foot, using the moment of opportunity to reverse the move, and lock in an Arm Wrench of his own. He quickly jerks the arm in its socket, eliciting a scream of pain from Savannah. Dick Morosi: And the match is back in Shozo’s hands again. Rapid back and forth, neither party able to stay on top for long. Twisting the arm, Shozo applies more pressure. Suddenly, Savannah rolls forward, releasing the pressure, and follows straight through into a Japanese Armdrag, sending Shozo flying across the ring. She goes to follow up with a stomp, but he catches the boot, and twists, taking Savannah down to the mat with a modified Dragon Screw. He quickly gets up, and looks to take advantage, but she catches him with a Drop Toehold, send him crashing down. Seth Ericson: Neither can take control here! No-one is giving an inch. Savannah quickly gets to her feet, taking a moment to assess the situation as Shozo begins to rise. She lets him get upright, before spinning, and feinting a Spinning Kick, and as Shozo guards his midsection changing it up and connecting with the Desert Rose! Dick Morosi: Desert Rose! Massive Spinning Backfist, and Arino just caught all of it! Shozo is sent reeling, staggering to his knees, and falling out of the ring between the bottom and middle ropes. He’s clutching at his nose, and slowly brings his hand away, checking for blood, as he gets his other hand on the apron to steady himself. Savannah merely backs away, using the time to gather herself. Satisfied he’s fine, Shozo jumps up onto the ring apron, leading to Taylor charging him. He quickly dodges to the side, bringing up a knee to her midsection, which she catches all of, staggering back and doubling up, as Shozo quickly climbs to the top rope, before diving off and connecting with a massive Missile Dropkick, knocking Savannah down and rolling, this time sending her rolling out of the ring. Seth Ericson: In, out, back, forth, I can barely keep track. Savannah, shaking her head, looks up just in case to get both of Shozo’s feet to her face, as he connects with a Baseball Slide, knocking her firmly down. He stands, raising his hands aloft as the crowd boos him, content for the time being for Chris Dawson to begin the countout. ONE TWO THREE Savannah starts to get back to her feet. Shozo takes up position on the opposite ring ropes, leaning back and catching his breath. FOUR FIVE She slowly gets a knee onto the ring apron. SIX She pulls her other foot up, and using the ropes stands. Unfortunately for her, Shozo is there to greet her. He hooks her up, and lifts her over the ropes, going for a Suplex. Unfortunately for him, she’s ready, and the move’s peak slips free, spinning out and landing on her feet, locking in a waist lock as she lands. She goes for a German Suplex, but Shozo himself is prepared, flipping out of it as she releases, and landing on his feet. As she gets up, she’s surprised by the sight of Arino on his feet, and charges, but he dodges, shoving her into the ropes as she passes to add to her momentum, and as she ricochets back connects with Crash Love, driving her into the mat. Seth Ericson: Crash Love! Massive Spinning Sitout Sleeper Slam, driving Taylor hard into the mat. Shozo goes for the pin! ONE TWO Kickout! Shozo is clearly frustrated, arguing the count with Dawson. Angry, he picks Savannah up, and hooking her arms, delivers the Concussion! Dick Morosi: THE CONCUSSION! Those hard Trapping Headbutts, Shozo driving his skulls into Savannah’s again and again. Finishing with a big headbutt that drives Savannah to her knees, Shozo draws his thumb across his throat, signalling for the end. Backing into the ropes, he charges forward, going for the Evolving Times, but Savannah rolls backwards, as Shozo hits nothing but air. Quickly on her feet, Savannah turns, going for a Standing Moonsault, but Shozo is up just as quick, and as she leaves the mat he does the same, connecting with a Dropkick to her back as she goes over, taking her completely by surprise and causing her to land awkwardly on her shoulder. Seth Ericson: Ruthless aggression from Shozo Arino there, intercepting Savannah Taylor in the air there. As she starts to get up, he goes for the Evolving Times once more, but she dodges it again, and Shozo goes sliding out of the ring to the outside. Dick Morosi: That’s twice now Shozo has attempted the Evolving Times, and twice Savannah has dodged it. She’s really pushing that Vegas luck tonight. Frustrated, and angry, Shozo charges back into the ring, only to be met by The Gamble as he starts to get to his feet. Savannah covers! Dick Morosi: Savannah with that big Corkscrew Neckbreaker, I think she may have it. ONE TWO Kickout! Shozo gets the shoulder up! Savannah wastes no time though, getting Shozo up, and taking him straight down with the Siren’s Song! She covers. Seth Ericson: The Gamble wasn’t enough, but that Scissored DDT should get the job done. ONE TWO THREE! Shozo kicks out, but a half second too late! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by way of pinfall... SAVANNAH TAYLOR! Dick Morosi: It was a hard battle, evenly fought, but Savannah just edged it in the end. Seth Ericson: I don’t think Shozo’s going to be too happy. Dick Morosi: He doesn’t have to be, the result is what it is. Savannah has gone to the ropes, and with her hands aloft poses for the crowd as they cheer. Shozo, meanwhile, is slamming his fist into the ring mat, angered and in a state of disbelief. Seth Ericson: I told you Shozo wouldn’t be happy. As Shozo stands, Chris Dawson approaches him to try and calm him down, but Shozo just shoves him out of the way, and charges the unsuspecting Taylor connecting with an Elbow to the back of her head, as the cheers of the crowd morph seamlessly into boos. She turns, but is unable to defend herself from his crazed assault, a flurry of elbows and kicks sending her crashing to the ground. Even then, his assault doesn’t stop, as he rages through with stomps and soccer kicks to her beaten body. Dick Morosi: This is... this is sick. Shozo can’t take he lost, even though that was such a close fought match. Seth Ericson: Shozo’s always been one step away from finally cracking, and I think he may have finally cracked. A crazed look in his eyes, Shozo grabs hold of Savannah’s hair, and pulls her barely conscious form upright. He knees her hard in the stomach, doubling her over. He hooks his hand behind her legs, and as he pulls her aloft, starts to laugh maniacally. Dick Morosi: No... no, not this. As suddenly as he started, he stops laughing, and brings Savannah down to the mat with the Meteor Crash, his huge Package Piledriver. As he begins laughing again, he shoves her beaten body off of her, and storms out of the ring, shoving Dawson down as he finally gets back up, and up the ramp as the crowd boos him out of the arena. Seth Ericson: I have no idea what to say. Dick Morosi: We need EMTs out here now, and somebody needs to get a camera on Shozo and makes sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else back there. WINNER: Savannah TaylorThe camera comes up backstage, where we see a battered and bruised Shozo Arino angrily making his way down the corridor, fresh from his assault on Savannah Taylor. Cursing in near indecipherable Japanese, he lashes out with a boot, kicking an errant flight case into a wall. Still shouting, he knocks over some unused camera equipment, stopping in the middle of the corridor and letting loose with a roar of animal rage. Suddenly, his attention is diverted by someone standing in his path. The mysterious woman who joined the members of Storm in fighting New Eden at EXODUS 31 stands in his path, a pair of mikly white contact lenses staring out from a swirling sea of facepaint and feathers. Shozo looks at her a moment, before letting loose another hailstorm of Japanese obscenities in her direction. His tirade is suddenly broken by the sound of wood striking metal. He turns, and sees Beowulf standing a few feet behind him, the pool cue in his hand still resonating from the impact it’s just made with the scaffolding pole next to him. Beowulf: Oi, Shozo. Ain’t no-one ever told you it’s impolite to swear at a woman? Shozo looks back to the bizarre woman, who mutters something in Japanese herself, then he turns once more to Beowulf. Shozo Arino: Oh, so that’s how this is, eh? Beowulf: Now now kid, you know you got this coming. Besides, this ain’t exactly how it is... Shozo Arino: Wha... Shozo’s question is suddenly interrupted, as Abby Park appears, seemingly out of nowhere, charging in behind the mystery woman, and using the flight case Shozo had earlier kick as a vaulting block, flies off of hit and connects with a hard Gourd-Head straight to the chin of Shozo! The crazed leader of the REVOLUTION staggers back, straight into the path of Beowulf’s wildly swung pool cue. Whether it’s luck or skill, no-one will ever know, but Arino ducks the wild blow, the cue shattering on impact with the wall. Almost seamlessly, Shozo charges shoulder first into Beowulf’s mid section, tackling him to the floor. The pair become a flurry of fists, as they each scrabble for purchase, playing blow after blow into each other, a state of chaos, until both women take a hold of Shozo by the shoulders, lifting him bodily off of Beowulf, and slamming him hard into the wall. The mystery woman follows straight up with the same stiff two-fingered stab to the throat she dealt Mika Kozlov at the Musical Episode, driving all air, and fight, out of the young Japanese man. Abby follows up, with a couple of knees to the stomach, as Beowulf gets to his feet, and pulls a length of chain out from out of sight. As he starts to the wrap the length around his, fist, both women deliver knees to Shozo’s midsection, holding him upright, and against the wall. As Beowulf flexes, obviously gearing up for a Falcon Punch, a shout from up the corridor halts him in his tracks.  ?: Hey, HEY! The camera swings, and catches sight of the REVOLUTION charging down the corridor, Aries and Devan sprinting ahead of the much larger GRENDEL. Abby and the mystery woman let Shozo go, and quickly step behind Beowulf, heading up the corridor behind him. Aries quickly goes to a knee, tending to the stricken Shozo, whilst Devan charges at Beowulf, only barely stopping in time to avoid a wild swing from the chain. She steps forward, seething rage, but only just manages to dodge yet another wild swing. As Beowulf swings another time, Devan is suddenly pulled out of its way bodily by GRENDEL, who moves his way into the blow, the chain striking hard across his back. He roars in pain as he arches his back, Beowulf using the distraction caused to escape up the corridor behind his conspirators. Devan starts to make chase, but a groan from GRENDEL stops her in her tracks. He’s clutching the small of his back, where the chain struck. As Aries still tends to Shozo, she starts to check on her lover, as the camera crosses over to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 27, 2015 11:30:08 GMT -6
 April 27th, 2015
San Diego, CA
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 behind her in a three-piece white suit with matching tie and Brazil flag cufflinks, 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 while Reika Seragaki grabs them a pair of microphones, casually tossing one in Strike's direction for him to catch while they retain the other.Dick Morosi: And our newly crowned World champion is here and Seth, the reaction for this man is anything but warm. Seth Ericson: Something has changed within the World champion and our fans are smart enough to tell the difference. This is not the same man who buried Christum Furor six feet under and helped save EXODUS Pro, Dick... Reika clears their throat for a moment, looking at the entirety of the RIMAC with nothing more than disdain before finally speaking up. Reika Seragaki: ...Ladies and gentlemen...since Zinkus over there is too much of a doofus to do the proper honors himself like he should, allow me the distinct pleasure to introduce to you...your REIGNING! DEFENDING! UNDISPUTED EXODUS PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...CHRIIIIIIIISSSSS...STRIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! More boos rain down on the basis of Reika's voice going up the kind of octane you'd expect from a man. Throughout the boos, there is a very small "TRANNY" chant that starts...and is quickly shut down by the rest of the RIMAC themselves with louder boos. Reika Seragaki: ...I heard that. It doesn't matter. Anyone with half a brain knows this place, for all the liberal spirit it exhibits, still has nothing more than a community filled with pricks, bigots, douchebags and all else in between... The loud jeering continues, as the camera pans over on Chris Strike's face, leaning in one of the corners and rolling his eyes while holding on to the EXODUS Pro World title. Reika Seragaki: But don't say we didn't tell you so. Because at Repetition of Hatred, while around crowds who are willing to give him the respect that he deserves, Chris Strike corrected an injustice done to him and took back what is rightfully his from Abigail Park, thus sending our plucky little short-changed "Hero" back down to the bottom of the barrel where she is MOST comfortable in. The smile grows on the face of the manager as they continue on even through some of the complaints and jeers from our viewing audience, a small but strong "ABBY" chant emerging from the RIMAC. Reika Seragaki: You can cheer and chant her name all you want, but it doesn't change the reality that she couldn't cut it at this stage. Your hero has failed you. Just like all heroes before her have failed you and how all heroes after her will fail you. But then again, you people are used to failure...not just from your heroes, but from your own ranks. You see, my client... Reika points out Chris Strike in the corner. The boos come down like rain. Reika Seragaki: My client, your World champion...that's somebody that you people have failed. You have failed him ever since he managed to get his hands on the World championship for the first time and a part of me has to wonder why...why in the world would an audience just suddenly start turning their backs on a man who fought tooth and nail to help save this company and won its ultimate prize in the process? Certainly there must be some reasoning behind this great charade. The smirk widened on Seragaki's face as the manager defiantly pointed at the crowd. Reika Seragaki: Or maybe it's because you all truly are some of the most wishy-washy pricks I've had the displeasure to ever speak to in my life. Because seriously, you are all literally the worst. Obvious nuclear heat at this point, enough to where the "ASSHOLE" chants begin raining down on the pair inside the ring. Reika lets them soak it all in before glancing back in Strike's direction as he's finally leaned off the corner and stepped towards the center of the ring, finally ready to speak his piece and instead of boos, he's met with a quiet reaction. Chris Strike: ...Love is a funny thing, EXODUS Pro. See, nobody back there can doubt that I do love this company. That I would fight for this company against any force that threatens to end it like LEGION and Gods & Monsters nearly did. And in the process of doing that, you loved me for it. I received your adulation and your support like nobody's business and I am appreciative of that. It gives me great joy to step into that ring and to fight for an ideal, for something I believe in and your support has helped push me beyond my own boundaries at times. See, just like I fell in love with this company from my arrival, you seemed to have reciprocated that love since... Strike takes a deep breath, sighing before he continued. Chris Strike: That was, of course, until after the Autumn Effect and after me winning this World championship for the first time and the announcement shortly after it that I would face Abby Park in my first title defense. Dick Morosi: It is true that responses were divided between both competitors on the road to Dead in Hollywood and some with a desire to see Abby Park capitalize on a chance she waited on for two years... Chris Strike: By that time, I started to notice the gears shifting. A majority of you in this arena traveled to Anaheim and to Los Angeles, playing a part in all of it. And I started noticing it, too. Because since day 1, if there is something that EXODUS Pro fans have been notorious for doing, it's been rooting for a feel good story. They fall in love with anybody with a checkered past trying to make amends or a contender struggling through any and all odds to achieve an ultimate goal. Why else would you, dear audience, once attempt to cheer somebody as criminally insane as Zack Lifer? It’s puppy love. What you feel is nothing more than that. It’s fleeting. And when I won that World title and Abby Park stepped up to the plate… The World champion snaps his fingers. Chris Strike: Just like that, you got bored of my story. The thrill of the chase you had with living vicariously through Chris Strike was long gone and it was all aboard the Seoul Train and the impeccable finish to a two-year long odyssey of a plucky little girl livin’ in a lonely world. A new chase that all of you people were determined to see to its end, a brand new chase to embark while I...well, I was just chopped liver standing in the way of you all seeing the conclusion to your narrative. And in Los Angeles, you got that fitting conclusion and you got to live vicariously through Abigail Park...you got another happy ending, EXODUS Pro. Just like you wanted. No matter how much love I showed this company, no matter how much love I have for the fanbase that screams louder than most arenas across the world, I was just a plaything to you all...and when you were done, you tossed me aside like I was nothing. The expression on Chris Strike’s face shifts into something that hasn’t been seen before in front of the cameras. Not the boiling rage he’s felt and unleashed on his enemies, not the determination that so many used to see him showcase night in and out...no, this is a face of pure disappointment. Chris Strike: Am I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn't feel a part of their heartbreak at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and lord knows, between the skyrocketing rise of all jokes at the expense of the people who I call friends, the women that I choose to spend my time with and all other decisions about my life in between...for weeks and weeks, I kept questioning exactly what the hell did I do to deserve this from you people. But at some point, whatever sadness and confusion I had as I kept losing again and again...it eventually turned to anger. And then, it drove me. It fed me, and at Repetition of Hatred, I unleashed every bit of it on Abigail Park and took back what is rightfully mine! And then I made the decision that when I stepped foot into the RIMAC again...like a bad ex, I was going to come back to wreck havoc on anybody who dares to try and take this championship away from me! ...Yup, after all of that? The boos become more definitive inside of the RIMAC, as Chris almost seems to bask in them as he widens his arms and throws on a defiant smirk towards the world. Seth Ericson: ...Yeah, there’s something new about the guy. For once in my life, I don’t feel like he’s feeding the lot of us the usual b/s he’s been prone to doing. Unbelievable, Dick... Chris Strike: So you can keep on dick riding whoever’s f**king sob story is the most popular of the week and switching up as many times as you need to. Just know that I will take the utmost pleasure of stomping each and every single one of them if they dare to try and take this championship from me. Whether you like it or not, I’m going to be your champion for a very, very long time and further mor- SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The arena erupts as Chris Strike lowers his microphone and looks to the entrance way with a look of disgust etched upon his face. The World Champion shares a glance with Reika Seragaki, muttering something inaudibly to them before turning back towards the ramp. Dick Morosi: Here comes Christian Kane, The Handsome Drifter is here! As if on cue Kane steps through the curtain to a rapturous response from the fans in attendance at the RIMAC tonight. The Canadian immediately points the ground, declaring that “EXODUS is home, baby!” before pointing out at the people, garnering another loud response. Not yet in his ring gear, Kane wears a white Britney Spears ‘WORK B**CH’ tee under an unbuttoned sports jacket with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, black jeans and customised red and white ‘#STUDLIFE’ hightop Adidas Originals. Seth Ericson: You know Dick, this has the potential to get ugly. More often than not Chris Strike and Christian Kane don’t share the ring without trying to maul each other. The Handsome Drifter openly embraces the fans, trying to slap as many outstretched hands as possible as he makes his way down the ramp, certain sections of the crowd singing along to the timeless Bon Jovi classic as he does so. Reaching ringside, Kane looks up at Chris Strike who is now stood right by the ropes, with Reika not far behind him. The World Champion looks down at Christian Kane with disdain, his eyes following the number one contender as he slowly makes his way up the steel steps, picking up a microphone as he does so. He steps onto the apron and lifts his leg to enter the ring, but Strike blocks him from doing so, standing directly in front of the ropes. Dick Morosi: Uh oh. Seth Ericson: What did I tell you! Here we go! The crowd boos Strike whilst Reika smirks at the action, yet the World Champion simply shrugs off the jeers of the fans - still standing in Kane’s way. Covering the microphone, Christian Kane motions over to Chris Strike and the camera picks him up saying “are you going to move?”. This prompts a “LET HIM IN” chant to start up across the arena which Strike notices with a scowl as he looks out at the people. With a scoff the War Machine makes a point of adjusting his World Title belt right in the face of Christian Kane before moving into the center of the ring, finally allowing the Handsome Drifter entry into the ring, which in it’s own right draws a loud cheer. Christian has a grin on his face, shaking his head at Strike’s immaturity before raising the microphone to his lips. Christian Kane: I know how much you love the sound of your own voice, Chris, so I’d first and foremost like to apologise for interrupting you. Almost instantly the crowd respond with a chant of “DON’T BE SORRY” which angers Reika, however Kane acknowledges the chant, holding the microphone out towards the crowd before directing back to himself. Christian Kane: But you know I was sat in the back and I just couldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t come out here to address the drivel that you and your little...friend here seem intent on spouting. He points to Seragaki who crosses her arms and rolls their eyes in response. Dick Morosi: That’s exactly what it is, Seth! It’s drivel! Seth Ericson: Would you rather him lie? He’s being honest with the people. Dick Morosi: Oh, please. Christian Kane: You see, champ, it’s as simple as this. You don’t own these people. Furthermore, these people...these great, great people? They don’t owe you a goddamn thing. How dare you expect them to adore you as if you were the be all and end all of professional wrestling. For someone who prides himself in being THE War Machine, you certainly seem extremely self-conscious about what these people think of you. These people didn’t turn on you, you turned on them a long time ago when you thought you could coast, and we both know that this business is fickle. If you don’t change, if you don’t evolve with the times you get left behind - and your whole ‘face of the company’ shtick? It got old, really quickly. No one here wants to see your face anymore. Every time you step through those curtains the mood in the arena turns just a shade bluer to the point where people just don’t want to see you step through those curtains anymore. When the soldiers come back from the war the people all cheer and hail them as heroes. ‘We won! We won!’. But as time passes, Chris...people just don’t care anymore. The tension is palpable in the arena as Strike and Kane lock eyes and begin to stare a hole into the other. This goes on for a couple of seconds until Christian points out at the fans. Christian Kane: These people can make you if you treat them right, or they can break you if you treat them wrong - I know that better than anyone in this company. When I arrived here I demanded their respect. I came in with this big money contract, all the clauses you could want. I had control over everything to do with me in this company and that got into my head. I didn’t think that I had to try, I just showed up, went through the motions and expected to do well. We all saw how that ended. I left, I returned nailed to a cross and truly believed that I was EXODUS’ Jesus. I’m sure that on that night whilst I entertained some of these people, I offended even more, and for that I can do nothing but apologise. My second run, we all know what happened there. You showed up and everything went downhill from there. With each passing day the hatred from the fans grew and grew to the point where I couldn’t go to bed without hearing these people boo. On the nights where I wasn’t blackout drunk my head hit the pillow and all I could hear were the chants these people directed at me. Dick Morosi: Christian Kane referring to late 2013 where Chris Strike drove him out of EXODUS Pro with two successive iPPV victories against the Canadian. Chris Strike shakes his head at Kane’s sob story-like tone, and goes to raise his microphone to his lips before Kane raises a hand and motions with it to stop him. Christian Kane: I’m not finished. My point is, Chris, you can turn your back on these people but it’ll only lead you down a road of ruin. You’re a grown man, you are the EXODUS Pro World Champion - so I’m not going to tell you what to do with your life...but abandoning these people? Going through all the hardships I did as a direct result of doing so? I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. You can pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You could pretend like you’re not phased by these people booing you. But deep down? I know you well enough to know that it does bother you. Because inside your head and inside your heart is an innate want to be loved. Just like me. You can deny that, but I’ll always be man enough to admit it. You’ve been stagnant for so long and that’s because there are no more wars for you fight, War Machine. I have no problem saying that you were one of the greatest war generals that professional wrestling has ever seen...but right now? The Handsome Drifter looks out at the crowd, then back to Strike. Christian Kane: It’s peacetime. Dick Morosi: That is a powerful statement made by Christian Kane. The crowd roars in approval as Christian points at Strike’s shoulder, a steely look of determination in the Canadian’s blue eyes. Christian Kane: Now I’ve been told that our next iPPV name, surprisingly enough - is ‘The War Isn’t Over Yet’ and I can understand why it may raise a few eyebrows. It may even worry some people and I understand that. But the name doesn’t reference EXODUS’ war with LEGION. It doesn’t reference EXODUS’ war with Gods & Monsters either. What it references... Kane lowers the microphone, allowing the anticipation to build as the crowd’s silence almost seems deafening - the energy in the arena high. In a split second The Handsome Drifter gets right into the face of Chris Strike, bringing the microphone up to his mouth as he does so. Christian Kane: ...is the war between you and me. It happens so quickly that the War Machine doesn’t have enough time to react as Kane moves away from him, holding the microphone out to the crowd as they almost blow the roof off of the RIMAC! Dick Morosi: There’s your confirmation, people! It’s going to be Chris Strike versus Christian Kane for the EXODUS Pro World Championship! Wow! Christian Kane: Undoubtedly it’s the worst kept secret in professional wrestling history, but at The War Isn’t Over Yet...I’m going to end the war when I give the people what they want - you losing your title. Your public narrative was that our encounter at the first Autumn Effect was our final one but did you think that I of all people was just going to sit idly by whilst you disrespect the people who made you? Right here in the middle of this ring we are going to put on the greatest wrestling match that this company has ever seen, and I’m going to win the EXODUS Pro World Championship not just for myself...but for each and every one of these people! Come whatever may I will stand tall and I will stand for these people who pay their hard earned money every two weeks to attend an EXODUS Pro event and allow me to live my dream. I won’t let you, your friend or anyone else get in the way of that. I love this company much more than you could ever know. I sweat for this company. I cried for this company. I bled for this company. When push came to shove I stood beside you for this company and the only one of us that complained about it was you! I was no angel, but you’ve been the devil all along and now we can all see your horns. If you think you can reign over this company treading over the people who’ve built it then you’re in for a surprise - this is my time, Chris. This is the people’s time. I am The New Hope. The adulation in the RIMAC for the “Handsome Drifter” is unprecedented, as the crowd begins to chant for the number one contender to the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight championship. Strike lets them. In fact, he even raises his left arm mockingly and waves them on to do it before bringing the microphone back to his lips. Chris Strike: And you said this wasn’t personal… At this point, the World champion can’t hold back from smirking once again, even in what has now become hostile territory. Chris Strike: I get it, Christian. They gave you new life. They gave you a chance when everybody else in the wrestling world smartened up to how much of a deranged individual you are, once again showcasing that all they care about is vicariously living through yet another feel good story. I’d give you the warnings on how you’re going to get thrown away sooner or later, but I’ll spare you the diatribe. Hell, I’ll even agree that I’m no longer fit to bear the title of “War Machine” given the circumstances and why I’m passing it on to more capable, fitting hands later on tonight. Another set of cheers here, as a small “CAREY DEAN” chant breaks out from Section B. Chris Strike: Yes, yes, him indeed, people. But before I get myself to the back and get ready to dismantle GRENDEL piece by piece, I want to leave you with a little something to think on, Christian. Given how kind you’ve been to run down my reputation even though I’ll never stoop to your level of belittling others for their sexual orientation, preferences, looks or slutshame women on the basis that they won’t partake in the same bed as you or never go as far as committing adultery like you’ve been known for doing… And now, those cheers go to boos and a few shocked expressions from the crowd as Chris Strike gets right up in the number one contender’s face. Chris Strike: You know what you did to wrong me over these many years. You have continuously taken liberties and pot shots at my family, at my country, at my people...you went as far as trying to use the likeliness of my deceased wife to get a leg up on me mentally and then you tried to end my career and you...you don’t get to hide that shit under the fact that you’re now being supported by the most fickle pieces of shit I’ve had the displeasure of witnessing paying money to see me wrestle. You don’t get to play the martyr card like you’re the good person here, because you’re not. And if you wanna say that The War Isn’t Over Yet...then fine. Fine. ...It’s not over yet. But by the time it’s over… Chris Strike adjusts the championship belt across his shoulder and takes a step forward, moving past the challenger to his title, his back to the man without even so much as looking back. Chris Strike: You’re going to wish it had been over two years ago...let’s go, Reika. Dropping the microphone on those marks, both Chris Strike and Reika Seragaki make their way out towards the apron, exiting out of it to nuclear heat at this point in time as Arch Enemy’s “No More Regrets” starts playing over the PA as Christian Kane stares at the duo retreating up the ramp, indicating that he was coming for that damn title with belt notions while Strike raised the belt up in the air with his right hand. Dick Morosi: Folks, this war between both men may very well exceed anything they’ve been capable of doing to each other over the years… Seth Ericson: New sides to both men since their last encounter, but believe me...no matter what happens, these two will be bitter enemies until their dying breath. TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
JUSTIN BROOKS (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. ABBY PARK vs. DEVAN WHITMOREDavid Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Three Way Match, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... The 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 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: From Nashville, Tennessee, USA, and weighing in at 118lbs... ABBY PAARRRKKKK! And her opponent... The lights dim to an eerie yellow glow throughout the arena. The Tron flickers to life with the Sith Code in burning red letters for the world to see. It is followed by a silhouette of Devan Whitmore as "Long Way Down" begins to blast from the speakers. I've been fucking around while you've been saving the world
I've been out of my mind
I've been dreaming things and scheming things Devan emerges from the back, cloaked in her floor length Sith robes, the hood partially covering her face. She stands at the top of the stage, arms held out wide and her head in the air, eyes closed, seemingly in a state of meditation. The crowd boos loudly as she stands there, unmoving, not at all acknowledging the riled up fans. I've been smoking the poison
You've been slinging your anecdotes
I've been fucking around while you were saving the world
From nothing David Zinkus: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Townsend, Delaware, USA, weighing in at 130 pounds... She is the Mistress of the Sith... DEVAAAAAAN WHITMOOOOOORE At this point, Devan has opened her eyes and has begun making way down the ramp. There is a sly grin on her face as she absorbs the disapproval of the raucous fans, holding her hands in front of her face as if she were praying. The end, the end
Things will never go away
In the end, the end
Things will never go Devan climbs the ring steps and walks to the middle of the apron, reaching for the hood of her robes. Facing away from the cameras, she slowly allows the robes to fall from her shoulders, slowly down her body to the floor below, revealing her in all her curvy glory. So take it in, don't hold your breath
The bottom's all I found
We can't get higher than we get
On the long way down She grasps the top rope and with complete ease and grace, flips herself into the ring. The crowd continues to boo as she bows immodestly in the middle of the ring, taunting her haters and opponent. She backs up into the corner, a smirk on her face, bouncing from one foot to the other, ready for the impending match. David Zinkus: And finally, their 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...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, USA...standing at 6'4" and 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, showing off the Title he has strapped around it. “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 he runs his tongue over the front of his teeth. Removing the belt, Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air, holding the belt aloft, before leaping down from the turnbuckle. Seth Ericson: This should be good. Both Devan and Abby are looking to redeem some big recent losses, whilst Brooks is definitely out to cement his position as a champion. Brian Lowery takes the title from Brooks, and hands it to the timekeeper. With that, he turns, and calls for the bell. Wearily, the threesome eye each other up, all waiting for someone else to make the first move. It’s Abby who does, suddenly unleashing a kick to the midsection of Devan. She follows up with punches, backing Whitmore up into the corner, as Brooks positions himself behind her. As she lands Devan in the corner, Brooks grabs Park from behind, spinning her round and connecting with a midsection kick of his own. Looking to go for a massively early finish, he picks her up in a Fireman’s Carry, signalling for the Hook N’ Ladder. Devan, however, jumps out of the corner, pulling Abby off of Justin’s back, and following up with a Double Knee Backbreaker, quickly cutting the monster down to size. She tries to follow up, but Abby is back up and running, delivers a series of quick stomps to keep Devan back. She pulls the Sith Lady up, and sends her reeling with a Backhand Chop. Dick Morosi: Our former World Champion now establishing herself as the force to be reckoned with in this ring. As Devan staggers into the corner, Abby follows up, with a series of kicks to the midsection, using the ropes to keep herself balanced as she does. She follows with an Elbow Strike, then another, only stopping when Justin comes crashing into her from behind, crushing both Park and Whitmore against the ringpost with a huge Body Avalanche. He takes Abby, and brings her crashing to the mat with a Spinebuster as Devan flops out of the corner. He goes for the pin. ONE Kickout! Seth Ericson: Quick kickout from Park. She’s not a former World Champ for nothing. Undaunted, Justin goes for a cover on Devan too! ONE TWO Kickout! Devan gets the shoulder up! Undeterred, Brooks gets straight up, and spying Abby rising connects with a huge kick to her ribs. Quickly manhandling her upright, he sends her running into the ring ropes, only to be taken off guard as she returns, connecting with a Seoul Train! Dick Morosi: Brooks just caught a ride on the Seoul Train! What a High Knee! Seth Ericson: Everyones going big straight off the bat, trying to get a quick pin whilst the other opponent is napping! She goes for the pin! ONE TW- Devan breaks up the pin with a Soccer Kick to the head! Abby rolls off of Brooks and onto her feet, looking to mount a defence as Devan follows up, first with an Forearm Smash, then a kick to the calf. Abby quickly barrels back with a Haymaker punch, followed by a Backhand Chop, then another, before whipping Whitmore into the ringpost back first. Grunting from the impact, Devan uses the ricochet to her advantage, charging straight back out of the corner and taking Park down with a Leg Lariat, following up for the pin! ONE Brooks breaks it up with a Double Axe Handle smash to Whitmore’s back. Grabbing a handful of hair and her waist band, he picks Devan up, and throws her out of the ring between the middle and top ropes. Turning back to Abby, he connects with a hard Soccer Kick to her ribs, punting her into the corner. As she curls up, trying to defend herself, he starts letting loose with stomps, using the ropes to give himself additional leverage. Breaking her guard, he takes and arm, and lifting her to her feet sends her running into the opposite turnbuckle. He charges straight after her, but is caught as she hoists herself up with the ropes, connecting with a rope assisted Front Dropkick. As he staggers back, she charges forward, only to be cut off as he bursts into life with a huge Spear, driving her down to the mat. As he steps back, and shouts for her to stand so her can finish it, Devan slides into the ring. Brooks goes for a Clothesline, but Whitmore ducks, and as Brooks turns he gets sent staggering with a Roundhouse Kick. Abby charges, but Devan senses it coming, and connects with a perfectly timed Pele Kick! Seth Ericson: Devan Whitmore is back in the game, and cleaning house! Taking her time to get her bearings on the outside seems to be paying off. Brooks is charging in, but Devan sidesteps the Shoulderblock, grabbing a quick Headlock as he passes, and reversing the attack into a Springboard Bulldog. She’s up just in time to see Abby charging her down, and connects with a Roundhouse Kick, sending Park flying. Seeing her opponents both down on the mat, she takes a moment to taunt the crowd, reveling in the chorus of jeers that rain down upon her. Pointing to Brooks, who has got himself onto one knee, she charges forward, looking for the Kessel Run, but is caught by surprise as Abby Park charges her down with a Seoul Train! Abby goes for the pin! ONE TWO THR- Brooks breaks up the pin, a stomp to the back of Abby’s head doing the job. He quickly pulls her up, and shoves her into the corner. He follows up, going for a Leaping Clothesline, but she side steps, letting him catch the ringpost in his chest. Taking advantage, she starts letting loose with Elbow Strikes to the back of his head, trying to take the fight out of the big man. Dick Morosi: Abby nearly had this thing one, Seth, I don’t think she’s taking Brooks’ interruption lightly. Park’s assault only relents when she finds herself suddenly tumbling backwards, as Devan takes her over with a Schoolgirl! ONE TWO Kickout! Seth Ericson: Cheeky move from Devan there, and she almost stole this one. She looks to Brooks, not seeing Park as she stands, only looking too late as she gets caught with another Seoul Train! She turns to Brooks, only to discover he’s already charging her, as he takes her down to the mat with a massive Spear! Devan spins him around as he stands, but only gets a boot to the midsection for her trouble, as he lifts her up, and onto his shoulders, before hitting the Hook N’ Ladder! Abby’s still not stirring, as Brooks goes for the pin on Devan. ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner for this match, by way of pinfall... your EXODUS Pro International Champion... JUSTIN BROOKS! “By Any Means” kicks out over the PA, as Brooks stands, looking down at the two women sprawled on the mat. As Lowery presents him with his belt, he snatches it out of his hands, holding it aloft with one hand, and beating his chest with the other. Dick Morosi: Well, this was no title match, but in taking out a former World Champion and a young up and comer in the same match, Brooks has proven that he’s a Champion to be reckoned with. Seth Ericson: And long may he reign, that’s what I say. Dick Morosi: That’s what you always say. Brooks has left the ring, and is strutting out of the arena, his belt held high, as the crowd continue to boo him. WINNER: Justin BrooksThe camera cuts backstage where the distinct sound of swinging doors was as loud as thunder, the dark shade of night in the backdrop penetrated by a pair of familiar brown eyes with a devious grin below. A chorus of boos reverberates throughout the arena, Zack Lifer's hood sliding down to the nape of his neck once again. In the fluorescent light, something indescribable looks different about the man. The way he moved, the attitude he possessed all seemed that much more confident, a natural smirk adorn his face. With a spread of his arms, he greeted everyone who would listen to his signature tenor voice, shouting as loud as he could. Zack Lifer: I'm baaaack! Nobody aside from the crowd seemed to react to the sudden outburst, not one person backstage turning to see what the commotion was all about. The madman's expression changed, slightly less confident while he slipped his dark hood over his head once more, covering his messy helmet of brown hair. Sucking on his lower lip, his bloodshot eyes scanned his surroundings, a hand reaching to itch at his forearm. He turned to his side, supposedly listening to someone speak to him inside his own tormented skull littered with conflict. Zack Lifer: No, it… That doesn’t feel quite as satisfying as I thought it would… His neck slumped down towards his sneakers, he stumbled forward, eyes peering upwards to watch where he was going with dangerous intent. Spotting a familiar face holding a mop and minding his own business, the schizophrenic ‘hero’ approached him, a simple nod of the head. Zack Lifer: Sven. Get ready to clean up buckets of blood now that I’m back in business, okay? Happy entrails and all that. That’s what you like doing, hm? What you were born to do? We’ll help each other out then. I’ll mess these floors up in every arena, you clean ‘em back up, and we’ll both keep our jobs til they shove us in a couple of bodybags, how’s that sound? He patted the big man on the back, a fabricated smile adorn the madman’s face while he spoke to the janitor with a jovial tone. Zack Lifer: You and me. Partners in crime. Deal? He reached out a hand, dried blood still coating his fingernails from his time in the Blackthorn Asylum, head tilted slightly to the left. As Sven continues to mop and dust, he looks over at Lifer. For the first time, the people see the fact that Sven is actually a giant, towering close to seven feet as he looks down at Lifer. Sven: ...no. You’re a bad man, Mr. Lifer. Sven, without any form of hesitation grabs his mop and bucket, and slowly walks away, saying nothing more to Lifer while he moves on to cleaning something else far from the returning Lifer. Sighing, Zack stumbles in the opposite direction, his attempt at making a friend squandered before it even began. Zack Lifer: It’s gonna be a long night, isn’t it? Lifer sighs as we head to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 1, 2015 11:34:48 GMT -6
The cameras go backstage at the Korakuen Hall, inside one of the locker rooms as there is a loud, positive reaction from the crowd as Chris Strike is on the screen, clad in his full wrestling gear as he finishes up lacing his left wrestling boot, following that by placing in and tightening his left shin pad as Reika Seragaki walks into the scene, leather jacket, a low-cut top with the “OLDCODEX” logo on it, tattered jeans and a cryptic smile on their faces as Chris Strike stands up to his feet, looking at his manager. Reika Seragaki: ...Are you ready for this? Strike placed his hands on his hips, glancing down at the androgynous being in front of him. He finally nods, as she pats his chest and the large “War Machine” logo at the center of the shirt covering him. Reika Seragaki: Good. Because you’re going to need every bit of that to take that championship back from Abby tonight. So, keep your head up there and in case BEOWULF or any other of her butt buddies decide to show up, I’ll be more than happy t- There is a bit of an interruption as the camera’s shot widens and pans over to the left slightly. We pan over to a slightly shorter woman than Strike, chestnut brown hair tied up in a ponytail, brown eyes that match his own in vigor in an old faded Babymetal t-shirt, jeans and Air Jordan’s. Her appearance seems to break some of the tension as Chris allows himself a smile. The crowd at Korakuen Hall seems to know who she is, however, as they cheer in both shock and amazement. Chris Strike: Didn’t think you’d be here, Eileen. “The Tsunami” Eileen Amaro returns the smile back, flashing him a thumbs-up. Eileen Amaro: I asked Jonathan very, very nicely to find my way back here...figured I’d come see you before your big match, given everything that’s happened and wish you the best out there. It’ll be tough, but you can pull it off. I know i- ...what is she doing here? Eileen points over to Reika. Reika Seragaki: ...Well, this is a pleasant surprise, if anything. All eyes turn to the manager of the “War Machine” as she steps forward, looking up at Eileen as the camera pans to the two of them. Reika Seragaki: Amaro. Eileen Amaro: Seragaki. Reika Seragaki: Long time. Still searching for your answers? Eileen Amaro: No. Just here enjoying the show and coming to see someone important to me succeed, wishing him luck, etc, etc. Reika Seragaki: My client doesn’t particularly need that kind of thing right now...luck’s for losers, Amaro. You know that better than anyone else. Eileen Amaro: Considering what my friend has been through the past few weeks, I will wish him whatever I see fit, you damned leech. Reika Seragaki: A leech, huh? Eileen Amaro: Yes, Reika. A leech. Not to mention, probably the same person poisoning his mind just like you did years ago. Reika Seragaki: I am doing nothing more than HELPING him keep his focus on the actual prize... Eileen Amaro: And what, planning on stealing the glory all for yourself after he does? The two of them, at this point, are at each other’s faces and Chris Strike seems to have had just about enough of it as he steps in between them, separating them both with each hand. Chris Strike: Okay, this has escalated far too quickly and I really don’t have the time for this. Eily, look, thank you for that...but I’ll see you after the show is done, okay? Reika, let’s go. ...I’ve got a title to go win. Reika Seragaki: Right. Yeah. Be seeing you around, Amaro. It’s at that point that the camera shot widens as Strike and Reika make their way out of the locker room, but not without Reika glancing back once Strike is past the door and flashing a large grin. The camera shot pans back to Eileen Amaro, arms crossed and a wary look on her face. Eileen Amaro: Yeah...yeah, you will… And on that, we go back to the table. Seth Ericson: You know, something about Reika Seragaki isn't sitting well with me, Dick. Dick Morosi: Like that sushi you had last night? Seth Ericson: No, this is worse. Dick Morosi: And it's going to get more and more interesting! At Dead In Hollywood, Abby Park shocked the world and became EXODUS Pro World Champion. Now she has to defend her title against the former champion here in the famous Korakuen Hall! It's Abby Park and Chris Strike for the EXODUS Pro World Title, and it's now! EXODUS PRO WORLD TITLE MATCH
ABBY PARK (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. CHRIS STRIKEThe 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 “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water!
Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly, seas increase
And then fall again…
As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.
This world is spinning around me…
The whole world keeps spinning around me…
All life is future to past…
Every breath leaves me one less to my last!
Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing 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 as the fans begin to sing along with the chorus.
Pull me under! Pull me under!
Pull me under I'm not afraid!
All that I feel is honor and spite,
All I can do is set it right!
Chris looks up into the empty ring again before making his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and 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. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He makes his way towards the nearest turnbuckle, ascending it, basking in the reaction before stepping down from the turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…The 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 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: ….Ladies and Gentlemen...this is YOUR MAIN EVENT FOR THE EVENING AND IT IS FOR….THE EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Abby hands the World Title to D’Artis Johnson, who folds the title and shows it to both competitors before holding it high in the air. David Zinkus: Introducing the challenger...hailing from Denver, Colorado by way of Sao Paulo, Brazil...he is the Former EXODUS PRO World Champion...he is...weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds...HE IS “THE WAR MACHINE,” HE IS...CHRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Chris throws his hands in the air as the fans cheer loudly for the former World Champion, who doesn’t take his eyes off off… David Zinkus: And now introducing the Champion...weighing in at none of your goddamn business...by way of Nashville, Tennessee...she is a former EXODUS PRO World Tag Team Champion...she is the reigning and defending EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION...here in Tokyo, Japan she makes her V2 defense...she is ABBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY….PAAAAAAAAAAAAARK! The roar is damn near deafening as Abby steps to the middle of the ring with a smile on her face, she points to Chris and gives him a playful wink before stepping back into her corner. DING-DING-DING!Dick Morosi:: This should be exciting folks! Strike wastes no time, charging at his opponent as soon as the bell rings. Abby steps out of the way, but Strike turns around and runs toward her again. Abby ducks a running European Uppercut and turns around to throw a big right hand but Strike ducks it and jumps up with another European Uppercut, this time finding it's mark. Abby is momentarily stunned as Strike takes the opportunity to grab her - Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Abby gets to her knees quickly, ready to fight. She trips Strike as he approaches, meeting him on her feet with a kick. Strike catches Abby's leg, but drops down and kicks up with her other leg - nailing Strike with a mule kick. Strike stumbles back into the ropes. As he rebounds, Abby takes him up and over with a Back Body Drop. Strike sits up quickly and scrambles to his feet. Abby charges him with a clothesline that takes him over the top rope and to the floor! Strike crumples to the floor as he lands, but does not stay down for long. He gets to his feet to regroup, shaking his head and stretching a bit. The crowd roars as Abby taunts from the ring. Dick Morosi:: Chris Strike is a fine wrestler, Seth - but he's up against the World's Champion! Seth Ericson:: He knew that coming into it. You'd better bet that Strike's got a plan! D’Artis steps in to make sure Abby goes to her corner as Strike climbs up onto the apron. He takes his time, but eventually steps inside. Both men approach the center of the ring to lock up, but Strike kicks Abby in the knee as he steps in. Abby bends forward and Strike crushes her with an elbow to the back of the head. Abby falls to her knees and Strike runs against the ropes and as he comes back, Strike dives in low - nailing the kneeling Champion in the chest and putting her flat on his back. He drops an a quick elbow, but misses. Abby scrambles to her feet, but Strike hits her with a kick behind the leg. As Abby reaches down, Strike grabs him from behind and goes for a German Suplex - but Abby rears back with a hard elbow to the skull. Strike keeps his grip, but a second elbow shot weakens him enough for Abby to break free. Abby lunges forward, but then turns around - Roaring Elbow! The crowd explodes as Abby goes for the cover. ONE… TWO… TH...NOT SO FAST, SCOOTER! Strike kicks out and gets to the ropes, he pulls himself up and turns in time to avoid his approaching opponent. Abby turns around and eats a stiff chop to the chest that sending her leaning against the ropes. Strike quickly fires off another chop, before Abby responds with an overhand chop that actually knocks Strike to the mat. Strike rolls to his knees and fires off a European Uppercut that rocks the advancing Champion. Abby stumbles back and leans in the corner. Strike shakes off the cobwebs and charges after her, jumping up and connecting with a high knee strike. He grabs Abby by the arm and whips her into the opposite corner. Abby crashes hard and stumbles forward - but she is able to duck a clothesline. She throws a punch, but Strike blocks it - dragging her over to the mat with an armdrag. He keeps his grip on Abby's arm, wrenching it in an armbar. Dick Morosi:: It certainly appears that Chris Strike has been able gain control of this match! Seth Ericson:: See? You were doubting him earlier! After a brief struggle, Abby is able to get to her knees. She digs deep and pushes up to her feet, her opponent still putting pressure on her arm. Strike starts to push her down again, but Abby slips free and whips Strike into the ropes. As he returns, Strike jumps up with a cross-body that sends Abby staggering back and both topple over the top rope and out of the ring! Abby hangs on to the ropes and is able to make a safe landing on the apron. Strike goes down to the floor, but lands on his feet before staggering back into the crowd barrier. He sees Abby up on the apron and rushes up after her. The crowd heats up as Strike grabs his opponent around the waist for a German Suplex, but Abby fires back with another elbow. Strike breaks his grip and nearly falls, holding the top rope for balance. Abby kicks her opponent's arm, causing Strike to let go of the rope and nearly fall back yet Strike leans back, waving his arms to keep from falling. Frustrated, Abby shoves him to the floor hard. Abby climbs down to the floor and the referee begins his count. ONE… TWO... THREE! Abby pulls Strike to his feet and whips him into the steel guard rail. She comes after him, catching him in the midsection with a knee. FOUR... FIVE... SIX... Abby grabs Strike by the wrist and whips him again - but Strike reverses! Strike falls to his knees, using all his available energy as he whips Abby into the ring post! Abby's head bounces off the post with a sickening sound as she crumples down to the floor. SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE... Strike stays down on his knees, favoring his back. Abby is still down and clearly hurt. TEN… ELEVEN... TWELVE... Dick Morosi:: The Champion may be badly hurt, and the Challenger sees another way to get back in the driver's seat! THIRTEEN... FOURTEEN... FIFTEEN... Seth Ericson:: A count out is not going to get Strike the Title tonight! SIXTEEN… SEVENTEEN… EIGHTEEN… Strike rolls into the ring, and then quickly rolls back outside to break the count. D’Artis restarts his count as Strike pulls a dazed Abby up off the floor. ONE… TWO… THREE… Strike slams Abby's head into the apron. Abby leans forward on the apron as Strike climbs up. FOUR… FIVE… SIX... He goes up to the second turnbuckle and dives down - landing on Abby with a knee across the back! The impact sends Strike stumbling back in the rail as Abby goes down to her knees. SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE... As he starts to pull himself back up, Strike clips her with a thrusting kick behind the knee. Abby falls backward to the floor and Strike raises his arms for a loud reaction from the crowd. He grabs Abby by the hair and tights and pulls her up, rolling her inside. D’Artis stops his count, but Strike stays on the outside. As Abby starts to get to his feet, Strike reaches in and sweeps her foot. Abby falls down to the mat and Strike pulls her over to the corner. He rears back and drives Abby's leg into the post! Abby shouts out and the referee cautions Strike from the ring. Strike ignores him, pulling Abby's leg and slamming it into the post again. Strike wraps Abby's leg across the post and drops back - locking Abby in a Figure Four around the ring post! D’Artis warns him to break it up, but meanwhile the damage is being done. Abby shouts out as the referee finally begins a count on the illegal hold. ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR... Strike finally breaks the hold, dropping down to the floor. Abby nurses her knee as she rolls out of the corner. Strike gets inside and grabs his opponent - locking her in a legal Figure Four in the center of the ring! Dick Morosi:: Abby Park is in serious trouble after taking all that damage! Seth Ericson:: Park is going to have to dig deep if she wants to avoid a title change in the next twenty seconds! Abby fights, but cannot get to the ropes. She begins to rock her weight from side to side, finally turning both of them over and reversing the pressure! Strike shouts out, finally managing to roll them over again, restoring the pressure onto Abby's legs. Abby rolls it over again, but this time Strike is close enough to the ropes to break it up. Strike pulls himself up with the ropes and turns around - boot to the midsection! Strike bends forward and Abby grabs him around the head. She pulls Strike up and drives him into the mat with a flowing DDT! She makes the cover. ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Strike gets his shoulder up in time. Abby gets to her feet and wipes the sweat from her eyes. She slowly climbs the turnbuckles and leaps in time to catch her opponent with a Guillotine Leg Drop! Both stay down as the count begins. ONE… TWO… THREE... Abby gets up to her knees, but has trouble putting weight on her right leg. Strike sits up and tries to shake off some of the cobwebs. FOUR… FIVE… SIX... Abby uses the ropes to get up to her feet first. She turns and makes her way over to her kneeling opponent, catching him with a kick to the chest. She pulls Strike up to his feet and cracks him in the jaw with a stiff elbow strikes. Strike falls into the corner and Abby signals to the crowd to a positive reaction. As Strike stumbles out of the corner, Abby throws the GOURD-HEAD but Strike sidesteps and retaliates with the SHOTEI! Abby is dazed as Strike grabs her from behind - German Suplexing her over onto her neck! Abby stays down, hurt, as Strike makes his way to the top rope. Strike signals to the crowd and sails down with a diving knee drop for the pin! ONE… TWO... THR...KICKOUT!! Abby kicks out and Strike slaps the mat in frustration as he shoots D’Artis a disappointed look, before returning his attention to his opponent. He grabs Abby and pulls her to his feet, taking her over with a Northern Lights Suplex and bridges for the pin. ONE… TWO... Abby kicks out in time...AGAIN! Strike shakes his head and suggests a faster count to the referee. As Abby rolls onto her stomach, Strike grabs her leg - putting him in the single leg Boston Crab! Abby shouts as Strike wrenches the leg. Abby tries to kick free, but cannot break the hold. He is finally able to reach out and grab the bottom rope. Strike refuses to break the hold, wanting to push the issue! D’Artis makes his count. ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR... Strike breaks at the last possible second. Williams shouts at him, giving him a warning but Strike, eventually pushes past him. Dick Morosi:: Abby Park refuses to be put away, and Chris Strike is showing his frustration! Seth Ericson:: Can you blame him? What more can he do? He wants to be a World Champion and again. Respect all aside, you can’t take chances with this! He pulls Abby to her feet and whips her into the corner. As Strike approaches, Abby rolls out of the corner and slams his opponent with a SEOUL TRAIN! Strike falls to the mat and Abby falls to her knees. After a few moments, both get to their feet at roughly the same time as Strike kicks Abby in the back and ducks a clothesline as she turns around. He grabs Abby around the neck and pulls him down with a swinging neckbreaker! He makes the cover, hooking the leg! ONE… TWO… THREE......NOOOOOOO!!! Strike can't believe it. He gets to his knees, his hands on his hips and he pulls himself to his feet and kicks Abby in the side. He looks around at the crowd, feeling the electricity in the air. An idea strikes him and he looks down solemnly at his opponent. Strike is somewhat reluctant as he approaches Abby, who is trying to get to her feet. Strike grabs her and looks around as he takes a deep breath as he sets her up. Sliding to Abby’s left, he reaches under her legs and grabs her left wrist with his left hand and tucks his head in under and onto the Abby’s stomach before lifting her up in the air, his right arm holds onto her neck. There is a stunned silence in the air as Chris holds Abby in the air in the middle of the ring Dick Morosi:: My sweet Lord in Heaven, Chris Strike is setting her up for the SUSANO’O! Seth Ericson:: I have no clue what the hell that is...but it looks like bad news. He's really pulling out all the stops, he’s got no choice...Abby Park isn’t going to stay down! Strike hoists Abby up and spikes her down into the mat. He falls to his knees as he makes the cover on his lifeless opponent. ONE… TWO… ……...THREE! DING-DING-DING!Dick Morosi:: We have a new champion! David Zinkus:: Ladies and gentlemen! Your NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW EXODUS PRO World Champion…….CHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIS STTTTTTTTTTTRIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKE! Strike stands up slowly and leans against the ropes, looking over at Abby Park, who lays in the middle of the ring. Clutching onto the top rope as he stares out into the stunned audience as Strike is presented the EXODUS PRO World title from ringside and moves over to the corner, standing on the second rope as streamers and confetti fill the ring. Dick Morosi:: War...it’s the only war that can remotely described what just happened. Abby Park and Chris Strike went to war tonight here in Tokyo, there isn’t a butt in a seat here tonight. Ladies and Gentleman, Chris Strike is the newly crowned EXODUS PRO World Champion...for Seth Ericson and everyone else here in Exodus Pro...we bid you goodnight and we’ll see you all back in San Diego….thank God. A couple of tears roll down Strike's cheek, as he smiles broadly, title wrapped around his waist. WINNER (and New EXODUS Pro World Champion): Chris StrikeSHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The fans in the arena explode as “You Give Love A Bad Name” by Bon Jovi begins to blast out from the speakers. Chris Strike, title belt in hand immediately turns and looks to the entrance-way where Christian Kane appears! Dick Morosi: The Handsome Drifter has made his way out here, Seth! But what does he want!? Kane answers the question instantly, pointing down at The War Machine’s newly won EXODUS Pro World Championship before making a title belt gesture across his waist. Strike glares up the ramp at the Canadian, simply walking to the ropes and raising his championship high into the air. Christian smirks, running a hand over his long blonde hair whilst Strike reminds Kane exactly who the champion is. Seth Ericson: He wants the belt, Dick! Christian Kane wants that world title, and he has to go through The War Machine - two time champion Chris Strike to get it! Dick Morosi: And with this image we’re out of time ladies and gentlemen! This has been Repetition of Hatred! Thank you and goodnight! The final shot is from behind Kane, the camera peering over his shoulder, slowly focusing in on Chris Strike stood in the middle of the ring with his belt before the image fades to black - replaced by the EXODUS Pro signature. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 1, 2015 11:32:59 GMT -6
Just before we are about to return to ringside for the next encounter, the screen suddenly turns to static. Underneath the white noise, we hear a high pitched scream. Fractions of a second later a single image is shown. The image vanishes in the static once more, before we return to normalcy and the following contest. STRETCHER MATCH
ANDREAS LASIEWICZ vs. ZACK LIFERDavid Zinkus: The following contest...is a STRETCHER MATCH!!!! We pan over to the stretcher at ringside, the camera angles showcasing it. Dick Morosi: We warn you now, ladies and gentlemen...this one isn’t going to be one for the faint of heart. Seth Ericson: The papers have been signed, the mental tests have been done, things are clear and we are going to have ourselves a little stretcher match tonight...and it’s not going to be pretty by any means. The crowd gasp in awe as they hear a loud shriek over the PA system as the lights begin to dim. The big screen springs to life, showing the image of silvery white feathers falling to a backdrop of intense flame. The show footage focuses on the screen, a figure of a mighty bird of prey clawing out with vicious, razor sharp talons, unaffected by the inferno. It’s eyes glow a fearful and bright gold, turning to crimson red as it seemingly flies out from the screen making the crowd gasp in awe. Then there is nothing. Nothing but darkness and silence. The silence is broken, as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. The audience leaps to their feet, almost drowning out the sound of music as several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as a thick cloud of intoxicating smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The figure pauses for a moment, staring out into the audience. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. David Zinkus: Introducing first...from Krakow, Poland, weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifty-seven pounds...HE IS “THE MORNING STAR”, ANDREAAAAAAAASSSSSSS...LASIIIIIIEWIIIIICZ!!!!!!!!! As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out into the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket, pausing with a mocking crucifix pose that would infuriate a certain competitor. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face, lifting his hard earned prizes in the air for all to see. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he is looking for answers. Dick Morosi: This has been a long, long time coming and tonight, Andreas Lasiewicz is looking to do unto Zack Lifer what he has done unto many others in the past. Seth Ericson: It’s no secret that the career of “The Morning Star” was built not only on accolades but in the method to his madness when it comes to dealing with his enemies...and tonight? There won’t be any particular rules that can stop him from inflicting as much punishment as he wants. 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. Heroic hues floated over the entrance, the ramp and the audience itself. Audible, loud boos are heard at Korakuen Hall as the sounds of the first few words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire 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, most of the crowd on their feet. From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive 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 and proceed to boo the living hell out of it, the camera panning to a sign that says “I FLEW 10,000+ MILES TO SEE ZACK LIFER GET HAMMERED IN THE FACE...LIKE, A LOT!” Adorned in a tan colored open sweatshirt, the zipper at the very bottom as he made his way down the steps with an unspoken purpose you could just see written on his face. It goes without saying that the “Archangel” himself wore the signature match just beneath his nose, an intimidating gate in the hard metal that spoke volumes to his mentality. A few people attempted to reach for high-fives, however, he casually refused without a word, his sharp unrelenting eyes fixated on the ring instead. David Zinkus: And his opponent...from Tucson, Arizona and weighing in at two hundred and two pounds...HE IS “THE ARCHANGEL”...ZACK LIIIIIIIIIIIIFER!!! ]Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything<? 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 confidence in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more, the steel steps in his visage. His eyes flicker to the entrance way as he trudges up the first couple steps, not looking forward as he takes in the sight of the curtain for just a couple seconds with an intense look in his eye as if in deep thought at the time, the gears clearly turning. As he 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 in 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. Don't you care to see the difference I've made? 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 cheers of the crowd with a literal blast, the firework shooting by swiftly in the backdrop. His chocolate brown eyes searched the excited crowd, a smirk rising to his lips once more before heading to his corner, the sounds fading mid-lyric as he impatiently waits for the bell to finally ring, a hand reaching for the back of his head to remove the mask from his face while Andreas Lasiewicz leans back against the opposite turnbuckle, arms stretched wide and hands holding on to the ropes, a look of pure hatred emanating from his face. Seth Ericson: Well, well, well, look who’s finally back out of the asylum and trying to act like everything’s normal with being back inside of an EXODUS ring... Dick Morosi: Ladies and gentlemen, Zack Lifer is a twisted, sick individual who was granted an opportunity by EXODUS Pro staff and staff at Blackthorn Asylum. This man put his hands on Heather Halliwell when she tried talking sense to him and thanks to him, we have no idea when or if we will see Anastasia Starling back inside of a wrestling ring...and believe me, in all my years of commentating, I’ve never seen somebody as sadistic and tormented as Zack Lifer! Seth Ericson: One thing's for sure...only one of these two is leaving under their own willpower tonight. The bell rings...and Zack Lifer immediately darts forward, swinging for the fences and catching Andreas Lasiewicz with a kick right between the legs, surprising “The Morning Star” and just about everybody else inside of Korakuen Hall, as the crowd...well, they boo. Viciously. They’re not even making a conscious effort to gasp or hide it, they are straight up booing Zack Lifer as he grabs onto the stunned Lasiewicz by his locks of hair and begins punching away at him with closed-fists, referee Dan Arnouil can’t do anything other than watch given the no-rules nature of this bout. It doesn’t take Lifer too long to start adding in headbutts to his arsenal of attacks until he has Andreas backed into the corner before walking to the center of the ring, looking out at the crowd with a maniacal look on his face, screaming “YOU MADE ME DO THIS! ALL YOU MADE ME DO THIS!!!” before coming back running and connecting with a running forearm to Andreas’ face before continuing to stomp away at the man, drawing out further boos. He eventually irish whips Lasiewicz fiercely onto the opposite turnbuckle, causing Andreas to go chest-first into it with the impact sending him bouncing back a step or two, where Zack Lifer grabs on to his back and Lasiewicz’s left leg, before swinging him around and connecting with a massive sidewinder suplex that gets a gasp of awe from the crowd at the prowess! Dick Morosi: The Freudian Slip has been given to Andreas Lasiewicz and we are seeing Lifer try to swing for the fences early here, almost as if he realizes he doesn’t have much time… Seth Ericson: Given everything he has done to Andreas Lasiewicz and those close to him...in his shoes, I’d be trying to put an end to the man as soon as possible before he even dare catch a second wind. Lifer quickly slips to the outside of the ring, going under the apron and pulling out an entire trash container with various weapons within it, sliding that onto the ring before reaching back down and grabbing on to a kendo stick before returning to the ring with it, a sadistic grin growing on his lips as he mumbles to himself, goosebumps seen on his skin as he stalks Andreas Lasiewicz like a predator and then begins to wail away at him with the kendo stick, making sure he’s not getting anywhere outside of being on all fours while trying to stand up. After two swift shots delivered to Andreas’ back, Lifer backs off, looking at the crowd and extending his arms out, mocking the crowd once again before taking the kendo stick with both hands and turning around, a full power swing from it directed right at Lasiewicz’s skull… But “The Morning Star” catches the bamboo blade directed at him with both hands to the crowd’s amazement, as they rise to their feet at the same time that Andreas Lasiewicz does, the cameraman catching a look of pure, seething hatred emanating from the Polish Spirit. Dick Morosi: HE CAUGHT IT! HE CAUGHT THE KENDO STICK! Seth Ericson: ...Okay, this is now totally like one of my Japanese animes… Dick Morosi: Aren’t they just cartoons, Seth? Seth Ericson: No Dick...it’s called anime. And it’s an art form! With the grin widening, Lifer tries to push forward to break off the kendo stick from Andreas’ grip but he fails as Andreas parries the bamboo weapon to the side, bringing Lifer off balance as he quickly lets it go and he then connects to Lifer’s skull with a huge Polish Hammer that knocks “The Archangel” right down to the mat. Gritting his teeth and sucking up the pain from the initial cheap shot/rude awakening he got, Andreas proceeds to lift Lifer back to his feet to bring him down with another Polish Hammer before standing him up for a second time and deciding he’s just going to wail away at the man with closed fist punches. Eventually, Lifer does begin to respond by throwing some punches as well but for every one punch he manages, Lasiewicz is ahead of him by three and it causes Zack to lose footing until he is damn near dazed by the ropes with a fat lip and blood dripping down from his mouth to show for it. And yet, even as Andreas Lasiewicz pushes him against the ropes, tying his arms up against them and begins to hammer away at the exposed Zack Lifer with European uppercuts while the referee tries to free one of the arms, there is one thing that doesn’t change in Zack Lifer… The ear-to-ear grin plastered across his bloody face. Seth Ericson: Dude lost his marbles. Let’s just call it like it is. Dick Morosi: He may be smiling right now, but if Andreas keeps on the attack like this, that smile might be missing some teeth by the end of the night. After the flurry of European uppercuts, Andreas glances to his left at the trash can that Lifer brought into play earlier and some of the items scattered from it as he goes to the can, emptying it out and bringing out a particular item from it...a road sign with the words “PROPERTY OF #ZERIJO”, a sign which Lasiewicz looks at with a hint of annoyance at the face of TAFKA Prince Kamijo and Zero McHannon that is plastered on said sign...y’know, before he blasts it upside Zack Lifer’s head...not once, not twice, but three times until denting the damn thing before tossing it aside. He returns to the contents of the trash can, emptying it out before bringing the trash can itself...only to get caught by a desperation flying forearm from Zack Lifer, who just managed to get himself freed from the ropes, causing both men to go down to the mat with Andreas dropping the trash can just before impact. Andreas was the first of the two back to his feet but as he attempted to bring Lifer back up, “The Archangel” took advantage of an opportunity and nailed Andreas with a drop toe hold, as “The Morning Star” landed right onto the trash can to a large gasp of the crowd. Stumbling back to his feet with the help of the ropes and still feeling the effects of the beating that’s been put on him, Lifer positioned himself and got his bearings back, mumbling to himself and beckoning Lasiewicz to return to his feet before he bolted out of the corner like a bat out of hell and came out with a front dropkick right to the back of Andreas’ neck of the likes you’d see in a John Woo movie, sending him back down to the mat. While Andreas held on to his neck and recovered from the sudden blunt force trauma to it, Zack looked among the scattered items from the trash can for a few moments, finally finding the one thing he wanted the most out of them...a small bag, which he proceeded to open and where he poured its various contents out into the mat as the crowd gasped in awe and horror, some even APPLAUDING given the contents inside of it as Zack madly spread them around the mat to scatter them further. Dick Morosi: Oh my God, Zack Lifer just found thumbtacks. Seth Ericson: This could get ugly fast, Dick. Really fast. Lifer has a gleeful, child-like smile on his face as he finishes spreading the thumbtacks, returning to grab the kendo stick that was left behind from his earlier attack and using it to make sure Andreas can’t come at him in full by whacking him across the back a few times with the foreign object before grabbing to Lasiewicz by the head with his free hand and dragging him near the thumbtacks. He forces Andreas up to his knees and adds in another kendo stick shot across the back of “The Morning Star” before tossing the kendo stick up in the air, screaming once again that this entire audience and the world “made him do this” before he takes some quick steps back and bolts off the corner again looking for a jumping Forced Suicide knee...but Andreas has the instinct to get himself up enough and grab Zack Lifer to the amazement of the crowd as he elevates “The Archangel” in the air in a clear, electric chair position as Lifer desperately begins to throw closed-fists towards the head and neck of Lasiewicz...all as “The Morning Star” begins to turn around in a 180 motion and the crowd realizes EXACTLY what is going to happen as Andreas then takes about three steps forward...and DROPS to the mat, as Zack Lifer engages into a fight with gravity in the process and loses miserably! Dick Morosi: JUTRZENKA’S WRATH! JUTRZENKA’S WRATH!!!! Seth Ericson: ON THE FRIGGIN’ THUMBTACKS!!!!!!!! The crowd is on their feet, gasping and roaring in approval of this sudden and yet violent maneuver as Zack Lifer is SHIVERING in shock at the impact of the move and the fact there’s an ungodly amount of thumbtacks all over his back, hips, back of his arms and well, the cameras showcase the damage in full and it doesn’t look pretty by any means as he cries out in pain, screaming it as Andreas Lasiewicz’s grin is now the one from ear-to-ear as he takes in the scene before mounting Zack Lifer, pushing him down and putting his hands around the man’s throat, squeezing for dear life while staring down “The Archangel,” much like Zack Lifer stared down Heather Halliwell so many months ago while doing the exact same thing. The crowd at Korakuen Hall recognizes this and even they can’t help but a round of applause for this particular brand of justice being executed in full. Dick Morosi: HE’S CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF ZACK LIFER!!! Seth Ericson: YOU KNOW VERY WELL THAT ANDREAS IS DOING THIS FOR WHAT LIFER DID TO HEATHER!!!! Andreas continues to choke him down, watching as Lifer begins to turn a different shade altogether before finally letting go of him (y’know, after referee Dan Arnouil screamed at Lasiewicz about five times to stop trying to attempt an actual murder of the man). As “The Morning Star” stood up, he looked down at Lifer, attempting to get oxygen back into his lungs, and the words “now you know how my love felt…” escaped him before he...made his way through the ropes and onto the outside of the ring, where he proceeded to make his way towards the stretcher as the crowd applauded the notion. All Andreas did with it was position it close to the ring apron before making his way around the ring, motioning for David Zinkus to move and grabbing the steel chair in which the announcer sat himself in to another loud cheer while folding it. He slides inside of the ring with the chair, watching at this point as Zack Lifer is crawling towards the ropes, a bloody and battered man at this point. Lasiewicz stalks “The Archangel,” kicking aside thumbtacks in his path and watching as Zack Lifer clings on to the ropes for dear life and as he tries to rise up to his feet… CRACK! goes the chair onto the back of Lifer’s head, knocking him forward and face-first to the mat, completely and utterly DONE! Seth Ericson: HO-LY [BEEP]! Dick Morosi: YOU COULD HEAR THIS SHOT ECHO JUST ABOUT ANYWHERE IN THE ARENA! But Andreas looks to be nowhere near done as with his left hand, he grabs on to the locks of Zack Lifer’s hair and forces him up to a kneeling position before stepping back, taking the chair in both hands and bringing it down across his skull once again - CRACK! Lifer slumps backward this time, this shot busting him open at the forehead as crimson red blood begins to drip down the side of his face. However, “The Morning Star” isn’t done yet as he brings Lifer back to that same kneeled position - making sure this time that his unconscious body won’t let him fall down again by dragging him back up to his feet in full, pulling him up close and uttering the words “and now, you will understand how the Songbird felt” before giving Lifer a strong enough push to cause the man to bounce against the ropes and take just enough of a step forward on the push back to be on the receiving end of a third chair shot to the skull, denting the entire damned thing in the process - CRACK!Dick Morosi: Three vicious, brutal chair shots! Three shots of the same variety that Anastasia Starling suffered at the hands of Zack Lifer weeks ago! Seth Ericson: Andreas Lasiewicz always pays his debts, Dick...and hell, this is proof of it. Thank God he’s going for that stretcher now because otherwise, we’re so getting sued. As mentioned by Seth Ericson, at this point, Andreas has dropped the chair and begins to drag Lifer’s unconscious, bloody, thumbtacked carcass towards the stretcher. He makes his way out of the ring first once close to the ropes and from the outside, he proceeds to place Lifer onto the stretcher itself, securing him to it as a measure of making sure his unconscious self doesn’t fall off the damned thing while he’s wheeling him off. With a cold, calculated stare on his face, Andreas Lasiewicz begins the gradual climb up the ramp while wheeling the stretcher, as the audience at Korakuen Hall emerges to their feet the closer he gets to the line established to cross in order to win. It doesn’t take very long for Andreas Lasiewicz to do so, cheers emanating from Korakuen Hall as the bell finally rings. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...“THE MORNING STAR”, ANDREAAAAAAAASSSSSSS...LASIIIIIIEWIIIIICZ!!!!!!!!! WINNER: Andreas LasiewiczDick Morosi: It was a brutal and violent affair from the start, but just as promised, Andreas Lasiewicz has brought Zack Lifer to justice for his past actions and paid the debt in full! Seth Ericson: The undefeated Pay-Per-View streak continues but most importantly, Zack Lifer gets to go back to the nutty house in a damn near bodybag...and Andreas isn’t stopping here… In fact, Andreas Lasiewicz doesn’t stick around for the PA starting to play his theme music or to take in the joyous occasion of his victory. Instead, he wheels off Zack Lifer himself through the curtains and makes his way throughout Korakuen Hall with the cameras following his every movement until they arrive at an area where there is an ambulance with its open doors waiting...and once he sees it, he gives the stretcher one hefty push and lets gravity do the rest, as it crashes against a pair of EMT’s who stop it from hitting the ambulance itself - the men going immediately to work on properly securing Zack Lifer and treating his injuries while Andreas Lasiewicz walks away from the scene and we move on elsewhere. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 1, 2015 11:31:49 GMT -6
We cut to backstage where Tom Matheny has caught up with “The Huntress” Ruby Tyler, who is on her way out to the ring for her match. Tom Matheny: Hey, Ruby! So how does it feel to be on your first iPPV event with EXODUS Pro? Ruby Tyler: It’s really incredible. There’s so much talent here, and just to be part of this show, with Fiona and Sally… this is the biggest opportunity of my career to date. And I gotta be honest, I’m looking forward to getting a crack at the Daughters of Janus again. That Family is dangerous, they need to be stopped, and we’re just the team to get the job done. Tom Matheny: Well, obviously the reputations of Fiona Collins and Sally Talfourd speak for themselves. Do you feel intimidated at all heading into the ring with them? I mean, compared to them… Ruby laughs. Ruby Tyler: Yeah, I know. On paper it’s kind of, one of these things is not like the other. Trust me, that’s something I’ve been dealing with since this match first got announced. But this isn’t just some random teaming. Fiona and I have become really good friends, and there’s a lot that I can learn from both her and Sally. The two of them are challenging me to rise to their level, and we’ll see if I’ve met that challenge in the ring tonight. Tom Matheny: It’s great to see that level of confidence in such a young competitor. Speaking of young competitors, any comments about your... friend Jackie Fowler’s performance during the Pacific Coast match? Ruby Tyler: I’m happy that they gave him that shot, and I have a feeling it’s going to be the first of many. He’s got a lot of talent, and I’m looking forward to seeing what else he’ll do. Tom Matheny: Any answer to the questions that have been going around about the relationship between you two? Ruby Tyler: It is what it is, Tom, and it’s no one’s business but ours. Can we go back to talking about something important, like the fact that I’m about to tear one creepy-ass family to shreds alongside two of the most accomplished wrestlers in this company? Tom Matheny: ...Uh. Yeah. Sure. Ruby Tyler: Thanks. Listen, it’s been great talking to you, but I gotta head out. Can’t keep my team waiting. We’ll catch up soon. Tom Matheny: ...Okay then. The camera cuts back to the ring, where the match is about to begin. TRIOS MATCH
FIONA COLLINS, SALLY TALFOURD, & RUBY TYLER vs. MARA & THE DAUGHTERS OF JANUSDavid Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a Six Person Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her. David Zinkus: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is Sally! Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match. David Zinkus: And her partner... 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. She casts weary glance to Sally, and keeps a bit of distance from her. David Zinkus: From Barstow, California, USA, weighing in at 135lbs, “The Huntress” RUBY TYLEEEERRRRR!... And their partner... 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 their partner, from Portlandia, Oregon, USA, 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 Ruby, then Sally, she stares on, focused and prepared. David Zinkus: And now, introducing their opponents... The lights in the arena black out as a flashing image comes onto the EXOScreen...  As soon as the pulse of electronic drums kick in, the crowd notices a woman standing at the entrance way wearing a kabuki mask and a long black and blue robe. To either side of stands a woman, both identical in features and dress. Slowly they make their way down the aisle as "Reach for the Dead" by Boards of Canada continues to play, the crowd continues to stir and make a reaction as the women walk toward the ring. The masked woman hops up onto the apron and grabs the ropes, whilst the identical women climb up besides her. The masked woman places her back against the rope before flipping in and landing on her feet, removing her kabuki mask and ripping it off, instantly spitting out black mist, whilst the other two women step in between the top and middle ropes behind her. When the crowd realizes this is none other than the entity known as mara, the reaction becomes more negative as she looks out at the crowd for a moment without a sign of emotion on her face, before standing up and going to her respective corner, as the twins remove her robe and help her prepare for the match. David Zinkus: At a combined weight of 404lbs, they are mara, and The Daughters of Janus, Athena and Mineva. Ladies and Gentlemen, they are the FAMILLLYYYY!!! Dick Morosi: mara’s “Family” have caused nothing but trouble and chaos since surfacing in EXODUS, leading to this match. Seth Ericson: I never thought I’d see the day when Fiona Collins and Sally Talfourd would set foot on the same side of a ring again. Dick Morosi: Add to that equation Ruby Tyler, who’s made some massive waves since her debut, and we may finally have a team who can stop the Family’s march. Katie Hanneman stands in between the two teams, and signals for them to enter their first competitor. Before Fiona or Sally have a chance to react, Ruby steps up, assuring the pair she’s ready. As she cracks her knuckles, the members of the Family look at each other and nod, the Daughters of Janus leaving the ring, and mara stepping to the centre. The pair begin to circle each other, and Ruby raises her hands, edging towards mara looking to lock up, smile on her face. mara replies with a twisted smile of her own, charging forward and letting loose a blinding barrage of punches. Ruby throws her hands up in self defence, entering a boxing guard to shield herself from the onslaught. As mara eases off, Ruby lowers her guard for just a moment, only to be met by a lightning quick Spinning Heel Kick from mara, sending her crashing to the mat towards the Family’s corner. Dick Morosi::“Massive start from mara there, looking to prove herself the better brawler in this match up. Ruby quickly climbs back to her feet, only to be taken straight down by a Leg Lariat from a charging mara. She grabs Ruby, applying an Inverted Facelock and wrenching it up into a Dragon Sleeper. Athena leans in, and gets a blind tag in on mara’s shoulder. Once Athena is in the ring, mara releases the hold, allowing Athena to pull Ruby up to her feet by her tights as mara leaves the ring. Locking in Tyler up, Athena hauls a struggling Ruby into position before bringing her straight back down with a Reverse Russian Legsweep. Ruby’s hand shoots to her neck, as Athena climbs straight back up to a vertical base. Athena pulls Ruby up once more, only to be caught by surprise as Tyler reaches up and takes her down over her shoulder with a Snapmare. With Athena on the mat, Ruby quickly locks in a Sleeper Hold, trying to force the air out of her assailant. Athena seems unfazed, as she slowly makes her way upright, an eerie calm on her face, Ruby hanging on for dear life, refusing to release the Sleeper. At her feet, Athena struggles, before charging backwards, ramming Ruby back first into her own corner, forcing her to release the hold. Sally takes the opportunity to blind tag herself in, climbing up the turnbuckle as Ruby drops to the floor. As Athena turns around to continue her assault on Ruby, Sally flies off the top turnbuckle with a Missile Dropkick, sending the twin down to the ground as Ruby desperately rolls out of the ring. Seth Ericson: She may be cunning, but that rookie mistake has handed the Last Magician the advantage. Athena starts to sit up, only for Sally to apply a Grounded Headlock. Athena struggles against the hold, managing to force herself up to her hands and knees, but Sally responds by tightening her grip. This doesn’t deter Athena, repeating the trick she pulled with Ruby and managing to make her way back upright. Sally quickly releases the hold, eager to not suffer Ruby’s fate, only to be caught as Athena spins around and catches her with a Spinning Backfist, sending Sally flying to the mat. Dick Morosi: Spinning Back Fist! That move’s right out of the Collins family playbook! I don’t even know if Sally knows where she is after that one.” Athena looks down at the stricken Sally. Reaching down, she hauls her up off the floor by her hair, before sending her straight back down with a massive Leg Hook Saito Suplex. Athena laughs, and runs to the ropes. As she does so, both mara and Minerva quickly enter the ring, following Athena into the ropes. Athena rebounds back, and hits Randy with a Running Leg Drop. She rolls off, as Minerva quickly follows with an Elbow Drop of her own. Finally, mara charges back with a Rolling Thunder. All three women stand, and raise their hands in the air, each letting loose an evil laught. mara lets loose a couple of quick stomps on the fallen Sally, before Katie Hanneman forces her back, bodily. With Katie’s attention distracted, Athena and Minerva switch places, with Athena leaving the ring with mara. Seth Ericson: The Daughter Of Janus have pulled the switch, and Hanneman’s none the wiser! Towering over her opponent, Minerva pulls Sally up to her feet, chucking her arm over her shoulder, and lifting Sally up into the air, before bringing her crashing to the mat with a Brainbuster. Minerva quickly scales the tunbuckle, following seamlessly with a Somersault Leg Drop, causing Sally to double up in pain. She hooks the leg, and goes for the pin. ONE TWO Kickout! Dick Morosi:: Minerva may have the benefit of the Family’s cohesive fighting style, but it’ll take more than that to take the magic out of Sally Talfourd. Minerva climbs to her feet, Sally struggling up with her. As Sally starts to stand, up on one knee, Minerva quickly steps off of Sally’s knee, cracking her in the jaw with a Shining Wisdom! Sally lies on the floor, clutching her face, as Minerva stands over her. As she rolls around in pain, she rolls over to the ring ropes. She starts to climb to her feet using the ropes, but Minerva climbs the ropes and springboards off the ropes next to him, resulting in a Somersault Leg Drop to Sally’s back. Minerva picks Sally up by the back of the neck, up to her feet, before sending her back down with a Sitout Mat Slam, quickly hooking the leg for the pin. ONE TW- Kickout! Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd may have been out of the picture for a bit, but it’ll take a lot more than that to put her away. Minerva springs to her feet, and quickly runs to her corner, tagging in mara as Sally struggles to her feet. Both wommen nod to each other, charging the rising Sally before sending her crashing down with a Double Dropkick. Janus quickly slides out of the ring as mara goes for a Headlock. Sally manages to reverse the hold, grabbing mara’s arm and twisting it, wrenching the arm. She grasps her by the wrist, wrenching it up, and dragging her to her corner. She tags in Fiona, who swings in between the ropes, quickly taking mara down as Sally releases the hold with an Enzuigiri. She quickky goes for the pin. ON- Kickout! Seth Ericsson: Here we go! It was always going to come to this, mara and Fiona taking each other on in the middle of this ring. Undeterred, Fiona goes straight for an Inverted Facelock as mara sits up, wrenching the neck as she does so. Fiona hooks her legs around her, coupling the hold with Body Scissors as well. Looking for purchase, she squeeze with her legs, forcing mara to try and struggle free of the hold. She manages to pull one of the legs free. Fiona quickly responds by adjusting her position, rotating her body and locking in a Short Armbar. mara fights the hold, rocking on her back. Slowly she sits, Fiona still holding on, before climbing to her feet, standing almost upright, Fiona still hanging down on her arm, head resting on the mat. Slowly, mara edges a boot over to her head, bringing it down in a quick stomp, forcing her to break the hold. As she tries to roll away, she follows up with two quick stomps to her back, before helping her to her feet. Once upright, she grasps either side of her head, blowing Collins a kiss, before rapidly brings her head to meet Fiona’s, resulting in a Headbutt. Somehow, Fiona doesn’t go down, staying on her feet, one leg splayed for balance. mara spots this, and closes in, taking her down with an Enzuigiri. She drags Fiona up, and pushes her into the ropes. She cracks her knuckles, sizes her up, and runs for the opposite ropes. She quick tags Minerva as she hits the ropes, rebounds off, comes back, only for Fiona to drop to the mat, pulling down the middle rope, sending mara flying to the outside. Seeing Minerva on the way in, Fiona quickly escapes to her own corner, tagging in Ruby. Dick Morosi: Fiona needs a couple of minutes to recover here, smartly tagging in Ruby to meet the fresher member of the Family team! [b[Seth Ericson:[/b] Fiona choosing the greener Ruby there over the experience of Sally Talfoud. I can’t help but feel there’s still bad blood between these two. The two women quickly circle each other, before Minerva lashes out with a Knife-Edge Chop. With Ruby caught off guard, she grabs one of her wrists, wrenching it behind her back in a Hammerlock. Quickly, Ruby reaches over her shoulder, locking a Three-Quarter Facelock, before falling to a sitting position, completing the Stunner. Minerva staggers back, and Ruby charges in, hitting Minerva with a Forearm. Undeterred, Minerva responds with a Forearm of her own. Ruby quickly changes tactics, lashes out with The Boomstick, causing Minerva to reel back, clutching at her face. Seth Ericson: Hail, to Ruby’s Boomstick! Inverted Stomp Facebreaker to that Janus Daughter there, I think Ruby may have broken her nose! Heck, I hope so, then maybe I can tell them apart. Smiling, Ruby runs over, and goes for a Bicycle Kick, only for Minerva to dodge to the side, before quickly taking Ruby down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Minerva stands, and stares at the fallen Ruby. He grabs a handful of Ruby’s hair, and pulls her to her feet. Looking out at the crowd, she places Ruby between her legs, leans over and tags mara back in, before reaching over and lacing her arms around one of Ruby’s legs. She goes to lift her into position for the Fall of Janus, but Ruby blocks it, before standing up quickly, launching Minerva off of her back with a Back Body Drop, sending Minerva rolling all the way out of the ring. Ruby quickly runs to the ropes before mara can catch her, before hitting Minerva with a Slingshot Crossbody to the outside. Minerva takes the full impact, and is left lying on the floor, fighting to get her breath back, as Ruby gets back to her feet. mara slides out of the ropes chasing after Ruby. Ruby runs around the corner, sliding into the ring and tagging in Sally as she goes. mara doesn’t see the tag, and slides in behind Ruby, only to be caught off guard as Sally grabs her from behind, taking her down with a Running Bulldog. Dick Morosi: Plenty of people may have questioned Ruby’s inclusion in a match like this, but to lure a veteran like mara into a trap like takes some skill, that’s for sure. Minerva has gotten to her feet, and slowly makes her way back to her corner. mara gets to her feet, as Sally goes to rebound off the ropes. mara ducks, only for Sally to leapfrog her. As she comes back, mara goes for a Hip Toss, only for Sally to block it, before following into a Japanese Arm Drag of her own. mara crawls into a corner to catch her breath, as Sally takes stock in the centre of the ring. Eyeing up mara in the corner, she moves in, letting loose a quick stomp. She pulls mara up, before taking her by the leg and placing her in the centre of the mat with a Dragon Screw. She quickly climbs the turnbuckle, pausing a moment to gather her bearings, before diving from the top and connecting with a Diving Moonsault. She hooks the leg straight off for the pin. ONE T- Kickout! Dick Morosi: mara’s too fresh for that. Seth Ericcson: Sally’s going to have to dig deeper than that to get this finished. Sally pulls mara to her feet, and drags her to the corner, tagging in Fiona. Sally holds mara in an Abdominal Stretch for her, as she kicks mara in the gut. She sits mara’s head on her shoulder, and signals for the Soul Calier. mara quickly counters, lifting her off the ground, and charges her the length of the ring chest first into the Family’s corner post. Athena tags in on mara’s shoulder, and climbs in. mara drops to the mat and rolls out under the ropes, whilst Athena hits her with a Dropkick in the corner. She grabs her by the shoulder, pulling her up to her feet. She hits a quick Forearm, before Fiona quickly catches him with a sidekick to the chin. As Athena staggers back, Fiona runs forward and locks in a Headlock. Athena uses her momentum against her, and the force of the ring ropes, to send her running across the ring. Before hitting the ropes she launches into a handstand, leaning into the ropes before springboarding back and hitting Athena with a Back Elbow Smash as she charges after her. She bounces off the adjacent ropes, bouncing over Athena on the mat. Athena is quickly back up to standing, and leap frogs over her as she charges. Athena lands and rolls onto her back, feet high, but Fiona vaults over her, landing in a forward roll. Both back on their feet, Athena leans back into the ropes to gain momentum, whilst Fiona does a cartwheel, using the momentum from that to hit Athena with a Crossbody as he comes off the ropes. She quickly gets her up and forces her to her corner, tagging in Ruby. Dick Morosi: They may not be a team, formally, but Fiona, Ruby and Sally are holding their own against the Family here.” Ruby forces Athena into the centre of the ring, and slaps her. In response, Athena quickly locks on a Headlock, before Ruby counters and forces her into the ring ropes. Athena rebounds, and Ruby sidesteps. As Athena comes back, Ruby goes for a Hip Toss. Athena blocks, going for a Hip Toss of her own, but Ruby reverses that taking Athena down to the mat with an Armbar. mara quickly climbs into the ring, and breaks the hold with a stomp to Ruby’s head. mara picks up Ruby, whilst Katie Hanneman shouts at her to return to her corner, and whips Ruby into the ropes. mara goes for a Samoan Drop, but Ruby flips up and over her shoulders, landing on her feet. She goes for mara, but Athena is back on her feet, and locks Ruby in a Full Nelson. Mara charges, but Ruby slips out of the hold, and hits Athena with the Forearm Smash she intended for Ruby. Ruby charges up behind mara as she looks down grief stricken at her “daughter”, tipping her up and out of the ring, and starts laying stomps into the stricken Athena. He grabs Athena by an arm, dragging her to the ropes. She delivers an Irish Whip, sending her rebounding off the opposite ropes, and catches her on the return with an Olympic Slam. Grabbing Athena by the hair, she leans to her corner and tags in Sally. Both women grab Athena firmly, before sending her to the floor with a Double STO. Ruby gets up and climbs out, whilst Sally whips Athena into the ropes again, where Minerva blind tags her, before Sally catches her as she comes back with an Implant Buster. Sally goes for a pin. Seth Ericsson: Sally trying to end this, not realising whichever Janus sister that is is not currently the legal woman! Dick Morosi: But Katie Hanneman sure noticed, that’s why she’s not stopping Minerva. Minerva is in the ring, and breaks up the pin with a Soccer Kick to Sally’s head. She grabs Sally by the shoulders, and lifts her straight up to her feet, before forcing her into the corner with force. She lets rip with a Knife-Edge Chop, lighting up Sally’s chest. She follows this with a massive overhead slap to Talfourd’s chest, almost making Sally’s chest glow. She goes for an Irish Whip, trying to send Sally to the opposite corner. Sally reverses this, sending Minerva running, before chasing after her. Minerva lands in the corner back first, and meets the oncoming Sally with a powerful Single Leg Dropkick, sending h45 right down to the mat. Sally clutches her face, whilst Minerva quickly closes in on her. She pulls Sally up, and locks her up for a Vertical Suplex, but Sally blocks it. Minerva tries again, but Sally blocks it again, this time going to her knees. Minerva, confused, kneels, only to be met by a Kneeling DDT. Minerva on the deck, Sally goes for a Grounded Headlock. Undeterred, Minerva fights back to her feet, and throws Sally off him. Both women, on their feet, stop and stare at each other for a moment. Dick Morosi: Neither woman here able to get the edge over her opponent. Both women, eyes on one another the whole time, retreat to their corners, and tag out. Minerva brings in mara, whilst Sally tags to Fiona. Both hit the ring, and start circling one another. mara stops, and points to her chin, inviting Fiona to take a shot. Unsure, she shakes her. mara, unrelenting, still invites the shot, leaving her guard wide open. Looking to her corner for advice, Fiona suddenly breaks into a full sprint, only to be met by mara taking her down with a She Wants Revenge. Seth Ericsson: mara with that big Spinning Sitout Jawbreaker taking Fiona down. Wait, what’s this? She quickly grabs a leg, turning Fiona over in a Single Leg Boston Crab. She reaches over, and tags Athena back in. Athena grabs the other leg, applying her own Single Leg Boston Crab, completing the Angel City Arch! mara taking Minerva’s normal position, they both pull back on the legs, putting strain in Fiona’s back. Katie starts to count, with mara releasing the hold on the three, before rolling out of the ring. Athena picks her up, whilst Minerva tags herself in, climbing to the top turnbuckle straight away. Athena picks Fiona up in an Electric Chair, and Minerva jumps off the top rope, taking Fiona off her sister’s shoulders with a Missile Dropkick. Dick Morosi: And this is where the team experience of these wommen takes charge. Keeping each other fresh, double team moves, keeping the opponents separated from one another. Minerva goes for the pin. ONE TWO THR- Kickout! Seth Ericson: Fiona is hurting hard now, but she’s just not willing to give up. Minerva picks the woman up, and powers her back into the Family corner, tagging in Athena. Athena grabs her by the head, and walks her to the adjacent corner, ramming her head into the top pad. She goes for the Irish Whip across the ring, but Fiona reverses, sending her back first into the corner. As she charges after her, Athena catches her with a rope assisted Front Dropkick, sending her backwards. She uses the momentum to force herself up to the top, before jumping off and taking Fiona down with a Missile Dropkick. She goes for the pin. ONE TWO THR- Kickout! Dick Morosi: Fiona is hanging in there with everything she has. She’s determined to prove she has what it takes to take down her twisted sister-in-law. Athena takes Fiona by the hair, pulls her to her feet, and drags her to her corner, tagging in Minerva. Athena gets kicks Fiona in the small of the knee, forcing her to a kneeling position. As her sister charges forward, she drops low, hitting a Sweep Kick as Minerva simultaneously hits with a Step-Up Knee Strike. Dick Morosi: Shining Wisdom! The Family are dominant here, the Daughters using their unnatural connection to secure the edge here. Minerva tags in mara, before both sisters slip out of the ring. mara climbs in, and pulls Fiona back up to her feet. She manoeuvres herself behind her, locks in an Inverted Facelock, jumps in the air and twists around her to hit with Donovan’s Brain. Dick Morosi:: “And followed up with that big Tornado Inverted DDT! Fiona’s got to be spent!” mara hooks the leg for the pin. ONE TWO THRE- Ruby comes charging out of the corner, and kicks mara in the ribs with a Low Dropkick to break up the pin. Katie regretfully forces Ruby back into her corner, as mara gets Fiona back to her feet, and back into the Famil’s corner, tagging Athena back in as she gets there. Athena quickly grabs Aria, and whips her into the opposite corner. She indicates for mara to go to the corner she just launched Fiona from. She hits Fiona with a quick Elbow Smash, grabs her once more, and whips her back to mara. mara meets the running Fiona with a quick Back Elbow, spinning her round, before hooking her up with a Full Nelson, lifting her up and bringing her down with a Danse Macabre. Seth Ericson: mara with her huge Full Nelson Reverse STO! This has to be done! Katie Hanneman forces mara out, as Athena goes for the pin, with both Minerva and mara sprinting across the ring into Ruby and Sally, knocking them both to the outside as they try to enter the ring. Katie counts. ONE TWO THRE- Shoulder up! At the last possible moment, Fiona gets out of the pin. Minerva is in a state of disbelief. The other two wpmen, now back in their corner, signal for Minerva to join them. After a few moments of discussion, Minerva tags mara back into the ring. Fiona is still lying out on the mat. mara drags her back to her feet once more, hooks her arm over her shoulder, and takes her over with The Hollow. Seth Ericson: And what a massive Ranhei from mara. Katie Hanneman should look at stopping this, I think Fiona’s out. She holds on for the pin. ONE TW- Ruby charges over again, and unleashes a massive Punt Kick that nearly takes mara’s head clean off. Whilst mara reels, Katie checking on her, Ruby drags Fiona back to their corner. Hanneman turns around and just catches Sally getting the tag in on Fiona. He also catches Ruby blind tagging herself in straight away, tapping Sally on the back as she hits the ring. mara staggers to her feet, and Sally charges at him with a full head of steam. She goes for a Body Splash, only for mara to catch him, and send her crashing down with a Spinebuster. She drops to her knees and goes for the pin, only for Ruby to follow Sally up, and break it up with a Front Dropkick before the pin even begins. Sally rolls out, and heads back to her corner. Seth Ericson: Ruby’s unusual tactics keep her teams’ hope alive here. Ruby pulls mara up to her feet quickly, before sending her straight back down with a Side Russian Legsweep. Rolling over, Ruby picks mara straight back up to her feet, never breaking the grip she has on her, before taking her back down to the mat with the U.L K. Dick Morosi: Shiranui into a Double Knee Backbreaker! The Urban Legend Killer may just have killed the legend that is mara! Ruby goes for the quick pin. ONE TWO Kickout! Seth Ericson: Ruby might be the fresher woman, but it’ll take a lot more than that to take out a ring veteran like mara.” Ruby tags in Sally, and waits for her to get in, holding mara in a Wrist Lock. Both women take an arm each, send mara running across the ring with a Double Irish Whip. mara bounces back off the opposite ropes, and is met by a Double Dropkick. Unbelievably, mara stays up as Ruby gets out, and Sally pounces on mara, getting her in a Headscissors, whilst reaching around for an arm. Seth Ericsson: Whoa boy, Sally is looking to finish this. If she locks in the Nightsleeper, mara is toast. Sally gets the Nightsleeper locked in! mara struggles against the hold. Athena dashes in, and breaks the hold with an Elbow to Sally’s head, knocking her down to the mat. Both women quickly get back to their corner as Sally holds her head, where Athena gets out of the ring. mara tags Athena back in, making her the legal woman. Athena walks over to Sally, and grabs both legs. She looks to the crowd, and turns, starting an Angel City Arch. As she turns, Sally pushes herself up, and forces Athena off of her by forcing her legs down hard. She quickly springs up to her feet, catching Athena as she reaches hers. She sends Athena to the ropes with an Irish Whip, and goes for a Hip Toss as she rebounds back. Athena reverses the move, hitting Sally with a Modified Tornado DDT. She nods to her partners, who burst into the ring, storming across and sending both Ruby and Fiona down to the outside. Athena gets a Wrist Lock on Sally, and signals for Minerva to do the same to the other arm. When done, both men lift Sally up into a crucifix type hold. mara runs into the ropes, and charges back pushing through Sally’s legs, forcing her up and over into an Assisted Double Iconoclasm. Dick Morosi: What the hell was that? That was... oh my god! mara and Minerva retreat to the outside as Athena puts Sally in a Jackknife Pin. ONE TWO THR- Out of nowhere, Ruby charges in, breaking the pin up with a Double Axe Handle, before rolling back out of the ring. Fiona comes in to back her up, not seeing she’s escaped, but is met with a Dropkick, sending her out of the ring. Athena forces Sally into the corner, signalling for Minerva to join her. She whips Sally into the opposite corner. Minerva then whips Athena after him. As Athena starts running, Minerva starts too. Sally bursts out of the corner, ducking Athena’s Lariat, and taking Minerva down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Taking advantage, she quickly springs into her corner, bringing in Fiona with a diving tag. Fiona comes in, but is met by a Forearm from Athena. Minerva gets to her feet, and joins Athena in sending her running with a Double Irish Whip. As she comes back, they go for a Double Clothesline, but she ducks under. She jumps up as she reaches the ropes, and springboards off, catching both women with a Springboard Cross Body as they turn to face her. Fatigued, she goes for a pin on both women, sprawled across the chest of both women. ONE Double Kickout! She gets to her feet, as Minerva rolls out the ring and mara charges her. She sends her flying back to the ropes with a hard Shoulder Block, before running to the opposite ropes. She takes advantage of the momentum to come back with a Handspring Shinigami to the rapidly advancing mara, sending her out of the ring. Fiona spies her on the outside, and leaps the ropes, landing on the apron. She quickly tags in Ruby, and before mara can fully regain her senses, she springboards again, hitting an Asai Moonsault to her on the outside. Both competitors are on the floor, not fully with it. Seth Ericson:: This is why I hate Six Person Tag Matches. Who’s legal now? Dick Morosi:I believe it’s Ruby Tyler and Athena Janus. Or maybe Minerva. That one, in the ring. As Ruby gets in, Athena meets her with an Elbow Smash, followed rapidly by another one. She locks her up, and sends her to the corner with an Irish Whip. Athena charges, but is met by a knee to the gut from Ruby. She grabs Athena’s head, and climbs the turnbuckle, still hold her head. She reaches the middle rope, before jumping off, hitting Athena with a Tornado DDT. Ruby stands, and signals the crowd, getting a roar in responses. She points the turnbuckle, eliciting a further cheer from the crowd. Vaulting the fallen Athena, she hops up to the second rope, uses the spring in the rope to bounce up to the top turnbuckle, before rebounding off of that in a Moonsault, hitting Athena with the Ode To Egon! Dick Morosi: ODE TO EGON! That big Double Jump Moonsault straight to the fallen Janus sister! Seth Ericson: Could this be it? Could Ruby have saved her team yet again? She goes for the pin. ONE TWO THR- Minerva kicks Ruby clean off of Athena with a massive Soccer Kick. Sally runs in, and charges Minerva. Minerva ducks the oncoming clothesline, spins Sally around, and hits her with a Leg Hook Saito Suplex. Ruby and Athena are both stuggling to get upright, and mara and Fiona are still trying to regain their senses. Minerva sends Sally flying into the corner, charging after her. Her attempted Body Splash is met with a rope assisted Knee Lift, sending her staggering back. As he surns back around, Sally runs out of the corner, only to be greeted by an Elbow, staggering her, and forcing her to her knees. Minerva follows up straight away, charging up, and hitting her with another Shining Wisdom. She goes for the pin. ONE TW- Kickout! Dick Morosi: The level of competition here from both teams is incredible. Minerva drags Sally to her feet, hitting her with a couple of quick Forearm shots. She runs to the ropes, rebounds back, only to be met by a Low Blow Kick from Sally. Katie Hanneman, checking on the other competitors, misses it. Sally rebounds of the ropes herself, and hits the doubled up Minerva with a Danger Zone. Seth Ericson: Minerva’s on the Highway to the Danger Zone! Big Corkscrew Neckbreaker from Sally Talfourd, and I think that should be enough to seal the deal. ONE TWO THR- mara is back in the ring, and breaks up the pin with an Elbow Drop to Sally’s back. Fiona’s back too, springboarding off the ropes again, taking mara down with a Springboard Shinigami. Fiona goes for the pin, but Katie signals that neither is the legal competitor, and she needs to get out of the ring anyway. Fiona screams in frustration, but picks up mara anyway. Sally and Minerva are laying flat on the mat, recovering their breath alongside Athena and Ruby. Fiona gets mara in a Waist Lock, but is met with a flurry of Back Elbows, forcing her to release her grip. mara locks in a Waist Lock of her own, but Fion struggles, using her flexibility to worm her way free. As she nearly accomplishes it, mara adjusts her grip to a Full Nelson. Dick Morosi: Neither of these competitors here are legal. Katie Hanneman needs to regain come control. Fiona slips out of the hold, and catches mara with a Mule Kick to the gut. She runs to the ropes, and comes back, hitting mara with Last Star To The Right! Seth Ericson: That Flipping Piledriver! We see that so rarely, and Fiona’s pulled it out of nowhere! Mara must be finished. Fiona gets to her feet, looking desperately for whoever’s legal to get the pin, only to be caught off guard, spun around and met with a Double Gut Kick from the Daughters Of Janus, doubling her up! They reach over, hooking up a leg each, before pulling her up, the dropping forward, hitting the Fall Of Janus! Dick Morosi: That huge Double Cradle Belly to Back Inverted Mat Slam! The Daughters of Janus have taken Fiona down, and hard! But here comes Ruby and Sally! Sally and Ruby take a sister each, and start throwing wild punches and elbows. The sisters, in perfect synchronisation, respond back, with brutal punches of their own! Katie Hanneman has no option but to call for the bell. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman, this match has been ceased due to a call of Double Disqualification, rendering it a No-Contest! There’s a chorus of boos from the crowd, but it doesn’t stop the action in the ring. Ruby and Sally have each forced a Janus sister into opposite corners, still unleashing wild body blows as they do. They turn, look at each other, and charge their opposite number. Ruby hits Minerva hard with a WHEEEE-don Kick, whilst on the other side of the ring Athena has dodged Sally’s Body Splash, and as Sally recoils from her impact with the top turnbuckle she hooks her up for another Leg Hook Saito Suplex! Both Ruby and Athena spy the other woman standing, and both charge forward, taking each other down in the centre of the ring with simultaneous Lariats! Everyone’s down! Dick Morosi: Finally, the fighting has ceased, and here come security and the EMTS! As the security team begins to get to the ring, mara starts to stir. Looking at the carnage around her, she starts to laugh, and suddenly... The lights go dark, for only a few moments, but when they come back up mara and the Daughters Of Janus are gone. Seth Ericson: And in no surprise to anyone, the Family have vanished. Dick Morosi: I wish I knew how they did that. My travel costs would be a thing of the past. Seth Ericson: An epic battle, and it’s just a shame we didn’t get the finish we wanted. This feud is far from other, between any of the six of these women. Dick Morosi: I wonder if fighting alongside each other has gone any way to healing the rift between Fiona and Sally? And Ruby has more than proven her worth. But we still see that the Daughters are one of the most giften tag teams we’ve ever seen here, and can anything stop mara? Seth Ericson: These questions will have to wait, as next up, Andreas Lasiewicz finally gets his hands on Zack Lifer. Dick Morosi: And trust me, if you thought this match had a lot of passion involved, this next one will blow your minds. WINNER: Double Disqualification |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 1, 2015 11:24:03 GMT -6
We come backstage, and sitting in darkness, a few lanterns lighting the room with her "family" of Brianna Singer, The Daughters of Janus, Audrey Lloris, and NoVaK (with DaVeAk included) happens to be the Allmother herself, mara. And with that, she begins to giggle as she turns to look at the camera. mara: I've been waiting for this. For the past few weeks, all I've been able to do is think about the fact that Sally Talfourd has come out of nowhere to fake her way back into the hearts and minds of fans. Like Savannah Taylor, she pretends that her sins have magically been washed away because the boogeyman known as Christum Furor is nowhere to be found. Now that she's back, she's trying to endear herself to my sister mine, not realizing that sooner or later, she's going to have to answer to her, just as she'll have to answer to me. Sally Talfourd: the only woman who could put Fiona and I on the same page. And tonight, with my family, we put an end to the Magician, the Seraph, and the Huntress. With my Daughers of Janus, the world will see both Fiona and Sally are frauds, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. And when the two of them finally prove to be oil and vinegar, they'll do one thing and one thing alone. They, like the rest of EXODUS...will reach for the dead.For we are family, and we are the ties that bind. On that, we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Seth, that was absolutely chilling. Seth Ericson: mara has proven on more than one occasion that she's deranged enough to do anything to destroy Fiona Collins. Tonight, you may wind up seeing just that. Dick Morosi: But for now, we've still got more on the path of destruction! For months, Christian Kane and Justin Brooks have been at each other's throats, and now it comes down to an International Title match here tonight, and it's next! INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. JUSTIN BROOKSDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the EXODUS Pro International Championship! ブルックス ウィル 殺す あなた The lights out. The arena is plunged into darkness as EXODUS Pro crowd rumbles with excitement as a few cellphone screens light up sprinkling throughout the darkness like fireflies. 私を倒すために、あなたが苦しむことがあります The heavy drum and bass of the "March of Death" pours through the PA system as a single spotlight shines at the entrance as from the curtain come the Big Bad Brooks, paying homage to his many months on the Japanese circuit for the KJPW. With a black hood sweatshirt with his hood up over his head, he slowly makes his way towards the ring. Unlike back in San Diego, Justin is received with cheers instead of boos, the Japanese fans of Exodus loving the return of it long-lost son. David Zinkus: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from ATLANTA, GEORGIA...weighing in tonight at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds...HE IS THE MONSTER OF THE BAY...JUSTIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN...BROOOOOOOOKSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His strides are long and slowly as he finally reaches the steel steps and climbs into the ring. Crossing the ring, he climbs the far turnbuckle and climbs to the second rung before reaching up and pulls his back just as the lights return back up to a roar of applause from the crowd. Dick Morosi: What a reaction for the “Monster of the Bay” here at Korakuen Hall! Seth Ericson: This is homefield advantage for the Big, Bad Brooks here and he’s gotta take advantage of it, because this is sending him to the back of the line if he fails to defeat the champion tonight. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks. David Zinkus: And his opponent...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in tonight at a two hundred and fifteen pounds...HE IS OUR PLOWING LORD AND SAVIOR AND HE IS THE REIGNING! DEFENDING! UNDISPUTED EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...HE IS “THE HANDSOME DRIFTER”, CHRISTIAAAAAAAANNNNNNN...KAAAAAAAAAAANEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp (while Brooks side-eyes white boy Zinkus REEEEEAL hard after that introduction), 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 females in the audience in attendance once more. After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. Dick Morosi: Christian Kane’s been making a name for himself as the International champion, but tonight is his biggest test as he gets Brooks one-on-one without a third party around. Also, did Zinkus get paid extra to do that intro? Seth Ericson: Yup, he can’t just put down Lexy Chapel and call it a day, but I truly believe in our plowing overlord to overcome this task and send Brooks to the back of the line. Also, Zinkus just told him the truth. The bell rings and both men make their way to the center of the ring, each of them talking their respective bits of smack...with Christian Kane’s mouth running the fastest and filthiest, obviously. In fact, it’s Christian who takes the first approach by reaching up and slapping Brooks with his backhand as if he were the man’s pimp and Brooks being nothing more than a ho. Obviously, this does not go well with the “Monster of the Bay,” as he grabs on to Christian’s throat with both hands and taking a step forward and LAUNCHING him like one of Kane’s inflatable sex toys into the turnbuckles, as the International champion crashes HARD against it back-first. Brooks doesn’t hesitate for a second to pounce on the opportunity by stomping away repeatedly at Christian Kane’s chest, radiating intensity with each stomp as the referee D'Artis Johnson is forced to step in there and count all the way until four to get Justin Brooks to finally back off...only for him to come right back with a running shoulder block to keep the champ at bay before bringing the International champion up by his bleached locks and following that up by nailing him with a belly-to-back suplex as the crowd politely applauds this flurry of offense they just saw from the Big, Bad Brooks. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks has literally EXPLODED right off the bat here and you can’t blame him after that blatant slap to his face. Seth Ericson: Christian Kane has said it loud and clear that he does not respect Justin Brooks nor believes he even deserves a shot at the championship right now...and welp, that feeling seems to be mutual. Brooks stomps away at Kane and slowly picks him up, asking him how good is he feeling right now talking all that trash but “The Handsome Drifter” shows he’s just getting started by replying a swift right hand that rocks the big man enough for the champion to start mounting an offense with forearms and punches, until he has Brooks near the ropes. Christian then irish whips Brooks to the ropes, leapfrogging the big man to the amazement of the Korakuen Hall audience when Justin returns and on the second run-around of the ropes, Christian goes down to the mat but keeps his feet extended, using his own strength and Brooks’ own momentum to send the big man falling to the mat with an unorthodox monkey flip that causes a round of humble applause from the crowd as Kane stands back to his feet, clapping along with them and screaming “OH NOW YOU WANT TO CHEER FOR ME, DON’T YOU?!” before shaking his head at them and returning his full-fledged focus to jumping up and nailing Brooks with an elbow drop. He stands up and continues to throw down some more elbow drops on Justin Brooks’ body on the mat before taking a few steps back, leaning lightly on the ropes before taking off in a burst of speed before jumping and nailing the “Monster of the Bay” with a knee drop. He keeps the knee on Brooks’ face, applying pressure and even grinding it against the big man’s face as referee D'Artis Johnson steps in, telling him to get the knee off and Christian does so after the ref’s count reaches the three mark. He follows suit with...well, a chinlock. Dick Morosi: And the moment Kane found an opening, he’s taken it in full and he’s now controlling the pace of this match after some unorthodox offense with the monkey flip variant. Seth Ericson: He relentlessly went after the big man’s ability to breathe with those well-placed elbows in the sternum and with the knee added in to keep him dazed, that chin lock’s doing wonders on not letting the big man rise to his feet and let the champion dictate the pace, indeed. Christian keeps a hold of the chinlock and as Brooks eventually does rise to a seated position, the big man’s reach works in his favor as he reaches upward and grabs a chunk of Kane’s bleached blond hair, beginning to yank on it and causing the man who embodies “#STUDLIFE” to let go of the hold and reel back...but before Brooks can rise, Kane comes back at the challenger with a swift low dropkick to the side of his head and immediately jumps on the cover as referee D’Artis Johnson slides into position: ONE! TWO! And just after the hand hits the mat the second time, Brooks kicks out. Kane returns to the attack with some more stomps before standing Brooks back up and using European uppercuts and forearm strikes to push him back to the ropes where he smacks him with an open-palm chop to the chest, the crowd wincing at the impact before Christian goes for another irish whip...although this time, Brooks reverses the attempt and as Christian comes back, the Big, Bad Brooks lowers his body and elevates Christian high up in the air as the International champion takes a back body drop in full. As Kane gets up again, hands holding his back at the sheer impact and pain of the last move, Justin lifts Kane off the mat again and slams him right back down to it with a scoop slam. Justin watches as Kane gradually does begin to stir and return to his feet, taking a few steps back and beckoning the International champion to return to a vertical basis as he begins swinging his right arm around and when Kane is back to his feet, Justin Brooks charges the man and damn near takes his head off with a lariat as the crowd stands up in awe and applauds this particularly strong move! Dick Morosi: LARIATOOOOOOO~!!!!!! Seth Ericson: NEEEEERRRRDDDDDDD!!!!!!!! At that point, the “Monster of the Bay” smirks and wipes his hands before covering the champion: ONE! TWO! But in a particularly smart move, Kane places his right foot onto the bottom rope near him and D'Artis Johnson sees it, pointing out the rope break to Justin Brooks, who at seeing it, just SWATS Kane’s foot off the ropes. A shout of “COUNT IT!” and another cover later… ONEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOO! TH- This time around, Christian kicks out. Dick Morosi: The momentum’s been shifting back and forth on this one since the start and now it’s Brooks in the driver’s seat after taking advantage of his own size and power from the point of that irish whip reversal. Seth Ericson: Both these guys know each other and they know what to look for, but it’s not a sprint, Dick. It’s a marathon. Justin Brooks seems ready to go at a full sprint while Christian Kane’s always been one for marathons...giggity. JB does get himself back to a standing position first, deciding to not wait for CK to do the same as he grabs him by the hair again - getting a stern warning from referee D'Artis Johnson to watch it with the hair - and stands the champion’s dazed body up, glancing down at Christian with disdain before a giant smirk appears on his lips...and proceeds to return the favor from the opening of the match by pimp slapping “The Handsome Drifter” across the face and sending him reeling back, all while the crowd gasps in shock at such a notion with some of them applauding. That slap, however, seems to wake up Christian Kane in the same manner it did the challenger for his belt at the opening as Kane leaps into the air and shows some elevation in his vertical while catching Justin Brooks with a swift enziguri to the big man, causing him to stumble to the ropes. Well, Kane attempts to jump on this opportunity, leaping up and catching the big man with a dropkick that sends him through the second rope and onto the outside. Christian steps back, glancing outside while Brooks begins to stir up to his feet, then at the distance where he is in the ring. Without any hesitation, the International champion takes off on a run to the ropes, bouncing off of them and using the momentum to go through them for a tope con hilo! ...Only problem is that Justin Brooks’ white person senses ended up tingling right on time for him to respond with a thunderous European uppercut that catches Christian Kane mid-flight and basically knocks him out on his ass as the crowd stands up from their seats and applaud fiercely as Kane slumps into an unconscious pile on the inside of the ring. Seth Ericson: HOLY CRAP, DICK!!!! Dick Morosi: Christian Kane tried to capitalize on that wake-up call from the challenger, but the International champion just got sent right back to la-la land with that uppercut by Justin Brooks! Meta Johnson: YEAH!!!! YOU’RE WELCOME WHITE PEOPLE!!! Seth Ericson: META WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM?!?! Meta Johnson: OH YOU KNOW! PLACES! ANYWAYS, GOTTA RUN, SOME ASIAN LADIES NEED THIS BLACK ODIN IN THEIR LIVES! As the announcers are in awe of the action in the ring and their impromptu guest commentator showing up and making his way out through the crowd in a flash, well, we return to Brooks letting out a war cry that gets another gasp and some standing applause from the Korakuen Hall faithful. He returns to the ring and realizing that a little bit of time has passed since the uppercut counter and seeing that Kane has been stirring slightly, instead of going for the cover, Justin Brooks decides to drag him to the nearest corner and stand him up, savoring the fact that the man who is defending the International title is looking more and more like a broken mess after what he just did. He takes a step back, raising his right hand up and holding his left index finger to his lips, asking the crowd to hush in their murmur for a moment...before coming right down and open-palm chopping the living shit out of Christian Kane’s chest to a massive gasp from the crowd as Kane gasps for breath afterward while in agony...and yes, the camera takes the time to showcase the giant red mark left after it’s all said and done on Kane’s tanned skin. It is a mark that becomes redder after Brooks nails him with another one of those chops, by the way. Finally deciding that chopping away just wasn’t going to do the trick, Justin brought Christian out of the corner and in a smooth motion, placed his arms around Kane and proceeded to nail him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Dick Morosi: Brooks is imposing his will on the International champion through sheer power and clearly is in the driver’s seat right now. Seth Ericson: But you have to think he’s got to capitalize here while Christian’s trying to get his bearings from that damn near concussion he got due to the uppercut...you can only play with a champion for so long before he makes you pay for it. Dick Morosi: It’s somewhat unusual see you being so analytically serious, Seth. Seth Ericson: I am an unbiased professional, Dick. Especially when it comes to our plowing lord and savior. Brooks sits back up and he begins to signal it’s time to turn things up a damn notch or two to the crowd as he takes the corner, letting Christian Kane struggle and make his way up to his feet. He’s breathing heavily, but the camera catches a glance at his face and they can see he’s at least aware of his surroundings as he begins looking around for Brooks while standing up. As Christian gradually turns around, Justin comes running like a train out of hell looking for a spear attempt but using his athleticism, Christian leapfrogs over Justin and the Big, Bad Brooks ends up getting nothing but the steel post on the turnbuckle. Seizing the opportunity, “The Handsome Drifter” rolls up the challenger in a schoolboy pin: ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! THR- But Brooks kicks out at the nick of time! But as “The Monster of the Bay” returns to his feet, Christian Kane runs straight at him, jumping into the air and elevating his right knee, catching the big man right in the skull with a flying knee as the crowd applauded loudly at the impact as both men are now down on the mat. Seth Ericson: STKO!!!!! Dick Morosi: That knee caught Brooks in full! But both men are down! The two of them remain down on the mat as referee D’Artis Johnson checks on both of them, beginning to make the proper count: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Dick Morosi: Ten count has started here and whoever is the first to their feet could very well take the advantage. FIVE! SIX! Both men are stirring up at this point, but Kane is closest to the ropes and using that to get up at a faster rate than Brooks and Christian is up to his feet at the count of SEVEN with Brooks following up a second or so later. Nodding his head and wiping some strands of hair off his eyesight, “The Handsome Drifter” runs towards the ropes closest to Justin Brooks, springboarding off of them and catching the big man with a high roundhouse kick to the face, sending him tumbling right back down to the mat. Seeing an opportunity, Christian doubles over Justin after a swift knee to his midsection and steps to the big man’s left, placing his right arm across his back in an unique variation of a gutwrench position while his left arm secures Brooks’ right arm in and with a mighty scream of “STUDLIFE”, Kane lifts Brooks off of the mat while leaping onto the air and falling away on a seated position while having just enough to turn the “Monster of the Bay” over so that he takes the full impact of this unique move on his back, causing another large gasp from the crowd and a round of applause for the innovative maneuver! Seth Ericson: WHOA! Dick Morosi: What a move by Christian Kane here, a gutwrench driver of some sort. I don’t think we’ve ever seen something like that from him before. Seth Ericson: Christian Kane is an innovator of offense, Dick. People don’t give him anywhere near enough credit for some of the variations of moves he comes up with on the fly and man, Brooks looks like he’s out! It does not take Christian Kane long enough to notice this and then immediately jumps on the cover, hooking both of Brooks’ legs as referee D’Artis Johnson slides into position: ONEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THRE- But Justin Brooks gets the right shoulder up at the nick of time as Kane wipes the hair strands off his eyesight again, sighing as he lies down on the mat, wondering what exactly is going to be needed of him to make sure Brooks is put down! Dick Morosi: Seth these two have given their all tonight, what a match we’re witnessing. Seth Ericson: This is history in the making! Wait, what’s this? Dick Morosi: That’s Christian Kane’s love interest, (R)Evolution wrestler Venus! Strutting out down the ramp is indeed Venus, both men glance at her making her way around the ring to cheer the International Champion on as he just about manages to make it to his feet, as does the challenger, Justin Brooks. The big man points at Venus on the outside of the ring and exchanges some words with Christian Kane about her presence there. Kane shrugs before lunging forward for the SSK, hoping to catch Brooks unaware! The challenger ducks however and Kane clocks referee D’Artis Johnson flush on the jaw! The pair of them look in shock at the referee for a moment before going for each other, both catching each other with huge shots, swaying back and forth wildly whilst doing so. Finally, Brooks ends it with a huge elbow to the side of the temple which sends Kane to his knees and marches towards him to go back on the defensive only to be met with a poke in the eyes followed by a low blow! Dick Morosi: Christian Kane taking advantage of the referee being incapacitated! That’s the veteran in him. Seth Ericson: I’m sure Brooks would have liked to do so as well but The Handsome Drifter got there first! Dropping to all fours Brooks scrunches his face in pain as he moves to the corner of the ring to regain his breath. Meanwhile Kane still reeling from that elbow has crawled to the edge of the ring and is inaudibly asking something of Venus as he leans through the second rope, using it to keep himself upright meanwhile. With that Venus rushes off to where the timekeeper is sitting and snatches the EXODUS Pro International Title! Seth Ericson: Trouble for Brooks! Kane is making Venus grab him his title belt! Kane outstretches his arms, a look of relief on his face as Venus rushes towards him SMASHES him with the title belt! The force of the blow has caused Kane to stumble back into the ring, blood dripping down his face, the belt opening a nasty gash on his forehead. The Canadian drops to a knee before regaining his footing, stumbling backwards a little more...right into the Hook N’ Ladder! Dick Morosi: THE HOOK N’ LADDER! THIS COULD BE IT! Venus slides the belt under the bottom rope and rushes around to the other side of the ring to wake up the referee from the outside as Brooks goes into the pin! Referee D’Artis Johnson crawls beside the cover before counting as ably as he can! ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen your winner...and NEWWWWWW EXODUS Pro International Champion…“THE MONSTER OF THE BAY”...JUSTIIIIIIIN! BROOOOKKKSSSSSSSSSS!!! WINNER (and NEW International Champion): Justin BrooksThe referee hands the title belt to the Big Bad Brooks who raises it high into the air, wiping the former champions blood across his chest before the referee raises his hand. The fans offer him a lot of applause, albeit it’s a mixed reaction, most likely due to the events that preceded his victory but Brooks couldn’t care less, looking down at Kane, shaking his head before walking over to the ropes. He shoots Venus a confused look however, but she stares right past him at the still downed Kane, screaming ‘How could you do this to me!?’ as she begins to back up the ramp - angrily retracting her arms away from fans who try to touch her. Dick Morosi: I’m shocked Seth...I truly am. We have a new International Champion but it was all thanks to Venus turning on her...well, excuse the expression, turning on her ‘bae’ Christian Kane. Seth Ericson: I’m pretty speechless right now. Venus has just cost Christian Kane the International Championship - the one thing that solidified his redemption in this company has been ripped away from him thanks to the (R)Evolution wrestler. This is a travesty! Venus by now has disappeared behind the curtain, and after celebrating Justin Brooks is beginning to make his way there too. Christian Kane however, the former champion, is still in the ring. His bleach blonde hair is stained with his own blood as The Handsome Drifter sits on his knees wiping away not only blood with his wrist tape, but tears too. He eventually rises to his feet with the help of the ropes, staring down the aisle as if he were looking straight at Venus, tears now running freely down his face. The fans applaud Kane’s effort in the match but the Canadian waves a dismissive hand at them, wiping his face again before dropping to the canvas and rolling out of the ring. He begins to slowly make his way up the ramp, allowing fans to pat him on the back as he does so. We now go elsewhere. The roars from the Korakuen Hall can be hear in the background as the newly crown EXODUS PRO International Champion, Justin Brooks walks through the hallway with the International Title slung over his right shoulder. The nameplate still reads Christian Kane, but it was a small oversight...for the fact that tonight, Justin Brooks had reached reached and took that brass ring all for himself and tonight he was a Exodus Pro Champion. His body was still covered in a thin sheen of sweat, with beads running down his face and broad chest as he ran his left hand over the gold face plate of the International Title and giving in for a moment, Justin breaks into a large smile as he shook his head. Tom Matheny: "Justin...what a match...and first of all congratulations." Justin just looks up at Tom with a look of gratitude as he just nodded his head and for a split second the moment became a bit too real as he covered his face with his large tapped hand as his broad shoulders shook slightly as The Monster of the Bay gave in to the heavy emotion. Composing himself, he wiped his misting eyes and looked over at Tom with a smile on his face. Justin Brooks: "Finally." Tom Matheny: "Yeah, Justin...finally....I would ask how you feel but the phrase that a picture is worth a million words seems a bit fitting." Justin Brooks: "Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Justin can't help but chuckle as he reached out and placed his large hand on the shoulder Tom as he shook his head again. Justin Brooks: "For years, I've been waiting for this...for years, I've been down and out, searching for that foothold to finally get my chance and here it is, I stand before as the International Champion and you know it feels better than I ever could've expected it too. I removed the weight of the world from off of my shoulders only to put it around my waist and frankly, it feels right...it feels goooood." Tom Matheny:"I want to ask what's next but I don't want to ruin this moment for you." Justin Brooks: "Tom, there ain't shit you could do that could ruin this for me. I'm the International Champion, what's next?" Justin reaches up and runs his hand over his chin as he pondered the question for only a split second. Justin Brooks: "I do what Lexy Chapel couldn't do...I do what Christian Kane wanted to do...I elevate the International Title to the moon and back again." Tom smiles in appreciation to the lofty goal and nods his head. Tom Matheny: "Congrats once again, Justin." Justin Brooks: "Thanks Tom, the easy part is over...now we really get to work." |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 1, 2015 11:21:46 GMT -6
As the previous scene fades out, we pick up once again, this time in the backstage area. Intrepid EXODUS interviewer Tom Matheny is shown standing in front of the Repetition of Hatred banner, microphone in hand and his ever present eager-to-get-an-interview look etched on his face. He looks off to his left and standing there is none other than former San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor. Fully dressed in her ring gear and entrance attire, she has her arms folded across her chest and a focused look on her face. Tom clears his throat and begins to address Savannah. Tom Matheny: Savannah, you are mere moments away from what many ae calling one of the two most personal matches on the card tonight. Having waited almost an entire month, how eager are you to finally be getting your hands on Kevin Hardaway? Savannah stands there for a second before looking Tom dead in the eyes. Savannah Taylor: Tom, let me ask you something. Are you a believer in karma? Do you believe that what goes around comes back around to bite someone square in the ass? Tom Matheny: As a matter of fact I do. Savannah Taylor: Good, because in a few moments, Kevin Hardaway is going to be in for a world of karma. You see, he not only stole from me but he stole from everyone in EXODUS as well. He’s parading himself around to be the victim of a terrible joke. He likes to paint himself as someone who is trying to right the wrongs that were supposedly committed to him. You want to know what I call that? Pathetic. The only people who are the victims here is everyone who tunes into EXODUS programming and are subjected to Kevin Hardaway as San Diego Bay champion. Tonight, I’m going to show him and everyone else that he picked the wrong woman to mess with. You know something else, Tom? Tom Matheny: What is that? Savannah Taylor: If I get my way tonight, Zack Lifer won’t be the only one leaving Tokyo on a stretcher. With that, Savannah spins on her heel and walks off to the gorilla position as the scene cuts back to inside the arena, and we instantly go to the ring for this next big match! SINGLES MATCH
KEVIN HARDAWAY (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Title) vs. SAVANNAH TAYLORThe 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. David Zinkus: And now, introducing his opponent... The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries a solid black leather riding crop. She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out. Dick Morosi: We are set for action, as we are ready for yet another match that has been a long time coming, as Savannah Taylor takes on Kevin Hardaway in a non-title matchup. Seth Ericson: This is going to be a battle! Savannah isn’t about wanting a title shot, she wants to hurt Hardaway after all the nonsense the Family did to Chandler Scott! The bell sounds, as they both move from their corners, circling one another slowly around the ring. They move into a collar and elbow tie up. Savannah takes Hardaway into a wristlock, she twist his arm around, as Hardaway slowly rolls forward onto the mat, he bridges back, bouncing back up with surprising agility for a big man. Hardaway breaks the wristlock, he lands a pair of stiff forearm strikes, which land flush into Savannah’s face. He pulls her around sending Savannah into the ropes, Savannah runs off the ropes back at Hardaway, he goes for a clothesline, but Savannah ducks under the clothesline attempt. Hardaway turns, as Savannah runs at Hardaway hitting a running kick landing flush into his chest. Savannah grabs the stunned Hardaway pulling him forward nailing him flush across his chest with a knife edge chop, which echo’s all over the building. Hardaway turns leaning against the ropes holding onto his chest. Savannah goes to grab Hardaway, but he comes around nailing Savannah with a pair of stiff forearm strikes. Hardaway jumps up nailing Savannah with an enzuigiri, which sends her down to the mat. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor never saw that enzuigiri coming! Seth Ericson: Hardaway showing his quickness, and technique tonight! Hardaway pulls Savannah up to her feet, he grabs her around her head, he runs into the corner, kicking off the turnbuckles turning back dropping Savannah down with the back elbow. Hardaway pushes Savannah onto her back, as she lays flat on her back on the mat. Hardaway steps out to the ring apron, and makes his way up to the top rope. Hardaway stands on the top rope, he leaps off for a double foot stomp, but Savannah rolls out of the way, as Hardaway crumbles into the mat. Savannah runs at Hardaway, as he lays flat on his chest on the mat, she kicks him flush in his side with a stiff kick. Savannah pulls Hardaway up off the mat, she sends him into the corner, Savannah runs quickly in behind him nailing Hardaway with a Yakuza kick in the corner. She steps back, as Hardaway staggers out of the corner. Savannah grabs him around his head, he lifts him up planting him down with a snap suplex. Savannah covers him, as D'Artis Johnson counts. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: What strength by Savannah Taylor!! Seth Ericson: Pure Power! Savannah pulls Hardaway off the mat, she nails him with a stiff European uppercut, which staggers him. Savannah grabs Hardaway holding him around his head, she nails him with a headbutt, which staggers Hardaway once again. He stands grabbing at his head, as Savannah charges at him for a clothesline, but Hardaway ducks under the clothesline attempt. Savannah turns, as Hardaway leaps into the air taking Savannah over with a dropkick. Hardaway turns moving back up to his feet, he runs at Savannah nailing her with a clothesline of his own. Hardaway spins around nailing Savannah with a stiff spinning backfist, which staggers Savannah into the ropes. Hardaway runs at Savannah, she leans over sending Hardaway up, and over the top rope down to the floor. Dick Morosi: Look out below, out goes Hardaway!! Savannah steps out to the ring apron, and drops down onto the floor, but Hardaway cuts her off nailing her with a stiff forearm strike. Hardaway grabs Savannah around her head, he grabs her arm, and goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Savannah reverses it around, she pulls Hardaway around for a hangman's neckbreaker, but Hardaway blocks it, as D'Artis Johnson calls for them to get back into the ring. Hardaway pushes Savannah back, she stumbles back. Hardaway runs at Savannah, she locks her arms around Hardaway throwing him into the guardrail with a unexpecting overhead belly to belly suplex. Hardaway lays on the floor, as the crowd stands on their feet. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor just threw Hardaway into the guardrail!! Seth Ericson: I’ll say this again Pure Power!! That is Savannah Taylor!! D'Artis Johnson starts his count, as Savannah slides back into the ring. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. SIX.. Hardaway slowly turns moving to one knee, as he sits on the floor, shaken up. Hardaway slowly moves back up to his feet, sliding back into the ring. Savannah runs at Hardaway nailing him with stiff knee strikes landing flush into his face. She pulls him up, but he slaps her arms away, Savannah stumbles back. Hardaway kicks Savannah in her stomach doubling her over, he grabs her around her head planting her down with the WILLIAMS DRIVER! Hardaway pushes her over, covering her, as D'Artis Johnson counts. ONE.. TWO.. THR-NOOOOO!-KICKOUT! Hardaway looks up in shock, as D'Artis Johnson holds up two fingers. He pulls Savannah up to her feet, he leans her over, and goes to lift her up for a powerbomb, but Savannah blocks it. Hardaway tries again, but Savannah again blocks the powerbomb attempt. Savannah leans up flipping Hardaway over with a back body drop. Hardaway stumbles up to his feet, Savannah grabs him around his waist into a rear waistlock. Hardaway nails Savannah with a back elbow, which breaks the hold. Hardaway runs at Savannah, but Savannah takes to the opposite and connects with a shining wizard that staggers Hardaway, as he drops to a single knee. Dick Morosi: God Lord, the impact of that shining wizard! Of course, Savannah isn't done yet. She starts charging, looking to go for a shining wizard again, but HE BURSTS UP OUT OF NOWHERE, NAILING A DECAPITATION LARIAT! Without hesitation, he lifts her...END OF HEARTACHE! AND ANOTHER! AND HE STARTS TRYING TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF TAYLOR! Dick Morosi: SOMEONE STOP HIM! Seth Ericson: He's snapped! Hardaway continues to pummel Taylor, laughing the entire time as he shoves away the referee, who immediately calls for the bell. The fight is not over, and Savannah keeps trying to trade blows back with him, but based on the repeated bells, it's clear that the fight isn't over yet with these two by a long shot! WINNER (via DQ): Savannah TaylorDick Morosi: Kevin Hardaway is trying to destroy Savannah Taylor! Seth Ericson: He's a monster! How dare he try to destroy something so beautiful with #DATASS! Dick Morosi: Is that all you think about with Savannah?! Seth Ericson: There's some nice legs... Dick Morosi: Will you stop?! Dick Morosi: I will, because it's time to head backstage! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 1, 2015 11:07:29 GMT -6
As Shinji Uchikawa heads out of the locker room, a green-haired girl in torn jeans and a blue and gray flannel shirt runs toward him and throws her arms the Sentinel, burying her head in his shoulder. He catches her and hugs her tightly, looking at her with a sad smile as she steps back. Destiny Starshine: Look, I know I don’t have much time before you’ve gotta go out there, but I wanted to give you something before your match. Shinji Uchikawa: Destiny, you do not have to do this. Destiny Starshine: I know, but… I want you to have something to remember me by, after I leave tomorrow. And I know you can’t wear it out to the ring, but I figured at least now you’ve got enough time to run back and put it with your stuff. She reaches up and pulls a silver moon-and-star pendant hung from a black cord over her head, pressing it into Shinji’s hand and closing his fingers over it. Destiny Starshine: Call it a good luck charm. Not that you need it - you’re even better now than you were when we first met. And tonight, you’re going to show everyone that by being the first person to win that title. I believe in you, Shinji. I always will. Shinji Uchikawa: Thank you, Destiny. Destiny Starshine: Anytime, Shinji. Don’t forget about me, okay? Destiny stands on tiptoe and gives Shinji a brief kiss on the cheek, then smiles at him and hurries back to her seat with the other Section B kids. Shinji Uchikawa: ...Never. Taking a deep breath, Shinji ducks into the locker room to put Destiny’s gift away and then heads toward the entrance to the ramp with confidence and maybe a little bit of luck on his side while we return to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Shinji Uchikawa getting a little support there from someone who seems to be a friend of his. Seth Ericson: I'm pretty sure she looks like more than a friend, hombre. Dick Morosi: That's really none of our business, Seth. Our business is, however, this match! We're going to see who the first ever Pacific Coast Champion is tonight, when Shinji Uchikawa, Shozo Arino, Simon Raines, and Jackie the Lad meet in a four corner survival! The first one to score a knockout or tap out victory becomes our first champion! Let's head to the ring! PACIFIC COAST TITLE MATCH
SIMON RAINES vs. JACKIE THE LAD vs. SHOZO ARINO vs. SHINJI UCHIKAWADavid Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following match is a Fatal Four-Way for the PACIFIC COAST CHAMPIONSHIP! The referee stands in the middle of the ring as he holds recently minted Pacific Coast Title high in the air. David Zinkus: Introducing first from Clitheroe, Lancashire, England...he is JACKIE...THE LAD...FOWLER! “The Way We’re Made (Made In England)” by Missing Andy plays through the PA System as Jackie comes out wearing boxing style shorts, ripped and tattered at the edges with a George’s Red Cross motif and matching boots. To the ring, he wears his trusted flat cap before climbing into the ring. The arena lights start to dim as the crowd starts to anticipate the arrival of someone as the soft intro from The Glitch Mob's remix of "Seven Nation Army" starts to get louder and louder before lyrics.. I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time, right behind my back
And I'm talkin' to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone... And as the beat drops, the lights quickly come to light, Shinji Uchikawa standing at center stage, 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! The 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 TWO05lbs....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 other competitors to enter. "Holy Diver" by Killswitch Engage begins to play, a most unusual man in most non-unusual attire emerges from the back, pumped up as he explodes out from behind the curtain, arms pumping to try and whip the crowd into a frenzy. Wearing a (R)evolution Dojo t-shirt, red trunks, red boots, and red knee pads, the self-proclaimed Artist of War runs down to the ring, diving in under the bottom rope. As he's introduced, he whips his shirt off, and flings it into the crowd. David Zinkus: Coming to us from Okinawa, he stands six feet tall, and weighs in at two-hundred and one pounds! This is "THE ARTIST OF WAR" SIMON RAINES! Raines begins to shadow-box in his corner, getting ready for the task at hand, throwing a grin to the fans in the front row, and waiting for referee instructions. Dick Morosi: We are set for a four-way dance and this is for the Pacific Coast Title should be a very interesting match with all four men coming from different disciplines. Seth Ericson: I couldn’t agree more...but when there is gold on the line, this can get squirrely and quick! The bell sounds, starting the match off is Jackie Fowler and Simon Raines. They move into a collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring, jockeying for leverage. Simon quickly grabs Jackie around his head into a side headlock and Jackie quickly sends Simon off to the ropes. He runs across the ring hitting off the ropes hard. Simon runs at Jackie, as he hits off the ropes, Simon hits Jackie with a stiff open palm strike to his face. Jackie stumbles back a few steps as Simon grabs him around his arm whipping him into the nearest corner. He runs in at him, but Jackie moves out of the way just in the nick of time. Jackie runs at up behind Simon hitting him with a knee to his back as Simon grimaces in pain. Jackie steps back, as Simon turns around moving out of the corner. He runs at him and drops him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Dick Morosi: Jackie is really showing some moxy out here tonight, taking it to Simon Raines. Jackie gets to his feet pulling Simon up with him and grabs Simon around his arm whipping him into the ropes. Simon hits off the ropes, as he does he runs back at Jackie hitting him with a stiff European upper cut. Simon grabs Jackie throwing him with a dragon suplex with a bridge, Brian Lowery counts! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Simon gets to his feet, as he does Shozo slaps him on his back bringing himself into the match. Dick Morosi: Shozo Arino wants to be part of this match. Seth Ericson: Simon Raines didn’t seem to enjoy Shozo bringing himself into this match like that! Dick Morosi: No he didn’t! Shozo pulls Jackie to his feet. He hits him with a pair of stiff forearm shots. Shozo pulls Jackie around, as he does Shinji slaps Jackie on his back. Shinji looks at Shozo, as he looks at Shinji. They move toward one another, as they do Shozo knees Shinji in his stomach. Shozo starts hitting Shinji with stiff punches that stagger him back. Shozo pulls Shinji around whipping him into the rope and hits off the ropes himself. He runs back at Shozo hitting him with a stiff European uppercut, following it up and grabs Shozo into a front facelock. He locks his arms tight around his head, as Shozo tries to get free. Shinji locks his arms tight around his head, as Shozo moves around, but Shinji keeps him locked in tight. Shinji pulls Shozo around snapping him onto the mat. Shinji runs up behind Shozo kneeing him in the back of his head. He pulls Shozo to his feet and Shinji locks up his arms. With amazing strength he picks Shozo up, and throws him down with a gutwrench suplex. And the cover! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: That was very close! Seth Ericson: Not close enough. Shinji pulls Shozo to his feet, as he does Shozo hits him in his stomach. Shozo leans over throwing Shinji down with a hard bodyslam. Shozo turns around, as he does Simon slaps him on his back. Simon looks at Shozo telling him to get out of the ring. Simon runs at Shinji, as he gets to his feet. Simon hits him with a stiff roundhouse kick that knocks him back down onto the mat. Simon pulls Shinji to his feet. He whips him into the ropes. Shinji hits off the ropes. Simon grabs him, and throws him down with the Kamakazi of '81! Simon covers him! Brian Lowery counts! ONE… TWO… THRE-KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Simon with the pin, but only a count of two and a half! Both men get to their feet slowly as its Shinji up first Shinji kicks Simon in his stomach. He grabs him around his arm whipping him into the corner. Shinji runs in at him, and hits him with a clothesline in the corner. Shinji pulls him out of the corner. Shinji grabs Simon around his head. He picks him up, and drops him down with a suplex. Shinji floats over covering him, Brian Lowery counts… ONE… TWO THR-KICKOUT! Shinji pulls Simon to his feet, shaking his head in frustration. Shinji grabs him around his arm whipping him into the ropes, as he hits off the ropes Shozo slaps Simon in his back. Shinji runs at Simon hitting him with a hard flying calf kick! Simon staggers back, as Shozo moves out of the way, as Simon falls out of the ring. Shozo climbs into the ring and kicks Shinji in his stomach. He grabs him around his head. Shozo picks Shinji up, and drops him down with a hard vertical suplex. Dick Morosi: Shinji didn’t see that coming! Seth Ericson: No he didn’t!! Shinji staggers to his feet, as he does Jackie slaps him on his back. Jackie runs into the ring at Shozo, as he does Shozo hits him with a stiff kick to his stomach. He leans him over, picks him up, and drops him with a hard pulling piledriver as Shozo kicks his legs back to use the impact to roll to his feet and deliver a standing side kick as the impact echoes throughout the arena. Shozo covers him! ONE… TWO… THRE....CRACK!! Dick Morosi: Dear Lord, I thought that was it! Shinji has just popped Shozo with a sidekick to the head of Shozo, who’s now on Dream Street! Seth Ericson: That's as close as you can get without getting the pinfall! But Shinji needs to capitalize… As if Shinji was paying attention to pair on commentary, Shinji grabs the dazed and confused Jackie Fowler from behind, but its Simon Raines who slides into the ring nearly knocking the head Jackie Fowler clean off of his shoulders with Shining Wizard. Immediately dropping the dead weight of Jackie out of the ring, Shinji sets his sights on the unknowing Simon Raines and charges up and connects with a WIDE AWAKE roaring elbow.... ....which ironically enough puts Simon right to sleep as he drops like a burlap sack of a hammers in the middle of the ring. Brian Lowery looks out at the carnage and seeing Shinji is the last name standing....calls for the bell! DING-DING-DING David Zinkus: And your winner…NEW Exodus Pro Wrestling Pacific Coast Champion...SHINJI UCHIKAWA! WINNER (and FIRST Pacific Coast Champion): Shinji UchikawaPost match, Shinji is celebrating his historic victory, whilst the other competitors are dusting off their wounds and shaking their hands in disappointment. As Simon begins to walk his way up the ramp, Jackie follows him closely. "SIMON," he shouts after him. As Raines turns around, Jackie screams once more. "You're a wank pheasant!" And with that, Jackie keeps his promise by swiftly kicking the Artist of War in the dick. The camera focuses on his grimace for a moment, before Jackie leaves him to his pain. The camera pans over to ringside, where we see Tom Higashikata grabbing a microphone from ringside. Tom Higashikata: Yooooo! Look at that, my boy Shinji top of the coast now! Shoulda listened when he first came here an' I said he was goin to the top! AND LOOK WHERE HE AT NOW, GOLD ON HIS WAIST! So basically: fuck the doubters, fuck the haters, fuck Ryuji Kamigawa, fuck REVOLUTION as a whole and especially fuck that fuckboy Shoz-GAH! His tirade is ended early by Shozo coming up from behind Tom, spinning him around to face him and then locking his hands around his throat, beginning to strangle Tom right there at ringside! Tom immediately goes to his knees, Shozo bending over to scream in Japanese in Tom's face as he chokes him, the microphone picking it up and broadcasting it out to the shocked Japanese crowd leaving the folks in the States confused over his words as he seemingly attempts murder. Thankfully Tom's friends are quick to intervene, Shinji and Jackie both sliding out of the ring and charging at him, Shozo responding by lifting Tom up and THROWING him at the two, Shinji stopping to catch him while Jackie ducks and tries to give chase, only to see Shozo already halfway through the crowd, so Jackie gives up to instead help check on Tom, who's coughing violently. Seth Ericson: Well. That was a celebration ruined. Dick Morosi: Indeed...what should have been a happy moment for Shinji Uchikawa ruined by Shozo Arino. Was he really trying to kill Tom there? Seth Ericson: I...I dunno, Dick. I don't know what's going on in that man's head. He's off. Dick Morosi: Well...murder attempt notwithstanding, this is still an amazing moment for Shinji Uchikawa. On the eve of his return to Kingdom of Japan, he has become the first ever Pacific Coast champion. So congratulations to Shinji! We'll be right back. The camera readjusts to Shinji and Jackie checking on Tom before we cut to a commercial about protective boxes. along with our next PPV...The War Isn't Over Yet! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 1, 2015 11:03:26 GMT -6
We come backstage, and walking down the hall is a beast of a man. He's a man that is familiar to EXODUS fans from the early days.
He's a man that hasn't been seen in entirely close to a year.
He's one of the few monsters that has made a mark in EXODUS on heroes and villains alike, and now that Kingdom of Japan has reopened its affiliation with EXODUS Pro, it's no surprise this man has returned. Walking down the hall in a black suit and sunglasses, a nice hat as well, the world is partially surprised and somehow not to see one monster.
One of the biggest, most intimidating monsters in the history of EXODUS Pro.
That man is the "Big Boss" himself, Chikao Kessin. And on that, we go back to Dick and Seth.
Dick Morosi: OH MY! Chikao Kessin has made his presence known in EXODUS Pro!
Seth Ericson: Kessin has been the assassin of LEGION! He's even taken Justin Brooks to the limit on more than one occasion! Chikao Kessin, the master of the Backdrop Driver, has returned to EXODUS and people have to wonder what may be on his agenda.
Dick Morosi: If it's the same man we remember, Kessin's agenda is going to be a lot of pain.
Seth Ericson: Speaking of pain, there's a lot of it in the bad blood boiling in this Tag Team Title match. The champs seem to be fraying in the form of Hot Sauce & Ramen, and they're facing the former Tag Team Champions, Uncensored...next! Let's go to the ring!
EXODUS PRO TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
HOT SAUCE & RAMEN (Black Jones & Ryuji Kamigawa, Champions) vs. UNCENSORED (GRENDEL & Aries Reed)
David Zinkus: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EXODUS Pro World Tag Team Championship! Introducing first!
“Come With Me” by Puff Daddy and Jimmy Page hits Korakuen’s speakers, heralding the arrival of the REVOLUTION’s championship duo. Aries Reed and GRENDEL walk out side by side, psyching one another up for their first defense of their hard won titles.
David Zinkus: Weighing in at a total combined weight of 535 pounds, and representing REVOLUTION...ARIES REED! GRENDEL! TOGETHER….UNNNNNNCENNNSSOOORRRREEEDD!
Dick Morosi: The former Tag Team champions coming down to the ring first tonight, folks.
Seth Ericson: Yeah, tonight they seem more focused and more in the zone that ever, which I don't think I can say that for the current champs.
Both Reed and GRENDEL are ready for violence, and now, all that’s left is for their opposition to show up.
David Zinkus: AND, THEIR OPPONENTS!
Silence reigns in Korakuen for a moment, and then the opening strains of “Hot in Herre” by Nelly hit the speakers! Black comes out from behind the curtain with a look of indifference on his face.
Hot in.....
So hot in herre.....
So hot in.....
Reluctantly following him the Ryuji Kamigawa, who comes out with his half of the ExPro Tag Team Titles around his waist. Unlike the last time these two met in the wrong, the demeanor is a bit sullen, with along of unanswered questions still left to be answered.
Dick Morosi: This isn't the same team we saw only a few months ago. I can't imagine what's going on in the minds of these two men
Seth Ericson: You got me, Dick. I’ve got no idea what’s going on right now.
David Zinkus: At a total combined weight of 499 lbs! Ladies and gentlemen... THE MASKED SALARYMAN! Black! TOGETHER...THEY ARE THE EXODUS PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THEY ARE HOT SAUCE & RAMEN!
The bell sounds, as Ryuji and GRENDEL start the match off. They circle around one another. They slowly move to lock up, as they do Ryuji takes GRENDEL over with a arm drag, GRENDEL pops back up, rather quickly for a man his size, as Ryuji rises up slowly off the mat. They lock back up, GRENDEL takes Ryuji into a side headlock takedown, Ryuji pulls his legs up taking GRENDEL into a headscissors and GRENDEL kicks off, as both men return to their feet. They lock up, as they do Ryuji takes GRENDEL’s arm around into a wristlock, twisting his arm around. Ryuji pulls him into the corner making the tag to Black Jones. He moves up onto the top rope, jumping off hitting GRENDEL down across his arm.
Black grabs GRENDEL around his arm taking him down onto the mat locking him into a headlock, pulling on his head, as the referee checks on the hold. GRENDEL turns rolling Black onto the mat, the referee counts.
ONE!!
KICK OUT!!
Black rolls out to his feet, as GRENDEL turns as both men roll into the ropes, the referee calls for a break. They rise back up, as GRENDEL leans against the ropes, as Black tags in Ryuji. Black hits GRENDEL in his stomach and he grabs him around his wrist sending him into the ropes nailing GRENDEL with a kick to his stomach doubling him over. Ryuji runs in at GRENDEL, as he is doubled over nailing im with a running knee lift landing flush into GRENDEL’s face sending him back onto the mat. Ryuji covers him.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR-KICK OUT!!
Dick Morosi: Black and Ryuji, despite their differences are doing a good job of keeping the big man off balance
Seth Ericson: They need to keep it up and make sure Aries doesn’t get a chance to even the odds if they wanna walk out of here with the Tag Titles around their waist.
They return to their feet, as they do Ryuji goes to grab GRENDEL but he comes back hitting Ryuji across his chest with stiff chops. GRENDEL pulls Ryuji around sending him into the ropes and as Ryuji comes back off the ropes GRENDEL nails him with a clothesline. Ryuji returns back up to his feet slowly only for GRENDEL to grab Ryuji and send him into the ropes Ryuji comes back off the ropes GRENDEL throws him back onto the mat with a HIIIIIIGH back body drop. GRENDEL turns and drops covering him.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICK OUT!!
GRENDEL goes back tagging in Aries as GRENDEL sends Ryuji off into the ropes. Ryuji comes back off the ropes, GRENDEL lifts him up, as Aries runs at him hitting him with a leaping clothesline turning Ryuji inside out! GRENDEL moves out of the ring, as Aries covers him.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICK OUT!!
They both return to their feet, Aries quicker and fresher of the two as they do Ryuji leans up into the chest of Aries. Ryuji hits Aries across his chest with a stiff open handed chop. Aries comes back with a pair of stiff open handed chops of his own. Ryuji runs Aries back into the corner hitting him with a pair of shoulders to the stomach. He comes up hitting Aries across his chest with the chops. Ryuji tries to send Aries across the ring, but he holds onto the ropes. Aries kicks Ryuji pulling him around into the corner hitting him with stiff repeated chops. Aries grabs Ryuji around his wrist pulling him out of the corner. Aries pulls him around nailing him with a short arm clothesline as he drops for a quick cover.
ONE!!
KICK OUT!!
Aries rises up to his feet with a smirk, as he does Ryuji manages to roll to his corner tagging in Black. Aries is all smiles as he watch Black climbs into the ring as they lock up in the middle of the ring, as they do Black manages to take Aries down onto the mat pulling him over pulling back on his arm. The referee checks on Aries, he doesn’t give up, shaking his head. Black pulls back on his arm, as Aries grimaces in pain. Black pulls back on Aries’s arm, as the referee gets down checking on Aries, he doesn’t give up.
Dick Morosi: Black is really syncing that in, working on the arm of Aries!
Seth Ericson: Which is smart, because it takes away about half of Aries arsenal!
GRENDEL moves into the ring kicking Black breaking up the hold as the referee pushes GRENDEL back into his corner. Aries pulls Black back into the corner, he goes to send him into the ropes, but Aries reverses it. He sends Black into the corner only for Black to jump onto the middle rope turning back taking Aries down with a crossbody into a pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICK OUT!!
They return to their feet and as they do Aries takes Black into a side headlock wrenching his arms tight around his head. Aries goes to tighten his grip, as he does Black hits Aries in his side with a pair of stiff elbows. He sends him off. Aries runs off the ropes he runs back at Black hitting him with a shoulder block. Aries runs back off the ropes, he runs back at Black he attempts to catch Aries, he floats around behind him. Black turns, as Aries leans over lifting Black up and down with a scoop slam. Aries runs off the ropes leaping into the air for a elbow drop but Black rolls out of the way.
Dick Morosi: Black got out of the way just in time!
Black kicks Aries flush in his punchable face with a stiff kick. Black pulls Aries around slamming him into Ryuji’s waiting elbow. Black makes the tag to Ryuji and Black holds Aries back into the corner. Ryuji runs at him, as Black moves out of the way throwing Aries with a monkey flip. Aries stumbles up to his feet, as Ryuji hits him with a running kick, Aries falls back into his corner tagging in GRENDEL.
Dick Morosi: Aries Reed with the quick tag!
Seth Ericson: Both teams showing excellent team work.
GRENDEL goes to step through the ropes, as Ryuji kicks him in the side of his arm with a stiff kick. Ryuji goes to grab GRENDEL, as he does GRENDEL hits Ryuji with a pair of stiff punches landing flush into his face. He leans over lifting Ryuji up throwing him down with a bodyslam. GRENDEL goes back off the ropes, he leaps into the air landing down onto Ryuji with a leg drop. GRENDEL covers him.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE-KICK OUT!!
GRENDEL grabs Ryuji into a side headlock, he locks his arms tight as the referee checks on the hold. GRENDEL pulls his arms tight, as Ryuji walks him back against the ropes. GRENDEL tries to get off the ropes, but Ryuji keeps him against the ropes. Ryuji turns GRENDEL back into the corner, he reaches up tagging in Black.
Dick Morosi: Another quick tag.
Seth Ericson: This is tag team wrestling at its best.
Black and Ryuji lock their around the head of GRENDEL. They pull him up sending him down with a double suplex. Black turns covering him, as Ryuji moves out of the ring. The referee counts.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICK OUT!!
They both return up off the mat, as Black tries to take GRENDEL into a headlock, but he pushes him off. Black comes back off the ropes, he runs into GRENDEL hitting him nailing him with his momentum sending GRENDEL out to the floor as Black slides out onto the floor after him. He grabs GRENDEL around his wrist setting him up to send him into the ropes, but GRENDEL blocks it. He pulls Black around sending him into the guardrail with tremendous force! Black comes off the guardrail, GRENDEL kicks him in his stomach doubling him over. He lifts him up sending him down onto the floor with a back breaking powerbomb! Black arches his back riving in pain.
Dick Morosi: Black looks to be in pain!
Seth Ericson: GRENDEL needs to attack!
GRENDEL pulls him up off the floor, he pulls him around pushing him back into the ring, GRENDEL makes his way back into the ring. Black grabs GRENDEL around his ankle holding onto him, as he reaches up tagging in Ryuji. He makes his way into the ring hitting GRENDEL with stiff punches, and chops. Ryuji goes to send him into the ropes, but GRENDEL blocks it. He pulls Ryuji around nailing him with a short arm clothesline as GRENDEL tags in Aries. He pulls Ryuji up sending him into the corner, Ryuji’s back slams off the turnbuckles, as Aries charges in hitting him with a flying calf kick.
Dick Morosi: Aries Reed with a adding some serious punishment onto Ryuji.
Aries steps back, he runs at Ryuji laying back in the corner nailing im with a running back elbow in the corner. Aries holds onto Ryuji tagging in GRENDEL. Aries sends Ryuji into the corner. He runs in at him for a lariat, but Ryuji ducks under the lariat attempt. GRENDEL hits him with a big boot, which staggers him back into the corner. Aries pulls his leg up hitting Ryuji with a big boot. GRENDEL grabs the staggering Ryuji taking him back with a German suplex with a bridge.
ONE!!
TWO!!
...THR-KICK OUT!!!
GRENDEL pulls Ryuji up to his feet slowly he pulls him into the corner tagging in Aries. He steps back into the ring, as GRENDEL holds onto Ryuji. Aries moves into the ring grabbing Ryuji around his wrist sending him into the ropes. Ryuji runs off the ropes, Aries runs at him nailing him with a Corkscrew Dropkick and Aries covers him!
ONE!!
TWO!!
...KICK OUT!!!
They both return to their feet slowly as Aries sends Ryuji into the ropes throwing him out to the ring floor, but Ryuji holds on to the ropes. He pulls his legs up grabbing Aries taking him over the top rope. Black moves around the ring post, he runs down the ring apron diving off the ring apron nailing Aries with a diving shoulder block off the ring apron onto the floor.
Dick Morosi: Black Jones showing he can take flight!
Black grabs Aries sending him into the guardrail. Ryuji runs in hitting him with a clothesline. Black and Ryuji push Aries back into the ring. Ryuji slides back into the ring covering him.
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO...GRENDEL WITH THE SAVE!
GRENDEL kicks Ryuji with a big boot before the referee pulls him back to his corner. as they do, Ryuji pushes Aries back into the far corner. Ryuji goes to hit him, but Aries fights his way out of the corner punching and kicking Ryuji with some educated feet. Aries goes to kick him, as he does Ryuji grabs his leg. Aries hops on one leg, as Ryuji holds onto his leg. Aries jumps up hitting Ryuji with a last-ditch enziguri.
Aries moves up tagging in GRENDEL!
GRENDEL comes into the ring hitting Ryuji with a running shoulder tackle. He steps back, as Ryuji staggers around. GRENDEL grabs Ryuji lifting him up sending him down across his knee with a STO Backbreaker. GRENDEL covers him.
ONE!!
TWO!!
...THR-KICK OUT!!!
GRENDEL lifts Ryuji up onto his shoulders. Aries climbs to the top rope and steadies himself, he leaps off as they nail Ryuji with the Doomsday device. GRENDEL covers him as Aries rolls out of the ring.
ONE!!
TWO!!
...NO!
Black breaks up the count. Aries runs into the ring, he grabs Black, as they start hitting one another and they fall out of the ring to the floor! GRENDEL grabs Ryuji, as they does Ryuji starts hitting him in his stomach pushing him into the near corner. Ryuji runs back off the ropes, towards GRENDEL, Aries climbs upon the apron, tagging himself into the match, seemingly unbeknownst to his own teammate but the referee signals the Tag. GRENDEL moves toward him nailing Ryuji with a clothesline, which turns Ryuji ducks underneath. As GRENDEL turns around, Ryuji connects with a jawbreaker to GRENDEL and goes for the pin…
...but the referee doesn’t count!
Dick Morosi: Ryuji is looking up at the referee!
Seth Ericson: GRENDEL isn’t the legal man!
Ryuji is pleading with the referee as Black Jones climbs upon the apron after clearing out the cobwebs. Ever the opportunist, Aries grabs Ryuji by the waist and rushes him towards Black Jones as the two teammates collide, sending Black crashing hard off the ring and into the guardrail. Using the momentum of Ryuji and clasping his hands around his waist, Aries lifts Ryuji high in the air for a German Suplex and rolls through…
Seth Ericson: #ZEROFUCKS! ZEROFUCKS! ZEROFUCKS! ZEROFUCKS!
Dick Morosi: How long have you been waiting to say that without being censored?
Seth Ericson: Way too goddamn long, Dick!
...Aries bridges up, pinning Ryuji’s shoulders to the mat!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
David Zinkus: The winners of this match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Exodus Pro World Tag Team Champions!! Aries Reed and GRENDEL...UNCENSORED!
Aries releases his grip around Ryuji, who rolls out of the ring as both Aries and GRENDEL are handed the Tag Team Titles as the two embrace in the middle of the ring as “Come with Me” plays. Each man climbs to a opposite turnbuckle hoisting their half of the Tag Team titles in the air.
WINNER (and NEW Tag Team Champions): UNCENSORED
They stand there a few moments, letting the boos of the crowd mingle with the sounds of Puff Daddy and Jimmy Page, before the both drop to the mat. Hoisting his belt up on his shoulder, GRENDEL shouts down to ringside for a pair of mics, which he then catches one after the other. He tosses one over to this “brother”, and brings his to his mouth, before waiting a few moments, as “Come With Me” fades out, and the boos of the crowd continue to echo around the arena. As he waits, he nods to Darius out on the outside, who just nods back, before heading back up the ramp. He brings the mic to his mouth once more, and talks over the incredulous crowd.
GRENDEL: Why don’t you idiots just shut the hell up?
The crowd gets louder, booing ever harder, as Aries and GRENDEL just break out laughing in response. Aries pulls his mic to his mouth.
Aries Reed: They don't get it, G. They don't even know why they boo us. They just do it because of what others do...they don't understand what just happened, they are too unevolved to appreciate what they just witnessed.
Aries slowly shakes his head in disappointment as he looks up at GRENDEL with a shrug of his shoulders.
GRENDEL: You people need to understand what has happened tonight. Don’t view this as REVOLUTION gaining championship status. Again. Don’t view this as us gaining a foothold in the power positions of this company. You need to see this for what it is. This is a message. A battle cry. Aries, why don’t you explain to these people what they’ve just seen? Why don’t you explain what this mean, for example, for you and Jones?
Aries Reed: Oh, G, I'd love too.
With a large smile Aries takes a step forward to address the crowd.
Aries Reed: This was pulling back the curtain on the man known as Black Jones. And despite our rather 'colorful' history, this was about breaking down Black Jones. This was about stripping down everything that Black was in hopes that he would finally be born anew. Evolved into a better being for being broken down only to be built back up again. He wanted to think that he was better, he wanted to think that he was above it all. But the REVOLUTION proved otherwise. We have evolved since those months ago and what you see is the first change of many in this business that we bleed for...and despite the contrary, the business we love.
GRENDEL: Which brings us to our next point of the night. Tonight wasn’t about defeating Jones, or about avenging ourselves on Hot Sauce & Ramen. Tonight was about crushing this fledgling movement they looked to bring forward. This EXODUS Vanguard. Seikigun Mark II, whatever you want to call it. Bursting to action like a body’s immune system, fighting the virus in their system. Because you see what the problem is here? We are not the virus. REVOLUTION is not the disease. We are the vaccine! We are what this company needs to survive the troubled times ahead. By reacting to us, by working with us, this company will grow strong enough to survive all the uncertainty the troubled times are going to bring us. So keep fighting us, please. Because with every battle, we all get stronger.
GRENDEL looks back to Aries.
Aries Reed: The vaccine. What others fail to understand that when it comes to the vaccine...it is only a taste of what the real disease is. We are the change that you all resist and while you want to fight us off, in the end you'll all thank us. You'll all owe us the eternal gratitude for preparing you all for the true fight. Tonight isn't about these...
Aries holds up his part of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team titles and shakes his head.
Aries Reed: ...this is about evolution. I hope that Black returns stronger. I hope that Ryuji returns stronger because if they don't wish to evolve, if they don't want to wish to return as new men....then what we did tonight was a mercy killing and we did EXODUS a favor.
GRENDEL: Because I don’t know if we’ve said this enough times, but Evolve Or Die? That isn’t a threat. That’s a warning. That everybody needs to shape up, and raise their game, or they’re all going to be left in the dirt. But you know what, since my brother brings it up, let’s discuss the secondary achievement of tonight. Let’s chat about these tag team championships. You see, I came into this company with one clear purpose. This was never about championships. As I say time and time again, these pathetic little ornaments are just one more way for the man to exert their power on us. No, I wanted to get my revenge on a man who wronged me. To have my revenge on Erikssen…
With this, the crowd starts a “Bar Room Hero” chant.
GRENDEL: Oh shut up, how out of date are you? If you’ve already forgotten, the Bar Room Hero is dead. Uncensored killed him, in this goddamn ring. The man you see running around is no longer that Erikssen. The man who half killed Lifer is not that Erikssen. And you have us to thank, EXODUS. You’re welcome. But although that man is dead, his legacy remains. His single greatest achievement in this company. These belts. These belts right here, that we now hold in our hands, are all that remains of the Bar Room Hero. Darius? Come on out.
Darius Reed comes back out from the backstage area, carrying a large, obviously heavy. duffel bag.
GRENDEL: And I can’t be having that, EXODUS. I’m not willing to allow one atom of his legacy to remain in this company. Let the man have his own fool crusade now. His pathetic little shower, his Storm. Let them rain, and blow, all they want, because if they step to us…
He indicates to Black Jones and Ryuji Kamigawa laying at ringside, as Darius slides into the ring under the bottom rope.
GRENDEL: They’ll soon go the same way as this so-called Vanguard.
Darius drops the bag in the middle of the ring, and opens it up. With some effort, he pulls out a large, petrol driven angle grinder. A sick grin comes over GRENDEL’s face.
GRENDEL: Today, we have destroyed what remains of this company’s tag team division. And now, we destroy what remains of Erikssen’s legacy.
Dick Morosi: What the hell are they doing?
Seth Ericson: I think that’s pretty obvious Dick…
GRENDEL signals to Aries, and passes him one of his belts straps, taking one of Aries’ in his other hand. The two men hold the belts taut between them, the two titles back to back, as Darius starts up the angle grinder, a plume of petrols exhaust bursting out of the angle grinder as he does so.
Dick Morosi: Oh no, they can’t…
Dick’s words come too late, as Darius drives his angle grinder into the plate of the belts, in a shower of sparks as he forces the cutting disc through the metal and leather, smoke bursting forward as the petrol driven beast makes short work of the belts, cutting through in a matter of seconds. Laughing, GRENDEL and Aries hold the smouldering remains of the tag titles aloft in one hand each, their microphones in the other, as Darius hoists the angle grinder high above his head.
Seth Ericson: Well…
Dick Morosi: I don’t… what does this mean? Is the Tag Team Championship dead?
Seth Ericson: Maybe Dick...and if it is, you're looking at it's last champions...and it's executioners.
Aries Reed: This is only the first step of many...we will come for you all. Sleep tight, EXODUS...the REVOLUTION will be watching.
Both Aries and GRENDEL drop their mics, letting the dull thud of them hitting the floor echo around the arena, as they hold the remains of their belts aloft once more.
Seth Ericson: The REVOLUTION putting the entire roster on notice here tonight. They’re strong, they’re unpredictable, and with the tag titles taken care of who knows where they’re going to hit next.
“Come With Me” strikes up once more, as the three REVOLUTION members leave the ring, Darius still carrying his angle grinder, but with Uncensored abandoning the tattered remains of their titles to the centre of the ring. Black Jones and Ryuji Kamigawa still lay at ringside, not moving, as the threesome exit up the ramp and we go backstage.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 1, 2015 11:00:45 GMT -6
We continue to hear the sounds of "Repetition of Hatred" by by Dir En Grey playing as we cut a shot of Korakuen Hall for this huge EXODUS Pro iPPV! The crowd is hot and applauding, and we go to Dick Morosi and Seth Ericson, who are sitting at ringside at the commentary booth! Dick Morosi: Hello folks, and welcome to Repetition of Hatred! After a long and draining tour of Japan, EXODUS is in the home stretch with huge matches tonight that will have implications in EXODUS Pro and our sister promotion of (R)Evolution Wrestling! Seth Ericson: In fact, we're going to see them open up things here tonight! The (R)Evolution World Title is being defended when Jaina Frost meets one of the Booze Brothers, Daniel Lanning! Let's hit the ring! (R)EVOLUTION WORLD TITLE MATCH
JAINA FROST ((R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion) vs. DANIEL LANNINGMy sound we come to take over
M.C. you better look over your shoulder! As the intro for "Nobody" by Skindred starts, the crowd turns to the entrance to give a positive but mixed reaction for RW's resident bounty hunter, Daniel Lanning! Having his jacket rolled up to his elbows, he comes down to the ring taping up his wrists as he nods his head to the music, Tom Higashikata behind him as he starts hyping up the challenger. Daniel starts to get into the ring as Tom starts slapping the mat for a moment before slamming the mat a few times before it looks like Daniel starts looking like he's aiming an imaginary gun toward the entrance, looking like he's pulling the trigger at the sound of a heavy beat during the chorus! Burn by In This Moment hit’s over the P.A System as the KWI Crowd look over at the entrance. A moment passes as the curtains part ways and slowly out walks the silver haired Jaina Frost. She looks out at the crowd surveying the lay of the land so to speak and smirks as she begins to walk towards the ring. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman, hailing from New York City, New York...she is the reigning...defending (R)EVOLUTION WORLD CHAMPION...she is... Jaina FROST!! The crowd’s reaction is typical as boo’s reign out, as the fans know all too much about the Frost family’s legacy in professional wrestling. But that only enamors Jaina as she casually walks up the steps and enters the ring via the middle rope before spinning into a corner and taking a seat as she waits for the bell. The bell sounds, they both move from their corners, slowly moving around one another. They move into a collar and elbow tie up. Lanning quickly takes Jaina into a side headlock. He wrenches his arms tight around her head, as Jaina tries to get out of the hold. Jaina forces Lanning into a overhand wrist lock. She kicks Lanning in his stomach doubling him over. Jaina nails Lanning with a stiff European uppercut, which staggers Lanning. Jaina runs at Lanning hitting him with a running knee lift, which whips him back onto the mat. Jaina pulls Lanning up off the mat, she leans over lifting him up into her arms. Jaina throws Lanning down with a hard powerslam. Jaina steps back hitting off the ropes, she runs toward Lanning, as he lays on the mat for a elbow drop, but Lanning rolls out of the way, as Jaina crashes down onto the mat. Jaina lays on the mat grabbing at her elbow riving in pain. Dick Morosi: Daniel Lanning rolled out of the way just in time! Seth Ericson: That was close! Lanning runs at Jaina kicking her in the side of her head with a stiff kick, which lands flush into the side of her head. Lanning steps back, as Jaina slowly rises to her feet. Lanning leaps into the air nailing her with a dropkick. Lanning rises to his feet, he pulls Jaina up grabbing her around her wrist. Lanning grabs Jaina around her arm, he steps around sending her down with a side Russian leg sweep. Lanning rises up to his feet, as Jaina sits on one knee. Lanning runs at her for a running kick, but Jaina pushes Lanning’s leg aside. Jaina rises up to her feet, as Lanning runs at her, but gets met with a stiff forearm strike, which sends Lanning staggering back across the ring. Dick Morosi: Daniel Lanning better check to make sure his teeth are still in place after that shot wow! Seth Ericson: Does Exodus have a dental plan! Dick Morosi: One would think so… Jaina runs at Lanning kicking him flush in his chest with a running kick, which sends him back onto the mat. Jaina pulls Lanning up off the mat, she grabs him around his head lifting him up, and down with a brainbuster. Lanning lays on the mat grimacing in pain grabbing at his neck riving in pain. Jaina pulls Lanning up off the mat, she steps back, as he stands barely able to stand on his own. Jaina runs at him for a clothesline to the back of his neck, but Lanning ducks under the clothesline attempt. Lanning grabs Jaina before she can turn around throwing her back with a German suplex with a bridge. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Lanning rises up to his feet, he is moving slowly, but still moving around. Lanning grabs Jaina into a half nelson, as Jaina tries to fight free. Lanning throws Jaina with a half nelson suplex. Lanning covers her. ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Lanning slaps the mat in frustration. He slowly rises up to his feet, as Jaina stumbles to her feet. Lanning moves toward Jaina, as he does, Lanning gets hit with the facebuster knee smash! Jaina runs to the nearest turnbuckle, sizing Lanning up as she leaps the DEVILS DARE! Jaina covers him with a sadistic grin! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING-DING-DING!David Zinkus: The winner of this match...and still (r)EVOLUTION WORLD CHAMPION...Jaina Frost!! Dick Morosi: Jaina Frost gets the win! Seth Ericson: And what a match by Lanning who had his opportunities but just couldn’t put her away. Snatching the REVO World Title away from the referee, Jaina slides out of the ring and flips up the apron to the ring as she pulls out a black steel folding chair and slides back into the ring, the referee stands betweens both her and Lanning, who’s still a bit on dream street as she rears back and swings the chair just missing the referee by inches! Dick Morosi: Holy crap, she damn near took the referee’s head out! Seth Ericson: She’s looking to create some havoc! Armed with a chair, she brings it down hard on the back of Lanning again...and again...and again...and again...and again...and again… Dick Morosi: Someone’s gotta stop this! As if on cue, the crowd erupts in cheers as Carey Dean and Jackie the Lad, better known as the BOOZE BROTHERS come racing to the ring. Dropping the chair, Jaina slides out of the ring as Jackie checks up on Lanning, who struggles to his feet. Carey looks over at Jaina who’s but smiles as she makes her way up the aisle, holding the REVO World Title high in the air as Carey points to the title and signals it going around his waist. WINNER (and STILL Champion): Jaina FrostDick Morosi: Jaina Frost wins, but you know she's got to be intrigued at the fact she's on a collision course with Carey Dean. Seth Ericson: The two of them have had monster battles over the past year in (R)Evolution, and now they're going to face one another when it counts for the World Title! Dick Morosi: And given the fact he's taken out her Sisters of Sin cohorts, this match just got more interesting. Now let's head backstage! The cameras go on backstage again, panning onto the inside of a certain locker room as a man has his back to the camera while going through some last minute stretching, as his arms are far up, fingers intertwined and a few audible cracks are heard as he lets out a sigh of relief. As the camera comes close, it notices a set of scars across his lower back and most importantly, multiple dots in different directions across the upper back, all of them connected by thin lines that had the appearance of being cut up right unto him and left the scarring tissue tying all of the dots together. The man doesn’t seem aware of the camera as he kneels down, making sure his spandex tights are already in place and as he moves to his right to place on the remainder of his gear that’s inside of a duffel bag, he’s brought to his senses… Someone else was here too. The woman stood silently, watching him as he stretched, drinking him in. Her bright blue-green eyes were lit up, her lips twisted in a grin that was full of danger and excitement. She was dressed to kill in a tight, short lacy red dress and silver stilettos. She took a step forward on light feet, her glossy, long dark hair waving becomingly with each move. She taps her finger on her lips before speaking in a low, melodic voice. Genevieve Tate: I wondered when I would have the pleasure of bumping into you… The man inside finally turns around, a rather quizzical look on his face while his left hand instinctively moves on to grab something out of the duffel bag and as his grip tightens on it, Chris Strike finally speaks up. Chris Strike: Let me guess...I forgot to close the door. Genevieve grins devilishly and lets out a giggle. Genevieve Tate: Indeed you did. Lucky for me, if I do say so myself. Her eyes scan him up and down appreciatively before resting on his face. She shifts her stance so that her hip pops out seductively and she rests both hands on either side of the doorframe while Strike finally faces her forward in full, the bullet-like scars on his chest exposed for about the first we’ve seen them outside of an actual match...and without featuring the “War Machine” going into a fit of anger like previous times in the squared circle. Chris Strike: Well, I guess I was overdue for some face-to-face time with one of the “network executives” anyway. So tell me, miss Tate...what can I do for you, given you’ve gone through the trouble of walking into me half-naked and changing of all times? Genevieve Tate: First and foremost, it's Genevieve, or Genie. I prefer to think of us as equal employees in the same company, albeit in different departments. Genevieve finally walks in, kicking up her foot behind her and shutting the door. She saunters over to Strike and circles him, taking him in from every angle. When she reaches his front again, she stands before him and holds out her hand. Genevieve Tate: I also couldn't help but notice we've never properly met, and seeing as my positions requires much PR and talent relations, I just thought it would be the proper thing for me to come introduce myself. Chris glances down at the hand and shrugs his shoulders, reckoning that was pretty much the case at hand given the past few weeks as he reaches out and shakes her hand, blinking and at that particular point, having an odd feeling about the matters at hand. Or rather, the hand shaking his own. His eyes widen slightly as he gradually makes his way out of the handshake, realizing exactly what may have happened. Chris Strike: ...Well, this is interesting...you have an intricate handshake, Genevieve. Familiar, even… Genevieve's face gives away nothing of what she thinks about this comment. She reluctantly lowers her hand. Genevieve Tate: I've been hearing that a lot lately… Chris Strike: Oho? And, pray tell, what’s been the aftermath of it? Genevieve Tate: It's been a bit of a mixed reaction, truth be told. Some people enjoy it, others... Well, let's just say others aren't quite as thrilled. Chris Strike: Huh. Well, it seems like a proper handshake to me. So, now that we do have the formalities out of the way...perhaps you can tell me your actual purpose for being here before I go beat the living snot out of Abigail Park... Genevieve grins and tips her head. Genevieve Tate: You seem like a lost soul. I recognize them easily, it's always easy to recognize another. You're a hard man, Chris Strike. I've been watching you for quite some time. You've got a mean streak a mile wide and your inability to let go and enjoy what life hands you hurts my heart. What if I could offer you the chance to just... Let go of it all? Everything that has haunted you, worried you, angered you... Released? Genevieve's eyes light up with intensity as she speaks. It's obvious from her expression that just speaking the words is exhilarating to her. Genevieve Tate: You've become so guarded, so walled up within yourself... It's like a poison, slowly seeping it's way through your veins. I could help you find the antidote, Chris. I could help liberate you from everything that holds you back. Chris Strike’s expression isn’t one of annoyance as it usually would be every time he saw something similar to it on social media or even in person through some of his odd encounters with staff or even co-workers. Instead, as he exhales, there is a bit of a grin cracking through the stoic persona he’s held on to since the start of this meeting. Chris Strike: ...Who is to say I haven’t let it all go? Who is to say that I am not already liberated in full, Genevieve? His eyes narrow, as he finally takes in her actual presence from head-to-toe and a nod follows suit to it, the grin remaining on his face. Chris Strike: See, I’ve taken a good look at myself in the mirror lately. The losses, the withdrawals from society, taking in just about every single negative, snidy mark that could sent in my path and well...I saw exactly who I need to be going forward. So, while the push is most certainly appreciated… He is about to say something almost reclusive, but suddenly, another idea comes to mind. Chris Strike: The mirror on the wall over there. Take a good look at it. Tell me what you see. Genevieve humors him and turns to the mirror. Her reflection stares back at her and she blows it a kiss in admiration. Genevieve Tate: I see myself, young, gorgeous and glorious. But I know the woman beyond the reflection. I've had many... Many years to come to terms with who and what I am. I learned the power of release ages ago. Then I see you, handsome and cold. I see the grin on your lips, I hear the confidence in your tone... Genevieve turns around and stares him straight in his eyes. Genevieve Tate: But the eyes don't lie, Chris. You can talk that bullshit with anyone else and they might believe you. But all one really has to do is take a closer look at the "War Machine" to know that it's just words. Be honest with yourself... Do you really believe you've let go, really let go, and found complete liberation and freedom in everything you do? Or do the ghosts of your past still haunt you like it was only yesterday? Strike takes a step forward of his own, placing his hands on her shoulders and almost giving her a rather...patronizing look before leaning forward, whispering a few things into her right ear, his tone dropping so that only her ears are privy to what is being said prior to taking a step back from being so close. Chris Strike: Now...if that answer isn’t particularly up to network standards...then I think you might want to tell four-eyes over there on the left to take a hike. Her lips twitch and without giving the cameraman another look, tips her head motioning for him to leave. She wraps her arms around Strike's shoulders and presses herself against him. She presses her lips against his neck, moving up and presses a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. She whispers softly, her voice almost a purr. Genevieve Tate: I had a feeling this introduction would go well... And we basically go elsewhere JUST as the cameraman manages to get that last bit and is out the door. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 17, 2015 10:50:04 GMT -6
There we go, have at it.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 13:09:34 GMT -6
The arena is plunged into darkness, but for the screen which cuts to a locker room. The screen simply focuses on the empty room for a few moments until Christian Kane saunters into the room, taking a seat on the couch. It’s now apparent that he is also on the phone to someone, unaware of the camera Kane puts the call on speakerphone and leans back on the couch. As the man on the other end speaks, it's now clear that he is Christian Kane's good friend Delikado. Delikado: And you know what? We should talk about the hard f***ing now. Christian Kane: The hard f***ing? Delikado: ...Because, I think it’s a pretty common complaint. Christian Kane: Yeah, the ladies don’t really like the hard f***ing. Delikado: You feel like you’re giving them some extra juice. Christian Kane: They’re not into that. Delikado: You’re think you’re like, UGH! Takin’ it to the limit! Christian Kane: Maybe they are though, into that. ... You know what the test is? You just say...get on top honey, you do what you like. And then sometimes she'll be f***ing you really hard. It's like, wait, well, you like that? You like that? Slow down I'm going to spurt! Ahh uhh, sorry! ...You shouldn't have fucked me so hard. At this point the camera switches back to the arena, where a single spotlight is shining down onto the stage which is now engulfed in a smooth, velvety pink layer of smoke. After a few moments the smoke clears to reveal...Christian Kane! The crowd applaud for The Handsome Drifter who sits on a black stool, propping a cherry oak acoustic guitar on his knee. He gestures the audience to quieten down as he begins to pluck away at the strings, the opening to ‘Fuck Her Gently’ by Tenacious D. Christian Kane: This is a song...for the ladies...but fellas, listen closely.
You don’t always have to fuck her hard,
in fact sometimes that not right,
to do.
Sometimes you’ve got to make some love,
and fucking give her some smooches too.
Sometimes you’ve got to squeeze,
sometimes you’ve to say please,
sometimes you’ve to saaaaay hey...
I’m gonna fuck you softly,
I’m gonna screw you gently,
I’m gonna hump you sweetly,
I’m gonna ball you, DISCREETLYYYYYYY!
And then you say hey I bought you flowers,
and then you say, wait a minute Ce- In a split second the music stops as Justin Brooks marches from the back and smashes into Kane with a massive forearm! The crowd gasps in shock as Christian Kane tumbles forward from the stool, taking the guitar and the microphone with him half way down the ramp. Whilst the crowd seem somewhat disappointed in the Brooks’ action, he’s one of their favourite sons, and that can be seen in their reaction to what's happening. The number one contender to the International Championship doesn’t stop there, following Kane and hitting him with huge closed fists as he tries to scramble back to his feet. Eventually security comes rushing out from the back and restrains Brooks, taking him up to the stage until he breaks free! He makes a beeline for Christian Kane who takes a step towards Brooks and BLASTS him with the guitar sending splinters of wood everywhere! However Justin’s momentum takes him forward and still he barrels into Kane, this time Georgian the worse for wear as The Handsome Drifter rains down elbows on him as he’s pinned with his back to the apron. Brooks breaks away from Kane and looks to run at him again but is caught by a sloppy SSK which half connects! Justin stays on his feet, but stumbles backwards into the security, slightly stunned by the kick. Christian Kane watches on, blood running from his mouth as the former Division II All-American DE is restrained by security. He rips himself away from them, motioning to them that he’s calm whilst the crowd are rapturous in approval of the pair coming to blows. In a swift and fluid motion Brooks then picks up the stool, slinging it through the air at Kane who has to raise an arm to block it from doing any real damage. Justin Brooks then stands around 10 feet away from the International Champion, flexing whilst letting out a guttural roar as security finally safely begin to remove him from the ringside area. Kane looks on in disgust before sheepishly touching his lip, correct in the assumption that it is in fact bleeding substantially. Christian wipes the blood away before leaning over and picking up the microphone. He brings it to his mouth, breathing rather heavily...seemingly finding the words to say as the crowd begins to settle down. Kane looks left, then right - looking into the crowd...before shaking his head. His facial expression as well as his body language screams frustration, anger and disgust as he throws the microphone to the ground - an almighty distorted pop heard as the mic hits the ground. The Handsome Drifter then walks away past the debris as we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks made a clear statement tonight. He's ready to take that belt finally from Justin Brooks. Seth Ericson: Are we past the safe harbor? I didn't know we could say fuck yet! Dick Morosi: We are indeed past the safe harbor, Kane's not going to get us fined! Seth Ericson: Well hopefully this match won't either! It's going to be a war! Dick Morosi: And it should be a great one! Ruby Tyler and Fiona Collins team up in our main event to meet The Daughters of Janus. Let's go to the ring! TAG TEAM MATCH
THE DAUGHTERS OF JANUS vs. FIONA COLLINS & RUBY TYLER"Battle In Me" by Garbage starts, and the crowd begins to stir with jeers when they realize that at the top of the ramp stands Minerva and Athena, The Daughters of Janus! The two slowly walk down in unison, each of them holding together one of the black lanterns associated with mara and her family as they march to the ring, the crowd booing as the lights remain dim. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California...Athena and Minerva, THE DAAAAAAUGHTERSSSSS OF JANUSSSSSS! They begin to slowly make their way to the ringside area before placing the lantern on the apron and hopping up in unison and stepping in together in time, before posing together as the lights come back on and the music starts to fade. Dick Morosi: The Daughters of Janus made their debut shortly before Dead In Hollywood, when they defeated the team of Christian Kane and Fiona Collins. Now, Fiona is about to stare them down one more time before Repetition of Hatred, and I think she found herself a quality partner! 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, alongside Ruby Tyler 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 now team number two..."The Huntress" Ruby Tyler and the Stardust 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 opponents, she stares on, focused and prepared. Dick Morosi: Ruby Tyler and Fiona Collins are teaming up for the first time tonight, and you have to wonder how they'll gel as a team compared to the experience the Daughters of Janus have. Seth Ericson: Dick, if anyone's capable of overcoming something like that, it's Fiona Collins. She's been part of a successful tag team with Jimmy Riley and has had success with both him, Jonathan Collins, and Mandy Summers. Fiona and Ruby could surprise people tonight. Ruby asks Fiona if she can start tonight, and Fiona relents, allowing Ruby to start things off against Athena. The two meet in the middle of the ring, and before the two can lock up, Ruby looks back at Fiona and nods, and Fiona sprints into the ring and goes to take out Minerva on the apron as Ruby starts to brawl with Athena! Fiona hops to the apron before she leaps to the middle rope and takes off with a huge springboard moonsault! Ruby whips Athena to the ropes and catches her with a huge bicycle kick on the rebound! Fiona continues to brawl with Minerva on the outside, playing a game where the two are dividing the twins. Fiona continues to brawl around ringside with Minerva while Ruby whips Athena into her team's corner, starting to hammer her. Fiona quickly gets up on the apron and takes a tag, while Ruby goes back to the outside to basically switch places in brawling with the twins. Fiona quickly grabs Athena and lifts her, dropping her with a slam before she runs to the ropes and springboards off with an asai moonsault while Ruby whips Minerva to the rail and starts hammering her with fists. Dick Morosi: This is a great strategy! They're keeping them off their toes by not just dividing them, but changing up who's attacking each of them! Seth Ericson: Let's hope this works for them, because if it doesn't, it might just get worse. Fiona continues to go after Athena, attacking her, but a thumb to the eye sends Fiona back a bit to compose herself while Ruby notices and tries to go after her, leaving Minerva behind. Fiona rolls out of the ring, and Ruby takes charge again, but this time Athena reverses the Irish Whip and catches Ruby on the rebound with a drop toe hold, before dropping a huge knee against her back! Ruby winces in pain and Athena watches as Minerva slowly gets herself back on the apron for the tag. Athena tags her sister in and the two quickly go to work, with Athena lifting Ruby to her shoulders and Minerva leaps off to hit Ruby with a huge Doomsday Device! Minerva quickly goes for a cover! One! Two! Kickout! Referee Katie Hanneman holds up two fingers to signal it was only a two count, getting a glare from Minerva as she raises up Ruby to sit her upright before she kicks her right in the chest and brings her down. The pain aches Ruby and she tries to roll over to make a tag, but Minerva grabs her by the leg and pulls her back toward the center of the ring, dropping a couple of knees onto the back of Ruby before reaching over and tagging in Athena. The two make the tag and irish whip Ruby to the ropes, picking her up and dropping her with a double team spinebuster, all before Athena tries to make a cover...BUT RUBY TURNS IT INTO A SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Surprise out of nowhere from Ruby Tyler! She really has been picking things up from Fiona! Seth Ericson: And Ruby's holding her own now! Ruby tries to escape again, but Athena grabs her by the leg...NAILING A DRAGON SCREW! Athena starts to slowly try to lock in a STF, finally cinching it in, but Fiona breaks it up quickly before Ruby can tap. The ref tries to send her back to the corner, and as she does so, both Athena and Minerva use the opportunity to start stomping on Ruby, attacking her as she remains on the mat, trying to block it. Finally Minerva comes into the ring and she hoists up Ruby back to her fee--RUBY WITH THE U.L.K. OUT OF NOWHERE! MINERVA IS STRUGGLING ON THE MAT, AND SHE CRAWLS OVER...SHE MAKES THE TAG TO FIONA! Fiona hops in and nails Athena! She goes after Minerva...SOUL CALIBER! Fiona is riding high and she nods as she looks at Ruby, starting to recover as she whips Minerva to a corner before she charges in and so does Ruby from the apron! Fiona with an enzuigiri and Ruby with a variation of the WHEEEEEE-don Kick! Minerva stumbles out right toward Fiona who nails her with a rolling elbow! Dick Morosi: Clear Eyes! Fiona with the palm strike! Seth Ericson: Full Hearts! FIONA WITH THE DROPSAULT! Dick Morosi: CAN'T LOSE! Fiona is on fire, and she begins to look to set up the Shinigami, but... And when the lights come back on, mara is at the top of the apron, with Fiona screaming at her, daring at her to come down! mara remains on the apron, and as she and mara exchange words, Fiona runs off and goes after her! Meanwhile, back in the ring, Ruby is trying to grab Min--NO, ATHENA SWITCHED PLACES AND ROLLS HER UP! ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER: The Daughters of JanusThe war doesn't end there, however. The sisters continue to attack Fiona and Ruby, mara coming down to help as even NoVaK and The Uroboros have made their appearances to help take care of things, when suddenly...LIGHTS OUT! Dick Morosi: What's going on?! Seth Ericson: IT'S ANOTHER GAME FROM MARA! When the lights come back...the crowd is stunned as one person stands in the ring in the middle of the chaos. ...The Last Magician, SALLY GODDAMN TALFOURD! As she slowly goes over to mara, who has been attacking Fiona alongside NoVaK, she looks at mara and nods, the eyes of the Allmother widening....BEFORE SHE ATTACKS MARA! SHE STARTS LAYING FISTS INTO MARA AND THE TIDE BEGINS TO TURN! RUBY AND FIONA ARE STARTING TO HELP SALLY TURN THE TIDE, AND WE ARE OUT OF TIME, FOLKS! GOOD NIGHT! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 13:05:23 GMT -6
In the locker room after commercial, Simon Raines sits on the bench, dressed in his ring gear and humming “Take Me to Church” under his breath. He is joined moments later by Vivienne Robichaud, who takes a seat next to him and puts a hand on his knee to make her presence known. Vivienne Robichaud: Hey... you ready for this? Simon Raines: Hm? Oh! Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be. Even though they let me compete last week in Revo, I'm still worried that, you know... Damon's going to get his way. Vivienne Robichaud: He isn't. You can't let him or any of the rest get into your head, ma cher. You know that. Simon Raines: Well yeah, of course, and I'm trying not to... Vivienne Robichaud: Oh come on, Simon. Seriously, don't worry about them. They say they want a revolution, well you know... we all want to change the world.
They tell us that it's evolution, well you know... we all want to change the world...Simon Raines: But when they talk about destruction
Don't they know that they can count me out?Vivienne Robichaud: Don't you know it's gonna be all right?
All right, all right...Simon Raines: They say they've got a real solution, well you know...
We all want to see the plan.
They all ask for a contribution, well you know...
We're all doing what we can.Vivienne Robichaud: But if they want money for filling their minds with hate
All I can tell them is they're going to have to wait...Simon Raines:Don't you know it's gonna be all right, all right, all right, all -
Vivienne Robichaud: They say they'll change the constitution, well you know...
They all want to change our heads.
They tell us it's the institution, well you know...
They better free their minds instead...Simon Raines:Cause when they go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao They ain't gonna make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know it's gonna be all right ... Vivienne Robichaud: Alright, alright
Simon Raines:Alright, alright
Vivienne Robichaud: Alright, alright
Simon Raines: Alright, alright...
Vivienne Robichaud: So you see? Everything will be just fine. Now though, try and focus on the task at hand. Strike's waiting and I personally would like to see you pick up another win. It's a nice change for you. Simon Raines: Another one bites the dust? Vivienne Robichaud: We don't have time for another song, let's go. And on that, we're back to ringside. Dick Morosi: Well, folks, up next...we have a match that I honestly can’t understand why our Director, Jimmy Riley, agreed to sanction. Seth Ericson: On paper, this is a complete and utter mismatch. Chris Strike is a former EXODUS World Champion. His opponent tonight, Simon Raines, is a member of (R)evolution Wrestling’s Second Class. He started with us in October. He has two wins to his credit thus far - only one of them actually involving him getting it himself. This is going to be a massacre, and yet... Dick Morosi: You’ve heard the same rumors I have, Mr. Ericson, and they’re impressive. Simon Raines, according to many insiders, may be the best martial artist we have to offer - EXODUS inclusive. Good enough that his former best friend, Damon Alexander, considers him a danger to his fellow students. Seth Ericson: This may be because Alexander’s terrified of Raines getting revenge on him for a rather cold-hearted turn, but still! Dick Morosi: Simon was suspended from one of (R)W’s last shows, and given this match instead - a semi-main event against one of the best in the business. Jimmy Riley and Seymour Almasy will be watching this match very closely, to determine the merit of Damon’s claims. Seth Ericson: It’s not a bad gambit, really. Either his former friend gets humiliated on national TV, or he somehow manages to beat Strike and proves himself too dangerous for Revo. Pretty smart from where I’m sitting. Dick Morosi: There IS a lot of middle ground, but your point is strong. And the chances of Mr. Raines getting humiliated are, by my logic, fairly high. Chris Strike passed out in the clutches of Silk several weeks ago, which means he’s on a rare two match losing streak. For that streak to get pushed to three, against a rookie… Seth Ericson: Isn’t going to happen. But we’re going to find out just how much respect what has to be a very angry War Machine is going to give a kid with just under five months in the business, because if those rumors are true, Simon Raines is one of those underdogs who could fund your retirement in the Bahamas. Let’s go up to David Zinkus and get this contest under way! The footage of EXPro suddenly turns to static, rather abruptly in fact. It is only for a moment, as an image flashes by the screen suddenly. After another brief moment of static, we return to the scheduled broadcast and to ringside for the next match, as if nothing had happened at all. SINGLES MATCH
SIMON RAINES vs. CHRIS STRIKEDavid Zinkus: This contest is a special EXODUS vs. (R)evolution Wrestling challenge match, and it is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first! “Holy Diver” by Killswitch Engage hits the arena speakers, as Simon Raines jogs out from behind the curtain. Wearing blue trunks, boots, and kneepads, as well as a (R)evolution Dojo t-shirt, the Artist of War looks dressed for battle. Following him moments later is Mistress Vivi, who appears a bit surprised at how fast he seems intent on getting to the ring. After a moment, the two coordinate to the same speed, walking down the aisle together. Seth Ericson: I talked to Simon in the back earlier. He wears different colored gear based on the match he’s in. Red is his normal color - but he breaks out blue for big matches. I think it goes without saying that this is the biggest match of Simon Raines’ life. Dick Morosi: And he has his best friend accompanying him to ringside in Mistress Vivi. Seth Ericson: With Simon’s luck, it’s going to turn out she’s secretly fucking Strike and will cost him the match - though I don’t think Chris really needs the help. Simon takes the t-shirt off and flings it into the crowd. It lands somewhere in the second row as the Artist of War slides in under the bottom rope, taking center ring to shadow kickbox briefly, culminating in a jump spinning hook kick as David introduces him to the world. David Zinkus: Accompanied to the ring by Mistress Vivi, he comes to us from San Diego, California by way of Okinawa! He stands six feet tall, and weighs in at two-hundred and one pounds! This is the ARTIST OF WAR….SIMON….RAINES! Vivi grabs a chair from ringside, unfolding it and placing it down for her to sit, giving her the proverbial best seat in the house for the biggest bout of her best friend’s life. Dick Morosi: I’ll give the kid credit - he doesn’t look nervous at all, even if his heart’s got to be doing flipflops. Seth Ericson: We don’t know a ton about Simon, but what we do know is he’s got a very, VERY successful recent history in martial arts tournaments throughout eastern Asia. He’s won tournaments in Thailand, Cambodia, Japan, and Taiwan within the past four years or so. He has experience in big fights, but as a professional wrestler, this may be a mountain too high for him to climb. Dick Morosi: It’s a mountain too high for ANYONE to climb, of his experience level! Chris Strike routinely beats the best that we have to offer! Men and women with years of experience! AND he’s coming off two huge losses, which means he’s screwing around tonight even less than his usual “zero.” Seth Ericson: In the ring? I agree with you. Out of the ring, from what I hear, these guys might be the World and International Champions of screwing around. As calm as the Artist of War looks, David Zinkus’ next words are enough to give pause to pretty much anyone in an EXODUS ring. David Zinkus: And, his opponent! 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 “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly, seas increase
And then fall again…As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena. This world is spinning around me…
The whole world keeps spinning around me…
All life is future to past…
Every breath leaves me one less to my last!David Zinkus: Accompanied to the ring at this time by Reika Seragaki...he hails from Denver, Colorado via São Paulo, Brazil! He weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds! This is the former EXODUS Pro World Champion..“THE WAR MACHINE,” HE IS...CHRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight alongside his faithful manager Reika, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises the title up in the air with his right hand. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing 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. Reika looks on bemusedly as the fans begin to sing along with the chorus. Pull me under! Pull me under!
Pull me under I'm not afraid!
All that I feel is honor and spite,
All I can do is set it right!Dick Morosi: There is one of the most dangerous men in this sport, fans, and he’s got something to prove tonight. Seth Ericson: Both men have a lovely lady in their corner - but Vivi has already promised no interference, and honestly, if Reika has to interfere on Strike’s behalf, something has gone horribly, cosmically wrong for the War Machine. Seragaki stands at ringside, opposite Vivi, as Chris makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and 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. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He makes his way towards the nearest turnbuckle, ascending it and slowly raising both arms in the air, basking in the reaction before stepping down from the turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades… Dick Morosi: Strike looks ready as always, folks, and the first thirty seconds of this match might well tell the tale. If Chris Strike can get Simon Raines to the mat, this could be a very, VERY short night for the (R)evo student. If Strike can’t, though, throw any and all predictions out the window, because this is going to get very interesting, very, VERY quickly. Seth Ericson: Welcome to the big time, Simon Raines, but I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a very short stay. *DING DING DING*As the bell sounds, Simon stares at the War Machine. Raines’ stance is casual, arms at his sides. He smiles at Strike, nodding his head, beckoning the former champion forward. Dick Morosi: Raines is standing in front of Chris Strike with his arms down! This is suicide! The War Machine’s right leg twitches, poised to throw a back-leg roundhouse kick, but he stops himself. Instead, Strike lunges forward, shooting for a double leg takedown. Raines drops his weight, hooking a crude front facelock, and the two men begin to struggle for position. Seth Ericson: Strike had the theoretically open shot, but he didn’t take it! Dick Morosi: I don’t know how much Strike knows about Raines - the two men are at least acquaintances outside of the ring, but as a veteran, he saw something that set the alarm bells off in his head, clearly. Sane men don’t stand hands down against Chris Strike, and Simon Raines is, at least as of now, sane. I think. Strike lifts Simon in the air and slams him to the mat to complete the double leg takedown. In the process, Raines manages to roll to his belly, which is fine with Chris. Strike segues immediately into the side headlock, clamping down on the head and ear of the rookie, cranking with all he’s got. Dick Morosi: On the mat, Chris Strike has a monumental edge! Seth Ericson: Of course he does, Dick! Simon’s having difficulty getting out of well-applied side-headlocks in (R)W, let alone one applied by a former World Champion! Strike is doing everything that he needs to do here in the early going to neutralize what Simon brings to the table. Raines tries the classic counter, rolling Strike to his shoulders, but before the referee can even count Strike has rolled all the way through, the headlock still on, and a frustrated Raines looking for any way out he can manage before finally draping a toe over the bottom rope to force the clean break. Dick Morosi: ...it’s likely not a good sign he needed the ropes to break that side headlock. Seth Ericson: No, it’s not. But Raines isn’t an idiot - his choice in girlfriends perhaps aside. He knows what’s brought him to the dance, so to speak, and that’s literally the ONLY chance he has against someone of Chris Strike’s caliber. Raines stands in the vicinity of the ropes, holding onto them. Strike takes the center of the ring again, at the official’s urging, and it’s a focused, albeit wary Raines who slowly stalks his way towards the War Machine. Dick Morosi: The rope break, though, does buy Simon what amounts to a restart here, though. Both men back on their feet, where the Artist of War does the vast majority of his damage. Simon throws out a lightning-fast jab as he pads his way towards Strike. A second follows, testing the distance, and he steps into a third that Strike is able to avoid. As Raines casually snaps off a fourth, Chris Strike lunges forward, looking to follow the missed jab with a European uppercut, but Simon is already spinning, DRIVING his other elbow square into the face of the War Machine, a blow that sends Strike staggering back into the corner! Seth Ericson: Raines caught him! Strike tried to time the jab, but Simon used that to his advantage and switched things up! Spinning back elbow, and it caught the former champion on the button! Raines leaps forward with a superman punch that crashes into the jaw of Chris Strike before he can cover up. Strike gets the hands up, but Simon takes advantage with a four punch short uppercut combination to the ribs, before backing up and snapping off a spinning back kick, heel landing squarely in the solar plexus of the War Machine. Strike stumbles forward out of the corner, gasping, and Raines is there to hook a three-quarter nelson, using it to roll Strike forward, his shoulders down on the canvas. Dick Morosi: Three-quarter nelson rollup! I haven’t seen that in YEARS! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Strike kicks out - but he just ate SEVEN strikes in the space of about ten or fifteen seconds! THAT’S what Chris Strike has to beware of, folks! THAT’s why I’ve been so adamant about this this whole time - this kid is no ordinary Revo trainee! Chris Strike returns to his feet, as Reika offers a helpful “Don’t do that again!” from the arena floor. She watches the match casually from her spot in what was Strike’s corner at the start of the bout, taking mental notes as it proceeds. Raines, for his part, shows no over-eagerness to go in for the kill, opting to stand center-ring and let the War Machine come to him. Dick Morosi: If what you say is true...just how do you deal with him? Seth Ericson: Get him to commit too much. Raines is a world-class counter-striker. His martial arts talents in general are first-class, but it’s his ability to counter what you want to do and hit back that makes him really dangerous. Chris Strike’s seen martial artists of Raines’ caliber before - but it’s his dodging, blocking, and ability to return fire that really are what force you to modify your gameplan against this kid. Strike walks into a quick leg kick from Raines, targeting his oft-injured right knee. Raines loads up another, but feints low and goes high, trying to decapitate Strike with a big roundhouse kick. Chris leans back to avoid it, then darts in before Simon can recover, hooking on a rear waistlock. Simon tries a back elbow to counter, but Strike releases one arm on the waistlock to half-nelson the offending arm, then immediately pops his hips to send the Artist of War ass-over-teakettle to the mat with a huge half-nelson suplex! Dick Morosi: And that, right there, is why Chris Strike is one of the best in the world. Seth Ericson: Absolutely, and that’s the other thing you can do against Simon Raines - drop him on his head! Disorient him! Keep close, grapple him, and don’t give him the window to do what he does so very well. Strike quickly moves to cover, cinching the leg. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! SHOULDER UP! Dick Morosi: Almost three! Seth Ericson: No one throws suplexes in this company like Strike. No one has the snap and the pop that Chris does - and Simon Raines is learning right now what a world-class pro can do inside the ropes. Strike picks the RW student up, hoisting him over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Chris rolls forward, driving Raines into the canvas, and keeps rolling to his feet. He jumps to the second rope, flying back with a picture perfect moonsault off the second buckle. Strike cinches the leg, for another cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! It’s Mistress Vivi’s turn to offer helpful advice, a cry of “don’t let him keep hurting you!” coming from her, as she and Reika share amused glances on the floor. Simon turns to mouth something that looks an awful lot like “easier said than done,” before Strike kicks him squarely in the ribs to stop that. Dick Morosi: Raines having a hard time getting going here - as most of us expected. Seth Ericson: And smart strategy by Strike - he’s trying to put the kid away as soon as humanly possible. He doesn’t want Raines to get the chance to do what he does well. The War Machine fires the Artist of War into the far turnbuckle, where Raines hits hard, back-first, slumping in the corner. Strike charges, flipping head over heels for the rolling koppou kick, only for Simon to get out of the way at the last split-second, leaving Chris to crash-land upside down in the corner. Dick Morosi: And that’s how fast it can turn around! Strike wanted to crush Simon with the koppou kick in the corner, but Raines speedily away. Chris slowly gets back to his feet, but eats both of Simon’s feet to the chest on a front dropkick that knocks him back into the corner. Raines grabs hold of one of Chris’ arms, holding it up and back, before winding up for a heart punch! The blow sends the air whooshing out of Strike’s body, and Simon crosses the arms, boosting himself to the second rope and facelocking Strike. Seth Ericson: He wants the Kamikaze of ‘81 - a cross-armed tornado DDT, according to my records! Raines flies off the top rope, spiking an unprotected Strike on the top of his head! Raines rolls over, able to get only an arm draped over the War Machine as Vivi cheers him on. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Close, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades! Raines, seeing Strike down, quickly makes his way up to the top rope. He wastes no time leaping off, flying head over heels with a Swanton, only for the veteran to sit up, leaving Raines to splat on the canvas. Seth Ericson: Raines went for the kill there, too soon! He got overexcited, and now, Strike is right back in control of this contest. Chris Strike rubs his head for a brief moment, before hooking a front facelock and crossing Simon’s legs. Elevating the Artist of War in the air, Strike drops him quickly with a Fisherman’s buster. Strike wastes no time, covering and hooking the leg, hopeful for the three. ONE! TWO! THR-- KICKOUT?! Dick Morosi: Shoulder up! Raines kicked out of the Mjollnir! I don’t know how - and he looks dead to the world, but he kicked out! Seth Ericson: He’s doing everything he can, bless his heart. Chris Strike carefully measures Raines, waiting for the Artist of War to struggle back to his feet. When he does, Strike rocks Raines with a European uppercut that damn near knocks Simon on his ass. A second one snaps Raines’ head back, and Strike grins, motioning for the out of it Raines to bring it on,before spinning around for a rolling kesagiri chop. It misses, and that allows Simon to load up a round kick to the head, both men toppling to the canvas, from either impact or exhaustion. Dick Morosi: Good Lord! Raines...he caught him with that roundhouse kick! The ball of his foot just hit Chris Strike in the chin! Strike’s out! Simon desperately crawls over to Strike, shooting the half on the face-down War Machine, before hooking the leg for the cover. ONE! TWO! THR--SHOULDER UP! Seth Ericson: Strike’s turn to survive at the brink of disaster! The punishment he’s dished out to Raines was enough to keep Simon from capitalizing on that kick right away! There’s a far-off look in that kid’s eyes, folks. Indeed, in spite of the kick, it’s STRIKE who gets to his feet first, and who has to pick Raines up off the canvas, as Simon struggles on his hands and knees. Vivienne shouts encouragement to Simon, who doesn’t offer anything in the way of resistance as Strike claps on a sleeperhold. Dick Morosi: Simon’s either getting put to sleep, or dropped on his head - and neither of those bode well for him! Raines’ arms flail out uselessly, trying to grab for the ropes, but it’s enough to convince Strike that a suplex is a good plan. Popping his hips, Strike completes the sleeper suplex, dropping Raines high on his neck and shoulders, his body practically curled up into the fetal position moments after impact. Seth Ericson: This thing’s getting a little uncomfortable to watch, folks. Dick Morosi: Raines has had his moments, for sure, but this has been almost all Chris Strike! Strike’s mostly kept his composure and made this a wrestling match. Simon Raines is nearly dead weight in the hands of the War Machine as Strike hoists him back up. It takes the former EXODUS champion a moment or two to decide which weapon he wants to use to finish off the Artist of War, before spinning Raines around, and locking on a full-nelson. Seth Ericson: Relampago is coming, and it’s going to be the end of Simon Raines! Raines shoots his arms vertical, trying to slide down out of the full nelson. He does, and he reaches up to try to prawn hold Strike out of the attempt, but Chris locks both arms around the waist of Simon instead. Dick Morosi: Raines got out, but Strike’s got him up in wheelbarrow position! Chris tries to wheelbarrow suplex Simon, but there’s TOO much force, Raines body tumbling ass over teakettle as he manages to land like a cat on hands and knees out of the move! The roar from the crowd lets Strike know something’s very wrong, and he turns around as fast as he can just to see what that something is. Unfortunately for the War Machine, it’s Simon Raines’ knee, having just pumped in the air, bicycle style, to drive right into Strike’s chin, sending the War Machine spiralling down to the canvas in a splayed out heap. Seth Ericson: PHUKET! Dick Morosi: You can’t say that on television! Seth Ericson: No! That’s what Raines calls the -- never mind! He’s...Simon’s got the cover! Indeed, with what has to be the last of his energy, Raines flops atop Strike, managing to hook a leg. ONE! TWO! … THREE?! The sound of hand hitting mat is loud and true, and yet, no one seems to quite believe it. Not the referee, who looks at her hand in near astonishment. Not Reika at ringside - nor Vivi, for that matter, an eyebrow arched, looking at her best friend in the ring, still on top of what appears to be a knocked-clean-out-by-knee-to-the-chin former EXODUS World Champion. Not the timekeeper, who finally realizes the match is over, and calls for the bell a good twenty seconds after the initial three count. *DING DING DING!*And least of all Simon Raines himself, who finds his arm raised triumphantly by Katie, before his body flops down to the side in exhaustion again. Dick Morosi: … Seth Ericson: … It falls to David Zinkus to make the announcement, even if HE’S not quite sure he believes it, either. David Zinkus: The time of the fall is eleven minutes, two seconds, and your winner...the Artist of War...SIMON RAINES! WINNER: Simon RainesA feather could have probably knocked Raines over in that moment, to say nothing of Vivi, who half-tackles him by way of embracing her friend. Only the ropes keep him up, as a far-off, thousand yard stare remains on the Artist of War’s face, his mouth parted in shock that doesn’t quite seem to be wearing off. Dick Morosi: I think that tells the picture as well as anything else could, fans. On the verge of March Madness in college basketball, we’ve just borne witness to the biggest upset that I can possibly imagine. And on that note, EXODUS on FX goes elsewhere, fading out on the scene of Vivi and Simon (well, mostly Vivi, to be honest) celebrating, as Reika slides in the ring to check on the coming-to Chris Strike. Just where either man goes from here is anyone’s guess. On that, we're off to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 13:03:51 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and the look on Tom Matheny's face says it all. Tom Matheny: Oh Dear God...this can’t be happening. The camera pans back as Aries does a jig and dances into the frame wearing a black suit with a oversized white bow tie. A stuffed plush crow sits on his left shoulder as Tom eyes grow wide at the fact that Aries Reed...is in BLACK FACE?! Aries Reed: Oh LAWDY LAWD! It’s Mistuh Matheny! How are you, suh?! Lookin’ might fine this evenin’! Tom pinches the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head slowly. Tom Matheny: We’re so going to get taken off of the air for this. Aries Reed: “What'cha say dat for, suh? Imma guess a good lil’ ol’ colored boy, just happy as pigs in slop that you white folk blessed me with a chance to dance for ya’...smile at ya’...sing ah’ lil’ song too! Tom Matheny: Aries, this can’t be for real. Aries Reed: Oh Mistuh Matheny, I assure ya’ dat dis is as REAL as it gets! I’m here to sing a song for you white folk or Mastuh Collins might strike me down like the dark devil that I am! Tom Matheny: I’m sorry that I even have to ask this...but what song are you going to sing? Aries Reed: You evah’ see an elephant fly?! Tom Matheny: No...no, no, no, no...you’re not singing that song. Aries Reed: Okay, how’s dis… Aries brings up a white gloved hand as he clears his voice loudly. Aries Reed: SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIING LOOOOOOOOOW…..SWEEEEEEEET CHARRRRRRRRRIOT... Tom Matheny: Aries what the hell?! You’re gonna get us thrown off the air! Aries throws his hands up defensively and cowers slightly. Aries Reed: Oh I so sorry, suh! I soooooo sorry, suh! I didn’t mean to offend ya’, suh! One more song, suh! Allow little ol’ me to make it up to ya’ suh! I’ll put a smile on a face and a tune to move ya’ feet. I swears it on my Mammy’s grave! Tom Matheny: I shouldn’t do this, I know I shouldn’t do this...but I don’t really have a choice. Aries Reed: Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaammy, mammy The sun shines east The sun shines west But I just learned Where the sun shines best Aries sways back and forth as he continues to sing to the chagrin to Tom Matheny who looks as uncomfortable as he does awkward. Aries falls to his knees, really getting into the song, his voice getting louder. Aries Reed: Maaaaaaaaaaaaammy, mammy My heart strings Are tangled around Alabaaaaaaaaaammy! Tom Matheny: Aries...please get up...please stop this… Tom continues to plead with Aries through gritted teeth, forcing a smile on his face as Aries only gets louder come the second verse. Aries Reed: I'm a-comin' Sorry that I made you wait I'm a-comin' Hope and pray I'm not too late Mammy, mammy I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles Tom Matheny: Aries, for the love of God...please… Aries looks up at Tom as his smile grows wide only to be enhances by the white makeup surrounding his lips as he takes a deep breath. Aries Reed: My maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammy! Slowly climbing to his feet, Aries does another little jig in front of Tom, who drops the microphone in utter disbelief of what just happened in front of him. Not to be out done, Aries reaches inside of his suit jacket pocket pulling out a single index card and a pen. Scribbling on the index card, he hands it off to tom before Moonwalking out of the scene. With the index card in hand, Tom looks at what’s written and shakes his head once again. Tom Matheny: ...Mammy. And with that, we're back to ringside. Dick Morosi: Seth, Aries Reed is really trying to push the envelope. Seth Ericson: There's some people here who would say Aries is getting himself into big trouble...I'm actually one of them. Dick Morosi: Speaking of trouble, we're actually about to see a group that's been hailed as being quite a bit of trouble here on the horizon. New Eden meets the blossoming alliance of Beowulf and Abby Park...next! TAG TEAM MATCH
ABBY PARK (EXODUS Pro World Champion) & BEOWULF vs. NEW EDEN (Silk & Mogui)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. 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. The 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 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. A woman’s scream is heard first and foremost snatching the crowd’s attention. All eyes focus on the stage as the lights dim; it is then Inhumation by Amphibious Zoo hits over the P. A System. An eerie silence overcomes the location as a figure slowly walks out dressed in all black; a World War 2 Gas Mask covers his face... The figure is the haunting Mogui, he walks to the center and looks out from under his mask before crouching down to one knee and showing a surgical bone saw which was obscured from view initially... He then turns to his left and the curtains part once more to reveal Mogui’s Nuwang, Silk and with her is their Zhu, Aiken Frost who has a cane in his hand... The head of New Eden looks out at the crowd and smirks before raising his cane and flicking a switch which allows it to act as a microphone cutting off David Zinkus before he could begin his introductions... Aiken Frost: “Ladies and gentleman, you have all been given a great privilege this evening to witness an individual who I have molded into the perfect weapon... He is loyal, he is deadly... He is the Psycho Surgeon, MOGUI!!!” The crowd’s reaction is obvious as boos begin to fill out, but they do not faze Mogui or the two alongside him as he removes the mask and sits it on the top of his head revealing his tattooed face. The crazed stare that follows is one that sends a shiver down the spine as he stands with a twisted grin and begins to walk towards the ring with a quickened pace while Aiken Frost and SILK follow behind him. Once he reaches the bottom of the aisle Mogui leaps onto the apron and rolls under the middle rope onto his back and continues the motion only to raise up to one knee again in the center of the ring. He makes a cutting motion across his throat with the bone saw as he shows the whites of his eyes and a grimace of rage before standing to his feet and backing up towards a corner with another sick twisted grin while Aiken and SILK walk around to the corresponding corner. The crowd stands as the traditional Chinese drums begin to roll begins to ring throughout the arena….. The lights dim only one spotlight shines in the entrance way as smoke begins form….. A Chinese Ceremonial Dragon comes out dancing in the entrance way and starts blowing fire while heading down the aisle to the ring Out of the smoke walks out a young female dressed in a black Quipao with a white painted face throwing Lotus Flowers on the ramp way, her name is Tao….. The creepy sounds of "Oriental Horror" begin to play throughout the arena.... Suddenly behind her a female figure dressed in a black Qipao dress with a Golden dragon imprinted on it, gloves to her elbows and black heeled boots holding a black and red fan, wearing a matching black Conical Chinese Hat walks out with an Eerie Tattooed man name Mogui….. The fans ooh and aaah …… Her long dark brown hair is tied in a bun under the hat as Aiken along with Red Rayne and Mika Kozlov walk out behind her. Silk twirls the fan back and forth as she slowly makes her way to the ring walking on the Lotus leaves and makes her way into the ring as Mogui holds the ropes for her…… The mysterious Asian woman removes her robe and unzips her boots, removing them and reveals her taped feet. Silk then unclips her hair as it drops over her shoulders and hands the fan over to the young woman assisting her….. The young woman then wipes Silks hands and feet…… Aiken: “Your sanctuary will be left in ashes as my Black Dragon’s fires will burn it to the ground and in its wake the rise of NEW EDEN! I introduce to you…..SILK! Silk and Beowulf start in the ring, and they move in close to each other, feeling each other out. Silk shoots in with a big double leg takedown, but Beowulf cuts her off with a big elbow to the back of the head. Beowulf pulls Silk to her feet quickly, and takes her over with a big suplex. Beowulf quickly pulls Silk back to her feet, and fires off with a big right hand. He follows up with a second right hand, then lifts Silk up for another suplex, but she floats over behind Beowulf, rolling him up with a school boy. ONE... TWO. KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Silk trying to catch Beowulf off guard early. Silk and Beowulf are back on their feet again, and Silk fires in with a big knee to the midsection, then clubs Beowulf across the face with a big forearm. Silk drags Beowulf by the head over to her corner and tags in Móguǐ, who steps through the ropes and helps Silk lift Beowulf up with a double suplex. Móguǐ is quickly on Beowulf, pulling him to his feet and firing away with a hard toe kick, before taking Beowulf over with a snap suplex. Móguǐ hooks the leg for the cover. ONE... TWO.. Abby breaks it up! Dick Morosi: Abby Park, flying in to break her partner out of that pinfall. Móguǐ and Beowulf are back on their feet, and its Móguǐ who shoots in with a big elbow. Beowulf responds with a forearm strike of his own, then takes Móguǐ to the mat with a quick drop toe hold. Beowulf moves quickly to his corner and tags in Abby, who springs off the top rope and comes flying in on the rising Móguǐ, catching him with a hard missile dropkick. Abby quickly pulls at Móguǐ's hair, pulling him to his feet and driving a hard forearm into Móguǐ's temple. Abby follows up with a hard enziguri, taking Móguǐ to the mat. Seth Ericson: Abby Park is on fire! Abby waits for Móguǐ to get to his feet, leaping over and taking him over with a quick hurricanrana. Abby fires up, waiting for Móguǐ to get to his feet again, bouncing off the ropes and charging in, but is caught by Móguǐ with a big back body drop. Móguǐ moves to his corner and tags Silk into the match, and she steps through the ropes, charging quickly at Abby and firing in with a big clothesline, driving Abby to the mat. Silk pulls Abby roughly to her feet, lifting her up and dropping her hard to the mat with a Samoan Drop. Dick Morosi: Silk looking to put a stop to the Seoul Train right here! Silk quickly crawls over and makes the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Silk pulls Abby up to her feet quickly and sends her hard into the ropes. Silk fires off with a big European uppercut, but Abby sidesteps it, bouncing off the ropes again, and catches Silk with a flying forearm. Abby quickly moves over to her opponent's corner, and drives a hard forearm into Móguǐ, knocking him to the floor. Abby quickly moves back to the rising Silk, catching her with twisting neckbreaker. Abby makes the quick cover of Silk. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Abby Park can't get Silk with that cover! Abby quickly tags in her partner, and then rushes across the ring, diving through the ropes and nailing Móguǐ with a suicide dive! Beowulf steps into the ring, and quickly moves over to Silk, pulling her to her feet and taking her over with a quick snapmare, then firing a hard kick to the square of the back. Beowulf moves to the corner, stalking Silk... Dick Morosi: Beowulf is looking for the Falcon Punch! Seth Ericson But look at this! Here comes the rest of New Eden! Dick Morosi: The numbers games isn’t in the favor of the World Champion! They're calling for the DQ! WINNER (via DQ): Abby Park & BeowulfNew Eden have swamped the ring. Mogui and Red Rayne have Beowulf trapped in a corner, unleashing hell with a combination of stomps and forearm strikes, whilst Silk, Mika Kozlov and Alana Starr have Abby Park surrounded. Abby tries fighting out, knocking back Alana, and taking Mika off balance with a kick to the gut, only to be taken down with a huge Dragon’s Whip, snapping her head back as she falls. The other two ladies quickly join Silk in proceeding to stomp the living daylights out of her. It’s at this moment Aiken chooses to enter the ring, walking in between the two collections of conflict, a faint smile on his face. In the corner, a surprise headbutt from has knocked Rayne back, but before he can capitalise, she lunges her head forward, a burst of Red Mist erupting from her lips straight into the mohawked wrestlers eyes. As he cries out, Mogui compounds the attack with a huge Discus Elbow Smash, taking Beowulf off his feet, and seated in the corner, boots once more raining fire on the defenseless Brit. Aiken, an island of calm in the chaos, smiles, and brings a mic out of his suit. Dick Morosi: Someone needs to get out here and stop this. Aiken gestures to the two groups of competitors. Red Rayne helps Beowulf to his feet, and assists Mogui in positioning him across his shoulders. At the same time, Alana and Mika lift Abby Park up by her hair, holding her upright as Silk sizes her up. Dick Morosi: I don’t like this. Someone needs to get out here, and stop this now. With a subtle nod, Mogui takes Beowulf down with the Devil’s Crown, as Silk simultaneously takes Abby down with the Curse Of The Dragon. As Aiken raises his mic back to his lips, and the two groups of New Eden recommence their assault, a burst of white noise suddenly erupts from the PA system - white noise that dissolves into ringing synth and a hypnotic drum machine loop. The fans murmur uncertainly, and New Eden turn to the entranceway where a woman slowly walks onstage as synthesised chimes sound. She’s clad in a black and red Rorschach blot print bodysuit with her face painted to match. Shimmering yellow contact lenses stare out from the paint and the sea of black, red and orange feathers formed by her elaborate headdress and ribcage-length shrug, with a head mounted microphone suspended just in front of her mouth. She heads towards the ring, footsteps timed to the music, and begins to sing softly. Woman: Hooooo… hooo, hoooo…. hooo hoooo-oooh…Dick Morosi: What the- Seth Ericson: Who is that!? Her eyes remain locked on the tableau in the ring as she nears. Woman:He told me… I seen your rise…
But
It always
Falls
I see them come…
I see them go…
He said
All things pass
Into the night
And I said, oh no, sir, I must say you’re wrong...
I must disagree, oh no, sir, I must say you’re wrong
Won’t you listen to me?The woman is close to the ring now, and her pace slows. Nobody seems to have any idea who she is, what she wants, or what she’s doing here. Woman:He told me... I seen it all before
I’ve been there
I see my hopes and dreams a-lying on the ground
I see the sky
Just begin to fall
He said, all things pass
Into the night
And I said, oh no, sir, I must say you’re wrong...
I must disagree, oh no, sir, I must say you’re wrong
Won’t you listen to meeee…The woman falls silent as she steps through the ropes, coming between New Eden and their downed prey. She turns to look down at Abby and Beowulf. The assault stops for a moment, as everyone is beguiled by the newcomer. Dick Morosi: Whoever she is… what does she want with Park and Eriksson? Is she another member of New Eden!? ...the scene seems frozen for a moment... Woman:Goodbye horses… I’m flying over you...
Goodbye horses… I’m flying over you...
Goodbye horses… I’m flying over you…
Goodbye horses… I’m flying, flying, flying over you…The mysterious woman’s glimmering, jaundiced eyes lock with those of the World Champion. Then, a second later, they flicker over to EXODUS’s safeguard. And then… ...she suddenly spins and turns Aiken inside out with a Spear! Seth Ericson: Oh snap! The distraction is enough for Beowulf and Abby to start struggling to their feet. Mika hauls the feathered woman off Aiken, but gets caught with a stiff two-fingered jab right to the windpipe! Kozlov hits the deck, choking, and Red Rayne helps her roll out of the ring while Abby and Beowulf start to stand, as Silk and Alana tend to Aiken, Mogui putting himself between the retreating New Eden and the mysterious feathered woman, and the slowly rising Beowulf and Abby. Mogui backs off slowly, before flipping backwards over the top rope, and backing up the ramp with the rest of his group. Aiken looks up at the group in the ring, laughing, pointing, as the other members of New Eden holds their fists aloft in a victory salute, as they exit the arena. At this point, the mystery woman turns, and looks to Abby and Beowulf. Beowulf walks to the ropes, leaning heavily on them, kicking at the mat as he watches New Eden flee up the ramp. He looks to Abby, and then to the mysterious stranger, before to a technician at ringside, signalling for a pair of microphones. He catches the first, tossing it straight to Abby, before catching the second. He looks to both of them before turning back to the audience. He’s about to speak, but it catches in his throat. Dick Morosi: Beowulf visibly upset at the turn of events here tonight. What’s he going to say? Seth Ericson: And who the hell is this weird woman, who’s chased off New Eden? Beowulf has composed himself, and as he brings the mic to his mouth, frantic violin music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxoFi5Lie34&t=34) starts playing underscore, as he lets loose a snarl, and points to the crowd as he starts to sing. Beowulf: There's a hole in the world like a great black pit,
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit,
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.
But not for long…Abby stands, her hand clutching her ribs, as she lifts her own mic up, as the mysterious woman steps in between the pair, spreading her arms wide as she sings. Woman: They all deserve to die!Abby Park: Tell you all, EXODUS, we’ll tell you why.Woman: Because in all of the whole human race,
EXODUS, there are two kinds of men and only two.Abby Park: There's the one staying put in his proper place,
And the one with his foot in the other one's face,
Look at me, EXODUS, look at you.Beowulf: No, we all deserve to die,
Tell you why, EXODUS, we’ll tell you why.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief,
For the rest of us death will be a relief.
We all deserve to die.Woman: And we'll never... see true honour...
No we'll never wrestle in peace - finished!The threesome move to separate sets of ring ropes, looking out into the audience. Beowulf: Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a brawl?Abby Park: Come and visit your good friend Abby.Woman: You sir, too sir? Welcome to the vault.The woman steps onto the ropes, spreading her arms wide as she adopts an operatic pose. Woman: We will have vengenance!
We will have salvation!Beowulf cuts across her. Beowulf: Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the ring, Come on! Come on!Abby Park: Abby's, waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir! Anybody!
EXODUS now don't be shy!Woman: Not one man…Abby Park: No ,nor ten men…Beowulf: Nor a hundred,
Can assuage us...Abby, Beowulf and Woman: We will have you!Beowulf: And I will get them back even as they gloat.Woman: In the meantime we’ll stab other dishonourable throats.Abby Park: And this company, lies in ashes,
And this title, will mean something.Woman: But the work waits!Abby Park: We’re alive at last.Beowulf: And we’re full of…Abby, Beowulf and Woman: JOY!The three stand in the ring, as the audience gives a round of applause, as the music dies out. Seth Ericson: Did they just threaten to kill everyone? Dick Morosi: I don’t know… Beowulf stands up on the middle rope, indicating to his colleagues on either side of him, before bringing the mic back to his mouth. Beowulf: Seek shelter EXODUS, and seek it now. Because the Storm is here! A real rain has come, to wash all the scum out of this fed, and we’re it. New Eden. REVOLUTION. Zack Lifer. Everyone else who wants to play fast and loose with the rules? You’re on notice. Beowulf drops his mic off of the top rope, letting it echo loudly as it hits the concrete floor outside the ring, as the threesome leave the ring and head for the back, Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) starting up as they exit, and we go to commercial. |
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