EXODUS PRO WRESTLING presents;
SEASON ONE | EPISODE ONE - “Antecedent” live at the EPW/CP.
Static takes over the airways as Exodus Pro Wrestling's logo slowly comes into the picture. There are five words written below. “DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME!!” A superbly timed still shot-action image of the Blackpool bombshell, Blaze Freya leaping between the ropes nestles stylistically beneath the warning, whilst the aforementioned static begins to fade, bringing the cautionary image closer into focus. As the graphic dissipates, 'Mantra' by Bring Me The Horizon kicks off with a chaotic percussive assault accompanied by aggressive post-nu-metal riffs. Meanwhile, the camera's within Los Angeles' newest architectural marvel captures its first ever footage of the live Exodus Pro Wrestling,
Epw warning - don't try this at home
capacity crowd. The shot pans rapidly around the EPW/CP. Pyrotechnics explode throughout the LA complex, thick red smoke bellows from beneath the ring, the ramp-way and around the excitable crowd as lasers pierce through the thick clouds like a hot knife does butter. The sold-out horde of wrestling and 'sports entertainment' (what a heinous term, right?) fans in attendance scream, frantically waving signs with their favorite competitors name and catchphrases, desperately trying to catch the camera's attention in an effort to get themselves over, rather than those who they're there to support. The commentary duo of Ron Way and CJ Clarke now center the frame as introductions to the inaugural episode of EPW ascend in the grandest of fashions!
RON WAY //
“What a time to be alive! My name is Ron Way and with me my partner... the ying to my yang, the tic to my tac-toe, the noughts to my crosses, the...”
CJ CLARKE //
“I'm, CJ Clarke!”
RON WAY //
“The peanut butter to my jelly...”
CJ CLARKE //
“Alright Ron. That's enough idioms to last us a millennium! To the thousands in attendance, to the millions watching at
exodus pro wrestling/conflict precinct
home, live on EPW.com each and every Wednesday! Welcome to Exodus' premier of Season One! It's Episode One, it's …”
RON WAY & CJ CLARKE //
“ANTECEDENT!”
RON WAY //
“I wish I'd worn looser fitting trousers CJ. Have you seen tonights card!? Four of the independent circuits hottest... and I mean HOTTEST talents are ALL here battling it out in two singles matches tonight! I have it on good word, that whoever wins their respective matches will go on to challenge in a gauntlet match next week to be crowned the FIRST EVER 'Exodus Womens Champion!' I'm just glad we're behind this desk Clarke!
CJ CLARKE //
“Cover your shame Ron! COVER IT! You're right about one thing though! The women battling it out tonight have plenty of experience between them. These women are all previous, and current champions in various establishments around the nation. Around the world! But... Will they perform on the biggest stage on America's new favorite night of the week?”
RON WAY //
“The things I'd do to officiate these ones, CJ. Four of the most tantlising women in all of sport ... Does it get any better than this!?”
CJ CLARKE //
“You really are a disgusting old man, Ron! Enough about the ladies on tonight's show. Up first we've got two very interesting individuals going toe to toe-right here, right now ,in LA's own, 'Conflict Precinct!'”
RON WAY //
“I can't wait Clarke. I CAN'T WAIT!! Wait, I didn't read the fine print. Are we, are we allowed to mention the establishments these ladies have held gold previous? I mean, security at EPW aren't dick wads … if you want to support another company, that's fine. But remember … #WEAREEXODUS”
CJ CLARKE //
“Tonight … nothing else matters. The time for grazing on the ordinary is over!”
RON WAY //
“Was that, was that a Rick and Morty quote?”
CJ CLARKE //
“Perhaps …”
RON WAY //
“OH WE ARE ON FOR A WILD NIGHT FOLKS!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Let the fun and games begin! It's Tommy Storm against Sonny Saxton in one on one competition, and that match? That match starts, right ...”
RON WAY //
“NOW!”
The words 'DIE HARD' appear on the in-house Tron screen - a gargantuan structure, adorned by steel truss which proudly nestles above the rampway of Exodus Pro Wrestling's, Conflict Precinct. The fans who recognize the two words written in bold white font begin to erupt with cheers, it is only then that “Storm” by Sanctification is heard, breezing through the arena at a rock concert decibel reading, as the lights slowly fade to black. A couple of seconds pass when the lights on the top of the ramp switch on, and begin to pulse spectacularly in a multicolored spectacle whilst pyro begins to explode relentlessly across the ramp. A few moments later, as all pyro and smoke dissipates it reveals the monolith that is Tommy Storm, who's bent down, facing the ramp. As the cameras pan around
the crowd, it changes to a shot close up to Tommy's face, he shifts his positioning to an upright position now facing the squared circle. which is a few meters ahead of him. The cameras slowly zoom out on Storm, capturing the fantastic atmosphere of the crowd anticipating their first ever Exodus match-up! The black hoodie which is wrapped over the enormous shoulders of Storm is quickly torn from his own head as he hastily makes his way down the ramp before leaping up from the unforgiving concrete below to the rings apron. As his feet land, pyrotechnics once again explode, as they do, the crowd applauds in appreciation as Tommy makes his way into the ring, through the ropes and clambers up the nearest turnbuckle, throwing his arms triumphantly in the air. The man simply exudes confidence.
RON WAY //
“Sweet babyjesus. That man is ENORMOUS!”
CJ CLARKE //
“A genetic freak!”
RON WAY //
“He looks like he benches genetic freaks for breakfast!”
the flamboyant sonny saxton enters epw
Bryan Ferry's, 'Slave to Love' begins to play, the iconic cowbell, synonymous with Will Ferrell and musique' of the romantic era, creates a sexual tension that pours from the pores of everyone within the maximum capacity crowd. As the cowbell plays out, with instruments now joining the tune, a clock appears on the EPW Megatron, counting down from twenty-five. As the clock has ten seconds remaining, two scantily clad women walk from behind the curtain, littering the rampway with rose petals. Ron Way's heavy breathing can be heard through the stream if volume permits. As the clock reaches five, the women make their way back up to the ramp, towards the back only to return as
the clock strikes zero with none other than the Hawaiian Sensation; Sonny Saxton! The voluptuous women escort Sonny to the pointy end of business - the ring - and leads him up the stairs as they do a twirl, blow him a kiss and make their way back, to the safety of backstage. Sonny enters the ring, flailing his arms about in a weirdly artistic fashion as his entrance music drowns out to a quiet lull as ring announcer, Austin Wayne's voice BOOMS throughout the complex' sound system.
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“This match is scheduled for one fall!”
CROWD //
“OOOOONE FALLLLL!”
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“Introducing first.... standing at six-foot-five, weighing two hundred and ninety-five pounds, hailing from Los Angeles, California ... DIIIIIIIIIEHARRRRRRRRD- TOMMMMMMMMMMMY STOOOOOOOOORRRM! His opponent... standing at five-foot-ten, weighing one hundred and ninety-five pounds, hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii – SUUUUUUUGAR SWEET; SONNNNNNNY SAXTON!! The referee for this match-up is John Rammage...”
As Austin Wayne makes his way out of the squared circle, the pair of competitors circle one another in the ring until the bell sounds. Slowly, both Storm and Saxton approach one another and meet in the center of the ring. The pair quickly lock up but Storm drops a shoulder into Saxton's midsection and pushes him backward. As Sonny stumbles he comes back to the middle of the ring and begins to spit rhetoric toward the larger of the two competitors, reminding him of the personal back and forth confrontations the pair had gone through on social media lately.
SONNY SAXTON //
“You're a hypocrite, falser than your muscles!”
Tommy Storm remains unmoved by Saxton's words and takes a step backward, lifting a single finger to the front of Sonny Saxton's face.
TOMMY STORM //
“I'm hijacking this motherfucker, and soon, Tommy Storm WILL BE ... Exodus!"
Tommy Storm throws a wicked pump knee attack, which drives the enormous leg of Storms into the midsection of his opponent, catching Saxton off guard, Tommy follows it up with a backhand chop, and another, and another when suddenly Sonny fires back with several strikes of his own. The pair eventually lock up and Sonny forces Tommy into the corner and illegally goes straight for the throat with a double handed hold. Emotions overwhelming the Hawaiian native. Referee John Rammage separates the pair, but Tommy ducks his head under the top rope and leans backward creating space between himself and Sonny whilst the referee excerpts his authority. Sonny primes himself in the middle of the ring, ready to go all out offense. Tommy taunts to the crowd who are already firmly on his side and they cheer accordingly.
CROWD //
“LET'S GO TOMMY.... BRING THE STORM . . . LET'S GO TOMMY.... BRING THE STORM!”
Re-entering the ring, Tommy slowly motions toward his opposite number but is greeted with a heavy right hand. Momentarily stunning the big man, Saxton whips the champ' to the ropes but upon his return, Tommy spins hitting Sonny Saxton with a spinning back-fist and follows it up with a savage exploder suplex. Tommy stomps into Saxton's midsection several times over knocking the wind out of him and throws his arms to his side as if mimicking the lord and savior before spiraling into the air hitting “Chasing Destiny,” a signature maneuver of Tommy's that is likened to a standing moonsault. Without hesitation, Tommy hooks the flailing leg of Sonny Saxton for the first cover of the match.
JOHN RAMMAGE //
“ONE...
… TWO...”
CJ CLARKE //
“Standing moonsault! Impressive from the big man!”
RON WAY //
“Not enough this early in the match though Clarke!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Tommy now raining down the punches on Sonny... This is more than a match. This is personal. These two men HATE one another!”
RON WAY //
“Sonny's fighting back though, Clarke! His guard is up and he's getting a few shots in of his own!”
The two get to their feet still exchanging blows until Sonny catches one of Storm's arms and drops him to the canvas with an arm drag. Tommy, forever keen to impress, kips up, immediately getting hold of Saxton and hits a 'Michinoku Driver.' Before Tommy can go for the cover, Saxton rolls out of the ring and the referee begins his count.
RON WAY //
“He's rattled, doesn't look like he's up for it. It's all talk, no bite.
CJ CLARKE //
“Simplycreatingseperation, Ron … I think Sonny has worked out, from that savage onslaught at the hands of Tommy Storm that he's going to have to use a different approach. He needs to get in, get out!”
RON WAY //
“Perhaps … God, look at that man-beast, climbing the turnbuckle, posing for this virgin Exodus crowd, flexing their EPW cherries into oblivion...”
CJ CLARKE //
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU RON!? … All Tommy'sdone, is turned his back to Sonny ...”
As if it were destiny, Sonny spots exactly what the British commentary legend, CJ Clarke had just mentioned. A target, and an easy one at that! With cat-like agility, Saxton slides beneath the bottom rope and rips Tommy from the turnbuckle, spinning him around in the process before slapping him firmly across the right cheek, and laying a cheeky boot to the lower midsection, doubling Tommy over in pain.
RON WAY //
“LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Lower abdomen, Ron … Close!”
RON WAY //
“LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Ugh ...”
With Tommy Storm bent over, doubled in pain, Sonnyquicklyunderhooks the opponent's arms with both arms before lifting Tommy into the air, flipping him over and throwing him back down driving the back of his enormous shoulders into the fresh EPW/CP rings canvas.
CJ CLARKE //
“Power move by the smaller man!”
RON WAY //
“Was that a butterfly powerbomb!?”
CJ CLARKE //
“I've been told he refers to that devastating, double underhook powerbomb as the 'Saxton Special,' Ron ...”
RON WAY //
“Whatever it is, it worked! . . . LOOK! COVER! COVER!”
JOHN RAMMAGE //
“ONE . . .
. . . TWO”
CROWD //
“SWEEEEEEEEEEEEET . . .”
CJ CLARKE //
“TOMMY KICKS OUT!”
Before Tommy has a chance to take a breath, supine on the mat, Sonny Saxton shouts to the crowd, calling for the end. “LET'S GO TOMMY.... BRING THE STORM . . . LET'S GO TOMMY.... BRING THE STORM!” screamed the crowd, seemingly knowing what comes next, but even with them on his side. Sonny Saxton is one hundred and ten percent focussed. Sonny steps between Tommy's legs, with his own left leg and wraps Storm's legs and shin around that leg before executing a picture perfect sharpshooter.
RON WAY //
“IT'S IN DEEEEEEEEEP!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Such techniques!”
RON WAY //
“Much wow?”
CJ CLARKE //
“What?”
Tommy writhes in agony as he desperately tries to crawl to the ropes, but to absolutely no avail as Sonny Saxton drags him closer to the center of the ring. Tommy's hand wavers in the air, contemplating tapping as the referee slides to the ground, to ask if Storm concedes but he boldly exclaims, “NO!” The crowd pop, as he pushes himself up using his enormous arms, but Sonny is wise, and releases the hold, knowing the damage had been done, for now, but not before quickly stomping on the back of Storm's head. For the first time within the confines of Exodus Pro Wrestling's Conflict Precinct, the crowd begins to murmur and a fistful of boos can be heard.
CJ CLARKE //
“Oh, they didn't like that Ron!”
RON WAY //
“Back in my day, you got cheered for kicking a man in the back of the head!”
CJ CLARKE //
“I always forget how old you are . . .”
RON WAY //
“HEY!”
Sonny, feeling like he's now leading the charge in this frantic back and forth high powered assault throws his arms to his side and spins on the spot. Letting the hate from a select portion of the crowd wash over him, using it as fuel to get him over the finish line in gold position in the brilliant one on one contest. Meanwhile, after crawling to the edge of the ring, Tommy uses the bottom rope to gingerly pull himself back to an upright position but before completely verticle finds himself on the receiving end of rapid forearm strikes and calf kicks. Tommy seemingly weakened after the 'Saxton Special,' Pinfall, Submission trilogy of abuse manages to lift his knee into his Hawaiin opponents' midsection. Followed by another, and another, and another! Storm, almost hulking up as he brings the pain and feats of stamina with knee after knee before doubling over his opponent, turning him upside down and dropping into the sitting position, but not releasing the legs as the top of Sonny Saxton's cranium crashes into the canvas. His neck and head, shifting into his shoulders. The crowd absolutely roar in appreciation.
CJ CLARKE //
“TOMB STORM! TOMB STORM!”
RON WAY //
“What a flurry of offence! A brutal sitout tombstone piledriver!”
CJ CLARKE & RON WAY //
“THE REFEREE IS IN POSITION! COVER … COVER!”
JOHN RAMMAGE //
“ONE . . .
. . . TWO . . .
. . .
THREEEEEE!”
tommy 'brings the' storm
to exodus pro wrestling
facing off against bitter rival,
sonny saxton !
RON WAY //
“THE BELL RINGS! . . . WAIT! IT'S OVER!?”
CJ CLARKE //
“I don't know if both of Sonny's shoulders were down on the mat, Ron! It looks like he tried kicking out, but couldn't get the better of Tommy Storm's upper-body strength, but HE DID get a shoulder up! The referee has missed a glaringly obvious call … in the first match EVER of Exodus!”
RON WAY //
“Which means, the officiating can only get better from here? Right?”
CJ CLARKE //
“I can see a fine in the very near future of referee JohnRammage! That officiating is almost as appalling as the linesmen in the Barclays premier league this season, Ron!”
Tommy Storm, with more ring awareness than some, may give him credit for quickly clambers out of the ring and raises his muscular trunk of arms into the air as “Storm” by Sanctification blares through the in-house system once more. Sonny Saxton, now to his feet is nose to nose with the referee, and shoves him in the chest, forcing him back several steps. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE JUST DONE!? NOBODY SCREWS THE SUGAR SWEET, SONNY SAXTON!” The referee points at the emblem of his shirt declaring that HE is the official, and isn't to be messed with as there'll be dire consequences but the warning goes unheeded. Tommy Storm, who's walking back up the ramp watching his competent and worth adversary lose his head smirks before turning on his heel and walks behind the curtain, back into gorilla before the camera shot pans back to the ring where Sonny is still spitting venom toward the referee.
CJ CLARKE //
“Usually, this is unwarranted … this sort of reaction after being pinned for a three count, but you HAVE to feel sorry for Sonny Saxton in this one.”
RON WAY //
“He was screwed!”
Without any further warning, Saxton headbutts Rammage between his eyes, dropping him to the floor as his forehead connects with the referees, causing a nasty “CRACK” sound that resonates throughout the arena. The crowd explodes, the very same people who'd booed Sonny merely moments ago, now seemingly on his side …
CROWD //
“YOU DESERVED IT … YOU DESERVED IT … YOU DESERVED IT!”
'Slave To Love' by Bryan Ferry erupts through the system and the crowd get to their feet, clapping the efforts of the Hawaiian native. A man who very nearly caused an upset within the blink of an eye after surviving the early onslaught of his larger adversary. Visibly disappointed, Sonny rolls under the bottom rope, with his head hung low and begins the long walk from ringside to the back. The crowd, even though cheering positively for Sonny can't seem to bring even the slightest of grins to his face or warmth to his soul. As Saxton disappears from view, and likely straight to his lavishly custom locker room provided out back, the cameras turn their attention to tonight's commentary duo once again . . .
CJ CLARKE //
“You don't have to like it, but when you go back through the history books, throughout the pro wrestling annals - nothing will change the simple fact that Tommy Storm will ALWAYS be the first person to ever ...”
RON WAY //
“EEEEEEEEEEEEVER ...”
CJ CLARKE //
“Be called the WINNER of the inaugural Exodus Pro Wrestling match!”
RON WAY //
“It's hardly the hottest affair of the evening though!”
CJ CLARKE //
“I'll cut you off right there before the blood gathers where it really shouldn't. It pains me to say it, but Ron's kind of right! We've got a fatal four-way featuring the All American - Christopher James Miller, the Prince of Perfection - Lorenzo James, the Deranged – Eddie Case and a relative unknown, DMX3! But, that's not it, we'll also be seeing The Cancer – James Knight against the Egyptian Prince of Darkness – Sphinx Payne . . .
RON WAY //
“Don't forget! We've got the blonde and pink bombshell herself, Eli Prescott, appearing live after signing the dotted line with Fin Banks behind closed doors. Oh, what I'd do to be behind closed doors with Kitten!”
CJ CLARKE //
“And this is EXACTLY why we can't have you in the field, Ron!”
RON WAY //
“I WASN'T DONE! We've got two women facing off, one on one, who you'd be quite familiar with, CJ! You know, being briBritishmpatriots of yours!”
CJ CLARKE //
“That's right! Hailing from Nottingham, nestled in the heart of the East Midlands beside the infamous Sheffield Forest, Amberley Hilliard. A wiley veteran, up against a woman whose name is synonymous with all things pro wrestling, from Englands' Northwest, the Blackpool Bombshell herself . . . Blaze-
RON WAY //
“F-N”
CJ CLARKE //
“Freya!”
RON WAY //
“There's something about the two of these brunette marvels facing off that I feel is going to set the bar for the womens division of this company. You can smell an instant classic a mile away, and this reeks of it!”
CJ CLARKE //
“But that's not even our main event, Ron!”
RON WAY //
“OH! BUT WAIT … THERE'S MORE!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Settle down, Billy Mays!”
RON WAY //
“Phwoar! Touche, Clarke!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Who can forget! During the companies grand opening, the launch of Exodus Pro Wrestling's home – the 'ConflictPrecict' – tempers flared between two of this generations most consistent 'top guys.' Men who've carried this industry for years, regardless of where in the world they've done it . . .”
RON WAY //
“TEMPERS FLARED!? JESUS! The leader of the cult, Samael Samhain – he's one deranged individual! Here, sometimes a picture CAN paint a million words, so let's cut to the footage of what exactly happened during the 'Inaugural Exodus!'”
(THE INAUGURAL EXODUS - 'Grand Opening'- LINK | https://bit.ly/2CYPPqg)
RON WAY //
“What was that!? An abduction?”
CJ CLARKE //
“What it is, is violence personified. A regular bout wasn't going to do it for these men. This match is going to be under one of the most closely contested, intense battles I may have had the pleasure to call as these two men fight in-”
RON WAY //
“A BULLROPE MATCH!”
CJ CLARKE //
“But, that's later, this is now … who's next?”
RON WAY //
“You ah- you mightn't want to know the answer to that . . .”
CJ CLARKE //
“It's not . . .”
RON WAY //
“It is . . .”
As the restless voices of the voiceless come to a whimper, tension can be felt around the arena. An anxiousness that causes a weakened stomach to churn and the hairs on your arms to stand on end is ever present. [Or was that the concession stands hot-dogs?] Like clockwork, the venue fades to black. A thick blue-ish smoke begins to cascade from behind the curtain, followed by a harsh burst of strobe lighting that would hospitalize an epileptic within an instant. [There are warnings on the tickets. READ THE FINE PRINT.] A distorted piano roars through the PA, accompanied by an onslaught of glitching percussiveness...the music begins to grow more intense and 'Make Believe Me's' 'Show Them What You're Good For' EXPLODES all throughout the complex.
Melodic hardcore perfected - a tangled mess of heaviness wrought with emotion. As the roars of every plebeian in attendance reaches fever pitch the titantron shows the eyes of a man who's seen some things...The eyes of a man who's seen some stuff. ENTER SASCO MOSS!! From behind the material designed to disguise each entertainer before they appear emerges the six foot one Englishmen. His head hung low, eyes not locking contact with a single person during the tedious walk to the squared circle. Even the women who reek of yeast waving their favorite pair of soiled panties can't seem to grasp the British phenoms attention. Once crawling up the rings steps and lankly maneuvering himself over the top rope Sasco Moss begins to show first signs of life. Hopping from one foot to the next, Moss leans over the top rope looking down the very same catwalk he contractually is forced into walking down week in, week out. A smirk eerily emerges on his face. It's time. He's ready. Or is he just really high? Only time will tell... A crew member carefully slides a microphone beneath the bottom rope. Sasco routinely picks it up and begins pacing around the ring, furiously. It's been quite some time since the Nottingham native had stepped in front of a live crowd, and nobody could ever truly know what to expect when his assault on the English language began. But before uttering a single word the crowd roared in approval. A polarising figure, but one who had garnered the respect of the broader wrestling community, regardless of what he'd been up to away from the limelight.
CROWD //
“WELCOME BACK . . . WELCOME BACK . . . WELCOME BACK ...”
With the power to manipulate anybody around him, whether it was just one person or an entire crowd, Moss raised a single digit to his lips, and almost instantly the crowd reacted.
CROWD //
“SHHHHHHHHHHHH ...”
The silence was almost unnerving yet it didn't seem to affect Sasco Moss if anything, it fuelled him as a broad grin began to spread over the gaunt, almost feminine looking British exports face. Like clockwork, the crowd reacted … As they chanted “SASCO HAS A SECRET! … SASCO HAS A SECRET! … SASCO HAS A SECRET!” Sasco raised a finger and directed the crowd in a Hans Zimmer-esque fashion whilst basking in the song of his people, before interrupting them when bringing the microphone to his lips.
SASCO MOSS //
“Oh how long it has been! I'm not going to lie, that song, the mere implication of me, thee Sasco Moss #KNOWNING something that you...all...don't … it, it just made me pee a little, I can feel it. It's quite horrible. Thank you, Los Angeles… Thank you for ruining what I thought was a pretty nice pair of jeans. I haven't worked in a while, and these weren't cheap. Oh god, where was I? Oh, yes - now … seeing as how we're off to such a tremendous start, piss jeans 'n all … you know, with this being my glorious return to pro wrestling ...”
CROWD //
“WELCOME BACK … WELCOME BACK … WELCOME BACK”
SASCO MOSS //
“Oh, don't be sheep! You're too kind … but, as rigid as all this singing and carry on makes me, there are several things I need to address. Some peoples lives need to be changed, some perceptions of what we do and don't do need to be shaken forever. I was once told, many moons ago that if 'you perceive something to be real, it is real …' so ladies and gentleman, boys and the other kind … I...A.M..B.A.C.K.! But, before we get caught up in a game of 'This Is Your Life' let's get something out in the air, right here … right now!”
“So … I guess I'll cut to the chase, seeing as how you're all so well versed in the art of knowing. YES …”
He clears his throat, in preparation for a loudly exclaimed delivery.
SASCO MOSS //
SASCO . . . HAS . . . A . . . SECRET !”
CROWD //
“SASCO HAS A SECRET! … SASCO HAS A SECRET! … SASCO HAS A SECRET!”
SASCO MOSS //
“You're damn right I do!”
“You can boo me, cheer me, loathe OR lust for me ... but at least, unlike that washed up, overhyped Canuck ... James Knight ... I at least show up to work! That's right! Little Ms. SkullFuck herself is TOO GOOD for pro wrestling. TOO GOOD for all of you, and TOO GOOD for Exodus Pro Wrestling.”
“AND DON'T YOU DAAAAARE PULL THAT GENDER ASSUMPTION CARD ON ME!. . NONE OF YOU!”
With a wry grin, Moss swiftly pulls a joynt from behind his ear and puts it to his lips whilst removing a Zippo lighter from his pocket and with one swift motion of the wrist, lights his jazz cigarette and recommences speaking, all whilst smoke billows from his nose.
SASCO MOSS //
“Let’s face it, without James Knight, they’ve got nothing backstage for Sphinx Payne ... I mean, he’s all but what, a month from retiring and what has he reeeeally ever done!? Who on this virus ridden planet, has he ever beat? Really, who? Who!? WHO!? WHOOO!? The honest truth? Nobody that ever mattered. To be fair, it's wellllll-kind of poetic. In a way, Uncle Jimmy was kind of right to simply just not show up, because Sphinx needed Jimmy. Jimmy never needed Sphinx and Exodus DEFINITELY doesn't need good ole' Sphinx 'Take The Fall' Payne. . . So you heard it here first folks. That match, that match is off! BUT, it's okay! BEEEEECAUSE, that means I've just got more time, more time to do what I do better than ANYBODY in the game today, in the game yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and the day before that and the day before that AND THE DAY BEFORE THAT …”
CROWD //
“THE DAY BEFORE THAT, THE DAY BEFORE THAT, THE DAY BEFORE THAT.”
SASCO MOSS//
“Heh. Weird flex LA.”
“OKAY, I THINK I'VE MADE MY POINT.”
“I T ' S T I M E !”
Moss takes a huge drag of his joynt, his eyes visibly reddening.
SASCO MOSS //
“It's time to inhale the future, and exhale the past! Because with the future of Exodus Pro Wrestling tasting as sweet as Sasco Moss, you'll never want the taste of the unkempt crusted dick cheese that is Sphinx Payne near a company where 'the big boys' are supposed to play ever again!”
“Do You Call My Name” by Ra began to fade into the sound speakers, Sasco Moss begins to turn his full attention to the stage; the Exodus crowd gets a glimpse to see none other than Sphinx Payne coming out onto the stage.
The proclaim named 'Egyptian Destroyer' begins to walk on down the ramp, Sphinx Payne has a blank expression as he heads down the ramp. Sasco Moss still glaring at Sphinx Payne. He makes it to the ring steps, and into the ring. With Sasco staring at Sphinx, the brit watches Sphinx walk past him. He motions for a microphone, once he retrieves such; Sphinx turns around glaring at the English phenom'.
sasco moss returns to pro-wrestling!
SPHINX PAYNE //
"Wait a minute, you actually think due to James Knight being 'done' in this industry, it's going to take away my moment on coming in and entertaining all these fans?!"
The crowd erupts in cheers, Sphinx Payne stares at Sasco moss as he takes another drag from his blunt.
SPHINX PAYNE //
"You must think I'm a joke, better yet, a drug addict!? Because as we already knew; Sasco Moss is the pothead of professional wrestling.”
A smirk washes over the face of Moss as he tries to decipher the drivel spilling from the Egyptian. Sphinx continues to speak.
SPHINX PAYNE //
"You're going to keep ranting how you've been the savior, but, you have never met the Egyptian destroyer, have you? You have never been in the same ring as I am, you have never witnessed the true effect of when you're against Sphinx Delmonty Payne."
Sphinx looks down at his arm and uncharacteristically, a grin appears on his face as he glances back at Sasco Moss.
SPHINX PAYNE //
"Sasco, it doesn't matter what you think. Because in the end, I always win. It's the Delmonty way, and it's the way of the Egyptian...Oh, and one more thing-"
The microphone drops, Sphinx Payne comes with a right hand across the face of Sasco Moss. Moss staggers as Sphinx takes Moss to the ropes with an Irish-whip, Sasco returns from the ropes as Sphinx attempts the 'Wrath Of The Gods' (running high-knee.) Sasco Moss stops his tracks before the knee landed, still with a microphone in hand.
SASCO MOSS //
"WAIT, You're a Delmonty!? Ohhhhhhhh, MATE. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but ... I've been nailing your sister for quite-some-time now …"
Sphinx punches Sasco directly in the throat, forcing the scooby-doo to fly from his mouth and microphone crash to the floor, before Payne rapidly Irish-whips Sasco to the ropes again, looking for 'Wrath Of The Gods' for the second time within the period of a minute, but like a cat afraid of the tub, Moss glides beneath the bottom rope to the safety of outside the ring, before Sphinx collapses into a cross-legged position in the center of the ring, with his back to what he thought was a retreating Brit'. Unbeknownst to one of the many Delmonty spawnlings, Sasco was digging beneath the ring for a prized possession, and quickly pulls out what looks to be a five-foot pyrex glass tubing, perhaps with a secondary chamber …
sphinx payne taunts sasco moss!
RON WAY //
“WHAT!? IS THAT ...”
CJ CLARKE //
“It is … I've seen this before, and I hope I'd not see it again ...”
RON WAY //
“SASCO MOSS HAS THE LARGEST BONG I'VE EVER SEEN, AND SPHINX HAS HIS BACK TURNED …”
With the simplest of ease, Moss slides back into the ring with his glass trophy in hand. He springs to his feet, silently like a ninja all while holding the glassware to the skies. The in house lights of Exodus Pro
Wrestling's, Conflict Precinct cutting through it as if it were an aged, ornate stained window during sunrise at a century-old church. A beautiful image, albeit for a second. Moss runs toward the unprotected back, neck, and skull, striking with all the force he can muster. The small chamber explodes, the filthy water washes over his back whilst the base of the larger stem snaps in two after colliding brutally with the back of the Egyptians neck. The crowd gasps in shock as Payne collapses backward, seemingly knocked out cold. Meanwhile, Moss fumbles when picking up his microphone from the canvas that had fallen moments beforehand.
SASCO MOSS //
"Your career up till this point, Sphinx, has been inconsequential. So, let's bring this little sympathy denouement tour you're on to a close.”
“IT'LL BE YOU, AND ME … ONE ON ONE … NEXT WEEK … NO HOLDS BARRED, FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE … SASCO MOSS versus SPHINX PAYNE!”
Something catches the corner of the Nottinghamshire native's eye, and he briskly walks to the corner of the ring and drops to his knees, not before picking up the joynt that had flown from his mouth not more than two minutes ago. He mockingly crosses his legs in the corner of the ring whilst relighting his inspirational incense candle as EPW medical members come to the ring, stretcher in tow to attend to the proud fallen Egyptian warrior. As the medics quickly check Sphinx' vitals, Moss' voice echoes through the venue's PA.
SASCO MOSS //
“Buckle up kid. I'm about to make ya' famous.”
We're taken to the backstage area before the match that many have been waiting for, seeing a confident and well prepared Victoria Sky rolling her shoulders as she makes her way to guerrilla position with a smile on her face, getting tons of encouragement from her peers on her way past them when all of the sudden a taller woman wearing a crimson colored cloak runs in from out of nowhere and violently tosses her into a bunch of steel pipes, knocking them all over causing a loud crash and commotion from the several backstage wrestlers and EPW employees who all rush over to try and help Victoria against this mysterious attacker. But they all stop dead in their tracks when the hood is removed to reveal none other than The Goddess Of Destruction herself, Ravynn Ryder! Everyone goes wide-eyed as she removes the cloak showing off her new red attire which resembles that of a Mortal Kombat character. The ring veteran backs away, though keeping her eyes on Victoria the entire time while she struggles back up to her feet only to get BLASTED by a Supergirl Punch threw with enough force to knock a grizzly bear on its backside. Victoria drops to the floor face down, the workers surround her quickly to check on her and begin shouting for the paramedics. Fin Banks, however, reaches the scene first in a panic asking: "What happened here!? Is she okay!?" Ravynn with a sick smirk on her face simply replies to the man: "She'll live... But it looks as though you'll need a replacement for her match tonight and well, by the end, let's just hope we can say the same for her opponent." Before he can get a word in edgewise she interrupts and forces a handshake. "I'd be happy to be her replacement, pleasure to work with you, Fin. Keep those medics around, something tells me Tamara's going to need them here soon." Ravynn winks, leaving the man speechless as she heads through the curtain with no hesitation whatsoever, with no music playing and just the murmuring and shock of the crowd, Ravvynn B-Lines it directly to the ring, slides beneath the bottom rope, before finding herself standing in the middle of the ring, arms outstretched, just waiting for Tamara Masterson to show her face.
RON WAY //
“Is Victoria okay? I should go check!”
CJ CLARKE //
“I'm sure the medical team are perfectly qualified to do just that! BUT WHAT AN IMPACT! Ravynn Ryder is HERE, on Exodus Pro Wrestling's premier episode!”
RON WAY //
“OH-OH! While she waits for Tamara to respond – she's getting in the zone, Clarke!”
Ravynn removes the top layer of her attire, now just wearing her red pants and sports bra, when suddenly a voice booms throughout the inhouse system, in a electronic stuttering manor - “and still, it's all about me” Tamara Masterson's name shows on the titration as the spotlight appears on stage. She steps out into the light and turns her back to the fans. Her black ring jacket has 'The Raging Cajun' written on the back. She turns around slowly giving everyone the 'Loser' taunt as she steps off stage and walks down the ramp, still ignoring the fans. She goes up the ring steps and stops, flipping her hair before stepping under the bottom rope and goes up the turnbuckle and sits on it and crosses her legs. Then she hops down and spins around and finds herself face to face with the woman who annihilated who was supposed to be her opponent on day one of EPW!
CJ CLARKE //
“I think we just got our answer!”
RON WAY //
“SHUT UP CLARKE!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Hands above the table, Ron!
RON WAY //
“You don't pay me. Fin Banks pays me! So my hands go whereeeever I want them to and with these two in the ring … they're going to remain UNDER our commentary table!”
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“LAAAAAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMAN!I'VE JUST BEEN INFORMED THAT THIS ONE ON ONE CONTEST IS NOW OFFICIAL AND IS FOR ONE FALL!”
CROWD //
“ONE FALL!”
ravynn ryder competes against
tamara masterson after
attacking victoria sky before the match!
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The bell rings, and Ravynn is all business, before the third strike of the bell can truly resonate throughout the arena, Ryder rushes towards the shorter of the two women, raising her leg high and violently, looking for the 'Rough Ryde' (superkick) BUT Tamara Masterson manages to evade the strike masterfully. Tamara applies a front face lockon Ryder, jumps down onto her back whilst swinging her legs forward, bending the opponent before driving Ravynn Ryder head first into the canvas, delivering a picture perfect 'Mic Drop' (snap DDT.) Without a moment's hesitation, Tamara quickly clambers on top of her opposite number, with a high leg hook. Ravynn's free leg is also kicked up into the air, wiggling around in a seemingly unconscious desperate plea to escape the unique pinfall, whilst referee Sarah 'Sez' Blake immediately falls into position.
SARAH 'SEZ' BLAKE //
“ONE …
… TWO
… THREEEEE!”
The crowd erupts, as “Spotlight V2,” the theme music of the 'Raging Cajun' plays through the Exodus sound system one more. Tamara sultrily slides beneath the bottom rope and out of the ring with her left arm out at her side, whilst her right-hand gestures an “L” on her forehead, laughing at the down and out Ryder who's beginning to come to in the ring.
CJ CLARKE //
“IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER!”
RON WAY //
“It barely began!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Ravynn Ryder, seemingly out of nowhere has destroyed the hopes and dreams of Victoria Sky competing here on the inaugural episode of Exodus, and moments later is pinned, clean, for three in the middle of the ring!”
RON WAY //
“WHAT IS HAPPENING!?”
CJ CLARKE //
“Tamara Masterson has just established herself as somebody NOT to be messed with! How will Tamara fair in next weeks gauntlet match? Could we have just witnessed the first ever 'Exodus Women's Champion' in action!?”
RON WAY //
“I'm going to check on Ravynn ...”
CJ CLARKE //
“I think you'd find that most unwise.”
RON WAY //
“I'm receiving word that we've got Jaxon Pollard backstage with an exclusive for us! While we cross over, I'm going to go check on-”
CJ CLARKE //
“NO MEANS NO RON!”
The scene transitions from Ron being the fiend he is, and Ravynn still somewhat out of it in the middle of the ring in the background to Jaxon Pollard of 'The Elitist' fame, standing by what seems to be a freshly renovated locker, which can surely mean only one thing? NEW SIGNING!
JAXON POLLARD //
"Hello, I'm Jaxon Pollard, delivering correspondence, news and all things fresh and zesty here on the ground level for Exodus Pro Wrestling - and you better believe, there's some breaking news!"
Jaxon knocks on the door three times, firmly, expecting it to be answered somewhat immediately, however, this is not the case. As Jaxon looks back at the camera in a slight sense of confusion, he attempts to knock a fourth time on the door, when it suddenly opens. A brief pause occurs til suddenly, a man walks out and proceeds to look Jaxon up and down. To fans of the sport, it’s a man instantly recognizable. A man whose name needs no introduction, however looking a little out of sorts as his hair had grown long and had developed a beard since the last time he was seen publicly. That man; Neo Styles - looks at Jaxon in utter disgust.
NEO STYLES //
“I haven’t even been here a full hour, and already I have something disturbing me. Who are you, and what is it that you want?”
JAXON POLLARD //
"Oh, wow! Is ... is that you, thee Neo Styles?"
neo styles joins epw roster!
NEO STYLES //
“Often imitated, but never duplicated my friend, but yes, alas THE Neo Styles is here in the land of Exodus. Now before you ask the question of how I got here, or what it is I’m looking to achieve, why don’t you ask yourself,” Neo points to his heart, “deep down as to WHY I am here in Exodus Pro Wrestling.”
Neo locks into a stare at Jaxon and doesn’t let up, awaiting the inevitable question which any backstage correspondence is obligated to ask.
JAXON POLLARD //
"Well ... Here goes nothing . . . why?"
NEO STYLES //
“You see, during my absence fro the ring, I’ve been enjoying my time as a fan and an observer as the various companies make names for themselves and lay stake to the wrestling monopoly, taking the world by storm. But there was one company, ONE company in particular that I seen blazing their way through social media. That company was the same one that just had a jam packed arena screaming at the top of their lungs. . 'E. P. W.' Mr. Banks reached out to me because they BELIEVE. They believe that a company that’s set for great and prosperous things need that one “diamond in the rough” if you will, to help turn the tide and take this company to elevated heights that they could only dream to achieve in days of past. But most importantly, Jaxon...they believe in me. They believe that a man ten years into the game can still go day in and day out and leave it all on the line, with no complaints at the end of it all. They know that the one thing I want more than anything before it’s all said and done is one more strong title reign before I wrap it up for good. This company is deep with competition, it's bound to keep me on my toes, and keep me always pushing, scratching, clawing to be ONE step ahead of the game. ONE step closer to achieving what I’ve been searching for for a few years now. But most of all...a chance to be 'The Sinful One' just one last time.”
Neo puts his hand on Jaxon’s shoulder and nods as he cracks a grin and retreats back into his locker-room room, closing the door firmly in the face of 'The Elitist' and Exodus Pro Wrestling. Looking somewhat bemused, but ever the professional, Jaxon turns and looks into the camera . . .
JAXON POLLARD //
“Well – there you have it! Yet another established star has put pen to paper with Exodus! Neo Styles is HERE! But who will 'The Sinful One' come up against in the squared circle, and when? There's only one way to find out. Ron, CJ – back to you!”
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“THIS NEXT CONTEST WILL BE A FATAL FOURWAY!”
CROWD //
“FOURWAY!!!”
'Kingdom' by Dowstait explodes with a tight guitar and drum intro as the arena goes dark. Blue and gold lights flash, and as the vocals kick into overdrive from the fourteen-second mark, Christopher James Miller steps out from behind the curtain, wearing a leather jacket. As he looks around the packed out complex, he removes his jacket, tossing it to the ground and begins to walk toward the ring, up to the stairs and into the farthest corner of the squared circle to prepare for the match ahead.
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“INTRODUCING FIRST; WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY POUNDS, STANDING SIX FOOT SEVEN HAILING FROM PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA … CHRISTOPHER JAMES MILLLLLLLLLLLLER!”
The lights dim once more. The jarring, almost gangster riff to “Who We Be” by DMX (the artist, not thein ring performer) plays as two white lights cross each other down across the stage. As DMX3 walks out with his hooded vest on, he removes it right before the opening Bars. “What they don't know is - The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (what!) - The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what!) - The projects, the drugs (uh!), the children, the thugs (Uh!) - The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!) - The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uh!) - The heartbroken mothers - it happens too often (why?) - The problems, the things we use to solve 'em (what!)” Red, Green, and black lights change with the tempo and notes as he walks down the aisle down to the ring. DMX3 pulls down the rope and steps over the top into the squared circle, before climbing the turnbuckle of the farthest side, opposite the poised Christopher James Miller . . . DMX3, hits the top turnbuckle repeatedly, hyping the crowd as the chorus of “Who We Be” continues to play, before throwing his vest off as the music dissipates.
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“AND NOW, HAILING FROM BALTIMORE, MARYLAND … WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY POUNDS AND STANDING SIX FOOT SIX . . . D-M-X-THREEEEEEEEEE!”
RON WAY //
“That was straight up gangster, yo!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Oh god!”
RON WAY //
“Why bring him into this!?”
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“ANNNND NOW … HAILING FROM TRINIDAD, WEST INDIES … STANDING SIX FOOT FIVE; WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY POUNDS – LJ!”
'I Am Perfection' by Downstait hits, as LJ walks out to the top of the ramp with a hoodie over his face. He squats down and waits for the main riff to kick in before removing his hoodie and setting up straight in the same motion, with hands outstretched at his sides, he walks down the ramp slapping fans' hands. He stops in the middle of the ramp and jogs on the spot for a second before running towards the ring and enters by diving through the bottom ropes, rolling through and bounding up to his feet, hands outstretched at his sides as he panders to the crowd.
CJ CLARKE //
“Clearly a fan favorite! LJ has seen it all, fewer men are more well traveled than the man from the West Indies!”
RON WAY //
“Have you noticed, each contestant has been an inch shorter than the last?”
CJ CLARKE //
“That's-that's a great observation, Ron!”
RON WAY //
“Let's see if that becomes a factor in this match-up!”
CJ CLARKE //
“You know the saying Ron, give 'em an inch and they'll take a mile!”
As 'I Am Perfection' comes to an abrupt halt when a creepy, almost circus-esque tune begins to play over the more than adequate in house PA system, that has exceeded expectations of the EPW/CP crowd tonight. There'll almost definitely be ringing of thousands of fans ears in the morning. 'Johnny Ringo' by Crown The Empire gets into full swing, as Eddie Case comes out to flashing red and black lights, many people quieting down as the arena had become a scary place in that instance, only the theme song of Eddie Case would play out, causing many of them to boo as he had come in a straitjacket, his eyes, cold, and his smirk, arrogant. He would enter the ring with the assistance of his carer, Constance Oriena. She had watched him with a calming smile as ring announcer, Austin Wayne would re-introduce the industry to the one man that had become a beacon in many forms, only now? He was going to become something different, perhaps, a monster, or maybe, just maybe, they would see the return of the wrestler that he once was. As Constance, his carer loosens his restraints and allows him into the ring, she disappears back up the ramp towards the back … the three competitors in the ring look on, puzzled. This was a fatal-four-way, yes … but against a genuine lunatic? Not something any of them had signed up for.
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“ANNND NOW; FROM THE ST. MARY'S CLINIC OF BOSTON … HAILING FROM LONDON, ENGLAND . . . WEIGHTING TWO HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FOOT TWO . . . THEEEEE CLINICAL, EDDDDDDWARRRRRRRRRD CAAAAAAASE!”
RON WAY //
“ARE WE SAFE!? I DON'T FEEL SAFE!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Now you know how the entirety of the women's division feel about having you call their matches, Ron!”
RON WAY //
“Well- yeah. Okay.”
CJ CLARKE //
“A bit of back story for those watching at home! Eddie Case, for most of the two thousand and eighteen, had been relatively unknown in his appearances within the wrestling scene and has now been regarded by some as nothing more than a one-hit-wonder. A man that has held onto the past too long. After falling out with his brotherhood, he had not been seen since, being hidden from the public eye, this was due to him being checked into the St. Mary’s Clinic of Boston where he had received treatment for his split personality, controlling them and coming to terms with the fact that he had been broken mentality by the people of Paradise Industries, he had come out of the facility, being recommended to be checked in with his carer, knowing that he could easily relapse back into the split personalities once more and become much more unstable. What's interesting though, is his carer has left the arena already …”
RON WAY //
“IS THAT WISE!? HE CAME TO THE RING IN A STRAIGHT JACKET!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Mind games, perhaps Ron? There's only one way to find out!”
RON WAY //
“Referee Andrew 'Andie' Matheison has his work cut out for him in this one!”
Like clockwork, the bell sounds three times and as it does, big Christopher Miller sprints to the opposite side of the ring and delivers a devastating dropkick to the head region of DMX3, the force throws him over over the top rope, seemingly knocking him out in the progress and in essence, turning this fatal four-way into a triple threat. Meanwhile, LJ charges towards the mentally unstable Eddie Case and throws him out of the ring with relative ease. The strength of LJ is unparalleled. A super athlete of sorts.
CJ CLARKE //
“It's now a one on one contest! Christopher James Miller now alone in the ring with LJ!”
RON WAY //
“High octane action from the bell!”
After exchanging blows in the center of the ring, and a schoolyard tussle , Christopher Miller manages to ground LJ but at such an early point in the match, LJ is able to get to his feet relatively quickly which merely infuriates the man representing Trinidad. LJ tries to throw Miller over the top rope, but CJ Miller manages to land on the rings apron, on the outside. LJ rushes towards Christopher, but Chris' shoulders him through the middle rope, leaps over the top of a hunched over LJ, runs to the ropes and delivers 'Miller Time' (high-impact elbow smash) which drops LJ to the canvas. Miller quickly scoops the leg of LJ in somewhat of a lack-luster pinning attempt and referee Andrew 'Andie' Matheison gets into position.
ANDREW 'ANDIE' MATHEISON //
“ONE!”
Christopher Miller picks LJ up from the canvas in a headlock, but LJ is quick to power out and Irish-whips the bigger of the two individuals to the ropes, LJ plants his feet and as Miller runs toward him, quickly finds himself on the receiving end of a brutal jumping European uppercut. LJ, looking to seize the moment, whilst the other two competitors of the fatal four-way are still floored outside of the ring quickly covers.
ANDREW 'ANDIE' MATHEISON //
“ONE . . . . . TWO!”
lj takes to exodus' like a duck on water
Both competitors slowly get to their feet, but Christopher Miller gets a very firm grip on LJ's wrist and with all his power, whips him to the nearest rope. The power throws him over the top leaving Christopher Miller as the only man now in the ring . . . or so he thought! Eddie Case is now back in the ring, the 'clinical' one sneaks up on the unsuspecting Miller, spins him around on the spot and it's Eddie Case now who Irish-whips Christopher Miller to the ropes and chases after him. LJ however, who's now up on the apron attempting to get back in the ring, pulls down on the top rope and both Eddie Case and Christopher Miller go crashing to the outside. Lorenzo James (LJ,) throws his arms out to his side and screams “I AM PERFECTION!” to a large pop from the capacity crowd, before stepping between the ropes and jogs on the spot . . .
CJ CLARKE //
“I've seen this from LJ before! He's thinking high risk!”
RON WAY //
“You know what they say!”
CJ CLARKE //
“What's that?”
RON WAY //
“I legitimately thought you'd know. I have no idea!”
CJ CLARKE //
“HIGH RISK, HIGH REWARD!”
RON WAY //
“OH! Of course!”
With elk like grace, LJ sprints towards the ropes and contorts his body in a magnificent fashion, executing a flawless over the top rope corkscrew plancha wiping out BOTH Christopher Miller AND Eddie Case! Meanwhile, DMX3 is still out cold on the outside after the devastating dropkick at the beginning of the match. All four men are now on the outside. Christopher Miller is the first to his feet, grabs Eddie Case by the hair and rolls him under the bottom rope, and once again attempts a pinfall, however, Eddie kicks out after a quick one count. Eddie, now on his knees throws his arms in the air, almost an act of cowardice, perhaps it was too soon for the deranged individual to step up to the big stage, but to Miller, it means little and he lunges toward the downed opponent. Eddie though catches Miller's ankle and drops him face first into the bottom turnbuckle. Eddie Case quickly gets to his feet, and with a Wilhelm scream begins stomping frantically on the back of a shaken Miller's head until referee Andie Matheison needs to tear him away, pointing at the EPW logo on his shirt asserting his authority on the match. Eddie however, shakes off the referee and hits a standing double stomp to the back of Miller's head and clambers to the top rope, looking for a high impact move. The crowd begin to roar in anticipation, knowing full well this could be it!
CJ CLARKE //
“Eddie taking to much time. Looks like he's having some doubts!”
RON WAY //
“He came to the ring in a straitjacket! Of course, he's in a perpetual state of confusion!”
Christopher Miller back to his feet, surprising Eddie, before climbing to the middle rope from the inside. Eddie fights back, raining down punches as LJ gets back into the ring and joins the action, temporarily teaming with Miller, looking for a double powerbomb, when out of absolutely nowhere; DMX3entersthefrey, and breaks up the corner tussle, tearing both LJ and Christopher Miller away and shoves Eddie firmly in the midsection causing him to tumble horrible to the outside and quickly turns his attention to LJ, grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him with every bit of strength he could muster to the opposite ring post. LJ hits hard. DMX3 now turns to Christopher, who's down on one knee and looks for vengeance for almost wiping him out of the match so early on.
RON WAY //
“HE'S BACK!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Triple threat no more! We're back to what was intended. Afatalfourway.”
RON WAY //
“JEEPERS! What a clothesline from DMX3! Absolutely flooring ole Chrissy Miller!”
Looking to capitalize on his recent flurry of offense, DMX3 picks Miller up by his short brown hair into a seated position and swings his right boot wildly into the Pittsburgh homeboy's back before cupping his hands to his mouth and shouts “WHO WE BE!” DMX3 goes back to work on the downed Miller, stomping on his head repeatedly before surveying his surroundings, it's clear he has the run of the land and picks Christopher back to his feet before hitting with several savage elbow strikes and a chop that almost registered on the Richter scale. Miller collapses onto his back and DMX3, in a rush scoops the giant leg of his opposite number.
ANDREW 'ANDIE' MATHEISON //
“ONE. .
. . . TWO!”
Eddie Case has somehow managed to get back to his feet and drags himself up onto the apron but is spotted by DMX3 and blasted back to the outside. Lorenzo James now attempts a similar thing, clambering up the stairs and attempts to step through the ropes, but he too is mauled and tossed back to the outside when suddenly, he turns his attention back to the downed opponent in the center of the squared circle. Once again, picking up Miller by his short yet very grabbable hair and attempts a powerlifting move, Miller counters and throws a wild right hand which connects with the jaw of the man who'd been making him suffer for the last few minutes in the match, but even though a regular man would have been knocked out cold, DMX3 isn't afraid of throwing hands and throws his elbow into Millers temple. With momentum on his side, DMX3 climbs to the top turnbuckle, looking to end it off the top rope.
RON WAY //
“That deranged lunatic, Eddie Case is back in the ring!”
CJ CLARKE //
“It looks like Eddie is going for a super-plex to the inside, but does he have the strength!?”
RON WAY //
“PHWWOOOOAR! Apparently not. DMX3 kicks him away!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Christopher Miller back to his feet! NO!? DMX3 kicks him away too!”
RON WAY //
“For the love of god Darius Malcolm Super Longname! GET OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!”
CJ CLARKE //
“It's DMX3!”
RON WAY //
“I KNOW THAT! It's just awkward to say so repetitiously . . .”
Both Eddie Case and Christopher Miller get to their feet and lock eyes, almost making a telepathic contract between one another and approach DMX3 who's still perched on the top turnbuckle looking for a double suplex from the top rope, getting into position. The roar of the crowd begins to louden, anticipating what could be a devastating blow! As the thousands in attendance stomp their feet and heighten the atmosphere, LJ re-enters the ring and the roof lifts off the place! Lorenzo James, more affectionately known by two simple letters positions himself between both Eddie Case and Christopher Miller who are standing on either side of the middle turnbuckle, and delivers a devastating double powerbomb. As Eddie and Christopher's momentum carry them toward the canvas, their grip on DMX3 doesn't slip up and they deliver a double superplex at the same time!
CROWD //
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!​"
Lorenzo quickly covers the fallen Eddie Case, but all for naught as the referee's count only reaches two. Lorenzo can't believe it, a look of shock washing over his face and he rapidly jumps on top of Christopher Miller, hooking the leg. ANOTHER TWO COUNT! Meanwhile, exhausted and battered DMX3 rolls out of the ring, where he spent a large portion of the start of this fiercely fought contest.
CJ CLARKE //
“LJ is superhuman!”
'holy shit' chant the epw capacity crowd
RON WAY //
“Surely his tank is almost empty!?”
CJ CLARKE //
“I doubt it. If anything, he looks more fired up than ever!”
RON WAY //
“LJ back to his feet, bringing CJ Miller with him!”
With a showing off immense upper body strength and intestinal fortitude, LJ holds Miller in a beautifully executed stalling suplex, but whilst Miller hangs upside down six foot plus in the air, he drives a barrage of knees to the top of LJ's cranium. Miller manages to escape, landing on his feet. STEEL CITY PHANTOM! (muscle buster.) LJ is floored, and Christopher is quick to capitalize, collapsing his exhausted frame on top of LJ but before the referee can even reach the count of one, Eddie Case re-enters the contest and kicks Miller firmly in the jaw and now it's he who places his opponent in a pinning predicament.
ANDREW 'ANDIE' MATHEISON //
“ONE . .
. . . TWO!”
It's beginning to feel like Case's match to lose, as he whips the previously downed Miller into the corner, chasing after him but is elbowed in the nose when they reach the ring post. NOW LJ BEHIND BOTH MEN! DOUBLE SUPLEX!!! DMX3 now also in the ring, and we're back to four, but three out of the four individuals are collapsed in a different corner of the ring, gasping for air, their chests pulsating heavily as they try and muster the strength to go on. DMX3 staggers and a wry grin appears. He sprints towards Eddie Case. CANNONBALL! Sprints at LJ, CANNONBALL! Sprints at Christopher Miller, CANNONBALL!
RON WAY //
“It's a roley-poley-a-thon!”
CJ CLARKE //
“I think you'll find that is a rolling cannonball-”
RON WAY //
“ROLEY-POLEY!”
DMX3 picks Christopher Miller to his feet, the man has seemingly taken more punishment than the other three in this match and whips him towards the ropes, looking for a savage lariat but Christopher ducks beneath it, delivering a rapid succession of body blows followed by a lariat of his own! LJ rejoins the action, hitting a massive European uppercut on the unsuspecting Miller! Exhausted, LJ drops to a single knee. EDDIE CASE … IT'S EDDIE CASE! FACT OF LIFE (curb stomp) ON LJ! The crowd goes absolutely ballistic, as Eddie gets down on the matt and quickly scoops both legs of LJ, referee Andie Matheison quick to realize the pinfall.
ANDREW 'ANDIE' MATHEISON //
“ONE . .
. . . TWO
. . .
THR”
CJ CLARKE //
“LJ KICKS OUT! LJ KICKS OUT AFTER A DEVASTATING FACT OF LIFE!”
RON WAY //
“I could have sworn it was over! I was skimming my notes for the next match! What resiliency!”
CJ CLARKE //
“It looks like that was the final straw for Eddie though! He's arguing with the ref- WHOAH! You can't shove a referee like that, Eddie!”
RON WAY //
“KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF THE OFFICIAL! HE'S GOT, KIDS!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Andie is no rookie official, Ron … Looks like the calmer of the heads has prevailed in this situation. Eddie has gone back to the grind, picking LJ up, BY THE NOSTRILS!?”
Clearly bemused by almost having a Michael Jackson-esque nose job performed on him in the center of the ring, LJ fights back with a slap across the face of Eddie, but Eddie shrugs it off and whips LJ to the ropes, but in another freak showing of athleticism LJ jumps onto the middle rope and bounces back with a corkscrew European uppercut. A thing of utter beauty. LJ now psyching himself up, Eddie gets up to one knee – SUPERKICK! Eddie collapses back to the canvas and LJ quickly applies the figure four leg lock but Eddie's to close to the bottom rope, the hold has to be broken but now DMX3, from behind … SMALL PACKAGE!
ANDREW 'ANDIE' MATHEISON //
“ONE;
TWO!”
LJ breaks up the pinfall, throwing DMX3 over the top rope, but now Eddie Case is back to his feet, throwing hands. LJ manages to grab the wrist of Eddie as a fist lurches toward his face and drops him into what looks like a crossface-esque submission. Not one of LJ's go-to moves, but desperate times call for desperate measures! What's this!? FLYING DMX3, who's clambered from ringside, to top of the ring post and with a leap of faith delivers a flying splash. LJ sees it coming, rolls out of the way but Eddie is absolutely flattened! PERFECT KNEE!! LJ's signature pop up jumping knee strike connects with DMX3 as he gets to his feet! COVER!
ANDREW 'ANDIE' MATHEISON //
“ONE . . .
. . . TWO””
CJ CLARKE //
“BROKEN UP BY CHRISTOPHER MILLER! ALL FOUR OF THESE MEN ARE LEAVING EVERYTHING OUT THERE!”
RON WAY //
“BAH GAWD!”
CJ CLARKE //
“You-you can't say that, Ron . . .”
RON WAY //
“Fine, fine … Puppies!?”
CJ CLARKE //
“Back to the action!”
Christopher Miller now staggers towards the downed LJ, Irish-whips him to the ropes – WHAT THE!? CANADIAN DESTROYER BY THE BIG MAN!? Miller now in control, looking for the 'Three Rivers Drop' (sitout powerbomb) on LJ, signaling for the end, but as Christopher picks him up, is once again on the receiving end of a monster uppercut. LJ now looking for the 'Perfect Formula' (lethal injection) . . . WAIT; It's DMX3! WHAT A COUNTERFEST! #WOKE (fireman's carry powerslam) ON LJ! DMX3 WITH THE COVER! I REPEAT, DMX3 WITH THE COVER!
ANDREW 'ANDIE' MATHEISON //
“ONE …
...TWO”
EDDIE CASE DRAGS DMX3 OUT OF THE RING! Incensed, DMX3 throws Eddie into the barricade, as a fan reaches over the guard rail, tapping him on the shoulder, distracting him only momentarily. This lapse in concentration could be lethal! EDDIE CASE WITH A SLINGBLADE! Wanting nothing more than to get the three count and claim the vindication he feels deserving of, Eddie quickly rolls his own battered frame into the ring and merely lays on top of LJ, who is still down in the center of the ring. The lack of held leg is detrimental though, as he only gets a count of two. LJ & Eddie Case are now the only two men left in the ring.
CJ CLARKE //
“These men are spent, these men have to dig down deep. Extra innings, to establish themselves here on the first episode of EPW.”
CROWD //
“THIS IS AWESOME” clap clap clap-clap-clap “THIS IS AWESOME” clap clap clap-clap-clap.
RON WAY //
“Indeed it is!”
Lorenzo James picks himself up in the corner of the ring, looking visibly exhausted but Eddie is straight back to him, whipping around LJ, wrapping his arms around his waist and HOLLLLY SHIT! GERMAN SUPLEX OUT OF THE RING! LJ MUST BE DEAD!? JESUS! WHAT A MOVE! Christopher Miller back to his feet! MILLER TIME! MILLER TIME (high-impact elbow smash) which drops Eddie Case faster than a burning French religious monument and hooks both legs of the fallen Eddie, and uses the ropes to his advantage to get a cheeky win, but DMX3 grabs both of Christopher's feet off the bottom rope from the outside and drags him outside the ring where the two start exchanging lefts and rights, up the rampway and away from the ring. Meanwhile, in the ring, Eddie Case stands alone but notices an ever-defiant LJ try desperately to crawl under the bottom rope. FACT OF LIFE! FACT OF LIFE! WHAT A CURB STOMP BY EDDIE!
RON WAY //
“EDDIE CASE HAS THE COVER IN THE RING! EDDIE IS GOING TO STEAL IT! EDDIE IS GOING TO STEAL IT …”
ANDREW 'ANDIE' MATHEISON //
“ONE . .
. . . TWO
. . .
THREEEEEE!”
RON WAY //
“STOLE IT! EDDIE CASE STEALS IT! A MASSIVE VICTORY!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Stole it? You gotta be kidding me, three ridiculous competitors putting on the match of their life and Eddie Case walks out with his hand held in the air! WHAT A CONTEST! Can't take anything away from anyone in this match. They gave it everything they have. It's only early twenty-nineteen, but that could very well be a match of the year candidate!
RON WAY //
“Don't get ahead of yourself, we haven't even seen Blaze Freya and Amberley Hilliard in action yet! I wonder what they'll wear-”
CJ CLARKE //
“Is there no end to your seediness!?”
RON WAY //
“The end is just the beginning repeated-”
CJ CLARKE //
“WHAT!?”
RON WAY //
“You'll understand when you're my age! You have to feel for LJ! It looked like he had this match in the bag. I wonder how long it'll take Eddie's carer to get that straitjacket back on him?”
CJ CLARKE //
“Pretty hard to be restrained when you've got an arm held high in the air after being victorious in what was nothing short of a scintillating contest!”
RON WAY //
“You know what comes next, don't you!?”
CJ CLARKE //
“Well, for Eddie Case? Or the other three brave men who just left it all out there ...”
RON WAY //
“NO! WE'VE GOT ELI PRESCOTT COMING OUT HERE! LAAAAAAAAAAADIES!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Well, lady?”
RON WAY //
“Oh, so you're the grammar police now, are you!? HMMM!?”
CJ CLARKE //
“Well, I am English ...”
Through the arena that’s now darkened, now that the four contestants who put on quite the performance have been helped to the back, the show rolls on forward at a startling pace. A soothing female robotic voice sounds off, saying/showing “System Failure” twice on the tron before a deep male voice comes in with “GAME OVER” when the electronic intro of “Attack” by Thirty Seconds To Mars sounds off and during this time, Eli Prescott comes out wearing her traditional ring gear, comprised of a cropped with some cursive writing boasting her name, suspenders worn as accessories, ripped leggings with hidden knee pads underneath them, and some brand name footwear.
RON WAY //
“Oh my, and who may this hottie McScotty be?”
CJ CLARKE //
“I swear Ron, you get stupider and stupider every time you open your mouth . . . You said she was out next, after that terrific match we just witnessed!”
RON WAY //
“I'm just so excited!”
After verse one finishes for the chorus to come in, Eli jumps at the same time, striking a mid-air guitar pose, and lands for the lights to brighten the place along with her name painted on the tron. Flowing through the announcer introducing her, Eli quickly paces down the ramp through the audience’s reactions of both cheers and boos where she takes a moment to perform a cartwheel, flipping off the fans mid 'wheel.
CJ CLARKE //
“Some manners! How ladylike of her, there are children watching for crying for out loud!”
RON WAY //
“Shut up CJ! Let the announcer speak, how rude of you!”
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“From Michigan City, Indiana...standing at a height of five feet and eight inches, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds...she is ELI PRESCOTT!”
Eli goes on the ring apron through the metal steps before entering through the middle ropes as she goes inside the ring, hops on the second rope, and taunts the crowd by blowing them a kiss then goes right ahead to take the microphone from the announcer who scurries off when she locked a death glare on him.
ELI PRESCOTT //
“HELLOOOOOO EXOOOOODUS!”
The girl taunted the crowd, a giggle escaping her mouth.
ELI PRESCOTT //
“To those who don’t know who I am, let me just keep it simple: My name is Eli Prescott and I’m one of the BEST breakout stars out there! Now to those who do know me . . . you’re probably wondering why I’m here, let's get to that, shall we? I heard there was some ‘open invitation’ gauntlet match for the — the... what’s it called? — Oh! The Exodus Women’s Championship! And because the news broke, I, of course, had to simply strike a conversation to not only receive a contract BUT to also reserve a spot in the match, aren’t you guys excited!?”
The arena would now be echoed with boos and cheers.
CJ CLARKE //
“I’m going to need a bucket because that match is going to be sick, and sick in a bad way.”
RON WAY //
“Don’t be a buzzkill! Look at her! She’s what Exodus NEEDS anyways! The looks, the mic skills are on point if I must say-”
CJ CLARKE //
“Yeah but what about in-ring skills, Ron?”
RON WAY //
“ . . .”
CJ CLARKE //
“That’s what I thought.”
ELI PRESCOTT //
“You see, there’s going to be a few more women obviously and it’s GREAT to see that we females are getting recognized for what we’re doing and not being used as a ‘bathroom break’ excuse because that era is over with! No more! It’s time we show the men what we got, it’s time we redefine the definition of Women’s Wrestling, and it’s time we rewrite history OURSELVES! But let's not get ahead of ourselves . . . because in the end, it’s every woman for themselves. I know the strategy! It’s CLEARLY visible! They’ll be there for you for a good while until opportunity knocks on the door and when that day comes, they’ll turn their back on you QUICKER than they befriended you. Trust me, that won’t start with me and you know when I say something, then I mean it . . . not only that but we don’t need any more veterans to be crowned champion, they’ve had their moments over and over and where does that leave newcomers like me? We don’t get ANYTHING! We’re forced to put a smile on our faces, act like it was nothing, and applaud the ones who can’t seem to get enough of themselves, I think it’s time for a change . . . “
CJ CLARKE //
“Can someone bring me a blanket and a pillow? I want to get back to calling some action!”
RON WAY //
“Action!? THIS IS ACTION! LOOK AT HER! Can someone bring me a new replacement? Christ.”
ELI PRESCOTT //
“This company needs someone who can bring Exodus to the level where it NEEDS to be, someone who can talk the talk, someone who’s fresh blood and simply the hottest prospect, and that someone . . . is ME! I’m just that competitor who can mount to ALL of those! There is NO women here or anywhere that’s like me, I may not exactly be born into the business or have the luxury lifestyle to afford the training tuition but I work my ass off to get to where I am today! I came from nothing, I had nothing, and I was told I was going to be NOTHING! And what’s funny is I actually thought so too! My parents and my aunt didn’t care for me, I worked the shittiest job there ever was where I used to live, and the people there actually suck, the rate of coming across normal civilians is REALLY rare . . . suddenly a golden chance of a lifetime came on my doorstep and you BEST believe I took it within a heartbeat and NEVER turned back since then!”
“To the women in the back, you’re looking at the next GREATEST thing to happen and laugh all you want, I could care less. It just won’t be funny when I’m the female alpha crushing each and EVERY single one of you in the ring to be crowned Exodus Women’s Champion. Just WATCH me . . .”
The microphone is dropped in the middle of the ring while 'Attack' by Thirty Seconds to Mars begins blasting throughout the arena again as Eli exits the ring and walk up the ramp, then head backstage through the curtains, not to be seen again until EPW's second episode . . .
CJ CLARKE //
“Well folks, there you have it! Tamara Masterson will almost definitely run the gauntlet in our second episode after making very light work of Ravynn Ryder, and Eli Prescott has made her claim for the Exodus Womens Title … who will join her!?”
​
RON WAY //
“Blaze! No-Amberley! No . . . BLAZE! NO! AMBERLEY – NO!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Unfortunately, due to the savage attack on Sphinx Payne by that degenerate, Sasco Moss earlier and of course 'The Cancer,' James Knight simply not showing up the scheduled affair between Payne and Knight is off . . . HOWEVER, we have a special treat for you, because I've just received word that none other than the founding father of Exodus Pro Wrestling, Fin Banks himself is due out here any second now.”
RON WAY //
“Be on your best behavior!”
CJ CLARKE //
“ME!?”
Musical theme of Exodus Pro Wrestling; Bring Me The Horizon's hit single, 'Mantra' from their two thousand and nineteen release, 'Amo' blares through the in-house system, bringing each and everybody in attendance to their feet, until eventually coming to its natural conclusion as the camera slowly pans around the arena showcasing the numerous signs in the crowd and the excitement is intoxicating. Various images highlighting the matches on display tonight flicker sporadically over the tron until the camera finally settles on the ring where Austin Wayne stands with a microphone in hand.
AUSTIN WAYNE //
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN PLEASE GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE, AND REMAIN STANDING AS I INTRODUCE TO YOU … THE OWNER, FOUNDER, COMMANDER, CHIEF AND THE HEART AND SOUL OF EXODUS PRO WRESTLING . . . FINNNNNNNNNN BANNNNNNNNKS!!"
'Money,' a song once brought to immense popularity by rock 'n roll legends Pink Floyd took a 'metalcore' twist in twenty-eighteen when Of Mice & Men put their trademark spin on it to critical acclaim. The sounds of cash dropping to the ground is quickly engulfed by bass and snare build when suddenly, the classic riff takes on a new, thick detuned form as bright green and gold lights rapidly begin to dart around the arena. Dollar bills tastefully grace the enormous screen, but to those with an eagle eye, observe that Washington's face has been replaced with none other than philanthropist, billionaire and now pro-wrestling owner Fin Bank's. Not one to waste time, Fin makes his way from Gorilla, and now stands atop the ramp as the venues light dim and a greenish spotlight now pulls him into focus. As Fin brings a microphone to his lips he struggles to get a single word out as the chants around the venue become deafening.
CROWD //
“EEE-PEE-DUB … EEE-PEE-DUB … EEE-PEE-DUB”
FIN BANKS //
“THANK YOU!”
“For those of you who took on the task of transferring Exodus Pro Wrestling from a dream to a very real, very beautiful reality, I couldn't be more grateful! I know that it wasn't easy at times.”
“As is true with any project encompassing so many different aspects, there were some ups and downs, but that's to be expected. Each and every one of you, from the catering team, the architects to more recently, our treasured signings, our star attractions... the wrestlers. You all pulled together and worked as a team. The bottom line is, I know how much time and energy this assignment demanded, and I deeply appreciate all of your efforts, both individually, and as a cohesive unit. Thank you all, sincerely, for being true professionals, for being inspirational! You are a great team. You are Exodus! This is all as much yours as it is mine. This successful outcome, the result of all your hard work and dedication, is down to you. And, lastly, thank you for the pleasure and privilege of working with you!”
“Congratulations to us all, once again!”
"For those of you who don't know... I am the owner, founder and heart and soul of Exodus Pro Wrestling. .. My name is... Fin Banks.
CROWD //
“EX-O-DUS … EX-O-DUS … EX-O-DUS … EX-O-DUS!”
A smile brighter than a fresh full moon washes over the executive, before yelling into the microphone, “WE ARE …” then raises the Shure SM58 with branded Exodus decal flag to the air for the crowd to respond.
CROWD //
“EXODUS!”
FIN BANKS //
“WE ARE ...”
CROWD //
“EXODUS
WE ARE EXODUS - clap clap clap -
EXODUS -clap clap clap -
FIN BANKS, exodus pro wrestling
OWNER arrives at the conflict precinct!
FIN BANKS //
“Oh, that feels good! You're damn right we are. Without further ado, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride!! Be seeing you all very, very soon!!"
As “Money,” the tremendous cover of Pink Floyd's classic by Of Mice And Men, theme of Exodus' owner Fin Banks reverberates throughout the state of the art 'Conflict Precinct,' the camera's attention shifts from the arena's rampway where the owner of the company once stood, towards the back. To those unaware, each contracted star who've signed with Exodus Pro Wrestling had been offered their own complimentary and customized locker-room. No expense had been spared, and this is exactly where the next scene opens. The room boasts a marvelous black leather recliner, opposite it a modest sixty five inch television. With almost goth-esque trimmings, stylistically exaggerating the characteristics of whoever inhabits it. After a quick pan around the room, the long-haired individual whom brutally attacked Sphinx Payne in the center of the ring earlier in the program could be seen. With a Nintendo 64 controller in hand, staring mindlessly at the screen effortlessly clocking 'Rainbow Road' from the cult classic 'Mario Kart' for likely the seven millionth time in his thirty-year life, a joynt hanging from his lips smoldering away the door to the locker-room swings open wildly . . . Problem is, it doesn't belong to the Nottinghamshire native, but another British EPW star.
blaze freya can't believe her eyes!
BLAZE FREYA //
"WHO THE FU-
In storms The Blackpool Bombshell with a black and red Louisville Slugger in hand, when she lays her icy blue eyes on the only man she had ever considered her significant other in this business, she suddenly drops the bat letting it clink and clank on the floor as she freezes in place with a shocked expression. A shiver runs down her spine, snapping her right out of the trance-like state and into a more nonchalant act to try convincing her former lover that she wasn't completely caught off guard.
BLAZE FREYA //
"I uh... got word there was somebody in my locker room but they didn't tell me who. Wha- What are you doing here, Sas? Where have you been all this time? No fuck that, matter of fact, answer me this..."
She steps closer and with each step, she appears more and more angered until The Blackpool Bombshell eventually shouts;
BLAZE FREYA //
"WHO IN THE FUCK!!! IS AMBERLEY LEOTARD OR WHATEVER HER SILLY FUCKIN' NAME IS N' WHY IN THE BLUE HELL IS SHE PARADING AROUND TELLING ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN TO MY UGLY STUNT DOUBLE, THAT SHE DATED YOU!?"
SASCO MOSS //
“Well, 'ello hotness . . . it's been a while.”
BLAZE FREYA //
“ANSWERS. NOW!”
SASCO MOSS //
“Ugh. That slag. I wouldn't piss in her ear if her brain was on fire. W-why? That was a long, long time ago.”
Blaze glares, frustrated by his way of answering a question with a question and more or less trying to dodge the original topic at hand.
BLAZE FREYA //
"Why!? Um, maybe because I've been getting questions like: "How's it feel to have the sloppy seconds to your twin?" or: "What's up with Sasco, I heard he's dating a girl who looks just like you!"
Blaze in a fit of rage stomps the Nintendo into pieces and then shoots daggers back at Sasco.
BLAZE FREYA //
"So... Who is she? Are you fucking her? Did you think you could replace me so easily or did you just figure what the hell, Blaze is probably out searching the damn world for me since my disappearance, might as well pick up a slut on the way back!...? Hmm!?"
With reddened eyes, Moss looks down at his prized console in tatters on the ground – then back up at Blaze. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out the mood set the British shenom is in. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulls a signature jazz cigarette from his top pocket, lights it and offers it to Blaze, who snatches it out of his hand, takes a quick drag and throws it at the wall in a fit of rage. To Moss, in his deranged mind, he was doing what was right at that moment . . . “YOU'RE IN HERE FUCKING PLAYING VIDEO GAMES N' SMOKING POT!!! ANSWER ME!” barks Blaze. With a deep sigh, Sasco pulls himself up off of the couch and looks Blaze in the dead of her icy blue eyes.
SASCO MOSS //
“Well . . . I can tell you one thing for certain. I'm certainly not fucking her!”
A confused look washes over the Nottingham natives face.
SASCO MOSS //
“But, why? That's a name I've not heard in a good five, seven, ten years now? As far as I know, she's still wrestling in bingo halls back in the UK, praying that the promoter of whatever indie show she's working will allow her to share his bed chambers rather than go work the street. And twin!? Oh my, hotness . . . She's got a face that could turn fresh milk sour. When I look at you, into your eyes, I see no such thing. I see-”
BLAZE FREYA //
“WAIT! . . . You don't know, do you!?”
As if triggered by a severe post-traumatic stresser, Moss barks back!
SASCO MOSS //
“WHAT DON'T I KNOW!? I ALWAYS KNO-”
BLAZE FREYA //
“She's here . . . ENOUGH OF THAT! The fuck are you doing here? Where have you been!? You up, and left me for dead? What have you been doing!? WHY NOW!? WHY EVERYTHING!?”
SASCO MOSS //
“SHE'S WHAT!?”
Blaze uses sign language to spell it out for him as if he were deaf, then shouts louder like she's speaking to her grandma who's hard at hearing.
BLAZE FREYA //
"HEERRREE!!! SHE'S HERE, IN EXODUS, SPREADING RUMOURS LIKE A MEAN GIRL IN HIGH SCHOOL! How do you not know this!? I literally have a match with her TONIGHT! Maybe if you'd get your head in the game- NOT the Mario Kart game, THE Game, then maybe you wouldn't be so shocked to hear this? She claims you're here chasing her, wanting her back so you two can fuck off into the sunset together listening to Foreigner or some shit!"
Sasco's jaw falls agape.
SASCO MOSS //
“WHAAAAAAT!? NO-NO-NO!! Last time I received news this bad, I flushed it! Look-fuck, right. THIS IS BAD!” Visibly shaken to the core, Moss looks pale. It's ever apparent he was legitimately unaware of the going on's of Amberley Hilliard. “The truth-the honest truth is, a month or so, maybe longer; I received a phone call from Fin. He put forward a big money offer for me to come out of hiding. I'm legitimately surprised he found me. Hell, I don't even know where I was. But then … then he said something that got my attention, REEEEALLY got my attention. He said that you'd put pen to paper . . . I didn't come back to America for fame, glory, to rekindle an old fire inside, to prove to myself I could still go when the bell sounded. I came here looking for, well – YOU!”
“I know in the past I've had my head so far up my own ass I could lick my tonsils, but you gotta believe me when I say this. Whatever I 'had' with Amberley is in the past.” He slaps himself across the face. “I'll get it together! And hotness-”
BLAZE FREYA //
“Mm?”
SASCO MOSS //
“Foreigner is a legitimately good band . . .”
BLAZE FREYA //
“You're an idiot! You know that right!? My match is next... ARE YOU COMING, OR NOT!?”
Blaze turns on her heel, gesturing for Sasco to follow her whilst a wry, confident smirk washes over Moss' face. Colour begins to fill his cheeks once more, and with her back turned, Moss quickly picks up the jazz cigarette that Blaze had thrown at the wall earlier, stuffs it back into his top pocket and hastily walks behind her, humming the melody to Foreigners iconic song, 'Cold As Ice.' As the scene begins to fade, it opens back up again, once again with footage of the EPW/CP in full swing. The excitement is unparalleled, as the thousands upon thousands in attendance get to their feet in anticipation of the second last match of the card. It's Amberley Hilliard versus Blaze Freya and that match – is – next!
Various shades of green flood lighting begins to fill the Exodus dungeon as the house lights fade. A slight mist begins to emerge from atop the ramp way and suddenly the arena goes pitch-black. “OH MY GOD” screams through the PA system as the green lights suddenly return complete with a spectacular laser show whilst Amberley Hilliard makes her way from backstage, to the top of the ramp. As 'Scary Monsters & Nice Sprites' by Skrillex kicks into overdrive Amberley poses with a hand on her hip, pointing to the thousands in attendance, bopping along to the music and dashes down the steel walk way with a spring in her step. Amberley slides beneath the bottom rope and scampers up the nearest turnbuckle, bending over kissing her palms and blows it to all in attendance.
She jumps from the top turnbuckle, runs to the opposite side of the ring and repeats the same procedure all over again until finally the house lights return as a stage hand passes her a microphone and she brings it to her lips.
AMBERLEY HILLIARD //
“When I got word that I'd be facing Blaze Freya tonight, at Exodus Pro Wrestling's maiden show, I could hardly contain myself. Not because this place is 'prestigous' because hell, have a look around! Did anyone bother to sweep before we arrived? I thought not. It was because of who I'd been placed against. Here's a little bombshell for all of you here tonight … Blaze is with a man, a deadbeat really, that SOME of you might know, buuuuut, I doubt it. Sasco Moss. Ring a bell? No … Well, he's a dead beat. I didn't really want to say this, but hell … I feel compelled to. Blaze, before you come out here, there's a sandwich I was eating out back. Do you want those leftovers too!?”
CROWD //
“SLOPPY SECONDS /CLAPx5/ SLOPPY SECONDS /CLAPx5”
AMBERLEY HILLIARD //
“You actually think you matter to him? Silly girl. What he sees in you, I'll never know. You're nothing more than a CHEAP, imitation of ME . . . so honey, how about you get that skinny ass of yours out here and I'll show you how a real woman rolls! And Sasco … I never loved you . . . asshole!”
'Zenith' by Make Believe Me cuts through Exodus' PA like a knife, lifting the fans from their seats within an instant. Small clips of the Blackpool native in action light up the titantron like a New Years Eve pyrotechnic show as lights throughout the Exodus Conflict Precinct begin to strobe, suddenly smoke begins to filter from beneath the curtain. The words “THE WORST CASE SCENARIO” violently flicker across the 'tron and it's at this moment Blaze Freya makes her way from behind the drapery, wearing cheeky satin booty shorts and a fishnet tee exposing her lace bra beneath. She stands a top the ramp, posing. Looking left, looking right she seems unimpressed rolling her eyes and slowly, but eventually makes her way down the ramp way, ignoring countless screaming fans and children along the way. She climbs the steps one by one, looks to Amberley who's standing in the ring with a snide look on her face, and steps back down, pacing around the unprotected surface surrounding the ring, she signals for a microphone and her music begins to dissipate.
BLAZE FREYA //
"Whoa whoa, hold up! Let's get one thing straight right away, the only reason Sasco lowered his standards enough to date someone like you, was because he hadn't met ME, yet! (Crowd "Ooh's") Yeah I said it... n' do you really think I'd waste my time trying to be like you, someone who has been in the wrestling industry for YEARS longer than I have, when I've been winning world championships for three years straight being myself the whole time? On the first day of my Exodus career, I've made just as much progress as you have in this business you've been in for YEARS longer! So why in the bloody hell would I be
amberley hilliard is ready for blaze freya
imitating a failure, when I'm the greatest thing this company has ever, and will ever see!?"
Amberley tries to speak but Blaze cuts her off.
BLAZE FREYA //
"Rhetorical question, bitch... I'm not gonna stand here talking all night, it's clear you're jealous, it's blatantly obvious that you cry yourself to sleep at night wishing Sasco was there in bed with you... But to get back to Sasco, you gotta go through me first!"
Blaze makes her way up the ring steps, underneath the top rope and now stands in the ring, eyeballing her opposite number.
blaze freya can't wait for the bell to ring
Referee Elrick signals for the bell as ring announcer, Austin Wayne quickly ducks out of the ring and the women meet face to face in the ring for the first time! It's apparent that there is no need for introductions in this personal bout. Off camera, Sasco Moss can be seen slinking from behind the curtain, slowly down the ramp to ringside where he paces anxiously. Hilliard blows a kiss in Freya's face, Blaze's skin is visibly crawling and her preppy smile fades and is replaced with a snarl as she slaps Amberley firmly across the cheek, followed by an elbow smash which drops her to the canvas. Blaze quickly
mounts Amberley as she hits the deck and begins to pound the back of Amberley's neck. The more experienced of the two, Amberley quickly escapes and roles under the bottom rope to try and create distance between the two in an attempt to start the match over but Blaze quickly follows her out of the ring and tosses the unsuspecting opponent over the commentary booth. CJ Clarke manages to get out of the way just in time but Ron Way isn't so lucky as Amberley Hilliard lands right on top of him.
CJ CLARKE //
“RON! RONNNN!? Are you okay?”
RON WAY //
“Hnnnggrwoar yisssssss!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Ron?”
RON WAY //
“I've died and gone to heaven Clarke! Amberley Hilliard on top of me... it's a wet dream come true!”
Blaze Freya walks around to the other side of the commentary booth and drags Amberley off of Ron Way and rolls her back into the ring. Referee Holly Elrick has been counting but the pair of athletes are back into the ring before the count of four. Blaze pounds on the back of Amberley's neck again, but the ring experience of Hilliard comes into play again, as she attempts to roll out of the contest for a second time in as many minutes. Blaze manages to get a fistful of hair and prevents Amberley from getting farther than the apron. Amberley sinks an elbow into Blaze's stomach and escapes the Blackpool natives grip, she quickly runs around the corner of the ring and jumps up onto the adjacent apron. Blaze however is in hot pursuit but is greeted with a flying spinning back kick which strikes Blaze directly in the face, dropping her to the ground like a dead weight.
CJ CLARKE //
“And Amberley Hilliard stands above Blaze Freya and laughs... She's laughing at Blaze!”
RON WAY //
“And so she should! I'm in Amberley's corner bay-bay! Show her what you're good for Amber!!”
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE...”
Amberley rolls Blaze into the ring to break the count, Freya defiantly tries to get to her feet, the pair of women now standing back-to-back. With great ring awareness, Amberley hooks both of her opponent's arms. She then leans forward and drops to her knees, sliding Blaze down her back so that the shoulders are against the mat and Blaze's chin is against her chest. Amberley Hilliard holds Blaze's arms down with her own arms for a classic backslide pin.
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE...
… TWO...”
CJ CLARKE //
“Blaze kicks out!”
RON WAY //
“I saw this in a dream Clarke, Amberley is dominating Blaze and I think, I think I'd like to see more...”
CJ CLARKE //
“ENOUGH!”
Blaze crawls to the ropes and tries to pull herself upright but Hilliard' puts her knee into the back Freya's neck pushing her throat firmly against the rope. The referee forces Amberley to break the hold so instead, she gets a handful of Blaze's dark locks and tosses her to the canvas, and quickly applies a lateral press.
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE...
… TWO...”
Without a moments hesitation Hilliard places Blaze into a rear naked chokehold but with supplies still in the tank, Blaze manages to fight to her feet and swings an elbow wildly backwards that connects with her opponents midsection which forces her to break the hold. Blaze tries to swing the momentum in her favor and launches off the ropes but runs into a short arm clothesline courtesy of Sasco Moss' former lover, Amberley Hilliard. Amberley again with a cross press ...
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE...
… TWO”
Livid, Amberley picks Blaze up by the hair and hits a sitting power bomb, picks her up and sets up for another but this time runs half way across the ring and plants her hard with a running power bomb and applies yet another cover.
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE...
… TWO …
TH...”
AMBERLEY HILLIARD //
“Stay down if you know what's good for you! I don't know what Sasco sees in you, you're nothing but a generic whore whose spent most of this match on her back!!”
Blaze sits upright and swings a right hook that connects with Amberley's midsection whilst screaming “FUCK YOU!” Unimpressed, Amberley retaliates with a spinning back-kick to the head forcing Blaze to drop back to the canvas and Amberley locks eyes with Sasco Moss whose standing ringside pounding on the canvas trying to encourage his native partner to get back to her feet, when it happens. Amberley poses, seemingly exclusively for Moss, stroking her body sensually and the men in attendance go wild. The only boos from the crowd come from the feminazi's in attendance. Blaze slowly makes it to her feet and the pair begin to exchange blows in the middle of the ring. Amberley manages to get the upper hand and rapidly applies the cobra clutch. Blaze is up on a single knee but manages to fight back to her feet and forces Amberley into the corner, her spine bouncing off the padded turnbuckles, she doesn't hit with much force though and Hilliard quickly jumps up to the top turnbuckle whilst Blaze's back is turned, leaps through the air and hits a dropkick to the back of Freya's head. Amberley covers with a stock standard cradle ...
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE...
...TWO...”
Amberley brings Blaze to her feet and throws herself towards the ropes running towards Freya and upon her return Blaze leaps to the air and hits a standing enzuigiri. Both women now back on the canvas and Blaze looks upwards towards Amberley with a disgusted look over her face. The referee's count reaches four and both women make it back to their feet. Amberley charges towards Freya, Freya with an elbow smash dropping Amberley. Amberley quickly gets to her feet and charges towards Blaze again, Blaze delivering another elbow smash to Hilliard. Blaze Freya now picking up steam. Amberley tries her luck for a third time running off the rope but Blaze this time hits a hurricanrana and covers.
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE....
TWO...”
CJ CLARKE //
“That's the sixth cover of this match-up! Both women want to prove themselves in this immense match!”
RON WAY //
“It's more than that Clarke! This is personal! Blaze is up against Moss' former lover … you don't think these women don't want to murder one another!? Never underestimate a woman Clarke. NEVER!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Oh come off it! Amberley has been loving this attention! It almost looks as if she wants to win Moss back!”
RON WAY //
“That lucky mother-”
CJ CLARKE //
“RON!!”
The two tussle in the centre of the ring as they get to their feet and Amberley attempts to put Blaze in another cobra clutch but Blaze powers out before it can be locked in. Blaze hits a very traditional DDT and Amberley attempts to roll out of the ring, Blaze grabs Amberley by the trunks but Amberley has a vice like grip on the ropes and is refusing to let go. Blaze pulls harder and harder but Amberley isn't giving her an inch. With one last thrust Blaze falls backwards with Amberley's trunks still in hand leaving Amberley hanging on to the rope in nothing more than her top and panties.
RON WAY //
“IT'S AMBERLEY HILLIARD THE WAY SHE WAS INTENDED TO BE SEEN!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Oh my god!! The crowd are going insane! They're loving this! She has been exposed!”
RON WAY //
“Trust me Clarke... This is modest compared to what's doing the rounds online at the moment...”
Blaze looks at what's in her hands and throws them to the floor in shock shaking her head in dismay. She can't believe what's just happened and rushes over to Amberley and tries to pick her up off of the ropes. Amberley kicks Blaze in the head and she falls to the canvas. Amberley gets to her feet and capitalises on the situation she's been placed in, shakes her ass for the fans and spanks herself.
CROWD //
“HILLIARD'S AWESOME.... HILLIARD'S AWESOME!!”
Amberley picks Blaze up from the canvas and hits her signature finishing manoeuvre, a modified twist of fate.
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE...
… TWO...
… THR...”
RON WAY //
“Blaze kicks out of the twist of fate!! She's kicked out!! HOW!?”
Screaming at the top of her longs Amberley snaps and looks as if she wants to bury Blaze alive as she gets to her feet. Amberley quickly climbs the nearest ringpost, adjusts and gets her balance and attempts a crossbody splash. Blaze somehow manages to roll through and the pair endup back on their feet. Amberley in a psychotic rage hits a release German suplex, rushes over to Blaze and picks her back to her feet and tries to hit another twist of fate but Blaze counters springing off of Amberley's shoulders, getting to her feet and executing a picture perfect Blazebuster! Instead of pinning instantly, Blaze picks Amberley's head up off of the canvas and blows a kiss into her seemingly unconscious face, mocking the way Amberley had started this match then throws her head back from whence it came. Blaze covers...
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE...
… TWO...”
Somehow Amberley Hilliard manages to kick-out.
RON WAY //
“What were you thinking!? You could have picked up the win, and you do that!? That's another woman, Amberley Hilliard getting into Blaze's head! Now tell me that's not a brilliant strategy!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Well perhaps Blaze's a little over zealous... a little emotional caught up in that moment”
RON WAY //
“Get your head on straight or you're going to lose a fantastic opportunity Freya! Amateur stuff Clarke!”
Blaze now in control picks Amberley to her feet and attempts a bulldog but Hilliard manages to work her way free but finds herself in the corner. Blaze rushes towards Hilliard but at the last possible moment Amberley ducks out between the ropes and watches as Blaze's forehead bounces off the top turnbuckle. Amberley re-enters the ring ducking under the top rope, and licks the middle rope in a sexual manner before re-entering the ring to heavy applauds and panting from the male (and some females) in attendance. Amberley quickly flips into the air to perform another Twist Of Fate but in midflight Blaze catches her and hits a second Blazebuster ... Blaze covers … NO! BLAZE BOTCHES HER OWN FINISHING MANEUVRE! HILLIARD IS BACK ON HER FEET! TWIST OF FATE! Amberley Hilliard, hooks Blaze's leg up high forcing the other one to follow until her knees hit the canvas above her shoulders, the crowd are in a frenzy as Moss is unsure as to whether to intervene, or let his partner, Blaze F'n Freya learn a very valuable lesson in humility.
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE!!! ...” Blaze's legs flail around unconsciously as she's held firmly in the pin. … “TWO!!!” ... Amberley leans back applying more weight to keep her opponent in place as Freya turns her head to the side, looking at Sasco in defeat, he looks to the ground shaking his head. “THR-”
RON WAY //
“KICK-OUT!”
Amberley releases the hold, thinking she's won the match and confronts referee Holly Elrick immediately, but it's a foolish move as Blaze is now to her feet.
CJ CLARKE //
“BLAZEBUSTER! BLAZEBUSTER!”
RON WAY //
“She doesn't botch it this time! That was BRUTAL!”
Blaze, exhausted collapses on top of the stripped Hilliard, scoops both legs and throws them behind her own head. Amberley's shoulders firmly on the canvas.
HOLLY ELRICK //
“ONE . . .
. . . TWO
. . .
. .
.
THREE!!!”
As the bell rings three times signifying the end of the match Blaze stands over Amberley, puts her foot on the downed Nottingham native's face and eyeballs Sasco whose now in the ring and winks. Amberley groggily grabs her ankle and stomps her feet on the mat rapidly, eyes wide as her opponent's foot covers her mouth. Sasco Moss smirks and nods toward Blaze as if silently suggesting she go through with the unthinkable . . . STOMP! BLAZE FREYA STOMPS ON AMBERLEY'S MOUTH!
RON WAY //
“THAT'S IT! I'M GETTING IN THERE! SHE COULD BE MISSING TEETH!”
CJ CLARKE //
“You . . . an old man, wants to get in the ring while Sasco Moss & Blaze Freya are around?”
RON WAY //
“You're right. At least the view from here is good.”
CJ CLARKE //
“You're a pervert. But WHAT a match!”
RON WAY //
“Blaze Freya staking her claim to become the first ever Exodus Womens Champion!”
CJ CLARKE //
“One question remains though, will she start the gauntlet? Finish it? Who knows!”
RON WAY //
“Stay with us folks. The main event is just around the corner!”
AUSTIN WAYNE //
"The following contest is set for ONE-FALL!"
CROWD //
ONNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE-FFFFFFAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL
AUSTIN WAYNE //
"AND IS TONIGHT'S MAIN EVENT! In this match, there are no count outs and no disqualifications. The only way to win is by Pinfall or Submission in the ring, or to cause your opponent to verbally confirm they can take NO MORE!”
Ain't No Grave by Johnny Cash begins to play throughout the Exodus Pro Wrestling/Conflict Precinct, however the classic tune made world famous by the
gone, but not forgotten 'man in black' has had a slight reboot, with funeral toll bells ringing from the offset ( https://youtu.be/i6wvjaL3O30 ) As the beginning of the song hits the arenas lights cut as smoke begins to fill the state of the art complex. The sound of chains clanging rings out in the arena followed by a harsher toll of a bell, as the floor by the stage opens up. Pulsating strobe lights of red and black begin to flash in time to the music whilst deep midnight blue lights begin to dimly light the arena. The floor begins to slowly rise back up as Samael Samhain appears before the crowd, just as the line "Raise Up OuttaThe Ground" is spoken in Cash's sing songy brooding voice. As Sameal appears before the crowd they fall deathly silent, almost as if they were under a trance. Samhain was dressed in his patent long black trench coat, a black t-shirt, with 'Cult of Samhain' written stylistically on it in a striking red font. As was tradition, Samael was also weilding his trusty cane, which he used as a bat frequently. Samael shows very little emotion as he makes his way through the fog, walking down the ramp stretching out his shoulders. As he approaches the ring he runs and slides on his knee on the apron of the squared circle. Samael then cracks his neck twice, before entering the ring. Once in the ring, Samael raises his cane slowly from the ground as the house lights slowly fade in. Samael then looks at the crowd and extends his arms outward as the crowd yells in unison; "JOIN THE CULT OF SAMHAIN!"
samael samhain makes his grand debut
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“INTRODUCING FIRST . . . HAILING FROM BLACKPOOL, ENGLAND, STANDING AT SIX FOOT FOUR AND WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE POUNDS . . . HE IS THE LEEEEEADER OF THE CULT OF SAMHAIN! SAMMMMMMMMAELLLLLL SAMMMMMHAIIN!!”
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RON WAY //
“I've got chills, Clarke. Hold me!”
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CJ CLARKE //
“Not in a million years!”
The arena suddenly goes completely dark; all lights go out aside from the fans' cameras and phones. The beginning of “Thunderstruck,” the iconic track by AC/DC starts to play, allowing the crowd to express their opinion of the man who is stepping into the ring against the cult leader in tonight's main event spectacle! The song gets to the thirty second mark as the words “THUNDER!” are chanted by the band, bright lights flicker then go back to darkness this repeats itself until at the minute and five second mark a figure can be seen from entrance to walk out of the gorilla position, the lights no longer flash then at the minute and thirty-four second mark the lights are returned to normal as on the stage, Jakob turns towards the crowd with a cocky smile, wearing a white leather jacket with pink and light blue wrestling shorts that match his boots oh so perfectly. With a lollipop in hand, he starts to make his way down to the ring to throw abuse at anyone who dared shout something unintelligent at him. His entrance theme, now at the one minute and fifty-second mark have allowed Jakob to already slide into the middle of the ring, he points toward his opponents - lollipop still in hand as the PA system blurts out “YOU'VE BEEN; THUNDERSTRUCK!” Jakob then throws the lollipop towards Samhain, then with a smile get to his corner to lounge like a lazy cat.
CJ CLARKE //
“Cocky, arrogant and not afraid to delve into the weird just to get into his opponents head.”
RON WAY //
“Although Jakob may be cocky he can back it up in the ring and he knows it.”
CJ CLARKE //
“Oh and how!”
AUSTIN WAYNE //
“AND HIS OPPONENT! STANDING AT FIVE FOOT TEN, WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS HAILING FROM
jakob delion poses prior to the main event
JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA . . . HE IS-JAAAAAAAAAAKOB DELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOONNNN!!!”
The two competitors stand opposite one another, to them, it was nothing but the other, the arena that was drenched in watchful eyes and hysteric cheers was nothing but a worthless distraction from the heat of the moment that is soon to take place. Both unmoving, in the body and stare- unblinking, ready for the other to make the first mistake. The referee, John Rammage was a balding dark-haired, suntanned and sticky individual as he nervously held the bull rope in his hands. The ref raises the heavy rope with two hands above his head, a glint of white blossoms from DeLions first movement from stepping into the ring. Samhain is still unmoved, staring straight through the referee as he lowers the rope, the painted figure thrusts out his left arm as if he'd just punched someone through the heart- the referee scuttles over to place one side of the rope around his wrist once on Samhain snatches his hand away to return to its previous position.
Quickly with haste, the referee creeps over to DeLion who now somewhat mimics Samhain but puts his own flamboyant flare- leaning forward, shoulders out wide, lips puckered and butt very much out. The referee places the other side of the rope on Jakob's wrist. Jakob chuckles a little and brings his hand back to his side, continuing to taunt Samael, who still remained unmoved, and unphased. The crowd quieted to an eerie silence. Before the referee could ring the bell for the match to begin, Samael raised his hand, muttering something under his breath. The referee stopped dead in his tracks, as Samael looks at Jakob, maybe even through Jakob, as if staring through into his soul. Samael moves his left hand and gestures from the ramp towards him. It was then Kym Kysiel began to walk down the ring, dressed in a leather jacket, shorts with ripped fishnets. She was wearing a vibrant green lipstick that contrasted heavily with her black attire. As she sauntered down the ramp, she keeps her hands behind her back, seemingly keeping something hidden from Jakob. Samuel then motions for the referee to continue and takes a deep breath, eyes set to kill.
RON WAY //
“IT'S KYM KYSIEL, CJ!”
CJ CLARKE //
“The woman who Kakob DeLion powerbombed off an RV during the grand opening of this very venue! WHAT ON EARTH IS SHE DOING OUT HERE!?”
The referee signals for the bell, and the match is underway! Jakob struts around the ring, chest puffed a smile across his face. He looks to Samael and chuckles "Why are you bringing out that old cumsack Sammy Boy? You think I give a fuck about her! I powerbombed her off of an RV for fuck's sake!" The crowd OOO's at Jakob's comment as Samael stares, his gaze unwavering. He then takes a couple of steps towards the center of the ring and raises an arm, offering a test of strength. Jakob nods and takes Samael's hand, as Samael almost immediately bends it backward, as Jakob tries his best to fight back. Samael then heap shots Jakob, kicking him in the front of the knee, quite stiffly. Jakob falls to a knee, and Samael lets go of Jakob's right hand. Samael then grabs Jakob's wrist with his left hand, his right grabbing onto his index finger and slowly pulling it back. Jakob looks like he is about to scream before he grabs the rope with his right hand and gives it a sharp tug. Jakob leans up with the crown of his head and headbutts Samael in the Addams apple, causing Samael to let go and grab his throat in pain. Samael coughs a few times as Jakob gets to his feet and uses the rope, wrapping it around Samael's head before delivering a wide Russian leg sweep, that Jakob quickly kips up from. Samael grabs his head as the crowd is unsure how to take that in, giving a mix of cheers from the Thunderradicals and Boos from members of "Cult Samhain."
Jakob was quick to turn to Kym and give a deep bow as Samael continued clutching his head. Jakob turns to the audience and laughs a little; "Three years away from the ring, and he thinks he can step to ME! I THINK NOT!" Jakob turned back to Samael, who at this time was on a knee. Jakob went for a straight right, but Samael catches his hand, and twists his wrist with a wrist lock, lifting Jakob off of his feet as Samael stood back up. Samael then wrapped his left arm around Jakob and twisted downward, driving Jakob down to the matt with a Sambo-esque throw. Samael then leaps and drops a knee onto Jakob's chest. Samuel was quick to his feet, stomp to the gut of Jakob, who quickly sat up. Samuel ran the ropes, goes for a running knee, but Jakob blocks it with his forearms, shoves Samael back. Jakob leaps to his feet, quick sweep from Samael, Jakob leaps over it. Jakob twists in the air, PELE KICK! Samael gets caught, Samael staggers against the ropes! Jakob turns, Samael rushes using the momentum from the ropes, LARIET! Jakob is down, Samael quick to react now turns around STANDING MOONSAULT!
Jakob rolls outta the way, Samael handsprings out if the move! Jakob rushes from behind - SAMAEL WITH A TORNADO KNEE OUTTA NOWHERE! Samael holds Jakob up, right elbow, left backfist, SPINNING HOOK KICK TO DELION!!! DeLion looks out on his feet, but he is still standing up! Somehow, someway! The crowd is losing their minds, erupting in cheers from the display of strikes from both men. Samael yells and bounces off the ropes, DISCUS ELB- WAIT NO! Jakob.... JAKOB WITH A LEAPING KNEE OF HIS OWN! Samael is stunned! Jakob kicks down low, causing Samael to double over, Jakob hits a hard knee to Samael's head. Samael staggers back, falls against the ropes! CRACK Jakob hits Samael with the bull ropes across the lower ribs!! Samael lets out a roar of pain as he falls to his knees, before CRACK A second time! This time a laceration forms along the side of Samael!
The crowd OOO's with each strike from the bull rope! Samael rolls outta the ring as Jakob takes a moment to recuperate from their war of strikes.
CJ CLARKE //
“This is a personal affair, I don't think either of us could possibly find the words to sum this one up!”
RON WAY //
“All I know is, the real winner of this match will be that bull-rope. Holy hell, it's such a nasty device!”
Samael slowly began to stir as Kym rushed over and whispered something to Samael. Samael nods and rolls under the ring as the rope follows him. Slowly the rope becomes taught as Jakob is dragged out of the ring. Jacob lands to the outside with a thud before being dragged under the ring! Jacob claws and fights his way away from the apron, but a bat creeps out from under the ring and cracks Jakob in the head before Jakob disappears under the ring. Several moments pass before Samael crawls out the other side of the ring, near the announcer's table. Samael pulls on the rope, eventually unveiling the nearly unconscious body of Jakob DeLion. Samael then proceeded to tear apart the announcer's table, as he winks at Ron. Samael lays Jakob down on the exposed table, as he takes a few deep breaths and climbs up to the top rope. Samael gauges the leap and takes a deep breath, yelling "JOIN THE CULT!" before measuring Jakob. However Jakob, crafty as always, was one step ahead! Jacob rolls off the table and pulled on the rope, causing Samael to lose balance, and take a nasty spill off of the top rope to the outside! Samael's neck and shoulders firmly connect to the outside, a sharp pain shooting down Samael's spine as he groans in pain. The crowd loses their collective minds as they begin to cheer and chant-
CROWD //
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Jakob laughs a bit to himself as he slowly gets to his feet, looking at Samael and then to the announce table. Jacob smirks and then shakes his head "Fuck that!" Jacob yells as the crowd laughs some. Jakob then lifts up Samael and begins to bring him up to the ramp. It was then Jakob kneed Samael in the gut, and pulled him close into the DDT position. Jacob rotates his hips a few times and yells "Nighty night Samael!" Before he goes to drop, but Samael locks his legs, and powers through, twisting around 180° hitting a very unique suplex on Jakob, driving him back first onto the exposed steel ramp. The crowd begins to cheer once more as they get behind Samael Samhain.
CROWD //
"LET'S GO SAMHAIN... SAMHAIN SUCKS!... LET'S GO SAMHAIN!!... SAMHAIN SUCKS!!!...LET'S GO SAMHAIN!!!... SAMHAIN SUCKS!!!
Samael takes the rope in his hands and smiles wickedly, driving it with a Crack across the back of Jakob! Jacob screams in pain as welts begin to form on his back. Samael uses the rope as a whip and Jakob like cattle as he forces Jakob to crawl up the ramp whipping him no less than 5 more times as he moved up the ramp! Each whip managed to cause a jeer from the crowd as well as formed a welt on Jakob's back! This was far beyond a match, this was personal.
"What's the matter Jakob! You wanted this match!! You wanted to come here! To my HOME, MY Domain!! Now you pay the price!" Samael spat as he followed behind Jakob. Once at the top of the ramp Samael made an inverted cross with his two arms, as three hooded individuals, wearing lion masks came out from backstage. Samael speaks to them in German, seemingly orchestrating something. The three masked men hop down off the ramp to the floor some ten-feet below and begin setting up a couple of tables, four to be exact. Two next to each other, and two on top of them.
As the masked men set up the tables, Samael began to give a "Sermon" to Jakob, as he slowly choked the life from him with the bull rope. Samuel started deep into the eyes of Jakob as he gives a sickening smile "I told you! I warned you! I gave you chance after chance to run and turn away!! But now, now I untether myself from you. Now, I bring the new age upon thee! Tell me Jakob, doth thou mirror break!!" Samael cackles a little bit before he lets go of Jakob, and forces him to his feet. Samael then lands a wild spinning hook kick before grabbing Jakob, and lifting him into a Powerbomb Position! Samael smiles to the crowd, and in Unison a select portion of the crowd alongside Samael yell out-
CROWD & SAMAEL SAMHAIN //
"CULT'S CALLING! JOIN US!!!"
RON WAY //
“Cult's are scary!”
CJ CLARKE //
“I have to agree Ron! By definition's sake, a cult is a system of religious veneration and devotion directed towards a particular figure or object. And in this case, Samael Samhain has quite a large portion of this EPW crowd hanging on his every word!”
RON WAY //
“He's like a face painted Manson!”
CJ CLARKE //
“Oh- I certainly hope not!”
CROWD & SAMAEL SAMHAIN //
"CULT'S CALLING! JOIN US!!!"
CJ CLARKE //
“But perhaps your right!”
RON WAY //
“Where's Kym!? I need comforting!”
Samael then runs off the edge of the stage, leaping high in the air and driving Jakob neck and back first into the tables! The tables shatter under the pure impact of both men, as Jakob is sent crashing to the floor!! Samael looks like he can hardly move after that as well!! The crowd comes unglued again!
CROWD//
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Quickly the masked men run to Samael and help him to his feet. Samael yells at the masked men and motions down to the ring, as the men grab Jakob and begin to carry his motionless carcass down to the ring. It takes some time for them to bring him to the ring, and the rope restricts how far Samael can be ahead of them. Samael let's out a deep sigh “KYM!” he yells, as Kym rushes over to him and reaches into her boot. She pulls out a large blade and begins to saw at the rope, severing it from Samael's hand. Samael had freed himself now and rolls into the ring. The men follow behind carrying Jakob who has been stiff as a board the whole time, but once they have him near the ring Jakob springs to life and begins to throw rights at the masked men. A left at another! Samael sees this and watches from the center of the ring. The third masked man kicks Jakob, before delivering a forearm. Jakob then kicks him back and gives him a hard chop to the chest. Jakob then chops the second, then the first, third, second, first! Jakob is on fire fighting off these masked men! It looks like Jakob could do this with one arm behind his back. Unbeknownst to Jakob, Samael had rebounded off if the ropes HANDSPRING CORKSCREW MOONSAULT PLANCHA TO ALL THE MEN!! SAMAEL DROPS JAKOB AND THE MASKED MEN!! Samael even landed on his feet!! The crowd cheers and applause at the display of agility as Samael throws his arm up and yells “Like I said, MY domain!”
CJ CLARKE //
“As somewhat of a historian, in the eighties, if the bull rope was ever detached, it was game set and match. OVER. But, referee John Rammage seems to have let this go-”
RON WAY //
“This can only end one way! Pinfall, or submission, or verbally relinquishing the opportunity to continue competing! They said it at the start of the match!”
CJ CLARKE //
“An answer for everything, hey Ron?”
RON WAY //
“Ohhh you know it!”
Samael grabs the end of the rope and steps up onto the apron, before he hops over the top rope and into the ring. Samael then runs across the ring and under the bottom rope. This caused Jakobs arm to extend over his head and dragged Jakob up towards the top rope, hyperextending his arm, and possibly causing serious damage! The crowd gasps as Jakob hangs there, inches off the ground, his arm holding up his entire weight. Samael then places the rope around the ring post and has Kym keep watch it. Samael then goes under the ring and grabs a new toy, a steel reinforced kendo stick! The crowd woo's and some fans bang on the barricade, as the Thunderadicals in the crowd boo. Samael mocks Jakob, strutting around the outside and standing right out of Jakob's swing range. Samael holds the kendo stick up to Jakob's jaw and presses his head up “You..Deserve..This!” The Thunderaticals in attendance boo even louder as Samael begins swinging the steel reinforced kendo stick against Jakob's ribs. Those in the crowd behind Samael begin to chant “YOU DESERVE IT!” towards Jakob, as Samael swings the kendo stick hard andwith deliberate malace as welts and bruises instantly form on Jakob.
Samael then cracks Jakob over the skull with the kendo stick,before he motions for Kym to untie the rope. Jakob drops to the floor, and Samael motions to the masked individuals standing at ringside to throw Jakob in the ring. Samael then cracks Jakob over the skull with the kendo stick,before he motions for Kym to untie the rope. Jakob drops to the floor, and Samael motions to the masked individuals standing at ringside to throw Jakob in the ring. The Thunderaticals boo and chant “Fuck You Sammy! Fuck you Sammy!” as Samael cockily looks at a section of Thunderradicals and blows them a kiss before he rolls into the ring. The referee is practically ghost white, seemingly shook from Samaels actions. Samael kicks Jakob tothe center of the ring, and places his foot firmly on Jakob's chest. Samael looks at the referee and coldly, and calmly says; “Count.”
JOHN RAMMAGE //
“ONE…
TWO…”
CJ CLARKE //
“KIIIICCCKKKKKOOOOUUUTTTTT!”
CROWD //
“DE-LI-ON! DE-LI-ON! DE-LI-ON!!”
Samael looks down at Jakob and nods a little bit. “Alright fucker” Samael says as he walks back into the corner. “Come here. Come on.You stupid son of a bitch!” Jakob crawls towards the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. He sees Samael in the corner and charges him. Samael moves through the second rope, Pendullem Ki-NO! Jakob had his number, BIG BOOT to the head of Samael. Jakob then pulls Samael in the ring and shakes his head.. DELION DRIVER!! The Thunderraticals EXPLOAD! Jakob covers, hookicking both of Samael's legs, kicking in the air-
JOHN RAMMAGE //
“ONE!!!
TWO!!
THR- NO!”
THAT WAS CLOSE! Kym slid into the ring and had struck Jakob in the kidney with that steel reinforced Kendo Stick!! Jakob very audibly yells “FUCK” as he rolls off of Samael and slowly gets to his knees. He looks up to Kym and slowly stands on his feet, shaking his head. Kym quickly struck him in the knee with the kendo stick causing the crowd to pop! Jakob hops on a foot for a second, and seemingly his sixth sense kicks in, as Jakob smiles and ducks, just as Samael goes for a spinning hook kick! It connects with KYM! The crowd loses their minds!! Samael sighs and turns around quickly as Jakob strikes with a right. Samael then pulls Jakob in for a right elbow, left from Jakob, forearm from Samael, Right from Jakob, Samael drops, PELE KICK! Jakob falls as Samael stands, CARTWHEEL KICK from Jakob! Samael falls as both men are laid out. The crowd cheers, and begins to realize whoever gets to their get first will probably win this matchup!
Seconds go by, no motion from either competitor. Suddenly, Samael bridges up and gets into his knees before sitting the rest of the way up. The act of contortion sending a shiver down some members of the EPW crowd. Samael then almost slithers over into the corner and begins muttering to himself as he waits for Jakob to stir. Samael looks out to the crowd and yells “This is it! The final act! Farewell, Mr. DeLion!”
Samael then stands in the corner and as Jakob pulls himself up on with assistance of the rope. Samael rushes over and lifts Jakob into the firemans carry position, and rushes towards a corner, STEAMROLLER! Samael rolls through, leaps to the second turnbuckle, bounces to the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd. He holds momentum, and smiles .“Fin” says Samael, a french way of saying the end. Not the owner of Exodus Pro Wrestling. That'd be, well, weird. Samael then moonsaults off the top rope, and tucks his knees, dropping both his knees onto Jakob's injured ribs, landing the Hellish Rebuke! Samael then hooks Jakobs legs, and stare blankly to the crowd.
JOHN RAMMAGE //
“ONE . . .
. . . TWO . . .
THREEEEEEE!!!!”
CJ CLARKE //
“RING THE DAMN BELL! THIS ONE IS OVER! SAMAEL SAMHAIN IS VICTORIOUS IN THE FIRST EVER MAIN EVENT HERE IN EXODUS PRO WRESTLING! SAMHAIN HAS DONE IT! WHAT A MATCH! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT RON!? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!?”
RON WAY //
“Oh, I believe … SOMEBODY GET A MEDIC OUT HERE! KYM IS STILL DOWN!”
John Rammage raises Samael Samhain hand in victory in the middle of the ring, the audience rumbling on the other end of a such a violent contest; Rising to their feet with a ROAR, AS THE LIGHTS GO OUT IN THE BUILDING!
RON WAY //
“Oooohh, I love when it gets dark! The hair on my neck stands up, I get the goosebumps up and down my arms. WHAT ELSE COULD HAPPE-.”
An iconic drum beat kicks out over the speakers, followed by the legendary wail of the one and only, Mick Jagger.
CJ CLARKE //
“That- that's The Rolling Stones… Sympathy for the Devil! Who could- OH, MY GOD!”
RON WAY //
“No fuc- NO WAY!”
The lyrics open, unfolding a story like only a legend can. A spotlight hits the crowd in the process- REVEALING MARK JERNIGAN, STANDING IN A MOB OF STUNNED, ELECTRIC FANS; HIS ARRIVAL DAMN NEAR BLOWING THE ROOF OFF THE JOINT! Donning a brand new leather duster coat, his wide brim black hat to match; Nothing else has changed- from his wild mane of long, dirty blonde hair, to his black cargo pants tucked into his trademark combat boots. His bearded, battle hardened expression remains ever fierce; The spotlight catching just a glimpse of Mark's burning green eyes as he props “Marilyn”, his Barbed Wire Baseball Bat, up proud on his right shoulder. The chorus hits and the Stone Cold Killer begins his march down the stairs, through the fans, his eyes never leaving his road ahead.
RON WAY//
“I can't believe what we're seeing here, CJ! This man is one of the most dangerous wrestlers in the world; He is among the all time great entertainers, performers, you name it...because he is The Man, and he will pull it off with flying colors! I'm just upset… sighing I was hoping one of his lady friends would show up behind him…”
CJ CLARKE //
“Ron, if you were any more phony, I'd have to call you Ron Kardashian! You're a pig, is what you are. And of course, you're missing the magnitude of this entire moment, so allow me to enlighten you. Mark Jernigan is an EIGHT TIME World Champion! In the land of extreme, one of the top organizations in the world; This man produced one of the most dominant championship runs in modern history with the World Television Championship. Spanning two runs with the championship, losing only ONE title defense the entire time- that one being the final title defense; Mark Jernigan absolutely smashed the record for most successful title defenses, going on to become one of the longest reigning champions in company history- singularly, and definitely in terms of combined days. Taking the World Television Championship from literally the Pre Show, to the Main-Event, in less than one years time! All while conducting and directing some of the greatest matches, and greatest performances- not just in THAT company's history, but in the history of the ENTIRE business! Mark Jernigan has had more great matches in that 'Extreme Company' than some wrestlers have even HAD matches in the company, and that's not hyperbole, folks! Not to mention, the great run he had with his brother, Anarkyzt, in the now defunct NBW; The Kill Seekers had arguably the greatest World Tag Team Title run in the promotions history! And I would be remiss- Mark might even kick my ass, if I fail to mention how he, his brother, and Chris Paradise, conquered and survived the first ever NBW War Games! This man is way more than dangerous, Ron… Mark Jernigan is a STONE. COLD. KILLER!”
As CJ bangs on like a schoolgirl, and the song hits its second chorus; Mark nonchalantly clears the barricade down in the corner of ring side, calmly reaching back over the barricade to acquire a steel chair, before making his way around to the hard camera side. Mark launches the chair up over the top rope into the ring; Flashing a confident wink of his eye, as the song reaches its third chorus- Mark climbs up on to the ring, no fear, marching over and climbing up on the second rope in the corner. Bent over, Mark draws his thumb across his throat; Rising up strong and proud, Mark aims “Marilyn” at a fallen Jakob DeLion, pulling it back sharp as if he were pulling a trigger. The music fades out as the guitar solo gets going, but there isn't a moment of silence; The audience just won't allow it! The reception in the building is biblical, one hundred percent, full on THUNDEROUS! The referee rolls out of the ring, scattering to the back, his face traced with fear; John Rammage just waving his arms like wild man, signaling for some help before things get out of hand.
Dropping down into the ring in the corner, not showing one ounce of concern, leaving his back turned on his fellow wrestler; Taking a brief moment, before placing his wide brim black hat atop the corner post- Mark snaps back around to face Samael Samhain, startling Samhain, as he twists “Marilyn” up propping it proud on his right shoulder. That wildfire NEVER stops burning behind Mark's green eyes…
Those eyes drifting slowly from Samael, down to a battered DeLion, and back again over and over- until Mark realizes Samhain is trying to inch his way back to his nearest corner, clearly hoping for an exit to avoid any possible confrontation… And he shuts his whole plan down; Mark marching right over DeLion’s prone body, beating Samhain to punch- pressing the blunt end of his Bat into Samhain’s chest, pinning him back against the turnbuckles in the corner!
RON WAY //
“Oh- oh, here we go, man! Listen to this place! These people want MORE; They haven't had enough violence yet to quench their thirst!”
CJ CLARKE //
“And boy oh boy, have they found the right man for the job! Look at Samhain- hands up, head back- he wants no part of Mark Jernigan, and can you blame him? He has already went to wa- whoa, whoa… Why is- why is Mark laughing? Ob, whoa- wait, wait. What did he- what'd he say? “Wanna see something cool?”- what is Mar- OH!”
Mark turns around, cold as ice- AND DRIVES THE BLUNT END OF “MARILYN”, JUST UNDER JAKOB’S ARM, RIGHT INTO HIS INJURED RIBS! Jakob collapses to his knees and over onto his side, writhing in agony; Mark's actions splitting the raucous audience right down the middle in disbelief… Turning back to face Samael, twisting “Marilyn” back up propping it on his shoulder; Mark's trademark dangerous confidence is in full effect- his continuous, downright heinous chuckle finally breaking a smile across Samhain’s face as he stands up gingerly, leaning back in the corner. Mark asks Samael, “You like that, huh?”, following it with a malicious, “I'm just getting started!”; Twisting his weapon around, switching his grip on the handle as he takes hold of the blunt end in the opposite hand- RUNNING THE BARBED WIRE RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF JAKOB’S HEAD, NOT EVEN GIVING HIM A CHANCE TO GET UP OFF HIS KNEES! The crowd isn't really split anymore, and they're letting Mark know they aren't liking this display of aggression against a fellow icon.
Twisting “Marilyn” back up propping it on his left shoulder; Mark comes face to face with Samael Samhain- the two sharing a confident smile, proud of their handiwork...they can't be happier that Mark has entered this ring and busted Jakob DeLion WIDE OPEN with his Barbed Wire Baseball Bat… “You did a fine job out here tonight”, Mark says to Samael, following up with a cruel, “I'll take it from here, brother.”- AND ACTUALLY EXTENDS HIS HAND TO SAMAEL! Samael nods his head in appreciation, returning Mark's respect with a “Thank you!”- SAMHAIN REACHING OUT AND ACCEPTING THE HANDSHAKE, TO THE DISMAY OF THE CROWD! Mark commands the audience to “Give it up for The Man!”... Samael nods at Mark, looking to disengage; Mark DOESN'T LET GO- JERKING SAMAEL BACK, KICKING HIM LOW, RIGHT BETWEEN THE LEGS! Samhain collapses to his knees with a harsh gasp! The audience is conflicted at this juncture, unsure what to believe in; But Mark Jernigan IS NOT, he knows exactly what he wants! Dropping his weapon, dropping back into fight mode- Mark throws a SUPERKICK at Samael’s face AND KYM BAILS SAMHAIN OUT, DRAGGING HIM OUT OF THE RING BY HIS FEET! Mark shoots towards the ropes, pulling himself up to a strong base; He gestures towards Samael, letting him know just how close he came to getting KO’d.
CJ CLARKE //
“Mark Jernigan has loyalty to no ma- WHOA! DeLion from behind on Jernigan, he has SOME kind of fight left!”
DeLion draws back and BLASTS Mark in the side of his head with a Right Hand; Drawing back again, just SMASHING Mark on the jaw with another Right Hand! With his left arm pinned to his side protecting his ribs; DeLion winds up and CREAMS Mark in the back of his head with a vicious Right Hand- sending Mark staggering into the corner! This audience is hopping up and down, they are hooked- this wasn't what they expected at all! DeLion UNLOADS on Jernigan- one, two, THREE more Right Hands! And a Boot to Mark's midsection!
Driving his forearm into Mark's throat, blood POURING down the left side of his face courtesy of “Marilyn”; DeLion pins Mark back into the corner- RELEASING A VICIOUS BARRAGE OF KNIFE EDGED CHOPS! FIVE IN TOTAL, LIGHTING UP MARK'S CHEST LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY! DeLion is furious! Marching over to the steel chair Mark brought into play; DeLion goes to lift it up and his ribs fail him, causing him to drop the chair just enough- MARK TAKING ADVANTAGE, SMASHING JAKOB DELION WITH A SUPERKICK ON THE JAW! DeLion collapses to his knees, plummeting down to his face where it stains the canvas… And now Mark is fuming, he can't believe the audacity of DeLion; To fight back and not just give up, Mark is disgusted with Jakob’s defiance...and now he takes control of the steel chair… DeLion claws, and struggles, fighting up to a vertical base; With his fists clenched, Jakob DeLion tries to stagger around- AND MARK DAMN NEAR WRAPS THE STEEL CHAIR OVER JAKOB’S HEAD! The audience falls silent…
CJ CLARKE //
“That...that was uncalled for, ladies and gentlemen… Had no business on television...has no business in our sport…”
RON WAY //
“Mark should honestly feel ashamed of himself- and here comes John Rammage with more officials now; But Mark isn't gonna let them through! He is more than prepared to play “king of the hill”! These officials have to mind their safety too and- oh, dear Lord, Mark has hands back on DeLion!”
Mark drags DeLion up to his feet into a waist lock, grabbing wrist control while he does. With his eyes locked on the group of referees; Mark whips DeLion out- FOLDING JAKOB IN HALF ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK WITH A RAINMAKER! The audience groans out even louder than they did on the blow, once they realize Mark still has wrist control… Jakob DeLion shows a little last gasp of struggle; But Mark Jernigan shuts him down, twisting him out- DROPPING JAKON DELION TO HIS KNEES, PULLING HIM INTO THE “RAINS OF CASTAMERE”, A HUGE KNEE STRIKE RIGHT ON THE JAW! Hanging on to his wrist, holding Jakob upright by his hair; Mark takes his hand, running it through the blood on DeLion’s face- MARK SMEARING THE BLOOD ACROSS HIS OWN FACE, drawing shrieks and gags from the audience! Leaning on the ropes, Mark horrifies the referees around ring side; The sight of DeLion’s blood on his face very clearly turning their stomachs… BUT MARK STILL ISN'T FINISHED! Sliding “Marilyn” under Jakob’s prone body; Mark shoots one last glance at the group of referees… Taking off into the ropes, just as DeLion tries to force himself back up- MARK JERNIGAN DESTROYS JAKOB DELION WITH A “KING SLAYER CURB STOMP”, DRIVING HIM FACE FIRST BACK INTO THE BARBED WIRE! Mark grabs “Marilyn” up off the canvas, hoisting it proudly in the air; The referees group together and force their way into the ring; But Mark is content, paying them absolutely no mind. You can see his wheels turning...he is amused to see another man's blood dripping from Marilyn’s barbs… So he exits the ring, leaving from where he came… Albeit to much less fanfare...but tenfold in fear and loathing…
RON WAY //
“I can't believe what we've just witnessed!"
CJ CLARKE //
"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE OUT OF TIME! . . . WE'LL BE BACK WITH EPISODE TWO, LIVE ON WEAREEXODUS.COM IN THE COMING WEEKS! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!? MARK JERNIGAN IS HERE! HE'S HERE!"
RON WAY //
"WHAT A NIGHT! THANK YOU ALL AND GOODNIGHT!"
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[FIN]