"Outlaw" Exodus

versus

"Stud INC" Stud w/Stud INC Phillies

Hardcore Match

Referee: Charles Galliant

Writer: Dom Stoate

JP: Both newcomers quite desperate to make some kind of impression tonight. Whoever gets this win will have a big step up in my opinion.

Sully: You know what I think?

JP: What?

Sully: I don t think any number of wins will help either of these two. They re both weak and pitiful people.

JP: What makes you say that?

Sully: Well, neither have exactly had a flying start, have they?

JP: They both have a lot of time in which to establish themselves as superstars. Let s hope that they are patient enough to stick it all out.

[Exodus eyes Stud who climbs beneath the top rope, eyes fixed on his opponent.]

JP: I can feel the pressure that both of these two are under. Both need to win their match and both have to make the sort of impression that will impress the management.

Sully: Not that it takes much to impress them. Look at the damn push Gutter Rat got. Unbelievable.

[The bell rings and the two lunge for each other in the centre of the ring. Stud gets the upper hand, pushing Exodus back into the turnbuckle. He is quick to add to this attack, whipping out a foot and striking his opponent in the gut with a huge snap kick. The crowd react loudly to it and do so again as Stud nails him once again. A third. Stud turns around, arms outstretched as he gestures towards the fans, a big smile on his face as he does. This short celebration gives Exodus the chance to pick himself up and, arm wrapped across his stomach, dive forward, clapping his opponent across the face with a hard shot. Stud stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle, giving Exodus the chance to go down hard on him with kicks as he had on him.]

JP: Exodus quickly and efficiently turning the tide on Stud and cutting him down to size!

[Stud leans against the turnbuckle, taking repeated chops. He then hits him hard with some kicks to the gut before, in the same manner as Stud, turning and gesturing to the fans, arms waving about before turning back and nailing Stud across the face with a knee shot. Stud crumples into the corner, hands clutching his face as he lays there. Exodus does not give him time to recover and leans down to him, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up. He would haul him up to his feet before nailing him in the gut and hoisting him up. He would then hit him with a huge high angle back drop before going for the cover....1... 2.-Stud gets the shoulder up. Exodus, well and truly on top of this match, would kneel up, rubbing his nose as he moves over towards Stud again and grabbing him by the ear (something the referee does not seem to see) and throwing him against the ropes. Stud leans against them and Exodus pulls back before going for a punch. Stud ducks beneath the strike and steps forwards. As Exodus raises back up again, he would be met by a large drop kick from Stud that knocks him down onto his back. Stud drops to his knees before going for the cover....1... 2- Exodus stays down for no longer than Stud did. Both men pick themselves up very quickly and turn to face each other, meeting in a grapple that is very equal. Stud gets the upper hand eventually, though, and grabs Exodus's head. He would drag him down in front of him as he kneels behind him. Grabbing on to his head he would pull it back, pushing into the back of his neck with a knee. He would keep the hold locked in as Exodus screams, wincing, teeth bared as the referee gets down by him, checking for the tap out.]

JP: Stud has Exodus in an extremely compromising position and I don t know if Exodus can find his way out of this one. It has been a very fast-paced contest, Stud just trying to calm it down a little bit.

[Exodus flails his arms about as if trying to squirm out of the hold but to no avail. He is successful, though, in shuffling towards the ropes gradually. He would stretch over a little, outstretching a leg. Stud does not see this and before he knows it, Exodus's leg is hung up on the rope. The referee orders Stud to release the holdwhich he does in due course. Exodus drags himself up, clutching to the back of his head. He and Stud find their feet at about the same time, but it is somehow Exodus that gets the upper hand, dragging Stud across him for an arm drag. They both stand and he hits him with a monkey toss, landing him hard on the middle of the mat, the
fans chanting his name.]

Sully: Listen to those fools.

[Stud is noticeably slower at standing and Exodus takes full advantage. He would bounce off the ropes before hitting a bull dog, nailing Stud hard into the mat, the fans screaming his name as he looks about, hands poised and eyes widened as he sucks in their applause and starts to nod slowly and certainly. He would then kneel down before hooking Stud s legs and locking him into the Sharp Shooter! Stud screams, propping himself up on his elbows as he eyes the ropes, one hand reaching out in an attempt to grab it, the fans really behind Exodus.]

JP: This is it! This could be all over!

[Exodus drags Stud back away from the ropes and it is at this point that Stud gives in, dropping his head and pounding his hand against the canvas in desperation. Exodus keeps the hold locked in to make sure that it was all over before finally letting go, his music hitting as he pulls away from Stud and raises his arms, breathing heavily and nodding the audience and gesturing West Side .]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through submission, Exodus!

JP: An important victory for Exodus. It was a short match, ended with that impressive sharp shooter.

Sully: Pfft. You call them entertainers? They re going NO WHERE, JP. And fast.

JP: I disagree and I think many in the audience do as well. They seem to be appreciating Exodus. A lot.

Sully: What do they know?

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