JP: Sully, you're sulking. Are you still mad that Ragonus captured the eXcess title earlier? You are, aren't you?
Sully: No, I'm not John. Anyway, we've got another match coming up.
[ "How We Do" by The Game slams onto the PA system, and the crowd gives a mixed reaction to the music. White pyros explode throughout the stage leaving a light fog, and a white wall of pyro slams up from the stage. The wall drops and comes back up in an explosion as Gunman Stingers six foot, two inch frame, is hurtled into the air. He lands in a crouched position, smiling as he looks up toward the ring. He stands and stretches the fabric of his wrestling gear. His black boots shine in the arena lights as he quickly makes his way down to the ring, seemingly running in time with the song. He stops to yell at a few bewildered fans, and then hops up onto the apron. He makes it into his corner, and waits eagerly for the arrival of his opponent. ]
Jackie Frazier: The following match-up is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Hollywood, California... weighing in at 275 pounds... Gunman Stinger!!
JP: Stinger has recently been suffering from an identity crisis, proving to be a heel in most cases, yet recently he did defend Troy Knight from a terible beating at the hands of Naz.
Sully: He's looking pretty confident tonight, that's for sure...
[ The lights in the arena go dim as "Made Niggas" by Tupac starts pounding through the speakers. It goes on for a bout 30 seconds when a huge pyro display blasts as the music fades out. The lights come back up and we see Exodus standing in the entrance way posing he then starts to walk down as the crowd begins to feel a little hostile. ]
Jackie Frazier: And his opponent, from Brooklynn, New York... Weighing in at 220 pounds... Exodus!!
[ He slides in under the bottom rope and then poses in the middle of the ring as the chorus hits. As it does, Stinger charges, hitting Exodus with an elbow to the back of the head. The bell rings as Exodus falls into the corner ladder and GMS stomps away at him viciously. Exodus is quick to get back up, and GMS irish whips him to the opposite side where his back racks against the ladder. ]
JP: GMS showing an impressive mean streak here in the early going of the match.
Sully: I've got fifty bucks that says that was his last offensive move of the night...
[ Stinger rushes in with a head of steam but Exodus side steps. Stinger finds himself taking a barrage of hard lefts and rights from the unrelentless Gangsta. GMS stumbles out, and Exodus plants him with a sit-down spinebuster held in a pinning prediciment. 1... 2... Stinger kicks out.. ]
JP: And just like that, Exodus has changed the course of this match.
[ Exodus pulls Stinger into a front face lock, and telegraphs a beautiful snap suplex. Exodus picks up his legs and turns him over into a Boston crab. He sits down across the small of Stingers back, looking for further extend the damage from the suplex. Gunmans' face fills with agony, as he reaches out desperately for the ropes. Exodus pulls with all of his might, and nears the ropes. Exodus applies more pressure but GMS manages to get his upperbody in the ropes! Exodus takes a four count and finally releases the hold, getting a severe warning from the official. ]
JP: Stinger now to his feet, and he's really favoring that back.
[ The Outlaw hammerlocks Stinger and repeatedly drives his forearm into his back. Gunman falls to his knees. Exodus walks around and lays waste to GMS's state of awareness with a kick to the teeth. Exodus ascends the ladder, but takes a bit too much time measuring, as he hits only the ground on a flying elbow drop attempt. Stinger moves to his feet slowly, still selling the back like a pro. Exodus is up, his vision a bit cloudly after the fall. Stinger tries to kick him in the stomach but the foot is caught. Exodus connects with a clothesline. Gunman Stinger hits the canvas faster than a Michael Jackson playdate career. ]
JP: That's one way to get back into this match! GMS's ears are surely ringing after that shot!
Sully: More than a minor setback, I'm sure of it.
[ Exodus picks Stinger up and front-facelocks him, raises his free arm, signalling for the finish. He falls to his knees and low blows Stinger out of the referee's sight, then hoists Stinger up. A death valley driver is hit, and Exodus is back on his feet, shouting at the fans. ]
Sully: The Westside Driver!
Sully: That's all she wrote, folks!
[ Exodus pounces on Stinger, barely hooking the leg. The referee counts 1... 2... 3! ]
Jackie Frazier: And here's your winner... Exodus!
JP: Exodus takes it in an impressive contest! In fact, that has to be the fastest match in NLR history Sully!! Wait...
Sully: Wait my ass, you owe me fifty bucks!! Pay up, sucka!!
[ Exodus picks up Stinger, and throws him up and out of the ring, getting a lot of heat from the fans as he exits the ring and walks up the ramp and disappears backstage. ]
JP: The win was just not enough for Exodus, he just had to push the envelope even further!
Sully: He's just putting everyone in the NLR on notice!
Sully: He should have quit when he had the chance. Exodus smells blood!
NLR 24/7
