Exodus: Post-Match Press Conference

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(The camera transitions to a backstage panel area, where a table is set up on a small stage, the press awaiting for the first person to enter on the stage… Chase Vedder and Racer Smiles come into the interview area looking slightly sweaty. The two men sit down at the conference table appearing visibly frustrated as Chase takes hold of the microphone in front of him. ) Chase Vedder: We won that match. Chase Vedder, Racer Smiles… Tres Comas Club won that match. When the clock struck the midnight hour and I had Tarah Nova raised up off of her feet for the Lethal Weapon, I just about had those Freebird Tag Team Championships in my hands. This entire week I was called a cheater and a coward by Tarah Nova and yet which team looked the coward’s way out moments ago? Was it the two men representing Tres Comas Club that immediately took the fight to their opponents? Or was it Piero and Tarah Nova, who brought it on themselves to try and bring weapons to the ring, following that up by cheating their way to glory? These… these are supposed to be the “good guys”. Since when do good guys cheat? I didn’t cheat. Racer Smiles didn’t cheat. We both went into that match with a fair fight in mind --which no one can prove otherwise-- and we were burned for it by the people that everyone was cheering for. I’ve never been more disgusted. ( Vedder looks down and shakes his head in disbelief before looking back up with a newfound sense of calmness, as if he’s had an epiphany. ) Chase Vedder: Racer here can think what he wants of me but he knows I more than pulled my weight just now. They say losing is a learning experience and I did learn something tonight… just not from losing. I learned that Tarah Nova is a liar and an insecure cheater who needed the help from a guy who up until this point had never had a victory to his name in all his years as a professional wrestler. I can’t believe that SSW has already come to these lows. I’m embarrassed to have stepped in the ring with such vile lowlives. There should be two beautiful Championship titles sat in front of Racer Smiles and I right now but they were stolen from us. There’s nothing more to it. ( Vedder stands up and leans forward, looking everyone in front of him in the eyes individually as he continues speaking. ) Chase Vedder: I’m more than confident that things are going to turn around very quickly. I was brought into Tres Comas Club for one reason and one reason alone: To win championships. That’s exactly what I’m going to do and I promise every one of you that. ( Chase puts down the microphone and sits back, giving Racer his chance to talk. )

Racer Smiles: Let’s get the facts straight right now, this entire match between Tres Comas Club and Ronin for those tag team championships WAS A TRAVESTY! A woman and irrelevant man defeated us not only because of the way that these two cheated their way to the top of the mountain, but because of you, Chase. You might believe that you pulled your weight for this team BUT I WOULDN’T HAVE NEEDED HELP TO PUT THOSE TWO OUT OF COMMISSION AND BE CROWNED THE FIRST-EVER TAG TEAM CHAMPION! I’m the strongest man on this roster and if I didn’t have to carry you on my shoulders, Chase, we could be the tag team champions right now. Listen, I know this is our first attempt at these titles and who knows, maybe there could be a chance at championship gold later, but it won’t be with you. It’ll be with Racer Smiles doing it his own way… and by himself. I’m not taking any questions because this night… IT WAS RIDICULOUS!

(Racer Smiles grabs the microphone and knocks it down as he marches out of the press conference area with Chase Vedder, livid at being blamed by Smiles for the defeat they suffered, looks onward with a frustrated scowl before taking his leave along with him.)

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(The camera opens up with Tarah Nova and Piero of Ronin, flaunting the SSW Freebird Tag Team Championships in their possession before making it to the press conference area, Tarah snatching one of the belts from Piero and slinging the championship on her shoulder.)

Tarah Nova: Did you see that? Did you all see what happened? On the return event for Strong Style Wrestling, Ronin has become your FIRST-EVER SSW Freebird Tag Team Champions! Look at this belt, look at how it shines and glimmers into the light, how pretty that championship is! Now, I understand that Tres Comas Club already has it made out that we cheated them of the championship, but we weren’t playing the strength game that they wanted to play. We weren’t playing the technical wrestling game that they wanted us to follow them in. This is a contest with a rich prize at the end of it and that’s what we came here for… the prize. Ronin was the smarter team tonight, the leader of the team proved that Tres Comas Club couldn’t outwit us, and that they wouldn’t go to the lengths we did to make a first impression in this company. While they want to preach about how they didn’t cheat in this match or we won dishonorably, we’ll be right here as your tag team champions!

Piero: [Japanese-to-English translation]: I’m surprised that we actually won these championships! I mean, this is one of the best moments in my life and it’s all thanks to Tarah Nova and Ronin for allowing me to take part in this match! Not only that, but I’ve also got to thank my trainer Stark for pushing me to the limits to be able to perform here tonight! He told me that whenever I was down and out, to do whatever it takes to survive, and I did. I mean, I might have hit a few testicles out there, but who hasn’t? I’m proud that we will reign as the tag team champions and I just hope that I don’t disappoint!

Tarah Nova: What he said. Ronin is a brotherhood… sisterhood… a family of misfits that didn’t belong in this company and tonight, Piero and I proved that we belonged in the tag team division. Nothing will stop us because tonight is just the first step!

(Tarah Nova grabs Piero by the shoulder and starts to leave with him while Piero waves at the camera goodbye.)

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(The charismatic and newly-crowned SSW Junior Heavyweight Champion André Virgo walks in with gleaming pride on his face as he takes a seat at the press conference table, placing the SSW Jr. Heavyweight Championship right beside him, as he picks up the microphone.)

André Virgo: I should have known that someone like BANG wouldn’t appear when the challenge of someone like André... Vir… go is the person that you have to face. Now, not only to I stand here the RIGHTFUL SSW Junior Heavyweight Champion, but I’m now the defacto leader of the Tres Comas Club. I only have one thing to say. As the new leader of this faction of ours, I will make sure that Tres Comas Club has a bright glorious future with the champion standing at the helm of this ship. No doubts about it. Now, does anyone have any questions before I take my leave?

Reporter #1: [Japanese-to-English translation] Do you have anything that you would like to tell BANG personally?

André Virgo: Personally? I don’t care about BANG personally or professionally any longer, he admitted defeat when he failed to appear tonight. The only things that I have a passion for are Tres Comas Club and the SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship.

Reporter #2: What about his whereabouts? Do you have any clues about that?

André Virgo: Guys… this isn’t BANG’s championship celebration. This is mine. Every single one of you should be celebrating my name as your new SSW Junior Heavyweight Champion. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that it won’t be forgotten. For the entire crowd showed tonight that they haven’t forgotten and whoever is next in line, they won’t forget the name… André… Vir… go!

(André Virgo places the microphone back down on the table and stands up from his seat, grabbing the SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship and kissing the main plate, before resting it on his shoulder before taking his leave.)

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(Captain Strong Style is the next person on the list that makes his way to the press conference to where he takes his seat, shaking his head in disappointment, as he holds an ice pack on his head still.)

Captain Strong Style: [Japanese-to-English translation] I’m sorry, Strong Style Wrestling. I couldn’t perform the task that was asked of me here tonight. I’m sorry that I couldn’t defeat the Shinigami and represent not only Strong Style Wrestling, but the faction of Shoot Nation in victorious pride tonight. I failed all of you, I failed in this match with such a humiliating performance, but I’ve been told that I need to keep my head up in adversity. There will always be a tomorrow and tomorrow, Captain Strong Style is going to go out and represent Strong Style Wrestling with the best of his abilities! Tonight, Saul Omen was the better man, but the next performance I give… JUSTICE WILL PREVAIL FOR STRONG STYLE! You have my word, Strong Style Wrestling!

(Captain Strong Style stands up and gives a thumbs-up pose to the reporters before he make his exit from the press conference.)

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(Saul Omen enters the room to where he takes his seat, with a dark and foreboding gaze on his face, as he just sits there without even picking up the microphone. After a few moments of awkward silence, one of the reporters begins to ask a question to him.)

Reporter #1: [Japanese-to-English translation] How does this victory feel for you and The Phantom Troupe, Saul?

(Saul Omen remains silent as he looks on with the gaze towards the reporter that asked the question, not answering at all before he kept remaining seated in his chair with that sinister expression, only for another reporter to attempt to question him.)

Reporter #2: [Japanese-to-English translation] What purpose did this victory serve for you? Do you look to capture the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship? Enjoy the fight?

(Saul Omen just resumes in scanning the room of the people that dwell within in, still ignoring the questions that have been presented to him, right when he has been met with a frustrated reporter that shoots up to his feet.)

Reporter #3: [Japanese-to-English translation] Do you have ANYTHING that you would like to say to us, Saul? Or do you want to just stand there and continue ignoring us?

(Saul Omen glares at the final reporter almost as if he wanted to rip his head clean off of his shoulders before taking the microphone and lifting it to his mouth to speak.)

Saul Omen: Memento Mori.

(Saul Omen drops the microphone back onto the table before he stands up to his feet and taking his leave from the press conference room.)

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(A frustrated Atem Octavian Amun-Ra marches through as he continues to strike through the air while screaming his signature line, walking up towards the press conference area and takes his seat, grabbing the microphone to speak.)

Atem Octavian Amun-Ra: MUMMIFY! MUMMIFY! MUMMIFY! This defeat on the grand battlefield of Wrestling of The Strongest Style has ENRAGED the PRIMAL PASSENGER that dwells inside of my VESSEL! This fury that has been stoked will bring forth THE RAGE OF RA upon whoever stands against me in my QUEST FOR GOLD! MISTER SINGING CAT has prevented me from becoming The Champion of All Heritages and now, I must wander through the sands of this plain to find new gold to PROCURE for THE GLORY OF RA! OHHHH YAAAAASSSSSSSSSS!!!! My journey has taken me through various reaches of the world through the DIVINE TRAVELER that has joined me! I’ve learned the libraries of Alexandria, sat at the table with King Tutankhamen, and danced with the radiant beauty of Cleopatra! Now, I shall MUMMIFY those that dare to challenge me and make my way towards holding GOLD once again! MISTER SINGING CAT, you have a WONDERFUL battle tonight to where you have been able to raise your hand in GLORIOUS ADULATION! However, one night, I shall make my return at your doorstep and MUMMIFY you to leave you in a SARCOPHAGUS OF OBLIVION! Until that fateful evening, I look to continue MUMMIFYING those are placed before me! MUMMIFY! MUMMIFY! MUMMIFY!

(Atem Octavian Amun-Ra shoots up to his feet and drops the microphone on the table and strikes with his hand across while continuing to scream that phrase.)

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(Khmaoch Sangkat enters the press conference with the SSW Heritage Championship in his hand to where he places it onto the table, grabbing the microphone and taking a seat at the table, looking with a proud look on his face.)

Khmaoch Sangkat: [Cambodian-to-English translation] Strong Style Wrestling… you tried, didn’t you? Don’t misjudge this pride for ignorance for I saw the fight that you brought to me inside of that ring, Atem. You proved yourself worthy of an opportunity… an opportunity to be thrown around and beaten up by me. First, it was the innocent hero that stood for justice in Masanori Kawada that failed to take this championship away from me… now, this crazed lunatic from Egypt has fallen before me… who is next? Huh? Who is next to attempt to take this championship away from me and The Phantom Troupe? Whoever that person will be, they will join the sad souls that have been placed against me in Strong Style Wrestling. As this SSW Heritage Championship has been claimed as mine, The Phantom Troupe will soon claimed in our web. The SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship, The SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship, The SSW Freebird Tag Team Championship, all of the treasures that Strong Style Wrestling holds dear to them… they will be ours. For who will stop us? The heroes of Shoot Nation? The misfits of Ronin? The punks of Tres Comas Club? The Phantom Troupe is the only faction whose numbers are a threat, the people behind the banner that will dominate this roster, and all of those who combat it… they will fall like everyone else has against me for this championship. No questions.

(Khmaoch Sangkat walks away and places the microphone down on table before lifting the SSW Heritage Championship and resting it on his shoulder before walking away.)

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(Masanori Kawada enters the press conference area with a furious look on his face to where Jaydayne Pendragon is hanging his head down in disappointment because of the events that had unfolded in the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship Match.)

Masanori Kawada: [Japanese-to-English translation] I’m tired of having to sit here and watch The Phantom Troupe constantly intervene and prevent Shoot Nation from bringing honor and prestige to this company that we need to have. Shoot Nation was within reach of holding the most prestigious championship, the greatest honor that you could have in SSW, and that was the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship. Jaydayne Pendragon, the leader of this faction, had been seconds away from the most glorious victory of his career and now… that was tarnished by these gajin that have infested this company with their villainy. This is uncalled for, this is a lack of respect that will not be tolerated, and we will personally make sure that these Phantom Troupe rouges meet with the justice they deserve! As for John Doe, a man that has constantly been a thorn in my side and prevented the success of Shoot Nation for far too long, I will make sure that his justice is personally deliver to All-Might himself. BRACE YOURSELVES!

(Masanori Kawada hands the microphone over towards Jaydayne Pendragon, still disappointed and tasting the bitterness of failing to be crowned the first-ever SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Champion, taking the microphone to say his peace.)

Jaydayne Pendragon: For a moment there, it looked like I was going to be champion, didn’t it? It looked like it was within reach, but it wasn’t. I thought I could see the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship on the horizon of the rising sun, but all I was met with was disappointment. Not just in The Phantom Troupe, but with myself at the failure that I have given to Shoot Nation. Now, the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship is very far away… and I will not give up. I will take this fight to The Phantom Troupe and do whatever I can to make sure that my dream of being champion will be realized and after all is said and done, Shoot Nation will rise to the top of the Strong Style Wrestling!

(Jaydayne Pendragon dropped the microphone back onto the table to where the Shoot Nation members start to leave the press conference room.)

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(The Phantom Troupe; Aria Jaxon, CM Nas, Saul Omen, and their leader John Doe all enter through the curtains, with several of the press conference snapping pictures of them --- but before CM Nas and Saul Omen are pulled aside by John Doe, Aria takes her seat behind the table, placing her title in front of her for display for everyone to see)

Aria Jaxon: I do not hate to say this at all... I told you all. I told each and every single one of you that I'd be walking out of the Super Saitama Arena with the gold in front of me. And this is the closest any of you or anyone else will ever get to it. You can gawk and drool at the pure beauty of MY championship, but you'll never touch it. Not a damn single person will get their sloppy hands on my title... NONE OF YOU BITCHES! And who'd honestly want to mess with The Troupe? Do you see what we’re capable of? Do you see the sheer force power of what a coexisting unit looks like? Shoot Nation, Ronin, and Tres Comas Club doesn't have shit on us. They're just a bunch of pussies, trying to scratch and claw their way to fame, but only leave claw marks when being dragged across the floor by The Phantom Troupe.

(Aria Jaxon takes a moment to adore the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship, a wild grin comes across her face)

Aria Jaxon: And I have nobody else to thank, but myself, and The Troupe that stays loyal. That's why I've decided to add some extra muscle to my regime as champion, so please welcome our newest member of Phantom Troupe, my newly hired personal bodyguard...

(Gronk comes walking into the room, towering over everybody around him, while the press takes several pictures of him, he pushes his way through several of them, walking past John Doe scheming with Saul Omen and CM Nas in the background...)

Aria Jaxon: IT'S GRONK, BITCHES!

(Gronk steps onto the stage, lifting Aria up onto his shoulders, he grabs her SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship and hands it to her...)

Gronk: (Shouting) NO FURTHER STATEMENTS, YOU FILTHY COMMIES!

(Gronk kicks over the table, while John Doe, Saul Omen, and CM Nas all rejoin Gronk and Aria Jaxon, the five take their leave, Gronk carrying Aria out, while the other three follow behind, the camera fades to black)