Oblivion Results - 11.14.10

[Kirk Noble]

The lights go out in the arena as the sounds of Any Means Necessary- Hammerfall erupt out, sending the crowd into a frenzy of boos for the man they "love to hate". A couple of moments later, the lights come back on, and Bruce Hendrickson can be seen at the top of the stage, a sly grin plastered across his face. He looks on taking in the jeers as if they were proudly chanting his name. After a moment on the stage Bruce begins to walk the ramp, that same sly grin still across his face. Bruce stops on the ramp to raise an arm into the air, much to the dismay of the jeering crowd. Bruce chuckles to himself at the crowd's reaction then continues to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope. In the ring Bruce climbs onto the second rope and raises both arms into the air, enjoying the jeers of the crowd one last time before his music fades out.

Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a ten minute time limit. Introducing first, from Anaheim, California, Bruce Hendrickson!

"El Mudo - Chacarron Macarron" plays and the fans cheer. John Parker comes to the ring with a smile on his face, dancing atrociously to his music.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, from Florida by way of Nottingham, England, weighing in at 130 pounds, John Parker!

Before the music starts, the voice of Johnny Noble echoes throughout the arena:

The Kingdom of Pride has hundreds of stories to tell. This one makes the definitive impact...

The instrumental version of “Cells” plays throughout the arena. The fans waste no time giving an overall appropriate reaction to Johnny Noble just as he slowly walks through the curtain and down the ramp. He gives the occasional group of fans a calm glance, but he does not lose focus as he walks to the ring and climbs the stairs. Johnny flashes a few more fans a calm glance as he steps into the ring and stands near the ropes, putting his hands on his hips and looking around the ring with intensity.

Ike Rose: And finally, from Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds, Johnny Noble!

As Ike Rose begins to get out of the ring, Noble stares down his two opponents, before viciously turning his head towards Bruce Hendrickson and sprinting at him, destroying him with a big boot. Not letting Bruce fall to the mat, Noble lifts Hendrickson back up to his feet and tosses him into the corner before throwing two forearms to his chest and following up with repeated kicks to the stomach. Finally, Bruce Hendrickson falls to the ground and sits in the corner, and Noble backs up a few steps as Hendrickson lays on the ground, but before Noble can do anything, John Parker runs at Hendrickson and hit’s a hesitating dropkick on Hendrickson!

Annoyed with Parker taking his attack, Noble screams at Parker to move before he delivers a running boot wash to Hendrickson, trying to kick Hendrickson’s face off. Following this, Noble immediately turns to Parker, who is clapping for Noble and instead of agreeing to attack Hendrickson further, kicks Parker in the stomach before butter flying his arms and throwing him over his head into where Hendrickson sits with a butterfly suplex. With the two laying on top of each other, Noble shakes his head before letting out a blood-curdling scream and sprinting towards both men, hitting a sliding dropkick on both of them.

Keith Oswalt: Brutal attack by Johnny Noble there! He’s totally dominating this match.

Eric Witz: I could have sworn you were going to use the gay analogy of killing two birds with one stone.

Keith Oswalt: That’s a great analogy! Johnny Noble legitimately is killing two birds with one stone, or rather, two wrestlers with one dropkick!

Following up after hitting the dropkick on both opponents, Johnny Noble scoops Parker up out of the corner and plants him on his shoulders before driving Parker down into the mat neck first with a death valley driver. Not quite finished with him yet, Noble flips Parker over onto his stomach and here, Noble grabs both of Parker’s arms before raising him up and putting his foot in Parker’s back. After doing this, Noble delivers a brutal curb stomp to John Parker!

Holding his jaw after it collides with the mat, Parker rolls out of the ring while Johnny Noble know turns his attention to a recovered Hendrickson. Shaking his head at Hendrickson, Noble sprints towards him before delivering a brutal spear, spearing Hendrickson again into the corner. Having doubled Bruce over with the spear into the turnbuckles, Noble grabs Hendrickson’s arms and delivers a double underhook DDT to him. Slamming Bruce into the mat, Noble goes for a cover on Hendrickson,

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John Parker breaks the pin attempt up!

Eric Witz: That kid’s an idiot. He must have a death wish to be attacking Noble like that.

Keith Oswalt: I know that I wish he’d be dead.

Eric Witz: Is there anybody that does like him?

Keith Oswalt: Apparently Sterling, he rehired the kid.

Eric Witz: Fucking Sterling, giving us all headaches and shit.

Staring a hole through Parker, Noble gets up to his feet and towers over him. Scared half to death, Parker attempts to get out of the ring, but as he does this, Noble runs at him and throws a running elbow to the side of Parker’s head, knocking him off of the apron into the steel barricade. As Noble now turns around, Bruce Hendrickson has begun to raise to his feet again, but as he does this, Noble shakes his head before grabbing Bruce’s head and putting it between his legs. After this, Noble shakes his head before delivering a brutal This Shit Hurts (Spinning Spike Piledriver) to Bruce Hendrickson. Instantly following the move, Noble gets up to his feet and puts his foot on top of Hendrickson for his pin,

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3!

Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 5 minutes and 21 seconds, Johnny Noble!

Keith Oswalt: Total domination by Johnny Noble in that match. I don’t think Bruce hit a single move, and Noble wasn’t hit with any moves either.

Eric Witz: And Parker was basically a non-factor. Is he dead after that run in with the barricade.

Keith Oswalt: He was already brain dead.

Eric Witz: When did you become so mean? That’s supposed to be my job.

Keith Oswalt: I can’t fucking stand John Parker.

[Kirk Noble]

*Outside of the arena, Jeremy Sterling is seen pacing back and forth outside of his office. He's mumbling something to himself, but it's inaubible to the viewing audience. The scene is interrupted by a strange rustling noise. Jeremy stops in his tracks and looks around, but doesn't see anything. He resumes pacing until the noise happens again. This time, Jeremy grabs Chris (of JDP fame).*

Jeremy: "Did you hear that?"

Chris: "Wot's it to u, m8? Grab me again and I'll do u in, sahn!"

Jeremy: "I'm your boss, you idiot..."

Chris: "O right. Well..."

*Chris looks around and points to a nearby dumpster.*

Chris: "These two pikey lookin fahks were divin' in that trash bin about 5 minutes ago, sahn. Maybe they finally found wot they were lookin' for, yeah?"

*Jeremy raises and eyebrow and pushes past Chris, making a beeline to the dumpster. Behind him, the stagehand calls out.*

Chris: "You're fahkin welcome..."

*Jeremy reaches the dumpster and his nurse immediately turns up from the rancid smell. He swallows his pride and tentatively places an ear to the dumpster. The noise returns, with the dumpster definitely being its origin. Sterling withdraws his ear and rasps on the side of the dumpster with his knuckles.*

Jeremy: "I'll have you know, what you're doing is trespassing and highly illegal. If you don't show yourself at once, I'll be forced to contact proper authorities..."

*After several minutes of rummaging noises, the dumpster's top opens and a scrawny man emerges, wearing a dirty gray hoodie. A lone spaghetti noodle is hanging from his unkempt beard.*

Weasel: "And what you're doing is being a fucking prick bastard piece of high class trash, motherfucker. You know what it's like to have some inconsiderate dick bang on the side of a metal fucking container when you're in it?"

Jeremy: "Can't say that I have...I'm a bit above rummaging through other people's trash."

Weasel: "Well that's your goddamn problem, white collar. You immediately think that just because some self righteous piece of shit tosses aside a perfectly usable..."

*Weasel looks down and rummages around for a second, pulling a half eaten hotdog from the dumpster and presenting it to KoP's co-owner.*

Weasel: "...snack, for example...that it's trash."

*He takes a bite as Jeremy dry heaves, the smell from the several-day-old hotdog churning his stomach.*

Weasel: "What is it, you weak bellied bastard? Can't handle the smell of a little aged meat? Figures, you wrestling types are all a bunch of overpaid pussies who are trying to overcompensate for not being blessed with cocks bigger than your moms' were. Well, you know what, Mr. Wrestling Man with a STUPID MUSTACHE? I say to you...FUCK YOU AND EVERYONE WHO LOOKS LIKE YOU. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME! I'M A GODDAMN VETERAN! ....AND A FORMER COP! I SHOOK THE HAND OF MARTIN VAN BUREN, YOU BASTARD!"

*Weasel tosses the hotdog at Sterling, who manages to duck. It lands several feet behind him on the pavement and bounces before landing with a sickening squish noise.*

Jeremy: "You've got a bit of an attitude problem, don't you?"

Weasel: "I've got an attitude problem? No, you have a fucking attitude problem! You know what, I don't want your shitty stale nachos anyways, you merchant of taste bud death! I hope you choke on that cash cow that is $5 beers! But since I'm not even good enough to eat the shit you've discarded, I'll go find my lunch elsewhere, asshole! Let's go Gronk...I'm hungry!"

Jeremy: "What's a Gronk?"

*More rummaging is heard as a giant of a man with a beard that would make Paul Bunyan weep emerges from the dumpster, holding two half empty beer bottles. Weasel grabs them away and throws them against the wall, sending flat beer flying everywhere.*

Weasel: "No, Gronk! None of that shit! We're not good enough for this Kingdom of Prejudice garbage! Let's go back to Burger King...they're about to throw out lunch's uneaten Whoppers!"

*The Pissed Off Hobos stumble off, but not before Gronk glares at Sterling and delivers a menacing grunt. Weasel sticks his chest out and flips Jeremy off as they leave. Flabbergasted by the encounter, Jeremy rubs his lip with his right hand.*

Jeremy: "You know, I could use some roster members with that fire...but I don't even have a mustache..."

[Kirk Noble]

*Backstage, Flap and Jack Benevolence are seen talking to a KoP security guard.*

Secuirty Guard: Who are you guys again?

*Jack's face has gone red as Flap is smiling*

Flap: We are the Benevolence Boyz and we are Kid Flanagan's new body guards.

*Secuirty Guard thinks this over then let's the Benevolence Boyz roam backstage, just then though medics are seen running past them.*

Jack: What is going on?

Flap: I bet Kid Flanagan got attacked again.

Jack: You mean the guy we are suppose to be protecting?

Flap: Oh futt!

*Flap and Jack then sneak away*

[Kirk Noble]

The camera switches back to the ring, where Ike Rose is standing, a microphone in hand.

Ike Rose: The following singles contest is scheduled for one-fall!

After a few moments, “Walk Away” plays throughout the speakers, and Marco Ramirez walks out, and throws his hands up in the air, getting a minor pop from the crowd. He begins to make his way down to the ring, high fiving a few fans along the way.

Ike Rose: Introducing first, weighing in at 200 pounds, and hailing from Ney York City, New York…Marco Ramirez!

Keith Oswalt: It’s already been a solid night for Pride wrestling, and now we’re going to get to see rookie Marco Ramirez in action here tonight, making his debut with the company. Marco’s a talented youngster that’s done well in Kingdom of Pride training programs, and gets to face off tonight against an unannounced opponent.

Eric Witz: Oh, I’m sure he’s really talented youngster. His face is about as recognizable as Jackie Chan in a Goddamn Asian sea, but he’s talented, sure.

Marco rolls into the ring, getting his blood flowing for the match-up at hand. He gives Ike Rose a thumbs up, and he continues, looking at a card in front of him as he reads.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 275 pounds, and hailing from Hollywood, California…

Suddenly, a red carpet is rolled out all the way to the ring, confusing young Marco. The fans stand in anticipation wondering who is getting this kind of treatment. Suddenly Rhianna's voice begins to play over the arena's sound system.

"Feel it coming in the air (Yeah)
Hear the screams from everywhere (Yeah)
I'm addicted to the the thrill (I'm ready)
It's a dangerous love affair (Wassup, c'mon)
Can't be scaring nickel's down
Got a problem tell me now (Wassup)
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who gon' run this town tonight (Uh, wassup)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (Yeah, wassup, yeah)
We gon' run this town..."

As Jay-Z's music fills the air the crowd explodes into cheers as The Legend emerges from behind the curtain wearing sunglasses and black wrestling gear!

Ike Rose:…The Legend!

Keith Oswalt: WHAT?!? The man that’s about to bankrupt this company is competing here?!?

Eric Witz: OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! CAN I GET HIS AUTOGRAPH?!?

The Legend looks over the crowd slowly with his trademark smile before walking down the aisle bobbing his head to the beat of his music.

The Legend climbs the steps into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle as the flashbulbs all over the arena go off. Legend raises his arm confidently in the air before climbing down and preparing for his match by smiling at Marco.

Keith Oswalt: This is…bizarre. We first met the Legend after he was shoved by Obscene at Death’s Desire during the Syndicate Championship match. He’s threatened to sue the company because of the incident, and-

Eric Witz: Seriously, The Legend is on-screen. Pull a Helen Keller and…stop doing stuff, or something.

Chris Owens officially rings the bell, and Marco comes inward, trying to pump fists before officially beginning. However, Legend reaches into his wrestling gear, and takes out a signed picture! He hands it to Marco, who seems confused as he looks at the autograph. Seeing the opportunity, The Legend runs in, and hits a running knee smash against Marco. Marco falls, and Legend begins to stomp him relentlessly, not letting up. He then lifts up Marco, and nails him with a European Uppercut, sending Marco into the corner. The Legend then hits him with a few punches, before standing up on the ropes and hitting Marco with a few mounted punches. He then stops, and poses for the crowd, winking at a young female in the front row…but Marco begins to stir. He walks forward, gripping Legend for a Powerbomb, but Legend swings his arms, and grabs onto the nearby ropes. Marco tries to move him, but can’t, so he flings Legend off. Legend manages to land on the apron, and as Marco tries to grab him, Legend grabs him, and goes down, hitting Marco’s face off the ropes! Marco stumbles, and Legend gets back in the ring, taking Marco down with a Legend Hammer (Polish Hammer)! The Legend makes a pin…

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Kickout by Marco!

Keith Oswalt: Since using an autograph to get Marco’s attention, Legend has been dominating this match. He’s doing quite well for someone that has supposedly picked up wrestling…

Eric Witz: He just rocks everything he does. I hope he goes home, and does it with like 6 women…and the Goddamn Pope.

Keith Oswalt: Eric Witz wants man on man action…awesome.

Legend then brings up Marco’s neck, and locks in a Dragon Sleeper. Marco begins to struggle, but Legend slams his injured chest. Marco tries to pull himself up, and begins to hit Legend with a few weak shots to the stomach. He then runs off the ropes, but gets nailed with a spinebuster! Legend gets up, and flexes for the crowd, before lifting up Marco. He lifts up Marco for a Samoan Drop, but Marco slides off his shoulders, and nails him with a jump kick! Legend clutches his face, calling for a time-out! Marco seems surprised, and Chris Owens gets in close to observe his face…but Legend rushes forward, and nails Marco with a big kick! Legend then grabs him, and drops Marco with a Hollywood Nights (Rick Bottom)!

Eric Witz: Bam, there it is! Right in the kisser!

Keith Oswalt: Yeah, real impressive. Fake an injury like that…

Instead of going for the pin, Legend stands up, and flexes his muscles, before locking in The Legendary Pain (Grapevine Ankle Lock)! Marco struggles for a bit, but gives in, and taps out!

Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 5 minutes and 30 seconds…The Legend!

The Legend stands up, getting a huge reaction from the teenage girls in the audience! He flexes his pectoral muscles, before looking down at Marco, who is holding his chest in pain. He rolls out of the ring, and The Legend grabs a microphone.

The Legend: I know what each and every one of you are thinking…”Legend, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you making movies and picking p Hollywood Tail?” Well, actually, The Legend still is…but that’s a different story. See, I was originally upset that The Kingdom of Pride recklessly let me get injured. I had a lefty lawsuit that my lawyers had drawn up for me, and was about to go through with it…but then, I realized, it’s all about the fans, you know. I wouldn’t want to deprive them of their wrestling fetish, so I dropped it…in return for a contract with the Kingdom of Pride!

Keith Oswalt: Oh no…

Eric Witz: Oh yes!

The Legend: And, might I add, I’ve signed the largest contract in Kingdom of Pride HISTORY! Bigger than…Knife man, and Ronny Venus, and even that boss man…Kurt Nobel or something. The Legend is now the highest paid Kingdom of Pride star…EVER! And I’m here to bring some pizzazz to Pride, and-

Suddenly, “Black Celebration” plays, and Obscene walks through the curtain, looking angry as ever.

Keith Oswalt: Obscene? What does he want?

Eric Witz: YOU GET AWAY FROM THE LEGEND, YOU FIEND!

Obscene rolls in the ring, and The Legend eyes him suspiciously.

The Legend: Can I help you, Mr. Clearly-Lost-Because-The-Legend-Is-Talking?

Obscene: Shut your fucking mouth! You know why I’m out here, don’t you? Don’t stand there and act like this is the first time you’ve ever been in Pride. You and I both know that it was YOU that attacked Kid Flanagan last week, not me!

The crowd is in shock, as is Legend himself.

The Legend: Now hold on, Obese, or whatever the Hell your name was. I, and all of my fans, don’t appreciate this snide accusations coming from your ugly, unshaved mouth! You’re just jealous of my success…but really, I’m just like you. Except more successful. And better looking. And famous. And if I were put in a movie, it would earn 400 million dollars, and be an instant family classic! You….straight to DVD, buddy.

Obscene: Oh…you’re funny. I get it now. You’re trying to hide behind the fact that YOU attacked Kid Flanagan, and not me. Ever since you interfered in my match with Kid, it's been eating away at you that you're not in the spotlight. The lawsuit, the contract, it all makes fucking sense.You just need someone to be the bad guy while you swim in fame. But I get it. You’re perfectly content in sitting back, and letting me take the blame. After all, everyone hates Obscene, right? I’m the bad guy here, aren’t I?

The Legend: Who the Hell’s Obscene?

Obscene gets eye tyo eye with Legend, not backing down in the slightest.

Obscene: I WILL expose you…faker.

The two stare one another down, before Obscene walks off. He keeps his eyes on The Legend.

Keith Oswalt: What a wild debut. First, The Legend destroys young Marco Ramirez, and now he’s been accused of being the one to attack Kid Flanagan!

Eric Witz: Please. Lets either believe the multi-millionaire, and an honest worker…or the guy that attacked Kid Flanagan for a month straight. Go figure…

The scene fades to black.

[Kirk Noble]

The camera switches to backstage, where Kurt Noble is sitting in his office. After a few moments, a banging can be heard on the door…

Kurt Noble: Come in…

After a moment, the door opens, and in walks…Jaden Hunter. The Destroyer of Worlds does not seem pleased to be in the presence of his enemy and boss, Kurt Noble.

Kurt Noble: Oh good, it’s you.

Jaden Hunter: Let’s not beat around the bush Kurt, as I hate fucking bushes. What do you want?

Noble takes a moment to think, before addressing Jaden.

Kurt Noble: I need you to call off your call-out against Storm tonight.

Jaden Hunter: Funny…you need ME to call off the fight against your bodyguard? And why should I take advice from you?

Kurt Noble: Whether you believe me or not Jaden, I have your best interests in mind. I met with Storm earlier, and let’s just say he’s…not quite himself nowadays. He’s not the Storm I remember running through the entire roster at Return of the Kingdom.

Jaden Hunter: You’re right, he’s not…he’s scared. He’s finally got someone as big as him, who will match him blow for blow, and punch for punch. I didn’t take too kindly to you sicking him on me, and I intend to hold my word against him. Your man hasn’t faced someone like me.

Noble seems a bit reluctant, but continues onward.

Kurt Noble: I don’t think you’re understanding me, Jaden. Storm is…different. He’s very much worrying me with this new attitude of his. He seems reversed, like a time bomb ready to go off. You and I have had our differences here in Pride, but I am urging you to call a truce against Storm. If he goes off, I may not have the man-power to stop him from doing whatever he wants to you…

Jaden smirks, and gets in Noble’s face.

Jaden Hunter: Then let him. I’m ready for the fight. Don’t think you can start a little bitch fight me, and then run off when things start to get ugly. So, as far as your little “truce” go…it can go to Hell. Storm had better show up tonight, or I’ll go looking for him…and you can bet the first place I’m going to look…

Jaden snarls at Noble, before exiting the office. Noble sighs, and goes back to his work...

[Kirk Noble]

The lights in the arena completely cut out as a hushed silence born of anticipation falls over the crowd and spotlights scan the entrance ramp.
THERE WILL BE NO STOPPING (oohh-whee)
IT’S WHEN YOU GO HARDER THAN SOMEBODY, MAN
THIS RIGHT HERE (ha), IS DOMINATION (whoo)

The spoken words ring out over the PA system as “Roundtable Domination” begins to ring out throughout the arena and the crowd erupts in boos and the spotlights converge on the large figure of Storm, who has one arm reaching almost straight up and the other bent at a right angle. He then walks purposefully to the ring, ignoring the fans aside from perhaps an occasional insult to a front row audience-goer. Storm reaches the ring and climbs up the steps before stepping through the ring ropes and assuming his position in his corner, completely focused and ready to go.

Ike Rose: The following singles match-up is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in 295 pounds, and hailing from Miami, Florida…Storm!

Keith Oswalt: The Storm we're seeing here is much, much different from the usual Storm. He seems...almost calculating, instead of a monster.

Eric Witz: I'm just wondering how he'll respond to Jaden Hunter's challenge.

'Remedy' by Cold plays and Stephen Callaway and Missy step through the curtain. They stand back to back Callaway does a V1 prayer with his nose between his first two fingers, Missy holds her hands together in a gun shape like Charlie's Angels. The moment the two have got their taunt in place the smoke machine sends a cloud upwards behind them. As they walk to the ring, Callaway does his best to look intimidating while Missy walks, almost dancing behind him. Callaway walks up the steps and through the ropes while Missy sits on the turnbuckles and rolls in like Beth Phoenix. Once in the ring they stand side by side, Callaway doing his V1 Prayer and Missy holding her two pinkies together in the shape of an S.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 234 pounds, and hailing from Sacramento, California...being accompanied by Missy…Stephen Callaway!

Keith Oswalt: Bruce Hendrickson has already had quite a bad night...lets see if Callaway can turn it around.

Chris Owens signals for the bell, starting the match. Both men begin to circle about the ring, with Storm slowly inching his way towards Callaway. Callaway then turns around and looks at the turnbuckle, and Storm takes the chance to strike. He goes in for a clothesline, but Callaway ducks, and Storm hits the turnbuckle. Callaway then turns about, and begins to blast Storm with a flurry of hands. Storm manages to push Callaway away, but he jumps back on Storm, swinging wildly. He begins to knee Storm in the stomach, but Storm once again pushes him away, before running forward and nailing Callaway down with a huge clothesline! He gets back up, but Storm quickly grabs him, and hammers into the small man. He lifts him up for a suplex, but Callaway slides behind him, and then dropkicks Storm into the ropes. Storm nearly falls, and Callaway charges him, but Storm uses his massive strength to send Callaway flying high into the air, and to the floor below!

Storm takes a moment to get himself back together, before getting out of the ring. He grabs Callaway, and slams his head against the apron multiple times, before throwing him back into the ring. Storm gets back in the ring, lifts up Callaway, and drops him with a sidewalk slam! Storm makes a quick pin…

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Kickout by Callaway!

Keith Oswalt: Storm is just so, so strong. He's able to just lift up Callaway, and slam him effortlessly. Incredible.

Eric Witz: Man-crush much?

Keith Oswalt: Weren't you just salivating over the Legend?

Eric Witz:...Quiet you!

Callaway gets up, and stumbles into the corner, with Storm quickly behind him. He hits a few hands on Callaway, speeding up the hands, until Callaway has to attempt to block them. He can’t, and Storm just pummels him mercilessly, before lifting him up. Callaway nearly falls, but Storm keeps him up, before Irish Whipping Callaway. He bounces off the turnbuckle, and Storm goes for a clothesline, but Callaway ducks it, and runs off the ropes…but Storm nails him with a huge running boot! Callaway seems to be about out, but Storm shakes life back into him by locking in a Chickenwing Headlock. Callaway begins to shake a bit, getting life back into himself. He elbows Storm a bit, before Storm breaks the hold. Callaway pulls himself up, and hits a forearm on Storm, before running off the ropes. He dodges a clothesline, and rebounds, hitting a leaping forearm against Storm, actually knocking him down! Callaway then kips up, before hoping up on the turnbuckle. He then positions himself, and moonsaults off…but misses when Storm rolls out of the way!

Keith Oswalt: Callaway missed!

Eric Witz: Callaway never misses! EVER!

Both men are in a bit of pain, and they struggle to pull themselves up. Chris Owens begins to count them down, that is, until Storm moves over, and begins to choke out Callaway. Chris Owens tries to pull him away, but Storm refuses to budge. He finally lets off, but then goes right back to it. Storm puts Callaway’s neck against the ropes, and then begins to choke him out with his foot. He then walks about the ring, getting heavy “LETS GO CALLAWAY” chants thrown at him. As he tries to grab Callaway, Callaway hits him with a few right hands. Storm the grabs him, and lifts him into the air, but Callaway wiggles out of it, and as Storm turns around, he’s blasted with the “Batman Elbow!” Storm stumbles, and Callaway manages to him with an impromptu “Always Having An Angle” Slam! Callaway makes the pinfall…

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3-Kickout by Storm!

Both men get up, and Callaway hits some hands on Storm, pushing him into the corner. He then backs up, and hits a hard dropkick on Storm against the corner. As Storm stumbles forward, Callaway moves up from behind him, and locks in the Calsmission (Tazzmission)! Storm struggles, but Callaway is firmly locked upon his back…that is, until Storm backs up, and slams Callaway against the turnbuckle! He lets go, holding his back,and Storm runs off the ropes, before nailing Callaway with a Thunderbolt! He pins Callaway...

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 6 minutes and 3 seconds...Storm!

[Kirk Noble]

The scene switches to backstage, in a dark room, where a man can be seen sitting in a single chair in the middle of the room. His face is covered in darkness. He leans forward a bit, and begins to speak.

For those of you who do not know who I am, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Richard Hamilton and I am your worst fucking nightmare. For those of you who remember who I am, the party is just getting started. Everyone and their mothers are staring at their television screen right now, wondering how the hell I'm standing here in the Cookeville Community Center when just 24 hours ago I was in Tennessee sitting in SOMEONE ELSE'S office going over contract negotiations. Well, guess what? I didn't sign them! No, no, no. I could have and there were damn good perks for doing so. You know what though? I looked over my history in that organization, I looked real hard. I was a touranment champion and I was at the top of my game but I was looked over! I'd get that little push up the card and then snapped right back down whenever someone like Robb Daniels would make his triumphant return. For someone who claimed to never play politics, that's all I was a victim off from that guy and so when push came to shove, I followed the herd and I'm here in the KOP. I was just about to sign my contract with that other organization when I got a call from a friend of mine, he said "Richard, why are you going to bust your ass all week for that other company when you can work twice as less and earn twice as more down here in KOP?" With that sentence, I knew exactly what I had to do. I told that OTHER GUY to give me 24 hours for my lawyer to read over the fine print. I jumped in my limo and now I'm here, officially as a KOP superstar. But...I'm not alone. No, not this time. For years I've surrounded myself with weaker men. Rob Matthews, Chester Coban, Tito Capaci, Lance Erikson. The list goes on. This time...however... is different. I've surrounded myself with an elite group of men and we will not take "no" for an answer. Consider yourself warned. Every person, man or woman, is a target for us. This is just the begining.

Rich Hamilton smiles, as the scene fades out...

Coming next week to the Kingdom of Pride...
Rich Hamilton

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[Kirk Noble]

The camera pans to a shot of fans at ringside who cheer at the camera; obviously enjoying themselves...that is until a familiar sound of drums begins to play through the speakers.

I wanna taste those lips, why don't you shake those hips?
I wanna taste those lips, why don't you shake those hips?
I wanna taste those lips, why don't you shake those hips?
I wanna taste those lips! Why don't you shake those hips!?

Eric Witz: FUCK YES CHRISTIAN KANE!

Keith Oswalt: A Christian Kane-less Pride was good while it lasted...

The crowd begin to boo as Christian Kane walks through the curtain with his trademark smirk upon his face. CK carries a microphone in his hand as he cockily struts down to the ring wearing a white and pink jacket over his wrestling gear. As Christian walks up the steps he begins to speak.

Kane: Ahh, Kingdom of Pride...

CK walks across the apron and climbs into the ring.

Kane: ...why all the boos? Your son has returned...and he's better than fucking ever!

He unzips his jacket and begins to motion to his abs as he speaks.

Kane: Look at me. Look at how sexy I am. How could you boo me!?

Obviously unimpressed by CK's sexiness, the crowd boo.

Eric Witz: Dammit that's true! I'd go as far as to say that this is BLATANT RACISM.

Keith Oswalt: What the hell are you talking about?

Eric Witz: What the hell are you talking ab- SHUT UP KEITH, CHRISTIAN KANE IS TALKING!

Kane: You know what, fine - that doesn't matter. I can deal with jealous people, and I know that every single one of you...every single one of you...is jealous of me. But, that's pretty amusing, because I, like all of you people, am jealous of someone who happens to be here tonight.

CK lowers the mic and nods his head solemnly before looking up and speaking again.

Kane: But woah woah woah! Don't get me wrong, it's not because I'm jealous of his looks, or because I'm jealous of the respect he receives...the reason I am jealous of this certain individual is because they have what I want. No no, better yet, they have what I need. I am jealous of Josh Eagles...because he has the Valiant Title.

The fans cheer at the mention of their champion. Christian chooses to ignore this however, and carries on.

Kane: Does he deserve it? No. Of course he doesn't deserve it. But then again, did Chris Hart deserve it? No - and he kept the title for like...4 months.

The only person who deserves a title reign right now is me! Christian Kane! Hell, I should just be rewarded the title right fuckin' now! I have been with this company for 4 years now. How is it fair that two LOSER Canadians stroll in here and take what is rightfully mine!? How is it fair that the one man...the ONE MAN who stuck by this fuckin' company when they went bust keeps getting screwed over? Well let me let you all in on a little secret - it isn't fair.

So Josh Eagles, I want you to get your sorry ass out here, right...n-

As CK is about to finish his sentence a fan in the front row shouts something derogatory at Christian that catches his attention. CK pauses mid-sentence and turns in the direction of the fan.

Kane: Who the fuck just said that? Huh? Own up, come on!

A middle aged looking fan smugly raises his hand, proud of the horrible, atrocious act he's just committed. The Canadian Sensation has a serious expression on his face as he steps through the ropes and drops down to the outside. He walks over to the man, and notices that he's in a wheelchair. Smirking, Christian looks down at the man.

Kane: Why don't you...stand up...and, y'know face me like a man?

CK sinisterly grins as the fan tells Christian that, "he can't".

Kane: You know what? This is perfect. You sir, you embody everything that Josh Eagles is. Fuckin' pathetic!

Directly after saying this, CK slaps the man hard across the face, causing the crowd to roar in anger.

Keith Oswalt: This is a new low, dammit!

Eric Witz: More like new high! Beat his crippled ass, CK!

Kane: Where do you get off!? Huh!? Where do you get off you crippled fuck!

After screaming down the microphone CK throws it to the side and drags the poor disabled man over the guard rail before throwing him to the floor and raining down with punches. After being heckled by fans at ringside, Christian stands up and backs off...before running up to the disabled man and kicking him in the side of the head! CK stands over the man and scowls down at him as 'I Know You Are But What Am I?' begins to play through the speakers again.

Keith Oswalt: I feel sick. I feel physically sick. How the h-

Eric Witz: Do you want a sick bag?

Keith Oswalt: What? No...

Eric Witz: Stop lying to our lovely fans then, Keith. Kane did was had to be done, I applaud him for his courage.

The Canadian Sensation dusts off his jacket before slowly backing away from the disabled man, mouthing "Fine me, I don't give a fuck" at the camera as EMT's rush to the aid of the unconscious disabled man.

[Kirk Noble]

“Bad Medicine” by Bon Jovi begins to play as the crowd cheers excitedly. Walking out to the ring, “Sensational” Shawn Stevens and Robbie Venom smile, slapping the hands of the fans as they walk by them. Grinning at one another, the two Renaissance members finally race to the ring, with Shawn Stevens beating Robbie Venom by just a hair. Arguing over who the winner of their race was, the two continue to mess around as they wait for their opponents.

Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 437 pounds, they are The Renaissance, “Sensational” Shawn Stevens and Robbie Venom!

”Now, I am become Death. The destroyer of Worlds.”

The words of Oppenheimer finish and the slow, melodic beat of “Warriors of the World” fills the arena, the giants Somba and Balraj enter through the curtain. Their manager and trainer, Kaja Reinhardt is in tow, drilling the men with their game plan in her native German tongue. The crowd watches in awe as the two behemoths enter the ring. They waste no time taunting. They don’t acknowledge the crowd. They’re ready to brutalize the opposition.

Ike Rose: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 730 pounds, accompanied to the ring by Kaja Reinhardt, the are Der Krieg Maschinen, Balraj and Somba!

Keith Oswalt: You know, regardless of how many times I see The Krieg, their sheer size never ceases to amaze me.

Eric Witz: That’s what she said.

Keith Oswalt: Really? You’re still doing that? Didn’t that stop being cool a year ago? Yeah, it did.

Eric Witz: Jeez, somebody’s in a pissy mood tonight.

As Ike Rose exit’s the ring, Somba starts the match off with The Renaissance, who are playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who starts the match off. Losing the match of rock paper, scissors, it’s decided that Shawn Stevens will start the match off as Robbie Venom gets out of the ring. Looking across at his opponent, Stevens focuses almost immediately, as he knows what is at stake in the match. Going to engage in a collar and elbow tie up, Somba ignores Stevens finesse and instead shoves Stevens to the ground, and brutally following up on him with a series of stomps. After being stomped repeatedly, Stevens rolls out of the ring and barks at Robbie Venom to get in the ring. Shaking his head, Venom refuses to get into the ring and forces Stevens to slide back into the ring, Somba calmly letting him get back to his feet.

As soon as Stevens stands however, Somba charges at him, but Stevens is able to use his veteran wrestling experience to hit a drop toe hold on Somba, forcing Somba’s head into the mat. Quickly pivoting over into a head lock, Somba begins to power up out of the hold and feeling Somba raise, Stevens quickly shifts his weight to throw Somba back down to the mat with a headlock takeover. Despite the move, Somba appears to bear no effects as he again begins to get up to his feet. This time, once Somba raises to his feet, Somba pushes Stevens off of him and as Stevens hit’s the ropes and runs back at Somba, Stevens goes for a cross body. Catching Stevens, Somba brutally swings him around before bringing him crashing down to the mat with a standing, spinning side walk slam! Covering Stevens after hitting this Somba hooks his leg,

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Robbie Venom springboards from his side of the ring and hit’s a double stomp on Somba’s back!

Keith Oswalt: Woah! Incredible save by Robbie Venom there as he leaps half way across the ring!

Eric Witz: Fuck Robbie Venom.

Keith Oswalt: Still bitter?

Protecting his partner, Venom lifts Somba back up to his feet as he pushes Stevens out of the ring, becoming the legal man in the process. Kicking Somba in the stomach, Venom throws a big forearm on Somba before finally running to the ropes himself and with Somba still doubled over hitting a flip neckbreaker on him! Taking Somba to the mat, Venom goes for a quick cover,

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Kick out! Somba easily tosses Venom into the air, however Venom is tossed high enough to where he is able to get his feet under him and lands in a standing position. Grinning at the trick, Venom finally rushes towards Balraj on the side, but just feet away from him, thinks otherwise of attacking the giant. Instead, Venom shakes his head and turns back around to see Somba getting back to his feet. While he’s on his hands and knees to stand up, Venom punts him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Finally pulling him to his feet, Venom takes him to his corner where he tags in Shawn Stevens who leapfrogs over the ropes in front of Somba and hit’s an ace crusher on Somba! Driving his head into the mat, Stevens goes for a cover,

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Balraj deadlifts Stevens up off of his partner and from the deadlift drops down into a German suplex, dropping Shawn Stevens on his head!

Eric Witz: Now do that to Venom!

Keith Oswalt: Incredible strength shown by Balraj there!

After hitting the huge move on Stevens, Balraj doesn’t bother to pin Stevens and instead gets back to his feet and pulls Stevens to his as well before grabbing Shawn by the back of the head and slamming it into the turnbuckle! After this, Balraj whips Stevens across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle and quickly charges after him. As Stevens lays in the ropes, Balraj annihilates him with a big boot, wiping his foot across Stevens’s face.

After hitting this move, Balraj grabs Stevens by the throat and lifts him over his head and from the gorilla press, drops him down across his knee with a gut buster. Holding his stomach after the brutal move, Stevens attempts to roll away from Balraj, and as Balraj focuses on Stevens, Robbie Venom leaps off of the top rope for a dropkick on Balraj, however Balraj seems to see him coming as he swats Venom away, allowing him to crash to the mat. After doing this, Venom seems to have drawn the giant’s attention and the giant man grabs Venom around the neck with both hands before dead lifting him from the mat and holding him by the neck as he holds him off of the ground. After holding Venom for a few seconds, Balraj tosses Venom brutally to the ground below with a vicious two-handed choke slam.

Having recovered from the gut buster, Stevens now stands and waits for Balraj to turn around, and as soon as the giant does, Stevens nails him with a huge pele kick! Stumbling, Balraj begins to fall back before finally Stevens runs at him and nails Balraj with a Painkiller (Superkick)! Amazingly, Stevens stretches his leg far enough to nail the kick on Balraj’s jaw, knocking him to the ground in the process. After having Balraj knocked to the ground, Stevens runs to the ropes before hitting The New Aresnal (Lionsault), again nailing Balraj! Hooking this into a cover, Stevens pins Balraj,

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Kick out!

Keith Oswalt: Close call for Stevens! He almost became the first man to pin either member of the Krieg!

Eric Witz: I hope Renaissance doesn’t win this. If they do, we’ll never hear the end of it.

Keith Oswalt: To be fair, if they lose, we’ll also never hear the end of it.

Eric Witz: Or, perhaps, we’ll just close and I’ll never have to deal Robbie Venom ever again.

Keith Oswalt: Do you even want to have a job?

Despite the huge kick out, Stevens remains focused as he lifts the large man back up to his feet, however as he gets to his feet, Stevens is spun around by Somba who takes his thumb and jams it into Stevens’s throat, nearly putting it through his throat in the process! Having recovered from the choke slam, Venom now rushes Somba, hitting a leg lariat to the back of his head! Having launched himself at Somba, Venom again gets back up to his feet and pulls Somba along with him before turning around and nailing Somba with a pele kick, forcing Somba to roll out of the ring. However, now as Venom gets up, Balraj is standing behind him and as Venom turns around, Balraj grabs Venom’s arm before hitting him with a short arm clothesline, however not letting Venom go, Balraj nearly rips Venom’s arm out of it’s socket pulling him back up before hitting him with another clothesline, but after the second clothesline, Balraj again rips Venom back up to his feet, before finally hitting a third, and final, short-arm clothesline, nearly decapitating Venom in the process.

After the trio of short arm clotheslines, Balraj turns around to see a slowly recovering Shawn Stevens, not letting him fully recover, Balraj sprints at him, hitting him with a big boot that backs him up into the corner. After this, Balraj lifts Stevens up onto his shoulders before hitting him with a fireman’s carry slam over the ropes and onto the apron! Now focusing back on Robbie Venom, Balraj glares at him before lifting him up to his feet and kicking him in the stomach. After doing this, Balraj hooks Venom’s arms and hits him with the Punjabi Bomb (Jacknife Tiger Bomb)! After doing this, Balraj covers Venom with a foot over his chest, pushing his large weight down onto Venom’s chest,

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3!

Ike Rose: Here are your winners, via pinfall, at 12 minutes and 38 seconds, Der Krieg Maschinen!

Keith Oswalt: What an incredible match! Back and forth action between both times, but The Krieg has proved once again that they are near impossible to put down.

Eric Witz: To be fair, the closest person to defeating them is Jaden Hunter, and even that was only a draw. I suppose technically they’ve lost once before when Balraj chose to walk out of a match, but that depends if you really want to consider that a loss.

Keith Oswalt: I don’t know if there are anybody in the world that truly can defeat the both of them.

[Kirk Noble]

With the crowd still buzzing over the last match, an anticipatory charge has settled over the arena. Music hit’s but it belongs to neither of the next two combatants. Instead Justin Kaard bursts onto the ramp amidst cheers from the crowd. Slapping hands with fans as he walks down the aisle, Justin leaps from the floor to the ring apron before vaulting over the ropes and landing with a light bounce in the ring. With the fans still cheering, he climbs the turnbuckle and thrusts his fists in the air triumphantly. Stepping down from the turnbuckle he grabs a mic from ringside.

“Oh it’s good to be back in the Kingdom, back in Cookeville Tennesee!”

The cheap pop has exactly the expected reaction. Kaard grins as he paces around the ring, waiting for the cheers to die down again.
“The last time I stood in this ring, things didn’t go exactly as planned. Suffice to say I got hurt pretty bad. The bosses, Kurt Noble especially;” The mention of the Noble one brings another pop from the crowd. Justin just smiles at the crowds cheers, “Like I was saying, Kurt had noticed I was going down the same road he did and encouraged me to take some time off to get my head straight. But as of next week I’ll officially be back on the card and making another run at the top, cause the Adrenaline King is back and better than ever…

“How quaint.”

Justin whirled to face the ramp, where the second voice had come from.
The newcomer, and older man dressed in a black suit with slicked back hair, smiled up at ring. The smile was predatory, with no hint of the warmth that usually accompanies a smile. “Royalty in the ring, I couldn’t have asked for a better volunteer for my little demonstration.”

Kaard merely stares back at the man, confused and more than a little angry to have his return speech interrupted. “And what makes you think I care to take part in your little demonstration? Furthermore, who the hell are you?”

The older gentlemen gave a formal bow. “My name is not important, though to expedite the conversation you may refer to me as The Voice. As for my demonstration, well it’s an experiment in human depravity and you, Mr. Kaard, will serve as an excellent test subject.”

Justin stroked his chin, looking thoughtful. “Human depravity huh, and if I were feeling so inclined, what would be required?”

The Voice nodded politely, “You’re willing to deal, smart man. You would be required to do what I commanded of you, no matter how heinous. The idea is to see how far you’re willing to go when there are no consequences.”

“No consequences huh? Well you see Mr. The Voice, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that there are always consequences, despite the assurances of there being none. So thanks but no thanks.”

With his attention fully affixed on the older man on the ramp, Kaard fails to notice the giant slipping silently into the ring behind him, his face obscured by the hood of a sleeveless sweat shirt.

The Voices smile disappears, “Well Mr. Kaard you were right about one thing. There are consequences for everything, and the consequences for your refusal will be quite severe. I’m afraid I’m going to have to hurt you.”

Justin nearly doubled over laughing, “You?! You’re going to hurt me? You’re three times my age. Okay, well let’s go old man; I’ve got to see this.”

The Voice just shook his head sadly, “It’s not me that’s going to punish you Mr. Kaard. It’s my monster. The one standing right behind you.”

Kaard turned, the look of shock on his face quickly replaced by pain as a size twenty two boot connects with his midsection, driving the air from his lungs. The monster drags Kaard towards the middle of the ring and quickly lifts him up into a power bomb position. Holding the lift, The Voice’s monster slams him back down with a sit out power bomb. The giant pulls Kaard to his feet and begins to hit him with close fists, each blow rocking Kaard back a few stops. Justin finally manages to duck a punch and tries to fire back with some punches of his own. He may as well have punched a brick wall as his blows have absolutely no effect. Another vicious punch from the silent monster and Kaard is hanging on the ropes, struggling to stay on his feet. The nameless monster takes a step back and launches a big boot directly into the back of Kaard’s head, sending him tumbling over the ropes.

Kaard’s feet never touch the floor though, his arms entwined in the top and middle rope, he’s hanging from the side of the ring as though crucified. The monster slides out of the ring, his face still obscured by the hood. He stands face to face with Kaard, staring at the hanged man but not making a move. The Voice walks down the ramp, standing next to the monster. “Justin, I would like to introduce you to my protégé, Silence. He doesn’t say much but as you’ve learned, he has no trouble getting his point across. Now, I’m not an unreasonable man Justin, I’ll ask you again. Come work for me?”

The Adrenaline King does not respond, he merely glares daggers at The Voice.

“What will it be Justin?”

Still Justin Kaard does not respond. Instead he clears his throat and spits at the voice, a large glob of sputum landing on the suit jacket worn by The Voice. Looking down at the spit with disgust on his face, he pulls a white cloth from his breast pocket and wipes it away. Tossing the cloth as though it were forever soiled, he looks back at Justin.

“So be it Mr. Kaard. Just remember you brought this on yourself.” The Voice nods at Silence who has returned with a chair in hand.

Justin just stairs at Silence in defiance, daring the giant to hit him with the chair. The giant obliges and brings the chair crashing down on the unprotected skull of Justin Kaard. Kaard’s eyes roll up into his head and he goes limp, but the monster does not stop there. He brings the chair down again, opening Kaard up and causing blood to flow freely down his face. Silence brings the chair crashing down a third time, widening the gash. Silence looks back at the voice, looking for direction. The Voice just nods to the monster, urging him on. Silence turns back to Kaard’s limp form and raises the chair to bash the hanged man’s head in further. A fourth shot rings out as the steel bounces off Kaard’s skull.

Silence drops the chair and surveys the carnage he has wrought. Justin Kaard hangs bloody, battered, and beaten from the ring. Emergency teams push past the monster, lifting Kaard out of the ropes and placing him on a stretcher. Silence watches dispassionately as his newest victim is wheeled out, in contrast, The Voice is laughing somewhat maniacally as Kaard is carried out of the arena.

[Kirk Noble]

The live feed switches to backstage where a locker room door comes into focus. A young man, possibly in his early twenties, knocks on the door and speaks.

"Mr. Hunter… it's time."

The crowd begins to respond loudly as Jaden walks through the door way, slamming the door closed behind him. He glances at the now obviously frightened man with disdain, before shoving him out of the way effortlessly. The camera feed follows Jaden from behind now as he makes his way through the backstage hallway, arriving at a short flight of steps.

"Cryin' like a Bitch" by Godsmack begins to play..

The crowd's screams are deafening as Jaden steps out onto the stage, coming to a stop at the top of the rampway. He slowly looks from left to right, his eyes deeply focused on the fans around him. Casually, he spits off to the side of him before beginning to slowly walk towards ringside. Arriving at the ring, Jaden glances at the fans once again. They respond with a hail of boos in his direction. Satisfied, he then rolls under the bottom rope and heads towards a corner of the ring. With a few quick tugs of the nearby ropes and a couple of mock punches, Jaden turns to face the referee as his theme song fades out.

Ike Rose: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 272 pounds, and hailing from San Francisco, California…Jaden Hunter!

Keith Oswalt: You know Jaden Hunter has be keeping one eye out for Storm during this match-up. Not only did he piss off Kurt Noble by denying his truce, but he’s still intent on calling out Storm. This can’t end well for Pride…

Eric Witz: I know. They just cleaned the ring, and now they’re gonna mess it up!

Keith Oswalt:…I was talking about us…

Eric Witz: Always thinking about yourself

Through the fire and flames by Dragonforce begins playing over the loud speakers while at the same time, red flames spray out of cannons on either side of the entrance ramp. Across the stage area from large cannons on either side. Around the same time, the lights go dim and the crowd begins to boo with rabid obsession. The curtains leading to the backstage area slowly open up and a cloud of smoke fills the now revealed doorway.

Two shadowy figures emerge from the backstage area, the first one, a rather large man, standing about 6'6 and weighing close to 350 pounds, his large upper body is muscular, and can be easily seen through the black tank top he wears. His legs are also rather large but are covered with green camouflage pants, on his face he wears a pair of black sunglasses, and his head is bald. As he comes out onto the rampway a little further the fans notice it is S’ven Swanson the Swedish Bomber, Orge Lambart’s right hand man.

Following behind him is another man, dressed in a long black robe. The robe is tied off with a blood red rope, the man has his head lowered and he slowly walks out from behind the curtain, as he exits the backstage area he stops on top of the ramp and raises his head, slowly looking out at the crowd. S’ven stops at the top of the ramp way and looks out at the booing crowd. S’ven begins to raise his arms into the air; he flexes them up and down a few times.

The first man slowly begins to remove the robe, as the robe begins to come off he lets it slip to the floor. Once the robe is completely off the crowd finally lays eyes on the "The Beastmaster" Orge Lambart, his face is horrible burned and scarred. His blue eyes glow in the darkened arena. His mouth is covered in a red liquid which appears to be blood. Orge wears a black velvet shirt, and a pair of baggy black pants.

The two men walk towards the ring area in a menacingly slow walk. When they finally reach the ring, S’ven pulls himself up on the ring Apron and than climbs over the top rope. While, Orge slides under the bottom rope and than moves toward the center of the ring, once there Orge reaches down his pants and proceeds to flip off the crowd.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 265 pounds, and hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… Orge Lambart!

Keith Oswalt: In an odd way, these two men are in the same boat. Orge Lambart allegedly left a message for Johnny Noble last week in the shape of…well, an ear…

Eric Witz: Santa really freaking hates someone…

Chris Owens starts the match, and both men cautiously eye one another, anticipating who will make the first move. Suddenly, Orge rushes forward, and he and Jaden begin to trade punches. Despite being of a smaller statue, Orge gains the offensive advantage, backing Jaden against the ropes. He Irish Whips Jaden, and goes for a clothesline, but Jaden nails him with a Big Boot to take him down! Orge then crawls into the corner, with Jaden hot on his trail. However, Orge hits a hard knee on Jaden, and moves him into the corner, before beginning to hammer on Jaden. He Irish Whips Jaden into the opposite corner, but as he charges him, gets a knee to the stomach from Jaden. Jaden then tries to Irish Whip Orge, but Orge reverses the move, hitting a strong double leg spinebuster on Jaden! He then lifts up Jaden, Irish Whips him, and hits him with a clothesline to the corner, as a bit of Orge’s skin rips off on him!

Keith Oswalt: Both men are starting off with a hugely powerful moveset, but I’m not sure Orge can match the powerful stamina of Jaden Hunter…

Eric Witz: For God’s sake man, his Goddamn skin is peeling off on Jaden! Am I the only one with any sort of health standards around here?!?

Orge rolls out of the ring, clutching his slightly bleeding chest. Jaden roughly brushes the skin off him, before rolling out after Orge. He hits a few hard shots on Orge, before Irish Whipping him into the steel steps! Orge flies over them, holding his knee in pain. He’s lifted up by Jaden, who hits him with an elbow, before booting him in the head, sending him over the guard rail, and into a group of fans that scream in horror! He pulls Orge, and lays a few hard shots on him, before slamming his face against the guard rail and throwing him back onto the mats. As Jaden tries to lift him up, Orge leans over and bites his stomach! Jaden moves back, his hands covering the now red mark on his stomach. Orge then rushes forward, hitting Jaden with a running smashing elbow to the face! Attempting to avoid the count, he grabs Jaden, and throws him into the ring. He stomps him, before pushing Jaden into a corner. Orge begins to use his brawler skills, hitting Jaden with a series of stiff shots, but the Destroyer of Worlds comes back with his own set of hands, as the crowd gets behind him! He pushes Orge against the ropes, and Irish Whips him, but it gets reverses…and Orge slams him with a huge t-bone suplex!

Instead of making a pin, Orge stands up, attempting to brush off the offense he’s taken. Jaden begins to pull himself up, but Orge slams him with a few hard shots to the temple,…but Jaden uses his massive arms to shove Orge away. Orge keeps coming back for more, and Jaden begins to fire back with his own brawler hands! He then grabs Orge, and lifts him up for a gorilla press slam, but Orge slides behind him. Jaden turns, and falls victim to a quick DDT! Just as soon as Orge gets up, Jaden does too. Before Jaden can fully get to his feet, Orge jumps over him, and nails Jaden with a neckbreaker! He makes a quick pinfall attempt…

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Kickout by Jaden Hunter!

Keith Oswalt: Close count! The offensive momentum has definitely switched sides, but Jaden Hunter is relentless. He’s going to need to learn to absorb punishment if he’s going to take on Storm, who is arguably the most durable man in the company.

Eric Witz: Oh please. Tommy Hargrove was durable, and he just sat on his ass eating pork rines and wanking to the Food Channel all day. It’s hardly an accomplishment.

Both men get up, and Orge spits in Jaden’s face, before stomping him down. However, this merely infuriates Jaden, who picks himself up, and takes Orge’s shots while looking him dead in the eyes! Jaden absorbs the blows heartedly, before grabbing Orge, and ramming him back first into the turnbuckle. Jaden slams him with a barrage of fists, before backing up, and slamming Orge with a clothesline. Orge stumbles forward…right into a bear hug, and then a spinebuster from Jaden Hunter! Jaden lifts up Orge, and flings him into a turnbuckle, before charging him…but meeting Orge’s boot instead. Orge charges Jaden, but nets nailed with a spear! Jaden pins him…

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Close kickout by Orge Lambart!

Jaden gets up, and moves into a corner, as Orge gets up. He turns to face Jaden, who charges him with a Big Boot. He misses, and nearly hits Chris Owens, who cowers in fear. Jaden stares at him for a second, before turning, and getting blasted by Orge, who rams him into Chris Owens! He falls for a second, trying to gain his footing back, and Orge goes down and low blows Jaden! As Jaden leans over, Orge grabs him, and drops him with the Orge Ender (Rock Bottom)! He pins Jaden…but Chris Owens is still out! He gets up, and drags Chris Owens over towards him. He pins Jaden again, and Chris Owens makes a count…

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3-Kickout by Jaden Hunter!!!

Keith Oswalt: Orge tried to cheat Jaden Hunter out of the win, and may have just screwed himself instead! Jaden Hunter is still in it!

Eric Witz: Goddamn Chris Owens! His bones are made of glass or something!

Both men slowly get up, but Orge grabs Jaden, and goes for another Orge Edner, but Jaden slams him with a elbow to the head, before grabbing Orge, and slamming him with a two handed chokeslam! He then signals for the end, and lifts up Orge. Jaden nails him with kick, before attempting to lock in the Drop Zone 2.0 (Pedigree) position…but Orge brings himself up! He then reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a match! He begins to stare at it, as referee Chris Owens tries to get it away from him. He pushes the referee away, but the distractions have given Jaden enough time to get back up. He kicks Orge in the stomach, and nails him the The Hangman's Noose (Death Valley Driver)! Jaden pins Orge...

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 11 minutes and 55 seconds...Jaden Hunter!

Jaden wastes little time as he gets up, and grabs a microphone. He catches his breath a bit, and waits for Orge to clear the ring.

Jaden Hunter: I told that bastard Kurt Noble earlier that I would not back down from calling out the gutless coward that attacked me Death's Desire. Let it be known, unlike Storm, I don't need to hide behind corporate watchdogs or big paychecks. I didn't learn the tricks and trades of this profession from my Father just to be snubbed by some damn sociopath! So we're going to end this. Get out Storm!

Jaden turns towards the stage, and points out, as if attempting to summon Storm. A few moments ass, with nothing happening...

Jaden Hunter: I swear to God Storm, if you don't come out here and face me, I'll come backstage, and tear through whatever security you're hiding behind until it's just you and me! I swear it!

Jaden's voice rattles the arena...but it isn't Storm that walks out. Instead, it's Nicole Morera that walks out. Her presence gets a few boos, but she doesn't seem bothered in the slightest.

Keith Oswalt: Wait...that's not Storm. Instead, that's the woman that Storm was seen with last week. Is she his new spokesperson or something?

Eric Witz: She doesn't need a name. Her face says it all...the new love of my life...

Nicole gets in the ring, and grabs a microhone, as Jaden stares at her, a bit confused.

Jaden Hunter: Doll, I was born, but it surely wasn't yesterday. I'm not interested in you. My fight's with Storm!

Nicole Morera: Mr. Hunter, as I'm sure you can tell, I represent Storm. My name is Ms. Morera, and for the time being, I'm his psychological advisor. I'm informed Storm that coming out here and "facing you" isn't in his best interest,

The crowd is silent...but Jaden Hunter seems amused.

Jaden Hunter: Is this some kind of funny joke? Psychological advisor? Lady, in this ring, you leave your sissy feeling at the curtain. We hurt each other for a living, and right now, I'm trying to earn a living off of your "client." Now, you're going to call him out here, or I'll go backstage and-

Nicole Morera: You'll do none of the sort. I've heard stories about you Mr. Hunter. You're a brutal man, and not shy of apparent problems with management. You've managed to get yourself suspended already in this company. In fact, due to your emotional issues, I'm recommending you for psychological evaluation.

Keith Oswalt: Oh boy. She'd better stop talking now...

Eric Witz: Universal advice for women right there...

Jaden Hunter: Oh, you're class, woman. And what for?

Nicole Morera: You clearly have extreme emotional aggressiveness, and might I add, seems to want to adapt a brutality that has allegedly made your father famous...

The instant the words leave her mouth, Jaden moves in on her, moving her into a corner! Nicole looks only slightly intimidated, but she doesn't use much more time, as Stoem jumps through the barricade, a steel chair in hand! He rolls into the ring, and the second Jaden Hunter turns around, he's blasted with a chair shot from Storm! Jaden stumbles, not quite going down, until Jaden slams his back again, causing Jaden to fully go down. Storm takes a second to go check on Nicole, but Jaden is quickly getting back up. As he does, Storm runs forward, going for a bit boot, but Jaden ducks it, and runs off the ropes. He slams Storm with a spear, and Storm rolls out of the ring, and Nicole gets out quickly before Jaden can do any damage to her. The crowd then cheers as Jaden grabs the steel chair, and begins to break it with his hands!

Keith Oswalt: These two men are so brutal. Jaden Hunter apparently didn't take the comment about his father Xplode with a grain of salt...

Eric Witz: "Psychological evaluation." I love it!

Keith Oswalt: You have to wonder how Ms. Morera is going to play into the violent battle between these two. Hopefully, they don't kill us in the process!

Storm and Jaden Hunter eye one another, as Storm heads back up the ramp. The scene fades out...

[Kirk Noble]

Backstage, both Robbie Venom and Shawn Stevens are walking down a corridor, looking tired after their match. As they walk, talking amongst themselves, they bump into none other than Kurt Noble.

Kurt Noble: Sorry about the tough loss guys.

Both members of The Renaissance seem rather annoyed at his statement.

Robbie Venom: Thanks for the patronizing comment, boss.

Kurt Noble: Don't mention it.

Kurt smiles and then looks to walk away, but Robbie stops him.

Robbie Venom: Actually, while we have you there is something we'd like to discuss.

Noble frowns.

Kurt Noble: Oh?

Robbie Venom: Epic Angle... They still have the Scramble Titles that rightfully belong to us, and we owe them an asskicking. So can you make that happen next week?

After thinking about it for a moment, Noble shrugs.

Kurt Noble: I can do that, sure. Now if you'll excuse me-

Shawn Stevens: One more thing. Those titles do belong to us Kurt, and once we get them back next week - on top of our victory tonight - we would have proved without a doubt we are the best team in Kingdom of Pride. So it's time to make that official and reinstate those championships.

Kurt sighs.

Kurt Noble: Guys, we've been through this. That's not going to happen.

Robbie Venom: But surely-

Kurt Noble: I'm sorry. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to.

Noble quickly rushes off before he has to face any further protests. Robbie watches him go and then turns to Shawn with a glare. Shawn places a hand on his team mate's shoulder.

[b Shawn Stevens:[/b] Don't worry about it. This isn't over. Come on...

After looking back over his shoulder, Shawn leads Robbie away as the scene fades.

[Kirk Noble]

I wanna taste those lips, why don't you shake those hips?
I wanna taste those lips, why don't you shake those hips?
I wanna taste those lips, why don't you shake those hips?
I wanna taste those lips! Why don't you shake those hips!?

"I Know You Are But What Am I?" plays through the speakers and the crowd boos as Christian Kane walks through the curtain with Dani Clarke at his side. CK stops just a few inches from the curtain and looks around the arena as several small barely audible anti-CK chants start up. Dani slowly rubs Kane's abs before he pulls her head back by the hair and they exchange a sloppy french kiss.

After several seconds of this, he pushes her away and begins to walk down to the ring. The music keeps going and CK rushes down to the ring, moves around the side of it, then slides onto the hot apron. CK stands and raises his arms up by his side with a smirk on his face before stepping into the ring.

Dani climbs into the ring as CK ascends to the top of the closest turnbuckle. He looks around at the fans before spotting a pretty girl. He puts a hand to his lips and blows a mocking kiss as her boyfriend stands at the side, becoming enraged by the gesture. CK laughs and looks around some more before stopping at a rather chubby girl. He immediately waves a disgusted hand and jumps off the turnbuckle.

He and Dani meet up in the middle of the ring once more and give each other another french kiss. Christian hands Dani his jacket before telling her to leave 'his' ring, smacking her ass on the way out. The fans keep booing as CK walks to the ropes and blows another patronizing kiss at them. The music dies down as Kane smiles arrogantly in the ring.

Ike Rose: The following match-up is a tag team contest schedule for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds…Christian Kane!

The lights in the arena dim as "Black Celebration" by Depeche Mode begins to play. Immediately the fans boo loudly, and after a few moments Obscene walks out from behind the curtain, wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. He stares at the fans with a malevolent expression on his face and slowly walks towards the ring and then up the ring steps. He climbs into the ring, and ignoring the boos he backs up into a corner of the ring, giving a sly nod to his small following of fans way back in the arena.

Ike Rose: And his partner, weighing in at 190 pounds…Obscene!

"Just Like You" by Three Days Grace Blares over the PA system in the arena as Kid Flanagan makes his down to the ring holding a book bag, he gives some fans high fives before he gets into the ring. Finally he gets into the ring, he then starts going through his book bag, he then pulls out an two water pistols. He then yells "BOOM", then he leaps out of the ring and shoots some hot woman wearing an white t-shirt. Kid then yells "BOOBSHOT!". Kid Flanagan then gets back into the ring.

Ike Rose: And the challengers, introducing first, weighing in at 185 pounds…Kingdom of Pride’s Syndicate Champion, Kid Flanagan!

"King of the World" plays over the P.A. as the fans rise to their feet and cheer as Josh Eagles burst through the curtain throwing his 'Eagles' symbol high above his head. Slowly he makes his way to the ring slapping hands with fans, giving some hugs out and shaking hands. Finally he rolls under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring and throws his symbol up one more time to a huge up roar from the crowd and smiles before stretching and waiting for the match to get under way.

Ike Rose: And lastly, weighing in at 195 pounds…the Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion, Josh Eagles!

Keith Oswalt: This is looking to be the most star-studded matchup thus far, Eric. We’re having the two Kingdom of Pride Champions team up against the Pride Originals!

Eric Witz: Christian Kane had better not bail out if things go awry. He could lose his title shot if he does!

The bell rings, and Chris Owens begins the match. Immediately, Josh Eagles runs forward, and begins to hammer on Christian Kane! The two begin to trade blows, with neither gaining a huge advantage over the other. Eagles pushing CK up against the ropes, and begins to lay into him with a set of chops, before Irish Whipping CK, who rebounds right into a dropkick from the Valiant Champion! Both men quickly get up, and Eagles goes for a clothesline, but CK ducks it, and hits a huge clothesline on Eagles. As Eagles gets up, CK tries to go for the Super Sexy Kick (Superkick), but Eagles grabs CK’s foot, and then tries to go for his own Impact Asylum (Foot-face finisher)…but CK pushes him away. Eagles rebounds off the ropes, but right into an elbow to the face from CK. He mocks the crowd as they cheer for Eagles, before stomping his face into the canvas. He lifts up Eagles, and nails some hits on him, before Irish Whipping Eagles, who reverses it…and nails CK with a drop toe hold! Eagles then tries to springboard off the ropes, hitting a moonsault on CK, but CK rolls out of the way, and Eagles lands on his feet. CK gets up, but quickly falls victim to a facebuster! Eagles makes the pin…

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Kickout by CK!

Keith Oswalt: These men are moving like lightening. This match truly represents the competitive nature of the Valiant Championship division.

Eric Witz: It’s been two minutes into the match. Calm down before we have to clean up the underside of the table…

Eagles nails CK with some kicks as he gets up. CK catches a boot, and pushes him away, but Eagles knocks into Kid, tagging him in. CK isn’t aware of it, and he grabs Eagles, about to drop him with some sort of slam, but Kid runs in and hits a huge jumping kick to CK’s face! Kid wastes little time, and lifts up CK, but CK reaches forward and rakes his eyes. He jumps over and tags in Obscene, who runs into the ring, and hits a spinning kick to Kid, taking him down. Obscene lifts up Kid, and pushes him against the ropes, before Irish Whipping him. Kid reverses the move, and catches Obscene with a spinebuster! Obscene gets up, and Kid goes in for a clothesline, but Obscene ducks, and nails Kid with a dropsault, which makes him bounce off the ropes. As he comes back, Obscene quickly nails him with an enziguri, sending him stumbling into the corner. Obscene begins to hit some hard shots on Kid, before Irish Whipping him into the opposite corner. He charges Kid, but Kid runs forward and nails Obscene with a kick to the face!

Obscene stumbles, and catches himself on the ropes. Kid grabs him, and begins to nail Obscene with some hard knees, before Irish Whipping him. However, Obscene holds on, and brings in Kid, nailing him with the Violator (Angels’ Wings)! Obscene takes a moment to cool off, before lifting up Kid, and slamming his face into his own team’s turnbuckle. He tags in CK, and both men begin to hammer on Kid, who covers himself up. CK drags Kid’s face across the ropes, before slamming his head into the turnbuckle adjacent to him. However, Kid fires back with some kicks. CK Irish Whips him off the ropes, and goes for a clothesline, but Kid ducks it. He goes for another, but Kid nimbly ducks that one as well, before jumping up and nailing CK with an amazing looking jumping knee strike! CK stumbles off the ropes, and Kid hits him with a jumping cutter! Pinfall by Kid…

1…

2…

Kickout by CK!

Keith Oswalt: Kid Flanagan is moving remarkably well for someone that last week was brutalized by a still unknown man. Obscene claims it was Legend, who God, who do you believe in a situation like this?

Eric Witz: Fucking Legend, that’s who. Would someone that represents America really lie to us?

Both men quickly get up, and CK goes for a clothesline, but Kid ducks. Kid then tries to grab CK, but CK throws him over the top rope…but Kid lands on the apron! Kid then quickly hops on the turnbuckle, and as CK turns around, he jumps off…only to be nailed with a midair dropkick from CK! The crowd boos him, but CK stands up, proud of himself. He lifts up Kid for a suplex, but Kid slides behind him, and pushes him into Kid’s corner, where Josh Eagles hits CK! CK stumbles back, and gets hit by Kid! It goes back and forth until Kid hits a forearm shot to CK, taking him down. He is about to pin him, but Obscene gets in the ring and kicks Kid, stopping him. The two trade a quick glare, before Kid lifts up CK. However, CK nails him in the gut, and pushes Kid into his corner. He tags in Obscene, who begins to lay into Kid aggressively, yelling “IT WASN’T ME!” He Irish Whips Kid, and ducks, anticipating a clothesline, and instead gets a reversal kick from Kid.

Kid begins to hit some strikes on Obscene, but it’s clear he’s wearing down. He Irish Whips Obscene off the ropes, and go to charge him, but Obscene dodges, and instead springboards off the ropes, going for an uneven moonsault…but missing! However, Obscene lands on his feet, and dodges a Kid clothesline. He goes in, attempting to lock in an Obscene Driver I (Delayed Michonku Driver), but Kid struggles out of it. He pulls Obscene does, and goes to lock in Da Tapper (Walls of Jericho)! However, CK runs in, but so does Eagles. He hits CK, and brings him down, locking in the Walls of Joshico himself!

Keith Oswalt: Oh my God! Both men have a form of the Walls of Jericho locked in!!!

Eric Witz: ARE YOU BLIND CHRIS OWENS?!? STOP THIS EPIC MOMENT FROM HAPPENING!

Obscene pulls forward, grabbing onto the ropes and breaking up the submission. CK gets up two, and Eagles takes him and himself over the top rope with a clothesline. Kid then lifts up Obscene for the Kid Wins (FU), but Obscene comes off his shoulders, and nails a Penetrator (Evenflow DDT) on Kid! He kicks Kid into a corner, and begins to stomp him into the canvas relentless, not stopping until being pulled away by Chris Owens. He tags in CK, who pushes Kid against the ropes, and hammers him with chops. Kid is clearly exhausted at this point. CCK Irish Whips him, but Kid reverses it with a quick DDT! Kid begins to crawl towards his corner, but Obscene jumps in, and nails Kid with a leg drop! Eagles is furious at this point, wanting to get in on the action. CK comes over, and while he referee is distracted by Eagles, hits a low blow on Kid! He the pins him,…

1…

2…

3-Kickout by Kid!

Obscene then locks in a chokehold, and Kid tries to fight out of it. He pulls himself up, struggling with everything he has, and hits Obscene with a few elbows. CK kicks him, and goes for the Outbreak (Swinging Backbreaker), but Kid swings out of it, and spins around…before both men nail each other with their Superkick finisher!!!

Keith Oswalt: Double Superkick!!! For God’s sake Kid, tag in Josh Eagles!!!

Eric Witz: Don’t! Then they might actually have a chance!

Both men struggle to crawl away…but Kid tags in Josh Eagles! The hungry Valiant Champion jumps in the ring, and meets Obscene, hitting him with a frenzy of punches. He Irish Whips Obscene, and nails him with a Codebreaker off the momentum! Eagles then grabs him, and tries to lock in the Walls of Joshico, but CK comes out of nowhere and nails Eagles with a punch to the back of the head! However, Eagles turns about, and goes crazy, nailing CK with an incredibly vicious set of hands! He nails him into the corner, and Obscene charges Eagles, but Eagles moves out of the way and Obscene nails CK instead! Suddenly, Kid comes flying out of nowhere, taking Obscene down! Both men go flying out of the ring, leaving only Eagles and CK in the ring! Eagles dodges a clothesline, and then grabs CK, locking in the Walls of Joshico! CK writhes about in pain, and manages ti push himself up…rolling up Eagles! But…Eagles rolls through as well!!!

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2..

3!

Ike Rose: Here are your winners, with a time of 13 minutes and 44 seconds…Kid Flanagan and Josh Eagles!

Keith Oswalt: Good God! Josh Eagles just pinned the man he’ll be facing at Winter Warfare!

Eric Witz: C’mon CK, yu gotta rape those ho’s in order to get the win!

Both Obscene and Kid continue to battle on the outside, before being flung into the crowd! They battle off, and the camera turns away from them. CK is livid as he gets up, and Eagles rolls out of the ring! He smirks at CK, before grabbing a microphone, as does CK.

Christian Kane: NO! NO, NO, NO! This is Horseshit! You get the Hell back in this ring Eagles, and we’re going to finish this! I will NOT tolerate this bullshit of you getting cheap wins. First with fucking Chris Hart, now me! It’s SHIT!

Eric Witz: Oh, he mad now…

Keith Oswalt: Duh?

Josh Eagles: You’re going to have to do better than that, Christian. You can’t earn this shot unless you can stand against me, and the best that this roster had. It may not be “fair”…but you don’t know much about that, do you? Was it fair what you did to that man earlier? I don’t think so. You think you’re such a tough guy…so next week, you get to prove it. Next week, your opponents are…

The arena goes silent…before…

”Now, I am become Death. The destroyer of Worlds.”

Keith Oswalt: Oh no!

Eric Witz: Oh God…

Both members of the Krieg walk out onto the stage, and look at CK, whose eyes go dark with fear…

Josh Eagkles: Next week Christian, you’re going to face off against both members of the Krieg…in a no-disqualification handicap match!

CK begins to yell various obscenities…before both members of the Krieg walk down to the ring. They get in, and CK bails! They watch him, as he gets into the crowd, exiting the arena…

Keith Oswalt: What another wild night it’s been on Oblivion! New faces, old grudges, and all the ego you can stand. Goodnight ladies and gentlemen! This has been Oblivion!

The scene fades out, ending Oblivion…