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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:13:05 GMT -5
Oblivion comes on the air, to the site of backstage, where Nicole Morera is standing in front of an unseen group of people.
Nicole Morera: Good evening everyone. For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Nicole Morera, a psychologist employed by the Kingdom of Pride. You’ve all been specifically handpicked by Pride management to receive psychological evaluations tonight, as you’ve been deemed mentally questionable. Anyone not passing my emotional stability criteria will be fired immediately. Any questions?
The camera turns towards the people…revealing Johnny Noble, John Parke and Stephen Callaway!
Keith Oswalt: What…what the Hell is this?!? They aren’t mentally unstable! This is just a room of Kurt Noble’s enemies!
Eric Witz: And Stephen Callaway! When he did he piss off Kurt?
JDP raises his hand weakly, although it is in a brace after his beatdown from Silence.
Nicole Morera: Yes, Mr….Parker.
John Parker: I was definitely told food would be here. Where’s the fakin food?
Nicole Morera: I’m not sure where you heard that from Mr. Parker, but there is no food. Now, I’ll be meeting with you all individually as the night progresses. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must step out for a moment. Any attempts to leave will be handled by the local security.
Nicole walks out a door, that is immediately closed behind her.
Johnny Noble:This…is such a load of bullshit. I’m going to kill my brother.
Stephen Callaway: Hey, maybe you should be in here. Maybe I should be in here…but really, what is I?
John Parke: Oh, shut it with your psycho crap Callaway!
The three men seem to be a bit on edge.
Keith Oswalt: I can’t believe this is being allowed tonight. Kurt Noble is clearly just trying to rid Pride of his enemies in an attempt to hurt Jeremy Sterling. So much for “Psychological Evaluations!”
Eric Witz: Hey, that Stephen Callaway guy is a pretty loose cannon. I’d watch him if I were you…
The scene switches to the ring…
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:13:30 GMT -5
As Oblivion cuts to the ring, Morgan Jones and Savio Romero can be seen in the ring. As they lock up, Savio puts Morgan into a headlock, which Morgan quickly pushes Savio away from and hits him with a clothesline. Lifting Savio back up, Savio rips Morgan down with an arm drag. As the two men both get up, before they can do anything “Artist in the Ambulance” by Thrice begins to play over, gaining the attention of both Savio and Morgan. Out to the ring, Jeremy Sterling walks, microphone in hand.
Jeremy Sterling: Oh, please, just stop. Why are you two wrestling?
Scrambling to answer, Jeremy Sterling shakes his head at them.
Jeremy Sterling: Oh for Christ sake, like I can hear you. Listen, I don’t know what Kurt Noble saw in either of you, but as far as I’m concerned you’re both absolutely worthless. So, because Kurt Noble seems to think that I’m the one signing worthless talent, and that he’s the one pulling all the weight around here, I’ve done some signing of my own, so allow me to introduce, rather, reintroduce the newest acquistion to Kingdom of Pride.
As Morgan Jones turns around, he receives a brutal boot to his face, knocking him down to the mat. As Savio Romero now turns around, he takes a tire iron to his skull, falling to the mat as the large, dark man stands above him. Grinning, the man lifts up Morgan Jones before dropping him face first into the mat with the Code Of The Streets (Crucifix Facebuster)! Grinning over his fallen victim, Dru Tha Merc grabs Morgan Jones and places the tire iron on the ground before hitting a Bay Area Chokeslam (Chokeslam) onto the tire iron on Morgan Jones!
Jeremy Sterling: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the Kingdom of Pride, Dru Tha Merc!
Grinning, Dru Tha Merc exit’s the ring, his return to the Kingdom of Pride done sufficient to his wants as he made an incredible impact.
Keith Oswalt: Jeremy Sterling makes a statement to Kurt Noble’s recently signed talent as he brings back The Gangster himself, Dru Tha Merc!
Eric Witz: Sucks to be Morgan Jones or Savio Romero, but at least it wasn’t the Krieg this time. At least Dru Tha Merc has some resemblance to a conscious.
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:13:56 GMT -5
Outside of the arena, Weasel and Gronk are making obscene gestures to paying Kingdom of Pride fans. Weasel points to a teenage girl and looks at her father, making the hand gesture of a blowjob. The father gasps and covers the daughter’s eyes as they rush away from the two men who seem to have made the Kingdom of Pride arena home. Weasel turns to high five Gronk, but instead is greeted by Nicole Morera.
Weasel: Okay, just who the fuck are you, sugartits?
Morera gasps, offended by the lewdness and lack of shame displayed by the man called Weasel. She angrily taps her foot and stares a hole through the angry hobo.
Nicole Morera: I’m Nicole Morera…
Weasel stares blankly, the name meaning nothing to him.
Nicole Morera: The psychiatric evaluator for this company…
Weasel still doesn’t catch on.
Nicole Morera: Someone who could have you removed from the premises immediately.
Weasel: Look, I’m sure you’re a nice girl…but unless you’re going to let me and Gronk Eiffle Tower you behind the dumpster, I don’t give a shit who you are.
Nicole Morera: Mister Sterling issued a statement about loitering and harassment…why do I feel as if you had something to do with that?
Weasel shrugs and nonchalantly flips off a passing five year old.
Weasel: Probably because you’re a judgmental bitch who thinks that homeless people don’t have rights? You voted Republican, didn’t you, cunt? Now, I hate to be ‘that guy’…but I don’t listen to women bitch and whine unless I’m getting some afterwards…
Weasel looks Nicole up and down.
Weasel: But you look like one of those university types who hasn’t come to the realization that all women are WHORES. I DON’T CARE WHAT KIND OF DEGREE YOU HAVE, WOMAN. I PROBABLY FUCKED YOUR MOM IN THE LINCOLN BEDROOM WHILE I WAS STAYING AS A DISTINGUISHED GUEST OF MILLARD FILLMORE. Ain’t that right, Gronk? SO, UNLESS YOU’RE GOING TO USE THOSE BABYDOLL POUTY LIPS TO GET ME OFF, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE AND LET ME GO BACK TO ANNOYING THESE JUDGMENTAL PRICK CUSTOMERS!
Nicole scowls at the insults and takes out her notepad.
Nicole Morera: It’s a good thing that neither of you are up for evaluation tonight. I highly doubt Mr. Noble would like a volatile loudmouth with delusions of grandeur and a mute moron on his roster. I’m getting out of here…I’ve got a lot of evaluations to completely tonight and I don’t have time for this petty harassment crap.
Weasel: Psych evaluations? And only one owner is overseeing them? I’m just a casual fucking observer of this place and even I can tell that something smells fishy around here.
Weasel sniffs the air towards Nicole and Gronk follows his lead. Gronk makes a disgusted face and point at Morera’s crotch. Nicole gets flustered and storms away while Weasel howls of laughter.
Weasel: Wouldn’t surprise me, Gronk. A woman doesn’t get that much power without putting out to some real scumbags. Shame, though…she was probably a pretty girl once. Should’ve chosen to be with real men like us instead of whatever gym rats and paper jockeys she’s blowing these days.
Weasel shakes his head in disappointment.
Weasel: Come on, Gronk. For some reason, I’ve got a craving for a fish sandwich. Long John Silver’s tosses out the lunch leftovers in twenty minutes…
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:15:18 GMT -5
The camera switches back to the arena, as th next match is about to begin.
Keith Oswalt: Next up, we’ll be seeing the in-ring debut of Silence. This monster has appeared several times on Oblivion, targeting the comedic John Parker. Now, he’ll get to face one of Pride’s developmental teams in a 2-on-1 handicap match!
Eric Witz: Hopefully these kids fare better than that Mark guy did against Rich Hamilton…but let’s be honest. Aside from the Krieg, Silence is the most physically imposing member of the roster. These kids are screwed.
The Arena goes dark as the sound system begins to play the opening to Counting Bodies. Smoke fills the entrance ramp as lights flash through it creating shadows.
Ike Rose: Now approaching the ring, weighing in at an astounding 325 pounds and hailing from Parts Unknown…he is accompanied by The Voice and he is…SILENCE!
As the song picks up Silence emerges from the smoke with The Voice walking behind him. The crowd jeers as Silence walks slowly to the ring with his head down. He pulls himself up on the apron and steps over the rope while The Voice walks around the ring, waiting in Silence’s corner. Silence turns and wait’s for his opponent.
Eric Witz: …that is one gigantic man. I take back what I said earlier, these luchador kids aren’t screwed…they’re dead already.
“Tiempo” by Jarabe de Palo begins to play, drawing a modest pop from the fans who are there to enjoy the new talent.
Ike Rose: And his opponents, weighing in at a combined 290 pounds, El Sandbago and The Deadline Bomber…they are the LAST MINUTE LUCHADORRRRRRRRRRS!
The song continues playing, but the team is nowhere to be seen. The crowd begins to murmur in confusion and the referee begins to take matters into his own hands. He begins to count the two men out.
1…2…3…4…5…Still nothing. Silence begins to look irritated as the Voice starts complaining. He can be heard asking the official loudly, “is this a joke?!”
…6…7…8…And the luchadores appear! They sprint to the ring in an attempt to beat the referee’s count! …9…! El Sandbago trips, causing the fans to gasp and putting the match in jeopardy! Luckily, The Deadline Bomber slides in to break the count at the last second!
Eric Witz: And finally we’re underway…it’s not often that you see developmental guys take their sweet time to get to the ring. Most of them are ready to show up and get their asses kicked.
Keith Oswalt: Well, they are called the Last Minute Luchadores…maybe it’s part of their shtick?
Eric Witz: Well, their shtick is retarded.
Annoyed by having to wait, Silence begins immediately pummeling the Deadline Bomber with right hands. He irish whips the luchadore into the turnbuckle. The Bomber hits the corner chest-first and bounces backwards into the awaiting arms of Silence. The behemoth lifts the smaller opponent into a military press with ease. Silence turns around to see El Sandbago making his way to his feet. With a three step running start, Silence effortlessly tosses the Bomber into his partner. As both men writhe in pain in the entrance isle, the crowd begins to boo the bully-like antics of the monster. While Silence shows no outward emotion, the Voice merely laughs as the referee begins to count the luchadores out…again.
Keith Oswalt: It appears that the Last Minute Luchadores are having a bit of trouble keeping this match in the ring.
Eric Witz: Gee, you think? That Sandguy has spent more time on his back than your little sister on prom night.
The referee gets to six before both of the Luchadores slide into the ring. They attempt to come at Silence from both angles, using the numbers advantage. However, Silence is so big that he takes them both down with a double clothesline. He grabs them both by the hair and lifts them to their feet. He nonchalantly tosses the Deadline Bomber out of the ring again and lifts El Sandbago onto his shoulders to attempt the Silent Shot (Joker Driver) and end the match quickly. However, due to the size disadvantage, Silence has trouble hooking his opponent’s legs. This allows the Bomber to get to the apron and springboard into the ring with a missile dropkick to Silence’s knee! The giant goes to one knee, with El Sandbago still on his shoulders.
Keith Oswalt: That’s the first offensive move of the matchup for the Luchadores…I guess you have to start somewhere!
Sandbago points to the sky and gives a crowd rallying scream. He spins on Silence’s shoulders and spikes the giant’s head into the canvas with a spike head scissor takedown! The Voice begins scolding Silence for his hesitation as the crowd begins to chant for the smaller opponents. The clock-challenged cruiserweights ascend two opposite turnbuckles, much to the crowd’s delight. As The Voice tries to warn his client, the Bomb leaps off with a hellacious 450 splash to the downed behemoth! Almost instantly, El Sandbago drops a top rope guillotine legdrop across the beast’s throat! They go for a simultaneous cover…
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and Silence tosses them both off!
Keith Oswalt: Amazing display of power and resilience by Silence! He just took two moves that could potentially put any man on this roster away and managed to kick out before the referee could even count to two!
Eric Witz: And I thought the Krieg were the worst no sellers in the business. Are you kidding me?
The Voice laughs as Silence stands up and begins leveling the two opponents with powerful clotheslines. Each Luchadore eats three apiece before staying down for good. Silence reaches down and pulls the Deadline Bomber to his feet before latching a strong right hand around the masked warrior’s throat. He lifts the Bomber into the air before dropping him with a high angled chokeslam that lands right on top of El Sandbago. As the two men writhe in pain, The Voice urges his monster to continue his onslaught.
Eric Witz: Okay, I’m no expert…but wouldn’t it be smart to pin one of the opponents and end this match now before risking a potentially embarrassing loss?
Keith Oswalt: The Voice doesn’t seem to think so.
Eric Witz: Well, maybe that’s why he’s called the Voice instead of the Brain. If I were controlling this giant bastard, he’d be pinning The Sand Bomber or whatever that kid’s name is.
Silence stalks his opponents as the crowd begins to boo his callous demeanor. El Sandbago is the first to his feet. Silence kicks the smaller man in the gut and locks him into a double underhook position. As he starts to suplex the luchadore, the Deadline Bomber manages to kip up and connect with a spinning heel kick to Silence’s gut! El Sandbago falls on top of Silence as the referee begins to count!
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Silence literally presses El Sandbago off with such force that he falls out of the ring. As the Voice gets in a stomp or two on Sandbago, an annoyed Silence sets his sights to The Deadline Bomber!
Keith Oswalt: We almost had an upset victory! The Luchadores were 1/8 of a second away from scoring their first win in Pride!
Eric Witz And had Silence pinned them 45 seconds ago, that wouldn’t have even happened.
The Bomber and Silence square off, with the imposing figure of the Silence causing the luchadore to back away tentatively. Silence charges forward with a clothesline attempt, but Bomber rolls under it and kips back up to his feet with ease. Silence turns around, unhappy with his strike being dodged. He attempts to kick Bomber’s head off of his shoulders, but the Bomber does a matrix duck to avoid the big boot! The crowd begins to pop for Bomber’s bob and weave tactics, until the Voice grabs his ankle and trips him up! The boos begin to rain down as Silence looms over the fallen Deadline Bomber.
Keith Oswalt: Just a cheap move by the Voice…let the kid have a chance!
Eric Witz: Cheap move? All I see is a man doing his job. You can’t fault him for that!
Before Silence can finish the Bomber, El Sandbago leaps off the top rope and connects with a heel kick that rocks the big man but doesn’t bring him down! Astonished and frustrated, Sandbago springs off the middle rope and connects with a stiff thrust kick to Silence’s head! The big man staggers, but still refuses to fall! The Deadline Bomber gets to his feet and the partners exchange a knowing glance. They springboard off opposite middle ropes at the same time and connect with dropkicks! Silence still refuses to fall!
Eric Witz: Oh, come on! Even Balraj would fall down there!
El Sandbago springs to the tope rope and leaps off…only to be turned inside out with a clothesline from Silence that causes the luchadore to backflip in mid air! As El Sandbago writhes on the canvas, The Deadline Bomber springboards from behind Silence and lands on the beast’s shoulders! He turns quickly and attempts to hurricanrana Silence to the mat, but Silence is able to grab a firm hold on him. Sneering, Silence lifts the Bomber up and tosses him to the canvas with a ring rattling Requiem (Bernard Bomb)! The Voice urges his client to pin The Deadline Bomber, which Silence does. With a large foot on the Bomber’s chest, the referee counts the pinfall.
Eric Witz: And that’s all folks…Pride’s developmental talent gets another mark in the loss column.
Keith Oswalt: But you’ve got to admit, these luchadores put up a valiant fight against this man nearly twice their size.
Eric Witz: And the Spartans put up a valiant fight against the Persians…they still died. The only difference is that this won’t be made into a crappy movie.
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Ike Rose: The winner of this match, with a time of 6 minutes and 2 seconds...Silence!
The crowd boo as Silence looks down smugly at the fallen Last Minute Luchadores. The Voice slides into the ring and nods his approval at the carnage that his monster caused.
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:15:41 GMT -5
Nicole Morera is sitting in her desk, after her little meeting with the Hobos. She looks outside, and sees the three gentlemen sitting out. She calls out to them.
Nicole Morera: First, could I have…Mr. John Parker?
After a few uncomfortable moments, John Parker walks in, and sits himself down in his chair, as Nicole stares at him.
Nicole Morera: I take it you know why you’re here.
John Parker: Once again…food. God, bitches need to do more openings than their mouths! Oh snap!
JDP goes for a high five, but Nicole does not seem amused.
Nicole Morera: Let me give you my ten second analysis of you, Mr. Parker. Judging by the way you so nonchalantly strolled into my office, you take this job, and life for that matter, with a grain of salt. You put little effort into bettering yourself, and prefer to use humor as a crutch. You constantly divert important subjects with jokes that only you find funny. You may be considered a general annoyance…and judging by the obvious way you’re staring at my breasts, you’re not concerned with that fact.
JDP snaps back into reality, looking at Nicole.
John Parker: FFS lady, you sure do talk. They should make an emote of you just blabbing on, and on, and…
Nicole Morera: Tell me, Mr. Parker…why should you keep your job? You clearly are physically abused on a weekly basis, so why is it important that you retain your employment?
John Parker: Simple lady…I do work. Like, that Silence fellow. He may have messed up my fahkin arm, but I’m gonna mess him up even more…but not with fists See, I’m gonna get him…to talk. I’m gonna make the mute talk.
Nicole seems a bit interested.
Nicole Morera:Go on.
John Parker: See bitch, if you fire me, it won’t happen. So…don’t fire me. I MAKE PRIDE THE BEST COMPANY EVER!
Nicole smiles half-heartedly, and writes down something.
Nicole Morera: Alright Mr. Parker…you keep your job. Please go take a seat outside.
John leaves, as the scene goes back to the ring…
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:16:01 GMT -5
The camera switches back to the ring, where Ike Rose is eagerly awaiting the next match-up.
Ike Rose: The following is a non-title singles match-up scheduled for one-fall!
Perfect Gentleman blasts over the PA system as boos from the crowd fill the arena. Claude walks onto the stage wearing a purple, velvet robe and holding the French flag on a 10 foot steel pole. He embraces the boos, raising his free hand in the air before lowering it again and walking down the ramp. As he walks down the ramp Claude waves the flag from side to side, spreading his culture across the arena. As Claude reaches the ring, he walks round, placing his flag by the commentary tables before running to the nearest steps and ascending into the ring. He takes off his robe and hands it to the ref. Claude stands in one corner of the ring looking somewhat relaxed with a large smirk on his face as he waits for the match to begin.
Ike Rose: Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, and hailing from Corniche, Marseille…Claude LeBatard!
Keith Oswalt: Here’s a kid that looks to have an endless amount of talent. The Kingdom picked up Mr. LeBatard after financial hardships over in our affiliate company, Alpha Championship Wrestling. An extravagant Frenchman, I’m sure Claude will add to the already prominent “spotlight” feeling we’re getting around here.
Eric Witz: Oh, don’t make it sound so bad that we’re picking up people with…you know, class. Someone is still bitter over The Legend, apparently…
"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 and dressed as a Panda, 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, as Claude eyes him suspiciously.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 185 pounds, and hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota…he is the Kingdom of Pride Syndicate Champion…Kid Flanagan!
Eric Witz: Is…is he in a freaking Panda suit?
Keith Oswalt: Our Syndicate Champion has always been known for his…abnormal wrestling antics. But it’s definitely proved effective in the past. Kid Flanagan gained a clear psychological advantage over Obscene last month, and after their skirmish last week, it’s clear that’s what he’s going for again.
Eric Witz: You’re looking a little too far into this Keith. I think he just wants to dress up like a Goddamn Panda.
Chris Owens rings the bell, and it’s clear Claude doesn’t know to handle this situation, as Kid Flanagan stares at him, his Panda eyes staring deep into the Frenchman’s soul. The two begin to circle about, and Claude looks hesitant to do anything at all as Kid moves in on him. Claude gets backed into a corner, and as Kid moves in to strike, Claude bails out of the ring! The crowd boos him, and Claude begins to yell “Zis iz ridiculous!” He turns his back to the ring, and as he does, Kid reaches over the ropes and grabs Claude by the hair, trying to pull him back into the ring! However, Claude fights out of it by jumping down, pulling Kid’s neck against the ropes! Kid stumbles backwards, and Claude rolls back into the ring, hitting a running elbow on Kid, sending him down to the canvas. Clause begins to stomp Kid’s face into the ring, before lifting him up. Claude then begins to show off some of his brawler skills, hitting Kid with a series of left and right hands. He pushes him into the corner, continuing the assault, before Irish Whipping Kid into the opposite turnbuckle. Kid slams off it, but as Claude goes to attack him, Kid rushes forward, and grabs Claude, dropping him with a spinebuster, and following it up with an array of punches, as Claude covers himself up from the horrible Panda fists!
Keith Oswalt: Claude is definitely feeling the intended effects of the Panda suit. It’s prevented him from taking a physical advantage over the smaller Kid Flanagan. You have to wonder how winning this match-up would play into the buzz surrounding our newest acquisition.
Eric Witz: Are you kidding me? This is awful to watch, like a one-way Furry molestation! Claude LeBatard is right to be freaking out right about now!
Kid continues his assault, but Chris Owens eventually pulls him off. Kid lifts up Claude, and hits him with a few chops, the massive panda hands sending Claude stumbling backwards. Kid pushes Claude off the ropes, and Irish Whips him, Claude ducks a clothesline, and rebounds with an enziguri on his own! Kid stumbles, and bounces off the ropes, right into a dropkick, sending him downward. Claude stands up, yelling “ Panda stupide” at him. Claude gets down, and locks in a Dragon Sleeper on Kid, his arms barely fitting around the Panda head. He begins to hit forearm shots on the chest of Kid, but they seem to be doing little. Kid begins to struggle out of the Dragon Sleeper, pulling himself up as he does. Kid finally pulls himself up, and elbows Claude in the face. Claude drops the hold, and Kid turns about, before slamming Claude with some big punches. He pushes Claude off the ropes, and grabs him, dropping Claude with a jumping cutter! Kid goes for a big Panda pinfall…
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Claude is barely able to weasel out of the pin, the Panda suit providing some extra weight for the pinfall. Kid lifts him up, and pushes Claude into the corner. Kid nails him with some knees, before backing up. He charges Claude, and jumps high into the air, hitting him with a Panda splash! Claude stumbles forward, and Kid grabs him, lifting him up for an F-5…but Claude wiggles off, and lands on the apron! He grabs Kid, and tries to lift him up for a suplex, but Kid hits a shot to his midsection. Kid moves back, and goes for a Kid Kick (Superkick), but the kick only hits Claude in the chest, sending him off the apron! He slams into the guard rail, and uses it for balance, as Kid hops up on the turnbuckle. Just as Claude looks up, Kid jumps off, and looks like flying Panda as he leaps towards Claude…but the Frenchman mvoes, and Kid slams into the guard rail, as an elderly man screams “THE CHINESE ARE ATTACKING!” The man faints in the crowd, and the crowd around him begins to laugh!
Keith Oswalt: Someone ought to help that poor man up. He literally looks like he’s about to die after that failed…Panda dive, or whatever you’d like to call it.
Eric Witz: “The Chinese are attacking”…I love it! This match is like a battle between the French and the Chinese!
Kid tries to pull himself up, holding his head feebly, but Claude comes over and slams Kid’s face into the steel rail, doing even more damage to Kid’s head. Claude then pulls him back, and Irish Whips Kid, who slams face first into the steel post! He groggily holds himself up, and Claude pushes him back into the ring. Claude then hops up on the turnbuckle, and takes position, before jumping off for a moonsault! His knees slam right into Kid’s face, nearly knocking him unconscious. Claude makes the pin…
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3-Kickout by Kid Flanagan!
Claude, ever the resilient one, locks in a sleeper hold on Kid, who struggles, barely aware of the move’s presence. He quickly begins to fade, a sign of the rigorous amount of punishment he’s taken. Chris Owens begins to check his hands, raising them up, but Kid doesn’t let it drop for a third time. He tries to pull himself up again, but Claude beats him to it by lifting Kid up, and going for Le Petite Floorte (Single Knee to Facebuster)…but Kid slides from behind him, and nails Claude with a jumping knee strike! Both men go down, and Chris Owens begins to make his count. At 5, both men are up, and begin to groggily throw punches at one another. Kid gains the advantage, as the crowd gets behind him. He pushes Claude against the ropes, and Irish Whips him. Claude rebounds, right into a clothesline from Kid. Claude gets up, only to be dropped with another. He gets up a third time…and Kid roars like a Panda, scaring Claude, who goes down, trying to avoid a clothesline!
Eric Witz: Only in the Kingdom of Pride can you hear a Panda roar and assume that it’s a normal everyday thing.
Keith Oswalt: Kid is gaining that list minute ferocity that’s made him so dangerous in the ring. Claude needs to be careful, as several opponents have lost to “Kid Wins” at this point.
Kid rushes forward, locking in a Da Tapper (Walls of Jericho) on Claude, but the Frenchman wiggles his way over, grabbing the ropes. However, Kid isn’t finished, as he goes into full Panda mode, grabbing Claude and biting him like he’s bamboo! Clause yells “Get zit off of me!”, but Chris Owens doesn’t seem to know what to do! He moves in, but gets barked at for his troubles! Kid then stands up, and lifts up Claude, going for the Kid Wins (FU). However, Claude slides off Kid's shoulders, and kicks him in the stomach.Claude then runs against the ropes, and nails Kid with a La Revolution (Temple Kick)! The might Kid Panda goes down, and Claude makes the pin...
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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 10 minutes and 33 seconds...Claude LeBatard!
Keith Oswalt: Wow! What an upset by the French rookie!
Eric Witz: Not sure about that. It did make me pretty happy...
Claude stands up, surprised at his own victory, and yanks his hand away when the referee tries to congratulate him. He exits the ring, as Kid tries to get up.
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:16:31 GMT -5
”Now, I am become Death. The destroyer of Worlds.” Eric Witz: Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me... Keith Oswalt: Just last week, these men suffered their first real loss in Pride after a malicious attack by an unknown monster…I’m honestly shocked to see them back so soon. The the words of Oppenheimer finish and the slow, melodic beat of “Reise Reise” 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 begins slowly clapping at the resilience of Kaja by showing her face just one week after an attack. The Krieg step into the ring and Kaja grabs a microphone.Kaja Reinhardt: As many of you saw last week, Der Krieg Maschinen have recently found themselves under attack by outside forces. We have attempted to hide this fact from public eye due to the repercussion that it might have on Kingdom of Pride. However, after the past week, it appears as if hiding these attacks is no longer an option. Eric Witz: …you think? Jeez, she’s a bright one. Keith Oswalt: Give her a break. It’s amazing that she’s even out here addressing the audience…in English no less. Kaja circles the ring, looking out into the audience in hopes of seeing the face of the attackers from last week.Kaja Reinhardt: I truly wish that I could stand here and announce my attacker’s name for the world to know. However, that is not an option because I am not sure who that man is. I do know that he is not working alone. Eric Witz: No shit…he had a girl with him. Kaja Reinhardt: The woman that accompanied him is Nadya Golikova. She was the woman who attacked me nearly a month ago and put the Krieg out of action for several weeks. However, she is not the only help that our attacker has. There is another man that I fear will soon show his face in Kingdom of Pride. This man is not like Josh Eagles, Christian Kane, or Kid Flanagan. He obeys no rules and only wants to harm those who stand in his way. Kaja places her left hand on Somba’s shoulders, then slowly drags it across Balraj’s back.Kaja Reinhardt: We stand in his way. I do not tell you this as a means of drawing interest, but as a warning. No wrestler, owner, or fan is safe while these people are stalking Der Maschinen. Hopefully, this matter will be resolved soon…but until our attackers are dealt with, it would be a smart idea to watch your back. The battle that will wage between my Maschinen and this Otbet will be brutal. So, I am merely letting the audience know that we may be beaten, but the spirit within the Maschinen lives and no petty, cowardly attack will silence that. Mr. Sterling, Mr. Noble…I am truly sorry for what we will subject your fans to if these attackers show their faces again. Kaja looks both of the Maschinen in the eyes and smirks.Kaja Reinhardt: But just know that next time these men strike…we will be ready. ”Reise Reise” begins to play once more as the Maschinen exit the ring. Before they head down the entrance way, the large attacker appears near the curtain. The one man exchanges piercing glares with Somba as Balraj and Kaja begin shouting at him. As quickly as he appears, the man sneaks off through the crowd and out the exit…leaving a confused Krieg standing in the entrance way as their music continues blasting through the arena. |
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:17:32 GMT -5
The scene switches to backstage, where Alex Avice is standing with a microphone in his hands. He appears to have recovered from the beatdown he took from Silence weeks ago.
Alex Avice: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I’d like to introduce longtime Kingdom of Pride member…Obscene.
The camera switches over, revealing a rather disgruntled looking Obscene.
Alex Avice: Thanks for joining me tonight Obscene.
Obscene: Yeah, sure.
Alex Avice: Now Obscene, the big thing on everyone’s mind is this three way battle between you, Legend, and Syndicate Champion Kid Flanagan. Two weeks ago, Legend claimed you were the one that attacked Kid Flanagan, but that turned out to be false. What do you have to say to that?
Obscene: How about a nice, big “I told you so.” Here’s the great thing about people, Alex…when you’re wrong, and they’re right, they never shut up about it. Turn the tables, and you don’t hear a peep from them. No one’s telling me “Oh, sorry we doubted you Obscene.” Or, “Oh Obscene, our bad at thinking you’re scum, when you’re really not.”
Alex Avice: Well, you did attack Kid Flanagan for a month solid…
Obscene glares at him.
Obscene: No seriously, whose side are you on? The point is that I was right about Legend. He shows up, expects the world to drop down and worship his hairless man chest, and hand him the Syndicate Championship. To that, I say…Hell no. I made it clear Legend’s a dick from the moment I met him at Death’s Desire. He thinks he’s a superstar, but this isn’t that kind of game. You can’t yell “cut” after you get your face smashed it. There’s no stunt doubles. No props. No shit, Sherlock.
Alex Avice: So you and Kid Flanagan seem to be against Legend, is that correct?
Obscene scoffs at such a comment.
Obscene: Alex, stop making stupid comments. You shouldn’t even be grouping me in the same sentence with Kid. We’re not even close to be in any sort of agreement, and him kicking me in the fucking face last week should be a pretty clear sign of that. For now, I’m not on anyone’s “side.” But, Kid Flanagan can relax for now…I’m not after him. I’m after Legend, and his hypocritical asswipe of a face.
Alex Avice: Meaning…?
Obscene: I’m done attacking Kid. In fact, I’m done attacking Legend for that matter. Legend just wants to promote himself, and Kid just wants to dress up like a fucking Panda. Let them roll around in their egos, while I…I take the Syndicate Championship. Kid got me once before, but that isn’t something that will repeat itself. Let it be known that Kid doesn’t deserve the Syndicate Championship, and at Winter Warfare, I don’t have the slightest problem with ripping it from his Goddamn hands. Now, if you’ll excuse me…I’ve got a fucking match to wrestle.
Obscene roughly walks past Avice, who then faces the camera.
Alex Avice: Uh…back to you guys…
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:17:57 GMT -5
The fans begin to boo as "Never Understand" by The Jesus and Mary Chain hits. Obscene walks out from behind the curtain shortly after, wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. Ignoring the fans and focusing his eyes on the ground below him, he walks down to the ring and then up the steps. He climbs into the ring and backs up into a corner, giving a sly nod to his small following of fans way back in the arena.
Ike Rose: The following match-up is a singles contest scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 190 pounds…Obscene!
The lights go out and the logo of S³ appears on the screen. As "Mama Said Knock You Out" by L.L. Cool J hits and the lights come back on Triple S is standing on the stage in his signature pose with his arms spread in the air. As he lowers his arms he then starts his walk to the ring. When he gets to the ring he poses again in the far corner and then waits for the match to begin.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 223 pounds...Shawn Stevens!
Keith Oswalt: Well there goes the bell and this match is under way! Obscene being a former Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion & Stevens being a former UWL World Champion, this should make for an interesting match!
Eric Witz: Indeed.
Keith Oswalt: Both men circling the ring just staring at one another, both men waiting for the other man to make the first move.
Obscene charges towards Stevens.
Keith Oswalt: Obscene’s fed up waiting about...WHOA! PELE KICK! Obscene was caught out of nowhere as he missed the clothes, Stevens looks to put this one away early!
1…
2…
KICK OUT!
Keith Oswalt: That could have been an early night for Obscene, great counter by Shawn Stevens.
Eric Witz: That could have been embarrassing for Obscene there, nobody want’s to lose to a pretty boy, especially under a few seconds!
Keith Oswalt: Stevens not letting up on Obscene as he applies a figure four leg lock!
Eric Witz: Does Stevens have a hair appointment to attend to or something!? What’s the big rush!
Keith Oswalt: He’s not a former World champion for nothing! He has the figure four locked in tight now; I don’t think Obscene was expecting this!
Stevens has the lock on for a good few minutes before Obscene manages to claw his way to the ropes. Stevens breaks the hold as Obscene rolls under the ropes to catch his breath as the ref starts to count.
Keith Oswalt: Smart move by Obscene there, he’s taking a few moments to recompose himself after an electrifying start to this match up!
Obscene teases the count out before jumping back in the ring.
Eric Witz: Round two, ding ding!
Stevens not messing about charges towards Obscene only to be caught in a fujiwara arm bar.
Keith Oswalt: Oh my god! Another submission, looks like Obscene wants to put this one to bed early as well!
Eric Witz: Don’t tell me he has a hair appointment as well?
Keith Oswalt: This isn’t looking good for Stevens, Obscene has the fujiwara arm bar locked in tight.
Eric Witz: Well at least the fans can’t complain, both men are giving them an action packed match, shame we can’t say that for all of Prides rosters…
Keith Oswalt: Stevens looking to get to the ropes but it seems a million miles from where he is right now.
Obscene has had the hold locked in for a good 5 minutes now. Each minute Steven has managed to pull himself closer to the ropes.
Keith Oswalt: How much longer can Stevens hold on for? The crowd are trying there all to give him some energy to feed off of!
Eric Witz: I think Stevens is going to tap!
Crowd: LET’S GO STEVENS *CLAP CLAP CLAP* LET’S GO STEVENS *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Keith Oswalt: Listen to this crowd!
Eric Witz: What?
Keith Oswalt: Listen to this crowd!
Eric Witz: What?
Keith Oswalt: Oh shut up! STEVENS HITS THE ROPES!
*Crowd pops*
The ref counts up to 4 before Obscene releases the hold. Obscene takes a step back as Stevens now on his knee trying to pull himself up with the ropes. Obscene races towards Stevens as he’s still on one knee trying to pull himself up.
Keith Oswalt: Enzuigiri! Obscene just nailed Stevens with an enzuigri!
Eric Witz: I don’t think Stevens has a clue what just hit him.
Keith Oswalt: Obscene now going for the cover!
1..
2..
KICK OUT!
Keith Oswalt: Stevens’s lives to fight another day!
Obscene picks Stevens up and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker leaving Stevens flat on his back. Obscene then drags Stevens over to the ropes.
Keith Oswalt: Obscene is eyeing up the top rope, I wonder what he has in mind!
Obscene climbs the top rope.
Keith Oswalt: Shooting star press!...He missed! Stevens moved! Stevens moved!
Eric Witz: That could have been it for Stevens had he not rolled out of the way. His hair dresser will be getting pretty impatient I would imagine.
After a few moments both men stagger back to their feet, Stevens being the first to rise starts hammering away at the back of Obscene head. Stevens kicks Obscene in the gut before hitting the ropes.
Keith Oswalt: What’s Stevens going for here? Diamond Fire! (Running Diamond cutter) But it’s reversed!
Obscene pushes Stevens who lands crashing to the floor. Obscene composes himself once again as he starts stomping away at Stevens. Obscene picks Stevens up. Obscene hooks the arms of Stevens as he’s looking for the Violator (Angels Wings.)
Keith Oswalt: It looks like he’s going for the Violater, this could finally be the end for Stevens!
Obscene goes for the move, and nails the hit on Stevens, driving him into the mat! After hitting this move, Obscene goes the cover on Shawn Stevens,
1...
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3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 11 minutes and 10 seconds, Obscene!
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:18:22 GMT -5
”Roundtable Domination” plays, and Storm walks out, looking as beastly as ever. He gets several sets of boos, before making his way to the ring.
Keith Oswalt: I think everyone in Pride can’t help but absolutely detest Storm right now. Tonight, it’s HIS manager that’s locked away people for a “Psychological Evaluation,” and last week, he was the one responsible for having Jaden Hunter removed from Pride!
Eric Witz: You don’t get to be as successful as Storm is without a little bit of arm twisting…or in Storm’s case, snapping someone’s arm off and clubbing them to death with it.[/i]
Storm gets into the ring, and quickly takes a microphone.
Storm: Let me get right to the point: Jaden Hunter is gone. He made himself my enemy, and I made him go away, simple as that. People think I’m some sort of dangerous animal, but under the guidance of Nicole Morera, I’ve become more thoughtful than ever. I see people for what they really are. I saw Jaden Hunter as the broken man that he was, and hence, he couldn’t stand up to me. In fact, no one has been able to face me since this company opened. At Return of the Kingdom, I went through the entire roster, and was *this* close to winning the Valiant Championship. I’m not one to be underestimated. Ever.
The crowd boos Storm, who just takes it in, glaring out into the stands.
Keith Oswalt: What’s the point of this? Just to stroke Storm’s ego?
Eric Witz: He’s doing quite a marvelous job, if I do say so myself.
Storm: However, in eliminating Jaden Hunter, I’ve left myself open for a match at Winter Warfare. I’m not here to issue a challenge, or call someone from the back…I’m here to state that there is no one back there able to defeat me. No one. No one in the Goddamn United States. No-
”Suddenly, Perfect Gentlemen” blasts through the speaker system. Storm's attention shifts, as Claude LeBatard walks through the curtain, an arrogant, smug look on his face.
Keith Oswalt: Oh Lord. I do hope Claude knows what he's doing. He may have upset the Syndicate Champion, but Storm is no one to mess around with.
Eric Witz: Well...it was nice knowing him...
Claude gets in the ring, and grabs a microphone, facing the enormous Storm.
Claude LeBatard: I muzt say...you Americans make me laugh. First, it was ze Panda zuit, and now, ze arrogant orage. I applaud ze effort.
Claude gives Storm a very arrogant clap, as Storm stares dumbfoundedly at the Frenchman.
Storm: No, seriously, who the fuck are you?
Claude LeBatard: In caze you haven't noticed, my name iz Claude LeBatard, and I have defeated this..."Syndicate Champion" of Pridez. I would say it iz impressive, no? I-
Storm: I'm about two seconds from pounding you to the ground if you don't tell me what you want.
Keith Oswalt: Claude is treading dangerous waters here, and Nicole Morera is not out here to save Claude...
Eric Witz: Run Claude, run...preferably about 3000 miles east...
Claude LeBatard: Poor Americans, alwaysz impatient to the mere minute. You have come out here, and claimed you you, Misure, cannot be beaten...but perhaps you Americans are notz zo tough. I have defeated your Syndicate Champion, and perhapz I can beat you, and do what the Irishman could not. How do you feel about that, Orage?
Storm seems quite amused, and he raises the microphone.
Storm: Sure Frenchy, I accept your-
Suddenly, Claude lunges forward, and kicks Storm in the stomach. He runs off the ropes, and goes for La Revolution, but Storm catches him with a Thunderbolt (Spear)! He begins to pound on Claude, but the Frenchman then grabs Storm, and begins to lock in a Guillotine Choke! Storm struggles free, and rolls out of the ring, as both he and Claude stare one another down.
Keith Oswalt: Oh God! It appears we may have met someone more fearless than Jaden Hunter!
Eric Witz: I've gotta give it to Frenchy...he's got balls. Looks like he and Storm will be facing off at Winter Warfare now!
The stares continue, as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:18:49 GMT -5
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 Sandstrøm 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 singles match, scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds, and hailing from Ontario, Canada…accompanied by Dani Sandstrøm…Christian Kane! Keith Oswalt: Tonight, Christian Kane is riding a wave of momentum like none other. Last week, he, with a little “Russian assistance,” defeated The Krieg…in a handicap match! Now, he’s got to survive Josh Eagles next handpicked opponent…Orge Lambart. Eric Witz: Seriously? Orge should be locked up with the rest of those freaks backstage! Let that psychiatrist lady handle him! "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 introducing his opponent, weighing in at 265 pounds, and hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…accompanied by S’ven…Orge Lambart! Chris Owens signals for the bell, and Christian Kane sizes up his grizzly opponent. He stares into his eyes, and Orge fakes a lunge forward, sending CK back into the corner. CK yells at Chris Owens to “fix his Freddy-Kruger skin,” but Chris Owens just looks reluctant to do anything. Suddenly, Orge moves in, and tries to grab CK, but CK moves out of the way. The moment he does, CK begins to lay into Orge with some kicks, but Orge eventually catches on and nails CK with a powerful shot to the jaw. Dani cheers for CK as he stumbles back, trying to gain his footing. Orge grabs him, and slams CK into a corner, before slamming him with an elbow to the face. Orge continues a brutal onslaught, wearing down CK with his aggressive fists. Orge backs CK against the ropes, and Irish Whips him, but CK ducks a clothesline and rebounds with a jumping forearm. It knocks Orge off balance, and as he stumbles back, Orge nails CK with a Big Boot! Keith Oswalt: Big powerhouse boot from Orge Lambart right there! CK needs to be careful here. A loss to The Beastmaster could wreck him. Eric Witz: I think just getting some of that raisin’s skin on you would be enough to wreck CK’s perfect skin complex… Keith Oswalt: You just scare me sometimes, you know that? CK rolls into a corner, trying to recompose himself, but Orge is quick on the attack as he lifts up CK. He Irish Whips CK, and goes for a clothesline, but CK ducks it and drops him with a neckbreaker! CK takes a moment to crack his neck, before lifting Orge to his feet, and pushing him into the corner. He hits some punches on Orge, but Orge reverses the hold, and shoves CK into the corner, before slamming him with a barrage of punches. To counteract it, CK reaches forward, and rakes Orge’s eyes…but ends up pulling off some of his skin! CK yells “OH SHIT!” and begins to freak out, before throwing the skin over the ropes, and onto Dani! She screams like no other, and begins to shake about. CK looks over at her, but the second he does, Orge clothesline him over the top rope! CK lands next to Dani, and Orge quickly follows him. Orge lifts up CK, and slams his head on the apron, before dragging him over near S’ven. Chris Owens begins to yell at S’ven, who is distracting him…but CK takes advantage of the situation. By turning his body, he uses his leg to low blow Orge, and then shoves him into S’ven! Both men go down, and CK takes a breather, before lifting up CK, and throwing him into the ring. Meanwhile, Dani runs over and kicks S’ven in the stomach, before throwing the Orge skin on him! Eric Witz: Oh cool, Dani is finally useful… Keith Oswalt: I can’t say I approve of these underhanded tactics by someone that has the chance of becoming the Valiant Champion. Last week, CK used questionable tactics to beat The Krieg, and now we’re seeing the same against Orge Lambart! Eric Witz: Hello? Last week it was a no disqualification match, and this week…well, Orge is just too damn weird not to cheat! CK begins to stomp on Orge, who still seems dazed after the low blow. He lifts up Orgebefore dropping him with a snapmare, followed by a dropkick to the back of the head. Orge rolls about, grabbing his head in pain, but CK continues to try and take advantage. He drags Orge to the ropes, and goes down, opening his mouth forcefully, and placing it on the ropes. He then curbstomps Orge into the ropes, causing him to spit out a bit of blood and flesh! CK drags Orge to the middle of the ring and pins him… 1… 2… Kickout by Orge! CK gets mad, and hops on Orge, pounding his fists into the Beastmaster. However…Orge fires back, spitting blood into CK’s face, freaking him out! The Canadian Sensation stands up, trying to feverishly wipe the blood off of him, and Orge reacts by grabbing CK, and slamming him down with a DDT! Orge then goes to the top rope, and looking down on CK, jumps off, going for the Death From Above…but CK moves, and Orge slams into the canvas! He spits out a tooth, and blood begins to seep from his mouth, CK gets up, barely manages to lift up Orge, and nails him with a SuperSexyKick (Superkick), sending Orge down! CK pins him… 1… 2… 3! Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 7 minutes and 25 seconds…Christian Kane! Keith Oswalt: CK did it! Wow, what a win by the Valiant contender. Eric Witz: He's the King of the freaking Free World, man! CK celebrates, and heads to the back. |
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:19:55 GMT -5
The scene switches back to Nicole’s office, where she’s ready to see the next “patient.”
Nicole Morera: Next is Mr…Stephen Callaway?
Callaway walks in, looking awkward as ever.
Nicole Morera: Now, I-
Stephen Callaway: I went to Yale you know.
Nicole Morera:…Excuse me? What does that have to do with this evaluation?
Stephen Callaway: Oh, nothing I guess. I didn’t even know go to Yale. Not sure where it even is. I just heard it, and it sounded cool, so I said it. I really want to keep my job.
Silence (the thing, not the wrestler!) fills the room. Nicole Morera looks down at her paper.
Nicole Morera: Um…alright. Anyway, it seems you check out on all counts. To be honest, I’m not even sure why you’re here.
Silence…again.
Stephen Callaway: So…can I go…?
Nicole Morera: Yes. I’d rather speak to the other one out there anyway…send him in.
Callaway gets up, and walks out…and moments later, in walks the disgruntled Johnny Noble. He sits down.
Nicole Morera: Now, Mr. Noble…
Johnny Noble: I’m not even going to let you finish that sentence. You and I both know that this, right here, in a load of nonsense. You were never going to evaluate the roster. Hell, you spoke to John for two minutes, and Callaway for thirty seconds. You know why this whole thing was set up? So you could fire me, and Kurt could walk away, leaving “old family secrets” dead and buried. Any of this sounding familiar?
Nicole Morera: I don’t know what you’re-
Johnny Noble: Of course you don’t. But I can see past my brother’s transparent motives, and I plan on getting even. You can it there, behind your wooden desk, and threaten me with being fired, or even being beaten down by your thoughtless monkey…but I know the truth, and I’m going to use it to get what I want. I want you to let my brother know that. Got it?
Nicole says nothing, and Johnny stands up, before exiting.
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:20:31 GMT -5
The camera switches to backstage, where Kurt Noble can be seen, looking more stressed out than usual in his office. After a few moments, a banging can be heard on the door.
Kurt Noble: Come in…
The door opens, and in walks Josh Eagles, eliciting a small pop from the crowd. Noble seems a bit disgruntled to see Eagles, but the feeling is obviously mutual.
Kurt Noble: Just the person I needed to see. Sit down Josh.
Josh Eagles: I’ll stand, thanks.
Noble seems a bit peeved, but tries not to show it on his face.
Kurt Noble: Fine. Josh, I’m sure you know why I’ve called you in here. You need to explain to me why exactly I’m getting threatening e-mails, phone calls, and messages from UWL fans about your little incident at their 5th Year Celebration. Explain it to me Josh, because I don’t quite understand it myself.
Josh Eagles: Weren’t you watching your own show last week Kurt? I made it perfectly clear: UWL disrespected me. They treated me with disrespect after personally inviting me to their show. I’m Josh Eagles. I was involved with UWL for years, even winning the World Title a few times. I’m NOT someone to be disrespected…but you’re missing the bigger picture here Kurt….
Eagles leans over Noble’s table, getting eye to eye with his boss.
Josh Eagles: They didn’t just disrespect me…they disrespected The Kingdom of Pride. They took me, your Champion, and treated me like I was nothing more than a common punk. This isn’t about me Kurt….it’s about respecting the integrity of this company. UWL doesn’t respect us, and that needs to change…Now.
With a sigh, Noble runs his hands through his hair, and then chuckles a bit.
Kurt Noble: Are you out of your mind Josh? Have YOU not been paying attention? I’m in no position to “earn UWL’s respect.” Right now, I’m dealing with a co-owner that has no idea what the Hell he’s doing with his own company. I’m preparing this place for the future, meaning hiring’s, firing ineffective talent, traveling, and a whole other mess of things. You think inciting bad press is good for this company? As Champion, you should know that!
Josh Eagles: Yeah, because you clearly care about bad publicity, having locked all your enemies in a crazy room together…
Noble scowls, and stands up, meeting Eagles eye to eye.
Kurt Noble: You know, people don’t seem to appreciate all the work I put into this place. I’m trying to make you, and everyone else here safer. Is that a problem Josh? Would you like to go join Ms. Morera?
Eagles smirks, clearly seeing through Noble’s façade. Noble sighs.
Kurt Noble: Look…I’ll clean up the mess you made, while you get this war with UWL nonsense out of your head. I’ll be meeting with Stu Floyd soon to sort this out, and hopefully end this whole thing. I need you to be on my side for this Josh…don’t make me your enemy.
Josh Eagles: Kurt…if you ignore the chance to make Pride, and wrestling history, you’re going to have a lot worse enemies than me.
The two stare off for a moment, before Eagles exiting the room. Noble looks as his phone, as the camera switches out to the ring…
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:21:07 GMT -5
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 contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 295 pounds, Storm!
All of the lights in the Arena go dark as one single spotlight shines in front of the entrance curtain. As “Not Going Away” by Ozzy Osbourne begins to start up, Rich Hamilton appears out of the curtain and steps into the vicinity of the spotlight. Rich looks around and scans the crowd a bit. The crowd is booing loudly as Rich Hamilton arrogantly walks to the ringside area. Rich walks up the ring steps slowly and then enters the ring via the middle rope. He quickly runs up to the middle rope of the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms above his head. He flips off the crowd before jumping down and running the ropes a bit.
Ike Rose: And the opponent, residing in Manhattan, New York, weighing in at 210 pounds, Richard Hamilton!
The guitar riff at the start of 'Remedy' by Cold plays and he steps through the curtain he has as an entrance attire of a black coat. He stands at the top of the isle and makes a praying style taunt with a mattitude V1 hand gesture (he has three fingers together with his nose in the middle of the first two before wiping his nose in a Rikishi style before walking with a strut to he ring (he thinks he's God he's gonna strut) Once in the ring he moves to the first corner he can be bothered walking to he then climbs to the middle turnbuckle and does the same V1 Prayer taunt
Ike Rose: And from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 234 pounds, Stephen Callaway!
A red carpet is rolled out all the way to the ring. 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. 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.
Ike Rose: And the final wrestler in this match, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 275 pounds, The Legend!
Keith Oswalt: Big match here as these four men try to make a statement and prove that they deserve to be in title contention.
Eric Witz: Hardly seems like a fair match, Storm’s obviously going to win, just look at the size of the man.
Keith Oswalt: You know, every time you endorse a wrestler, they always lose.
Eric Witz: Yeah, well, it’ll be different this time around.
Before the bell rings, as the referee is checking on Stephen Callaway, The Legend sprints across the ring and attacks Callaway, moving the ref out of the way in the process. Slamming him into the corner, Legend grabs the back of Callaway’s head and slams it into the turnbuckle before kicking him in the stomach. However, before he can do anything more, Storm grabs Legend from behind and drops him down on his back with a back drop suplex. Slamming Legend onto his upper back, Storm gets back up to his feet, but as he does this, Richard Hamilton runs at Storm and hits him with a leaping leg lariat, taking Storm off of his feet!
After hitting the leg lariat, Rich goes for the cover on Storm,
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He is instantly jumped by Callaway, who pulls him up and begins to punch him repeatedly in the stomach before whipping him off to the ropes and as Rich runs back at Callaway, Callaway nails him with a roundhouse kick, taking Rich off of his feet. After hitting this Callaway covers Rich,
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Legend breaks the cover up, pulling Callaway off of Rich and going for a cover himself,
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Callaway pulls Legend off of Rich, and the two begin to trade punches, before Legend finally gets the advantage after hitting a kick on Callaway. After doing this, he clubs Callaway’s back before putting him in a front headlock. From the front headlock Legend lifts Callaway up into a suplex position, however as he holds him here, Rich recovers from being attacked and bounces off of the ropes before hitting a running high knee to Legend’s face, forcing him to fall over, hitting Callaway with a suplex in the process.
Following up with this, Rich quickly turns behind him and sees Storm standing there stalking him. Running in to behead Richard, Storm charges, but at the last possible second, Rich ducks under Storm’s arm and when Storm turns around, Rich hit’s an arm drag on Storm. Quickly getting back to his feet, Rich sees Storm coming back at him and knocks Storm down with a dropkick! After taking Storm down, Rich quickly gets back to his feet and while Storm is on his knees, Rich charges towards him and nails him with a shining wizard! After driving his knee into Storm’s temple, Rich again gets up and runs at the ropes before jumping onto them and backflipping off of them, going for a lionsault on Storm, however instead of landing the move, Stephen Callaway catches Richard Hamilton and hits him with a modified version of the Thanks Malcolm (Facebuster)!
Eric Witz: There’s that angle! Callaway played Rich great there!
Keith Oswalt: That was incredible! Amazing move by Stephen Callaway there!
After hitting the move, Callaway quickly moves Rich off of Storm, however while he does this, Legend attacks Callaway, but instead of being able to beat down Callaway, Callaway fires back on Legend, hitting him with an elbow to the stomach before pushing him away and running at him and nailing him with a Snork (Spear)! Instead of going for a cover, however, Callaway lifts Legend back up off of the mat and close to the ropes lifts him up before dropping him over the ropes with the Always Have An Angle Slam (Angle Slam)!
Instantly after hitting the move, Callaway looks back at the slowly recovering Storm and as soon as Storm gets up to his feet, Callaway nails him with the Calsi Kick (Superkick)! Instantly falling to the ground, Callaway gets ready to go for a cover, but as he does so, Rich Hamilton nails Callaway with a high dropkick, dropping Callaway to the mat. Going for a cover, Rich covers Storm,
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NO! Storm kicks out!
Keith Oswalt: Amazing kick out by Storm! Maybe your prediction will come true for once!
Eric Witz: Don’t be snippy with me! Storm has this in the bag… I hope.
As Rich gets up, slamming the mat, Stephen Callaway locks him into a Calsmission! Holding this move locked in tight for a few seconds, Callaway finally throws Rich back over his head and allows Rich to land on the mat before Callaway quickly gets back up to his feet and climbs to the top rope and leaping backwards, hitting a moonsault on Storm! Hooking this into a cover, Callaway pins Storm,
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3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 8 minutes and 35 seconds, Stephen Callaway!
Keith Oswalt: Callaway wins! And you’re wrong, again!
Eric Witz: Damn it. This isn’t fair.
Keith Oswalt: Maybe you should start cheering for the person you want to lose, at least then you’d be happy.
Eric Witz: Shut up, Callaway got lucky, but I have to admit, that’s arguably the biggest win of his career so far.
Keith Oswalt: He’s definitely working his way up the rankings, especially with that win.
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:21:25 GMT -5
Walking backstage, Josh Eagles can be seen walking backstage, prepared for his upcoming match with Johnny Noble. As he is walking, Noble’s words are clear in his mind. As he is walking, Jeremy Sterling begins to talk to him, grabbing Josh’s attention and getting him to turn around and look at him.
Jeremy Sterling: Josh, I know Noble told you to leave the UWL business to him, but I’ll be honest. Kurt’s being a moron. UWL showed us absolutely no respect. I was in the company the night of the show, I heard all the jokes people made about you being at the show. They hated us. Noble has no idea what he’s talking about. You acted in the best interest of the company, and I respect that. You want to get involved with UWL? Then you have my full permission. Kurt can’t do anything without my consent, as far as your contract’s concerned. I made sure of that as soon as the Chris Hart fiasco went down, as I knew Kurt would try to use you to get back at me for firing his friend.
Pausing for a moment, Josh Eagles looks at Jeremy, knowing better than to infuriate his boss, but also feeling a bit of betrayal as Jeremy mentions the firing of his friend, Chris Hart. Speaking solemnly, Eagles thanks Jeremy.
Josh Eagles: Thank you Jeremy.
Jeremy Sterling: Now, go show everybody else just why you’re our champion and that you deserve to be carrying out company and defeat Noble’s brother. We’ll talk more later, for now, go prove that you’re the best KoP has to offer.
After saying this, both men walk off in different ways, Eagles ready to take on Noble, and Sterling happy to be counteracting Noble, yet again.
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Post by Jeremy Sterling on Nov 28, 2010 23:21:49 GMT -5
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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit! Introducing first, from Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds, Johnny Noble! "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 his opponent, from Oshawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is the current reigning Kingdom of Pride Valiant champion, Josh Eagles! Keith Oswalt: A huge main event is about to get underway as we are about to see if Josh Eagles can defeat his opponent much like Christian Kane did earlier against Orge Lambart. Eric Witz: I don’t think Eagles can beat Noble, the guy has been on an incredible streak as of late, especially considering his win over Jaden Hunter last week. Keith Oswalt: Johnny Noble’s arguably the best wrestler in Pride today, and he has a chance to prove that as he has the chance to defeat Josh Eagles. The bell rings and Josh Eagles and Johnny Noble begin to circle one another. Finally, the two engage in a lock up, but here Josh Eagles is able to take advantage as he puts Noble into a headlock. From the headlock, Eagles pulls him over with a headlock takeover. Hitting the ground, Noble quickly begins to get back up to his feet, and as he does this, he begins to elbow Eagles repeatedly in the stomach, from here he throws Eagles to the ropes. Bouncing off of the ropes, Eagles runs back, and as Noble moves towards him, Eagles leaps off of his feet and nails Johnny Noble with a spear! Covering Noble after hitting this move, Eagles hooks Noble’s leg, 1... Kick out! Getting up after unsuccessfully pinning Johnny Noble, Eagles pulls Noble up along with him and from here he kicks Noble in the stomach before getting behind him and putting him in a waist lock. From the waist lock, Eagles shows off his own power and lifts Noble up, but Noble doesn’t stay in the air long before pulling his weight down and running forward, dragging Eagles with him. Hitting the corner, Noble grabs the ropes while Eagles focuses on pulling Noble back. While Eagles is focused on this, Noble slams his elbow back and nails Eagles in the head with his elbow, forcing Eagles to back up. Turning around to look at Eagles, Noble sees Eagles sprinting towards him, Noble puts his feet up and nails Eagles with a big boot. Stumbling backwards, Noble sprints out towards Eagles and hits him with a vicious lariat! Flipping Eagles over with the incredible lariat, Johnny Noble grabs Eagles and hooks his leg, going for a cover on him, 1... Kick out! Keith Oswalt: Back to back quick kick outs, clearly neither man is willing to go down easy in this match. Eric Witz: Did you expect anything different? These are two of the best wrestlers in KoP, of course they won’t go down easy. CK sure did a great job in picking Eagles’s opponent. Following the kick out, Johnny Noble lifts Josh Eagles back to his feet before hitting him with a European uppercut, making him stumble backwards. After hitting this Noble kicks Eagles in the stomach before wrapping his arm around his head and lifting him up off of the ground, holding him above his head in a suplex position. Keeping him held above his head for several seconds, Johnny Noble suddenly falls back and slams Eagles, hitting him with a stalling suplex. After having done this, Noble grins as he gets back to his feet before looking where Eagles is, roughly five feet from the corner. Grinning Noble ascends to the second rope before leaping off the second rope and hitting Eagles with an elbow drop! Following up after hitting the elbow drop, Noble covers Eagles, 1... 2... Kick out! Slamming the mat after seeing Eagles kick out, Noble gets up to his feet, lifting Eagles up with him. Here he butterflies Eagles’s arms. After hooking the arms, Eagles leaps up and slams Eagles down onto his head with a double underhook DDT! Instead of instantly going for a cover on Eagles though, Noble backs away from him and grins, taunting him to sit up. As Eagles begins to sit up and gets to his knees, Eagles sprints towards him, and as he goes for a shining wizard, Eagles slams back to the mat, letting Noble hit the ropes as he gets up to his feet. Standing behind Noble, Eagles leaps up and hooks Noble’s shoulders before driving down and hitting Noble with a lung blower! Getting back to his feet as Noble bounces back up slowly and leans against the ropes, Eagles gets back to his feet, trying to shake off the effects of the beating he had taken. Waiting for Noble to turn back over, as soon as he does, Eagles musters up all of the strength in his body as he lifts Noble up onto his shoulders all before dropping Noble face first onto his knee with a huge Go 2 Sleep! Keith Oswalt: Good lord! He nearly cracked Noble’s skull open with that move! Eric Witz: No joke, that was pretty cool. Eagles is legit! Hooking Noble’s leg after hitting the huge move, Eagles pins Noble, 1... 2... Kick out! Slamming the mat, Eagles shakes his head as he gets back up to his feet, pulling Noble up along with him. As he does this, Eagles goes into a lock up with Noble, and Noble seems to get the advantage here, however Eagles switches his position, finally dropping down and hitting Noble with a jawbreaker! Stumbling back, Noble is hit by Eagles with a code breaker! Being nailed with this move, Noble bounces back slightly but before he can do anything, Josh Eagles pulls him down and drags him to the center of the ring before flipping him over and locking him into the Walls of Joshico (Lion Tamer)! Screaming out in pain as Josh Eagles drives his knees into Noble’s back, wrenching backwards. Finally, as Johnny Noble crawls towards the ropes, he screams out in pain before being forced to tap out, despite his reluctance. Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 16 minutes and 15 seconds… Before Ike Rose is able to finish his statement, Christian Kane pushes Ike Rose aside, kicking Eagles in the head. Grinning at his handiwork, Christian Kane stays back, motioning his hands to the curtains. Finally, from behind the curtains, Richard Hamilton runs out, and he slides into the ring as Christian Kane holds Eagles up and Hamilton begins to punch him. Finally, Christian Kane slams him down with a full nelson slam. Grinning at Hamilton, Christian Kane tells Rich to pick Eagles up. Following Christian’s commands, Richard lifts Eagles up and holds his arms behind him while Christian Kane nearly beheads Eagles as he nails him with a SuperSexyKick (Superkick)!
Just as Christian Kane is able to hit this move though, The Renaissance sprint into the ring. Looking guilty, Richard Hamilton and Christian Kane try to run away from Robbie Venom and Shawn Stevens, but as they are headed out, Richard Hamilton blocks Christian Kane, and refuses to let him out of the ring as Robbie Venom and Shawn Stevens grin at him. Attacking Christian Kane, the three take Christian down before stomping on him repeatedly. As they continuously beat him down, Shawn Stevens grins as he pulls a spike from boot!
Driving the spike down into Christian’s face, he grins as he busts Christian’s face open. As Shawn Stevens does this, he turns around to see Josh Eagles slowly beginning to rise up. Shaking his head at this notion, Shawn Stevens pounces on top of Josh Eagles, burying the point of the spike into Josh’s head as well, spilling blood over the ring apron. As Robbie Venom and Richard Hamilton help attack both men, Shawn Stevens finally finishes up as he stands up, screaming the words “We warned you Noble!” as Oblivion goes off the air.
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