Oblivion Results - 12.5.10

[Jeremy Sterling]

The show starts with the same three men standing in the ring that ended last weeks show; Rich Hamilton, Shawn Stevens and Robbie Venom. Robbie Venom is sitting on the far turnbuckle brooding with a bitter scowl on his face, Rich Hamilton is smirking and leaning casually against the ropes on the entrance side of the ring as Shawn Stevens grins and stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand. Stevens and Venom have the KoP Scramble championships around their waists as the crowd just boos the presence of the trio to start this edition of Oblivion.

Keith Oswalt: Welcome to Oblivion ladies and gentlemen! Last week these three brutally attacked Josh Eagles and Christian Kane, our upcoming main event for Winter Warfare, they better not have ruined that.

Eric Witz: I hope they did, these three were saying for weeks they wanted Noble to grant their wishes and they took some initiative to force the issue. I can't see it not working after last week.

Shawn Stevens raises the mic to his mouth but the boos of the crowd grow. He rolls his eyes and looks over his shoulder at Rich Hamilton who just shrugs casually.

Shawn Stevens: So a couple weeks ago you all loved Robbie and I, and now we're suddenly bad guys because of one week? I'm hurt people. We're hurt. This shouldn't have been something shocking or unforeseen. We were each brought here to be the ratings boost KoP needed, and it's seemingly worked in the favor of the Kingdom. Ratings have gone up, the profits are at an all time high, the competition level has grown just because we're here. And all we wanted was one thing in return. However after repeated attempts of asking the calm and rational way we were denied each and every time. We were left with no choice in the matter. So we talked with Rich and he's all about doing something controversial and well...you saw the fruits of that discussion last week.

Shawn Stevens passes the mic off to Rich Hamilton. Stevens leans against the corner as Hamilton takes center stage.

Rich Hamilton: It's as simple as this, we are easily the most paid people here. We are the most knowledgeable, the most illustrious, the most influential. Hell we are basically the top of the food chain around here or anywhere else we go. Promoters don't pay us to come in and wrestle, they pay us to come in and make things interesting. They want us to get people talking about their show and have those people wanting more. Well that's going to start tonight, because we're staying in this ring until some of our demands are met. I should say ALL of our demands, but let's not be greedy right guys? Not yet anyways....

All three men share a grin as the crowd starts a "You Suck" chant.

Keith Oswalt: I have to agree with the fans, I want to see the show going on.

Eric Witz: Hey this is good enough, we barely have to do anything and get paid. I wanna join their club if that's the benefits.

Rich Hamilton: I know. You all want to see some wrestling, but tonight it's taking a backseat to us. This is not Oblivion now, this is our show. While the owners go about their infighting, we might as well just set up some chairs here and relax, but not tonight.

Shawn Stevens jumps forward and grabs the mic from Rich. Rich steps back and motions for him to go ahead.

Shawn Stevens: I know you two are ready to go and I'm not in the mood to relax despite being given the night off. Tonight is just going to be our message for Noble.

Stevens motions for the camera man to come up close to him and get right by his face.

Shawn Stevens: Noble, we reasoned with you. We gave you chance after chance to see things our way but your ego wouldn't let you listen. So now the same ego that has caused so much damage in the past has unleashed this band of outlaws upon your Kingdom. You wouldn't give us what we wanted and in doing so have left us no choice but to take it by force. What we want we will take, and anybody who stands in our way will be broken down. So we will ask again and give the same reasons as before. Robbie and I want these Scramble titles activated tonight!

The crowd cheers for that but then switches back to booing as they realize who is now asking that.

Shawn Stevens: We will bring honor to the tag division as the best team in the world. Whether you allow it or not doesn't mean shit to us; however, you will reinstate the championships and make this official. Until you do that there will continue to be innocent victims. We don't care if it's some schmuck who just walked through the door or the goddamn Valiant Champion... until you begin to see things our way, people will be hurt. Look what happened last week. Granted I got a little overzealous on my revenge against CK but Eagles was one of those cases of happening to be the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Robbie Venom lifts his head up and slides down the turnbuckle into the ring. He walks over and takes the mic from Stevens.

Robbie Venom: So my question to you, Kurt - and Sterling as I know you're listening you moronic piece of crap - my question is how many careers will you allow your egos to end? Because I assure you nobody is safe. Believe us when we say it this time, we haven't even got started yet, and you don't want us to because if we do... we might just take this whole company from underneath you. I've done it before....do you really want to go down that path again?

Rich takes the mic from Robbie and pats him on the back.

Rich Hamilton: We are not the corrupted. The corrupted men are the ones who attempt to run this company between arguments. We are the plague that will rain down and cleanse this Kingdom for the better. We are the men that will haunt your nightmares. We are The ILLUMINATI!

Keith Oswalt: I don't care what you are get out of the ring!

Eric Witz: I kinda like them.

The scene fades to commercial.

[Jeremy Sterling]

“Gardenia” by Kyuss hits the sound system. The intro guitar solo builds up, and Esix Cordero slaps aside the curtain, followed closely by his manager Skeeter Butts. His face is concealed by a red towel which is draped over his head. He saunters down towards the ring – eyes locked to the ground. He then climbs the stairs and enters the ring, bouncing and pumping himself up for the match.

Ike Rose: Before the following contest is to begin, I have received word that Stuart Cage will not be able to participate in the match as advertised. Due to this, the match has been changed to a singles match with a 10 minute time limit. Introducing first, weighing in at 170 pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona, Esix Cordero!

"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, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 265 pounds, Orge Lambart!

Keith Oswalt: Looks to be a hard debut for Esix Cordero as he faces the monstrous Orge Lambart.

Eric Witz: From what I’ve seen of the guy, he’s definitely a fighter. I think he’ll be fine against Orge.

As the bell rings, Esix Cordero stares across the ring, glaring at Orge Lambart. Etching closer towards his opponent, Esix finally seems to have stirred Orge’s attention as Orge sprints across the ring and goes for a big boot, however Esix ducks underneath Orge’s boot and begins to deliver repeated kicks to Orge’s leg, trying to bring the bigger man down. Seeming to have little effect, Esix begins to deliver repeated punches to Esix back. Finally, Esix gives a big mid kick to Orge’s stomach, however this time Orge seems to predict Esix’s leg coming and grabs a hold of the foot. Spinning around, Orge gives a big right hand to Esix’s face. Knocking him back a few feet, Orge stays on top of Esix, clubbing him in the back.

Wrapping his arm around Esix’s neck, Orge clamps down hard before falling back, hitting Esix with a DDT. Driving Cordero’s head into the mat, Orge quickly flips him over to go for a cover on Esix,

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Kick out!

Esix refuses to stay down for long as Orge picks him back up off of the mat. Standing on their feet, Orge whips Esix to the ropes. Nailing a big boot on Esix, Esix falls to the mat as Orge stands above him, hitting him with a few boots before finally lifting him up to his feet again. However, as he does this, Esix delivers a few punches to Orge’s stomach, this time getting him to back away. Now charging towards Orge, Esix lifts Orge up off the ground and takes him down to the ground. Mounting on top of Orge, Esix begins to rip through Orge’s guard with several vicious fists and elbows.

Keith Oswalt: Brutal, brutal onslaught by Esix. His MMA experience is definitely showing here.

Eric Witz: It’s shining. Told you he’d be fine.

Keith Oswalt: Considering Orge’s size, I figured Esix wouldn’t be able to take him down, with what appeared to be ease.

Finally getting out of the mount, Esix backs down to Orge’s leg that he had previously kicked and worn down and locks Orge into a kneebar, further damaging Orge’s leg. Pulling back and attempting to force Orge to tap out. Refusing to do so instead, Orge digs his hands into the mat and grabs the bottom rope finally, forcing Esix to let go of his hold. Reluctantly letting go, Esix gets back up to his feet, waiting for Orge Lambart to get up as well. As Orge staggers up to his feet, Esix sits back and finally, as Orge is in the position Esix wanted him in Esix nails him with the Norris’s (Roundhouse kick to the temple)!

Dropping to the ground, Esix grins as he drags Orge to the center of the ring. Picking Orge up and locking him in a hold to where he can’t struggle, Esix begins to hit him with repeated elbows until finally the referee is forced to step in and determines that Orge has been knocked and can no longer continue after Esix Cordero hitting him with the Muerte.

Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 6 minutes and 13 seconds, by referee stoppage, Esix Cordero!

Keith Oswalt: Incredible debut for Esix Cordero as he puts down Orge Lambart, almost with ease.

Eric Witz: I see big things in store for this MMA native. He’s money, just watch.

[Jeremy Sterling]

***WOOOORD OOOOOF THEEEEE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK***

The scene opens to show Chris sitting down in front of a camera.

Chris: This workin m8?

Ken: Aye.

JDP: So then, Chris. What is your word of the week?

Chris: "SAHN". Can either mean ya lille kid. Like, "MY SAHN TOOK HIS FIRST STEPS THE OTHER DAY". Or sometimes it can simply mean anyone. Like, "WHAT YOU DOING SAHN? YOU GOING DAHN TO THE PAHB?".

Bob: Isn't there a variation on that?

Chris: Funny you should say that my sheep shagging m8. Cause you can also say "SAHNSHINE" in exactly the same way. Like, "WHAT YOU DOING SAHNSHINE? YOU GOING DAHN TAHN?". But perhaps the most important meaning is that big thing in the sky, and what comes from it. Like, "THERE ARE NO CLOUDS IN THE SKY SO YOU CAN SEE THE SAHN AND ALL THAT SAHNSHINE."

JDP: And if there was one sentance you could use to sum up everything you've taught?

Chris: Hmmmm. Perhaps..."BLADDY 'ELL SAHN THAT SAHN IS SO BRIGHT THAT AHM GUNNA HAVE TO GO BUY SOME SAHNGLASSES TO PROTECT MY SAHN'S EYES FROM THAT SAHNSHINE!"

Fade to black

JDP: And that was Chris' word of the week.

[Jeremy Sterling]

As Pride returns to the air, The Last Minute Luchadores are seen sliding into the ring at the count of nine, starting the match off between themselves and the team of Jerome and Jing, Spooks and Gooks.

Keith Oswalt: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Oblivion as we start the match off between Last Minute Luchadores and the debuting team of Spooks and Gooks.

Eric Witz: Are these two developmental teams?

Keith Oswalt: No, believe it or not, Spooks and Gooks, despite the atrociously offensive name, are an actual signed team.

Eric Witz: Interesting.

As the match begins, The Last Minute Luchadores both attack Spooks and Gooks, knocking them out of the ring. Grinning at the crowd, the two Luchadores quickly dive over the top rope onto Jerome and Jing, knocking them down to the ground. El Sandbago begins to beat on Jerome while The Deadline Bomber deals with Jing. Attacking them and keeping them grounded, the two Luchadores listen to the referee as he counts towards ten.

Lifting Jerome up off of the ground, El Sandbago hits him with an enziguri, knocking him back down to the mat as the referee hit’s a count of five. As El Sandbago continues to attack Jerome and keeping him mounted, The Deadline Bomber quickly snaps Jing off with a snap suplex, listening to the referee hit the count of seven. Grinning at his partner, the two continue to stay mounted on their opponents until they hear the referee count nine, where finally the two of them hop up and slide into the ring, followed closely by Jerome and Jing, who, unfortunately for them, are victims of The Last Minute Luchadores strategy and counted out.

Ike Rose: Here are your winners, at twenty three seconds, by count out, The Last Minute Luchadores!

As Jerome and Jing slide back into the ring, they begin to pounce on the two Luchadores, furious for their loss. After brutally assaulting the two, they shake their heads at each other before heading to the back, still upset that they were fooled by such a simple strategy.

Eric Witz: Well, I guess The Krieg aren’t going to have to worry about being the lesser tag team to them. They just lost to a developmental team.

Keith Oswalt: It was by count out, the Luchadores used the count out to their advantage.

Eric Witz: Eh, sounds like a smart plan to me.

Keith Oswalt: I, for one, would like to see Spooks and Gooks get another match to show that they can wrestle.

[Jeremy Sterling]

Backstage, Dru Tha Merc can be seen warming up for his later match-up against Johnny Noble. He begins to viciously punch a punching bag, the force of his fists nearly knocking the bag of its chain. The camera shifts to behind him, where Kurt Noble is standing, looking rather amused.

Kurt Noble: Impressive. I see Jeremy wasn’t at a total loss rehiring you Dru. Just as vicious as your cousin, it seems…

The mere mention of Lyn Dallins seems to make Dru’s blood boil, as he stops his punches, and turns towards Noble, a rather peeved look on his face.

Kurt Noble: Hit a sensitive chord? Don’t worry, I know what it’s like to have family issues…in fact, that’s actually why I wanted to talk to you…

Dru Tha Merc: Listen, boss, I don’t know if you any memo, but I work fo’ Jeremy Sterling, not so much yo punk bitch ass.

Kurt Noble: Actually Dru, you work for both of us, and we both sign your paychecks. So, I suggest you listen to me carefully. I assume you know my brother Johnny, the man you’re facing tonight?

Dru Tha Merc: Yeah. So?

Kurt Noble: Well, Johnny has done some digging in areas where he didn’t need to. Tonight, after your match with him, he plans to release some documents about me that don’t necessarily need to be released. So, I’m asking you to…well, make sure that doesn’t happen.

Dru Tha Merc: Why? You afraid the popo gonna bring you in for a cavity search?

It’s clear Noble’s patience is running thin in dealing with Dru.

Kurt Noble: Listen…it’s just that the public doesn’t need to know certain details. Everyone is so quick to deem me the “bad guy” in this company, but you have to realize the people opposing me…My own brother is willing to demean me on television, and my partner is willing to wreck this company will a war against the Universal Wrestling League. If we indeed face them, it’ll tear this company apart even further-

Dru Tha Merc: Chill, nigga. I didn’t ask for your biography. I’ll think about it.

Kurt Noble: Good. You had better. Now, I have a meeting to begin to prepare for…

Noble begins to walk away, but Dru stops him.

Dru Tha Merc: Kurt…if this fuckin’ war does happen, you know who I want.

Noble smiles, realizing he maybe have away to get through to the Merc.

Kurt Noble: You do this favor for me tonight…and maybe if this war happens, I can make that happen.

Noble exits, as Dru looks at the punching back, and strikes it viciously.

Keith Oswalt: Jesus Christ, Kurt has put a hit on his own flesh and blood! And who was Dru talking about?

Eric Witz: You know, stuff like this usually answers itself soon…

The scene fades out…

[Jeremy Sterling]

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 triple threat match, scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 190 pounds, and ailing from Monterrery, Mexico…Obscene!

Keith Oswalt: Obscene is just an oddity these days. After attacking Kid for a nonstop month, and butting heads with Legend, he just seems…tame, nowadays. Possibly ready to change his old ways?

Eric Witz: Yeah, we’ll see about that…

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, rasing 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 next, weighing in at 225 pounds, and hailing from Corniche, Marseille…Claude LeBatard!

Keith Oswalt: And here’s the Frenchman that’s getting all the attention. Last week, he defeated The Syndicate Champion, and then called out Storm…and attacked him! Pride’s resident Frenchman has definitely become one of the most “in your face” wrestler in the company!

Eric Witz: Yeah, not always a good thing…especially if you’re French. Might be some freaky sexual expression…

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.

As the song picks up Silence emerges from the smoke with The Voice walking behind him. 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.

Ike Rose: And finally, weighing in at 325 pounds…Silence!

Chris Owens signals for the bell, and all three men stare at one another, with the obvious eyes being on Silence. He stares at Obscene, and the two look like they’re going to lock-up, but Claude jumps Silence from behind, and begins to hammer on him, as Obscene reluctantly watches on. Claude gets in a few good shots, but Silence then grabs him by the throat, and hurls him across the ring! Obscene watches on, and Claude gets back up, but Silence grabs him again, and slams him down on the canvas. Silence is about to grab Claude again, but Obscene runs in, and slams him with a kick, saving Claude from a beatdown. Silence then grabs Obscene, and this time, Claude simply watches on! Silence hits some shots on Obscene, and Irish Whips him, before hitting Obscene with a boot. Claude then jumps in, taking Silence down with a neckbreaker. He goes to pin Silence already, but Obscene pulls him off. The two then get in one another’s face, arguing about the earlier attacking of Silence. Claude then pushes Obscene, and tries to go back to attacking Silence, but Obscene kicks him in the stomach, and begins to beat down on him. He Irish Whips Claude, but Claude reverses it, and nails Obscene with a dropkick off the rebound!

Obscene rolls away in pain, and as Claude gets up, he’s hit by Silence, as The Voice giddily yells in the background. Obscene gets up, and Silence uses Claude as a battering ram, hitting Obscene out of the ring! Silence then slams Claude with his enormous hands, He goes for a chop, but Claude ducks it, and slams the much bigger Silence with some hands of his own, before yelling “Fall, Géant!” Claude runs off the ropes, and ducks a clothesline, before slamming Silence with an incredible German suplex! Claude goes for the pin…

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Obscene breaks up the pin!

Keith Oswalt: Obscene isn’t happy about Claude selfishly allowing Silence to overtake him. If these two men want to have any chance of winning this match, they need to start working together…at least to eliminate Silence.

Eric Witz: Please. The French aren’t good at much. If you Google “French Military victories” it comes up as “French military defeats!”

Keith Oswalt: Funny. Nice to know what you put in on Google…

Claude gets up, and tries to explain what’s going on, but Obscene hits him with a fist, getting a mild applause from the crowd. Obscene lays into Claude with some chops, before Irish Whipping Claude. He catches Claude off the rebound, and spins him for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Claude spins out. Obscene then goes for a kick off the counter, but Claude runs, and bounces off the ropes…but runs right into an enziguri! Claude stumbles, and Obscene grabs him, throwing him out of the ring! Obscene quickly follows him, and The Voice yells at him, but Obscene shoves him to the ground! Obscene then grabs Claude, but the distraction gives Claude enough time to kick Obscene in the leg, and slam his head on the steel steps! He then throws Obscene into the ring, and gets on the turnbuckle, before jumping off for the Trebuchet (Moonsault)…but misses, as Obscene rolls out of the ring!

Both men appear groggy as they get up, but Claude musters up the strength to grab Obscene, and shove him into the corner. He begins to hit Obscene with some hands, before yelling “Stupid American!” He drags Obscene along the ropes, and Irish Whips him, but Obscene reverses it, and nails Claude with a Penetrator (Evenflow DDT)! He then yells “I’m Mexican, tirón!” Obscene then runs off the ropes, and nails Claude with a low dropkick as he tries to get up. Going off his momentum, Obscene hops up on the turnbuckle, and jumps off, hitting an uneven mmonsault on Claude as he stands up, for a pin…

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Kickout by Claude!

Keith Oswalt: Silence appears to have become a nonfactor in this quick-paced triple threat. Really great set of moonsaults by these two men.

Eric Witz: You know how you break Silence? By talking!

Obscene looks over at Silence, who is trying to get back in the ring, and runs at him, hitting Silence with a dropkick to send him off the apron! However, the distraction allows Claude to hit the Le Petite Floorte (Single Knee to Facebuster) on Obscene! He goes to pin Obscene, but Silence pulls Claue out of the ring, and nails him with a boot to the face! He then grabs Claude, and slams him roughly against the steel post! Silence, having taken care of Claude (much to The Voice’s desire), rolls back into the ring, and begins to nail Obscene with some hard hands as he gets up. He Irish Whips Obscene into a corner, and charges him, but Obscene run forward and kicks Silence’s leg low, causing him to hit his face on the turnbuckle! Silence stumbles about, and Obscene nails him with a Violator (Angel’s Wings). He pins Silence…

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Claude breaks up the pin! He lifts up Obscene, but Obscene breaks his grapple, and nails him with a jumping DDT! Suddenly, John Parker jumps through the crowd, and pushes down The Voice!

Keith Oswalt: John Parker is getting his revenge!

Eric Witz: Oh please. Silence barely touched him before!

JDP then kicks Voice, before looking in the ring. He rolls in, and Claude, who has taken out Obscene, looks at him, before being nailed with a kick by Silence! Silence turns towards JDP, who ducks a kick, and nails Silence with a kick to the groin! Silence makes no nose going down, and JDP appears upset, but instead he drags Claude over Silence...

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3!

Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 5 minutes and 44 seconds...Claude LeBatard!

Keith Oswalt: JDP screwed Silence...but I can't say he doesn't deserve it!

Eric Witz: Oh, that John!

Suddenly, JDP grabs a microphone, and stands over Silence.

John Parker: Oh, no, no, no. I ain't done, sahn. See, I'ma get you to talk. For fucks sake, you ain't no mute.

JDP gets down,,,and begins to tickle Silence, who just moves around, trying to swing at him. JDP ducks the swats, and continues his tickling spree.

Keith Oswalt: Well, this is...unusual. JDP is attempting to tickle Silence to make his stop...

Eric Witz: The dreaded tickle of doom. Only featured in the Kingdom of Pride, folks.

It doesn't work, and JDP drops the microphone by Silence's mouth. He then begins to to stomp on Silence's foot, the big man doesn't so much as grunt! JDP gets mad, and tries his final trick...giving Silence a twisted nipple! He begins to pull on it, and it looks like Silence may say something, but The Voice gets in the ring, and JDP exits promptly. The Voice checks on Silence, as he glares at JDP, who appears proud of himself.

Keith Oswalt: Certainly an innovative style, but you can't help but think this won't end well for John Parker.

Eric Witz: Does anything ever?

The scene fades out as JDP smiles.

[Jeremy Sterling]

Cutting backstage, Alex Avice can be seen standing in front of a Kingdom of Pride banner, joined by Rich Hamilton.

Alex Avice: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time my guest…

Rich Hamilton: No, get it right. I’m not your guest, you are my guest. I am a legend in the wrestling business. You honestly don’t deserve to be in my presence, so don’t you dare disrespect me by saying that I’m your guest. Do you understand me?

Mildly intimidated by the wrestler, Alex Avice nods before correcting himself.

Alex Avice: At this time, I am allowed to be in the presence of Rich Hamilton. Mr. Hamilton, last week we saw you…

Rich Hamilton: You saw me align with my associates, Shawn Stevens and Robbie Venom. Stevens and I have a long history with one another, it really should have been a no brainer that he would join me, but Venom? He’s slightly more new-school. He’s edgy though. He knows what he’s doing, and when he agreed with Shawn to join us, he made a genius decision. Otherwise, he’d be just like Christian Kane and Josh Eagles, beaten down by us.

Alex Avice: While that happened last week, I was actually going to reference your loss to…

Rich Hamilton: Shut up. Just stop right there. I did not lose. I was not pinned in that match. Hell, I’d argue that I did the most damage in that match. Stephen Callaway got lucky last week. He capitalized on a momentary distraction and pinned Storm, not I. So, don’t you dare say that I lost to that scum.

Alex Avice: Well, nonetheless you were involved in a match that Stephen Callaway won. That clearly couldn’t have been what you had hoped for, in fact, from what I’ve heard at the rumor mill, people are starting to say you aren’t as good as Callaway.

Rich Hamilton: Where did you say you heard that Avice? The rumor mill? Is that the only place you’ve heard that? Because I would bet that it is. Callaway better than I? That’s a joke. That man is nothing when compared to me. He, just like you and everybody else in this damn company, doesn’t even deserve to do my laundry.

Alex Avice: You sure are arrogant.

Rich Hamilton: The hell did you just say!?

Alex Avice: I said you are arrogant, you were defeated last week by Stephen Callaway, and now you have the gall to say he doesn’t deserve to do your laundry? Well, excuse me, but I don’t think you’re nearly as good as you think you are. In fact, I’d be willing to bet…

Sick of hearing Avice speak, Rich Hamilton allows his anger to overtake him and launches a fist into Avice’s jaw, knocking Avice to the ground. Taking the microphone from the fallen Avice, Rich looks into the camera.

Rich Hamilton: You think you’re better than me Callaway? You won a four way match, I guarantee, one on one, you’re nothing[/b] compared to me. At Winter Warfare, in two weeks, I want you in that ring Callaway. I want to prove to the world just why I am the Undisputed King of Wrestling.

Dropping the microphone onto the fallen Avice, Rich Hamilton smirks at the camera as he finally walks off.

[Jeremy Sterling]

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 275 pounds, The Legend!

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. 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 his opponent, weighing in at 234 pounds, from Sacramento, California, Stephen Callaway!

Keith Oswalt: Should be an explosive match between these two. Callaway’s coming off a major win over three other men, whereas Legend is desperately looking to bounce back.

Eric Witz: Have you no manners? You didn’t even introduce our guest commentator, Obscene!

Obscene: It’s no big deal. Thanks for introducing me Eric, it’s a pleasure to be out here.

Keith Oswalt: That’s definitely not the type of tone I was expecting, and to be honest, I’m not sure if I believe you’re sincere.

Obscene: Believe what you wish to believe, I’m just here to commentate on the match, so with that, let’s get started.

Circling the ring, the bell rings before Legend and Stephen Callaway engage in a collar and elbow lock up. Playing a test of strength, Legend is able to use his larger size to move Callaway around as he pleases. Finally Legends steps in close and tosses Callaway over his shoulders with a standard hip toss. Grabbing his back, Callaway gets back up to his feet and charges at Legend, but for his efforts he receives a huge Legend Hammer (polish hammer) for his efforts. Dropping down, Legend goes for a cover over Callaway,

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Callaway begins to get back up as he pushes Legend off of him, however as he does this Legend stands up and pulls Callaway to his feet. Firing upwards, Callaway hit’s a European uppercut on Legend, knocking him back. Recovering, Callaway backs away as Legend rushes at him. Going for a clothesline on Callaway, Callaway ducks under Legend’s lariat and instead catches Legend with a neckbreaker. Cracking Legend’s neck, Callaway gets back up onto his feet as Legend shortly follows. Walking towards Callaway in a daze, Callaway lifts Legend up before hitting him with an atomic drop. Backing away from Callaway, Legend stays still as Callaway now runs at him and nails him with a running big boot! Knocking Legend to the ground, Callaway drags Legend back to the center of the ring before grabbing his right leg up and flipping over it, bringing Legend’s leg with him, weakening the leg.

Keith Oswalt: Good plan for Callaway, take the legs out of the bigger man, and he’ll be able to dominate all day.

Obscene: It’s a sound strategy, Legend’s the bigger man, working over his leg will keep Legend from using his size as an advantage.

Eric Witz: Ugh, you two should just go make out somewhere, come on Legend! Kick Callaway’s ass!

After having hit the move on Legend’s leg, Callaway gets back up to his feet and delivers a few stomps to Legend while working his way over to Legend’s right leg. Grabbing Legend’s leg, Callaway delivers a few boots to it before sinking his hold in deep and flipping Legend over, putting him in a single leg Boston crab! Grunting in pain, Legend crawls his way towards the ropes, but just as he gets a fingertip away from the bottom rope, Callaway drags him back to the center of the ring. No longer having the energy in his body to crawl to the ropes again, Legend attempts to use his free leg to kick off Callaway, and he is finally able to put his leg under Callaway and pushes Callaway off of him, launching him to the ropes.

Feeling the effect in his leg, Legend puts little weight on his right leg as he gets back to his feet, gently massaging his leg, trying to get it to loosen up. Seeing Callaway get back to his feet and coming back towards him, Legend dodges Callaway’s lariat and stops immediately behind him. As Callaway turns around Legend kicks him in the stomach before quickly hooking his head and arms and lifting him up, slamming Callaway down into the mat with a brainbuster! Despite hitting the big move, Legend doesn’t bother going for a cover, instead he gets up and taunts his opponent.

Eric Witz: Huge brainbuster for Legend, look at that! That’s the look of a man who knows how to wrestle!

Keith Oswalt: He should be covering Legend, not gloating!

Obscene: Pinning would be the better idea for him, but in Legend’s defense, he’s finally starting to turn the tides, he has every reason to be celebrating.

Keith Oswalt: What are you talking about!? He should cover Callaway if he’s interested in winning! And judging by his win-loss record, the win is definitely something he needs!

As Legend taunts Callaway, Callaway begins to stir back up to his feet and when Legend turns around and sees Callaway getting back up, he lifts Callaway up off of the ground and spins around before connecting with a huge roaring elbow! However, not letting Callaway drop to the mat after hitting the move, Legend grabs him and hooks his head and arms, lifting him up into the air and holding him there. Holding Callaway with only a single arm, Legend uses his free arm to incite the crowd by constantly opening and closing his hand, taunting them. As he grins, Callaway begins to stir and attempts to strike down with knees, however he is unable to get free as Legend drops back, but instead of falling on his back and being hit with a suplex, Callaway is able to flip his body far enough so that he lands on his feet and Legend lands on his back alone.

Screaming at Legend to get up, as Legend gets up and spins around, Stephen Callaway kicks Legend in the stomach before hitting him with the Das Boot (Inverted Stomp Facebreaker)! Instantly after hitting this move on Legend, Legend bounces back and hit’s the mat, holding his face after being hit by the huge move.

Grinning after having hit that move, Stephen Callaway gets behind Legend and stalks him, signaling for him to get up. Slowly stirring to his feet, Legend uses the ropes to help him up, but as soon as he is on his feet and turns around, Stephen Callaway nails him in the jaw with the Calsi Kick (Super Kick)! Instantly after hitting this, Callaway covers Legend,

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 10 minutes and 15 seconds, Stephen Callaway!

Obscene: Big win for Callaway, as he goes two in a row.

Keith Oswalt: No comments on Legend losing?

Obscene: Perhaps he had an off night, it happens. He’s still a dangerous wrestler.

Keith Oswalt: Maybe you really have turned over a new leaf, thanks for joining in with us Obscene, your commentary was actually helpful.

Obscene: Thank you both for having me.

Eric Witz: THIS IS BULLSHIT! LEGEND GOT CHEATED!

[Jeremy Sterling]

Outside of the Kingdom of Pride arena, the Pissed off Hobos are laughing at something they found inside of a dumpster. Out of the corner of his eyes, Weasel spots a very militaristic looking man with a crew cut and a slender brunette by his side. He laughs and pats Gronk on the chest, gesturing towards the man.

Weasel: Ha, look at that stiff. He’s way too stern to have a beautiful girl like that. What do ya say we go work a little bit of our magic?

Gronk stares at his blankly.

Weasel: I knew you’d see it my way…

The hobos walk towards the man, waving to draw his attention. As he edges closer and closer, he begins one of his long winded rants.

Weasel: Wow, you’re built like a brick shithouse, aren’t you? Yeah, you. I know that the military wants you to be all you can be, but can’t you even be happy to have a fine piece of ass like that at your side? I haven’t seen a grumpy, stout bastard the size of you since William Taft. That was a fat motherfucker, though…you’re just stocky. Maybe it’s the haircut, though…adds to the whole small penis compensation look you’ve obviously got g---gaaaaaaaah!

As soon as Weasel gets within arm’s reach, the stocky man reaches out and grabs him by the throat. In a thick Russian accent, he begins questioning the derelict.

Boris Makarov: Where are they?

Weasel, choking and confused, manages to gasp out a response.

Weasel: Who the fuck are ‘they’?

Boris Makarov: The Germans. Where are they?

Weasel: I don’t….ahhhhhhhhh…I don’t know! Try the ring! Just let me g…

Boris drops Weasel, the hobo falling into the fetal position on the round. Makarov turns to Nadya Golikova and motions to her.

Boris Makarov: Let us go…we have a message to send.

They walk past the hobos, Makarov and Gronk starting each other down but not making a move to start an altercation. As soon as the Russians are out of earshot, Weasel gets to his feet and rubs his throbbing neck.

Weasel: Did you see that? He assaulted me! That’s no way for these meatheads to treat the public! We’re going to sue this fuckin’ company for everything its worth! But first…let’s get the Hell out of here before roid rage comes back…

[Jeremy Sterling]

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

Ike Rose: And now coming to the ring at a combined weight of 730 pounds, accompanied by Kaja Reinhardt…DER KRIEG MASCHINEN!

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 two giants get in the ring, ready for the match to begin.

Eric Witz: And now we get to see a squash match…

Keith Oswalt: Now come on, last week these Luchadores managed to put on a solid showing against Silence…

Eric Witz: And they lost…to one man. No way can they stand up to the Maschinen tonight.

Keith Oswalt: Well, I guess that remains to be seen.

“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 their 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. The Krieg stand silently in the ring, ready to demolish the masked opponents

Eric Witz: This crap again? Someone buy one of these guys a watch. Kurt Noble was more professional than this when he was doing lines off the PWF title!

Keith Oswalt: …Are you trying to get fired?

…6…7…8…And the luchadores appear! They sprint to the ring in an attempt to beat the referee’s count! …9…! The Deadline Bomber trips, causing the fans to gasp and putting the match in jeopardy! Luckily, El Sandbago slides in to break the count at the last second!

Eric Witz: And finally we’re underway…again…

Somba steps out of the ring, leaving Balraj to start against the smaller Sandbago. The luchadore extends his hand, hoping to have a respectful handshake before the match. In response to this, Balraj drops a gigantic palm down across the smaller man’s head, leveling him with a brain chop. The crowd groans as Sandbago collapses like a bag of sand. Balraj reaches down and grabs Sandbago by the throat, lifting the lifeless opponent to his feet. The giant lifts Sandbago over his head and tosses him several rows back into the crowd, sending a group of fans scattering.

Eric Witz: That’s why I love these Maschinen, Keith. They know what the fans want…and they give it to them.

Keith Owalt: I highly doubt the crowd wants a man being thrown at them like a javelin.

Eric Witz: Of course they do, Oswalt! When you were a little kid, didn’t you want to meet the wrestlers? Well, that’s what Balraj is giving these men a chance to do.

Due to the current status of Sandbago, the referee allows Deadline Bomber to take his place as the legal man. With a callus grunt, Balraj tags Somba and exits the ring…obviously done having his fun. Bomber bounces off the ropes and attempts to cross body Somba, but gets caught in the process. The Samoan walks around the ring, showing off his power to the crowd. At the command of Kaja, he drops the luchadore down with a front powerslam. Kaja orders the mercy killing and Somba complies, pulling the Bomber up into a double underhook position. With a guttural bellow, the Maschinen drops the Deadline Bomber with a Samoan Driver (Tiger Frosion) and makes the cover…

Eric Witz: Told ya so…

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Ike Rose: “Your winners by pinfall at a time of 25 seconds….DER KRIEG MASCHINEN!

Instead of “Reise Reise”…a bell is heard ringing and a pounding bass line begins to play. From the entrance way, the Russian Otbet emerges. Nadya Golikova, Boris Makarov, and Gahiji Irakoze tower over the nearby fans, wearing the fatigues of their respective armies. Makarov, the absent leader, raises a microphone to his mouth and addresses the Maschinen in a thick Russian accent.

Boris Makarov: You were warned, Maschinen. Months ago, after my accomplice Irakoze decimated both of you by himself, Nadya made our intentions very clear. The war that we are fighting, Krieg…Otbet…it does not belong in a smelly American gymnasium. By staying here, you not only blatantly ignored our request, but put these fans in danger.

The fans begin to boo loudly, drawing an angry glare from the stocky Russian.

Eric Witz: I mean, throwing opponents might be a little dangerous, but don’t you think this guy is embellishing?

Keith Oswalt: Something tells me he isn’t talking about gorilla press slams.

Boris Makarov: So, Maschinen…I will not ask you again, as I doubt your minds have changed. The Russian Otbet is here and you will pay. Next week, prepare for a war…and unlike our opponents tonight, we have the training to bring you down once and for all.

The Otbet music plays once more as the Russians leave. In the ring, the two Maschinen glare at their enemies as Kaja attempts to calm them in German.

[Jeremy Sterling]

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, with a briefcase in his hands. 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 match-up is a singles contest scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 230 pounds, and hailing from Ontario, Canada…Johnny Noble!

Keith Oswalt: Word backstage is that Johnny Noble, following this match-up, is preparing to release sensitive documents about owner Kurt Noble, his family past, and notes from his previous wrestling tenures in the Universal Wrestling League and Pro Wrestling FIRE. We can only assume that’s what’s in the briefcase.

Eric Witz: Someone arrest this Julian Assange wannabe! Or…accuse him of rape or something!

”New Wu” by The Raekwon, Method Man and Ghostface Killah begins to play as many of the fans in the attendance begin to make the sounds of the background chorus, chanting with the song, “Neewww Wwwuuuu!” Some fans begin to also boo as the song comes on and there, through the crowds begins to climb out Dru Tha Merc, sitting in a seat and looking at his watch, realizing that he’s on the clock.

Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W,
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu.
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in,
All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin.
Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do,
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu.
Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu.

Dru Tha Merc strolls through the crowd, cracking his knuckles and taking a grasp of his hat, pulling it off his head as he looks around, stealing a drink from some random person, drinking it empty and tossing the cup, filled with ice at some random person. He pulls himself over the guard rail and outside of the ring, looking around as he swats his hat against his thigh a few times.

Ike Rose: Making his way to the ring, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 297 pounds, Dru Tha Merc!

You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black du-rags
Ski masks is on, g-rags.
Nigga try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass.
You'll learn respect, burst when I ask,
Rhyme master busy, Rizzy on the subject.
Love Deck, thug buried, drug vest, snub sets, killing the most,
Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three boats.
Realers is killa, gangsta feel notes,
Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information.
Vivid vacation, deliberation moments,
Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything,
Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome.

Dru slides into the ring, the big brawler slapping his chest twice and pointing to the fans, motioning his fingers like a gun. He takes his hat and tosses it, Frisbee style to the fans before he cracks his neck twice, and gets ready for his match, the ref eyeing him suspiciously before patting him down. The ref pulls a black tire iron from the back of Dru's belt, and wags a finger at him. Dru shrugs, his face conveying that he could care less and waits for the bell to ring.

Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W,
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu.
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in,
All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin.
Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do,
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu.
Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu.

Ike Rose: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 297 pounds, and hailing from Tamp Bay, Florida…”The Gangstar” Dru Tha Merc!

Keith Oswalt: Dru makes his official return tonight, perhaps against the most appropriate challenger. Johnny Noble was Dru’s last opponent in Pride, and was responsible for his friend Chris Strike’s injury. Kurt Noble has instructed Dru to…well, deliver strong amount of harm to his brother. Jesus, rock and a hard place much?

Eric Witz: Kurt was right…Dru works for him too. He’d better do his duty, and cripple Kurt’s brother before he tries to release those documents!

Chris Owens signals for the bell, as Noble hands away the briefcase. Both men, familiar with the other’s style, stare each other down, and hesitantly go in for a lock-up. However, Noble moves behind Dru, and locks his hands around Dru’s waist, but Dru swings his elbow back, slamming Noble right in the face. Noble stumbles back, and Dru moves in, slamming Noble with an uppercut that nearly sends him out of the ring. Dru Irish Whips Noble off the ropes, and goes for a massive clothesline, but Noble slides under it. Dru turns around, but the much quicker Noble drills him with dropkick, sending him down. Noble moves in ferociously, hoping on top of Dru, attempting to ground him with fierce punches. Dru’s massive arms are able to block a fair portion of the shots, and he pushes Noble off. Ever resilient, Noble kicks Dru in the head as he tries to get up, and tries to Irish whips him…but Dru pulls Noble back, and drops him with spinning spinebuster! Dru stands up, and yells “Pussy gets on his back, bitch!” as Noble grabs his back in pain, and rolls out of the ring, landing on the mats outside.

Keith Oswalt: Jesus Christ! Dru may be the strongest man in the company! Not only did that spinebuster completely take the momentum out of Johnny Noble, but Dru’s words are surely going to take an effect as this match progresses.

Eric Witz: Hey, if Dru wants to trade words with a Noble brother, good luck to him. Noble can just complain to work’s comp that he was verbally abused by the big black man!

Dru rolls out of the ring, and grabs Noble, before lifting him up into the air, and spinning him around in an airplane spin, and dropping him face first onto the guard rail, before coming in and kneeing Noble right in the temple! Dru then picks up Noble, who is bleeding very slightly from the lip, and begins to punch him around, just looking amused as he does. He then grabs Noble, and slams him into the steel post, nearly knocking him unconscious. Dru grabs Noble, and throws him back into the ring, before grabbing Noble’s neck, and driving his massive elbow into his chin. He backs up, and drives his knee into Noble’s temple again, making the younger Noble brother writhe about in pain. Dru gets into the ring, as Chris Owens checks Noble, asking him if he wants to forfeit the match. Noble shakes his head groggily, spitting blood at Dru! Dru roughly pushes Chris Owens aside, and begins to hit a series of jabs on Noble, who eventually yells “Hit me again…asshole!” Dru smiles, and goes in for another shot, but Noble ducks, and begins to fire back with an assault, getting the crowd behind him!

Noble’s shots speed up, the Noble animalism fully being shown. Noble then hits an uppercut on Dru, before running off the ropes, and slamming into Dru…who doesn’t go down. Noble then looks down, and stomps on Dru’s foot, before grabbing him for a DDT…but Dru lifts Noble into the air. Noble begins to kick his feet wildly, but Dru brings him up on his shoulders, and drops Noblr with a hard Samoan Drop! Dru makes the pin…

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Keith Oswalt: It appears that Dru has taken Kurt up on his suggestion to dismantle Johnny…this has just been pure, aggressive wrestling. Noble is already bleeding from his mouth, and has a bruise on the side of his head from those shots to the side of the head!

Eric Witz: Hey, that match!...You know, black bruise, black man…

Keith Oswalt: Seriously Keith, it’s like you’ve never seen a black man before…

Noble’s body appears to be limp, but he tries to muster some strength, using the ropes to pull himself up. However, Dru is already up, and begins to push Noble into the ropes, just mocking the smaller man. He then uses the ropes to choke him, before driving his knee into Noble’s head, further injuring his focus. He lifts Noble up, and hits an uppercut on him, and Noble stumbles around the ring, barely able to hold himself up. Dru walks up to Noble, and pushes him off the ropes, before drilling him with a boot to the face! Noble goes down, and Dru goes down, trying to drop an elbow on him, but Noble rolls out of the way! Dru slowly gets up, and Noble desperately jumps forward, slamming his elbow into Dru’s face! Noble crawls into the corner, attempting to regroup, and Dru gets up quickly. He charges Noble, but Noble dropkicks Dru’s legs, sending him right down! The big man holds his leg, and as he tries to get up, Noble grabs him, and floors him with a reverse DDT!

Noble then begins to beat his chest in a war-like fashion, and the crowd chants “NOBLE!” as he does! Dru gets up, but the much quicker Noble begins to hit him with some hard chops, throwing “The Gangstar” off balance. Dru then pushes Noble away, and charges him, but Noble ducks, and nails Dru with an inverted backbreaker, which doesn’t quick send Dru down…but a chop block to the legs does! Dru still doesn’t go totally down, and tries to get up, but the quick thinking Noble nails him with a Shining Wizard! Dru falls down, and Noble, who is quite groggy, takes to the top rope, and flings himself off, nailing Dru with a moonsault! Noble makes a desperate pinfall…

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Keith Oswalt: You know who Johnny reminds me of with a perfect moonsault like that?

Eric Witz: HIS BROTHER! WE GET IT!

Both men struggle to get up, and as they do, they throw punches at one another. Noble gets in the advantage, hitting quicker and quicker shots on Dru. He pushes Dru against the ropes, and Irish Whips him, but Dru pulls Noble in, and locks in a Bearhug. Noble, fighting for his life almost, begins to punch Dru in the head, and grabs Dru's arm, falling, and locking in a Crippler Crossface! Dru struggles, and Johnny yells vehemently. Dru rolls over, and tries to lay on Noble, for a pin, but Noble turns it into a backslide...

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

Ike Rose: He did it!

Eric Witz: Oh boy...run Johnny!

Dru instantly stands up, and gets face to face with Noble, who looks ready to continue to finish the fight...but Dru smirks, and says "Bitch didn't pay me enough for this." Dru then heads out of the ring, leaving a relieved Johnny Noble to grab the briefcase and a microphone.

Johnny Noble: Tonight, I'm here to do exactly what I said I would do...release documents on Kurt Noble. See, for years you've all seen wrestle, seen him fight...but I'm not sure you've seen the real Kurt, the one I've known since I've been alive. Allow me to read you a few things about "The Common Man"...

Johnny opens the briefcase, and pulls out a few pieces of paper. He begins to read through them.

Johnny Noble: "Kurtis Parker, also known as Kurt Noble in his profession, has stated that vegetarians should 'roll over and die while being fed bacon.' Kurt Noble considers the Fleur De Lis insignia to be more representative of himself than of the New Orleans Saint. Kurt Nobe has admitted to being a painkiller addict in the past..."

Eric Witz: Okay...so Kurt hates vegetarians, and doesn't like the Saints. Wow, big details. Besides, we all know about the painkiller incidents!

Keith Oswalt: Keep listening Eric...

Johnny Noble: "In 2008, Kurt Noble's company, The Quixotic Wrestling League, folded because Kurt was under scrutiny by the IRS for possible tax evasion. While spending time at Saint River'as Rehabilitation Center, Kurt Noble was involved in a scandalous relationship with one of the nurses, who cannot now find a job due to her involvement with a patient. Kurt Noble feels Jay Jefferson 'runs UWL like he's asleep at the wheel.' When Kurt Noble's father became sick, before he began wrestling, Kurt-"

Kurt Noble: YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH JOHNNY!

Kurt runs through the curtains, his face bloodshot red. Johnny looks at him, the resentment between these two brothers coming full force.

Kurt Noble: How DARE you. How DARE you release information like that. I warned you Johnny..I warned you to stop this., I warned you to leave my business alone, but you couldn't do that. I've given you so many chances to wash your hands clean of this mess, but you've fought me every step of the way. You've left me with no choice...I'm sorry brother.

Noble nods, and suddenly, the lights go out...and when they come back on, Orge Lambart is in the ring with Johnny!

Keith Oswalt: Turn around Johnny!!!

Johnny turns, and as he does, Orge blows fire at his face...but it merely ends up hitting the documents, burning them to pieces! Moving lightening quick, Johnny moves in, and tackles Orge to the ground, before hammering on him , fighting for his life! He then begins to choke Orge, who is attempting to spit more fire. Orge then begins to cough rampantly, and Noble loicks in the Crippler Crossface! Orge's face begins to bleed from the move, and Noble yells, as the blood covers his hands and chest. He finally releases the move, and Orge lays in a pool of his own blood. Johnny looks at the destroyed documents, and back at the ramp, where his brother has left.

Keith Oswalt: This...is just ugly Eric. I don't even know what else to say...

Eric Witz: Hey, at least the documents are gone now...but I'm wondering...what did they say? I mean, Kurt was obviously pissed at what was already said, but something about the Noble's Dad really hit a nerve. I guess we may never find out now...

The scene fades to commercial.

[Jeremy Sterling]

The scene comes back from commercial, where Jeremy Sterling is sitting in his office, looking quite annoyed as he looks at the clock. Suddenly, Kurt Noble walks in, his face still slightly red from his encounter from his brother.

Jeremy Sterling: Where in the Hell have you been?!? Stu Floyd is waiting outside!

Kurt Noble: Handling some family problems. Just shut it, and call him in.

It’s clear that neither man wants to be in this meeting, but Sterling taps his phone anyway.

Jeremy Sterling: Please send in Mr. Stu Floyd.

After a few awkward moments, UWL Commissioner Stu Floyd walks in. Noble and Sterling get up, and shake his hand, although the tension in the room is more than clear.

Stu Floyd: Evening gentlemen.

Noble/Sterling: Evening.

Floyd sits, and for a moment, there’s only awkward silence…until Noble speaks.

Kurt Noble: Listen Stu, Jeremy and I, as well as the rest of the Kingdom of Pride, know what this mess with Josh Eagles is doing to our companies. This isn’t the sort of thing either of us need, especially with finances being tight nowadays. I hope you understand that Jeremy and I are deeply sorry about Eagles involvement in what’s transgressed.

Jeremy rolls his eyes at Noble, and Stu nods.

Stu Floyd: I understand. Perhaps it was just a simply misunderstanding. What we need to work on now is make sure that things like this don’t-

Suddenly, the door barges open, and in walks Storm. He looks beyond annoyed.

Storm: Kurt, Jeremy, you two have to do something about the French asshole. He doesn’t respect me, Nicole, or this damn company, and if you think I’m going to let it go ignored, you’re wrong. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.

Kurt Noble: Jesus Storm, can’t you see we’re in a meeting? This is not the time for this!

Storm eyes Stu Floyd, and scoffs.

Storm: You think I care about that? You think I care about UWL at all? I don’t. What I care about is this company, not some run-down, talent-less redheaded stepchild of Pride’s.

Stu Floyd: Excuse me, that’s my company!

Noble glares at Storm, as Jeremy just sits back, looking pleased.

Kurt Noble: PLEASE Storm. We will talk about this later!

Storm glares, and exits the room, as Noble takes a moment to breath. He smile at Stu, who seems a bit annoyed.

Kurt Noble: I deeply apologize for that. It won’t happen again.

Stu Floyd: I would hope not. As I was saying, we need to take appropriate actions to stop Pride for interfering in UWL actions-

Jeremy Sterling: Hey, slow down there. Remember, UWL invited Josh Eagles to the 5th Year Celebration, and I have reasons to believe his criticism is valid. You need to make sure your company knows that that we’re not some doormat for you.

Noble is about to snap at Jeremy, as is Stu…but the door opens again, and in walks Stephen Callaway.

Kurt Noble: Kind of busy here Callaway…

Stephen Callaway: Oh, okay. I’ll just start then. You know, I just beat Legend earlier tonight, and last week, I won that fatal four-way. So..I was wondering, can I get in on the title match at Winter Warfare?

Kurt Noble: Well discuss this later Callaway…

Noble’s veins are starting to look rather unhealthy as Callaway goes on.

Stephen Callaway: I mean, UWL is doing pretty well right now. I can always see if they can give me a title shot. Oh, hi Stu.

Callaway waves to Stu, who lightly waves his hand.

Stephen Callaway: I was wondering if I could get a-

Kurt Noble: GET OUT OF MY OFFICE STEPHEN!

Callaway jets, and Noble sits down, clearly losing his hold on the situation. He then gets up, and locks the door.

Kurt Noble: That should keep them out. Now, as we were saying Stu, we’re willing to end this anyway possible-

Jeremy Sterling: As long as Pride comes out not looking like a second-rate company.

Stu Floyd: Quite frankly, I’m a little shocked that you allow your talent to act like this. Perhaps UWL standards are a fair bit more strict-

Suddenly, the door BUSTS open, and in comes Johnny Noble. Before Kurt can react, Johnny jumps over the table, and tackles his brother! Both men go down, and Johnny begins to hammer on his brother! Security then rushes into the room, and grabs Johnny, dragging him away as he yells.

Johnny Noble: I SWEAR TO GOD, I’M GOING TO GET YOU KURT! THIS ISN’T FUCKING OVER!

Kurt gets up, and rips off his tie, as Stu Floyd stands up.

Stu Floyd: Yes, we’re done here.

Kurt Noble: Just..wait! We can resolve this!

Jeremy smiles, and sits back in his chair once more.

Stu Floyd: Yes, we can…in UWL. If you want to really settle this, I’d like you both to be present at the next UWL TV Taping. We’re settle this civilly in a normal promotion. Now, I’m leaving. Thanks for nothing gentlemen.

Floyd exits, and Noble slams his head on the desk, as Jeremy snickers.

Jeremy Sterling: You sure handed that with grace. Your brother trying to kill you was a nice touch.

Kurt Noble: I am so Goddamn tired of you mocking me. I didn’t see you helping out, did I?

Jeremy Sterling: I don’t know what’s in your water Kurt, but this isn’t like you. I’ve never known you to roll over for authority, and now you want to just bend over for UWL! We have a reputation to protect! We need to protect Pride here, and if that means fighting, so be it!

Jeremy gets up, and exits the office, as Noble scoffs. The scene fades out…

[Jeremy Sterling]

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 his protective wrestling mask in his hand, Dani Sandström alongside him. 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 mask out to 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 attaches his protective wrestling mask.[/i]

Ike Rose: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds, and hailing from Ontario, Canada…accompanied by Dani Sandström…

CK interrupts Ike, and whispers something to him…

Ike Rose: Excuse me, introducing the…Interim Valiant Champion…Christian Kane!

Keith Oswalt: Oh, class CK, as always. Especially with the mask.

Eric Witz: He really is the best of us mere mortals.

'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 the KoP Valiant Championship 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 lifts the Valiant championship above his head turning around and smiling at the crowd before handing it to the ref and going to the corner to stretch out for the match.

Ike Rose: And introducing next, his partner, weighing in at 195 pounds, and hailing from Oshawa, Ontario…he is the actual Valiant Champion…Josh Eagles!

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 and Robbie Venom appear out of the curtain and steps into the vicinity of the spotlight. Rich looks around and scans the crowd a bit, as Robbie taunts them. The crowd is booing loudly as Rich Hamilton and Robbie Venom 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, as Venom poses on the turnbuckle.

Ike Rose: And introducing next, weighing in at a combined weight of 414 pounds…Robbie Venom and Rich Hamilton…The Renaissance!

Keith Oswalt: Eric, you know all four of these men are out for blood. Last week, The Renaissance dismantled Josh Eagles and Christian Kane, making no friends in their first moments together. Now, enemies are going to have to align to defeat these two.

Eric Witz: Good luck with that. The Renaissance are the big players here in Pride. They decide who wins and who losses, bitches!

Chris Owens signals for the bell, and CK yells at Eagles to be the first one in the match. The two stare one another down, and Eagles turns, facing his longtime rival, Robbie Venom. The two f=glare at one another, and Eagles grins, tapping his neck, a symbolic nature of their relationship. They lock-up, and Venom twists Eagles arm around, but Eagles spins himself around, twisting Venom’s arm instead. He hits a quick chop on Venom, but Venom kips up, and reverses the move. He arm drags Eagles, but Eagles barely lands on his knees. He rushes Venom, and goes for a clothesline, but Venom ducks it with a Matrix bend. He comes back up, and as Josh rebounds, goes for a jumping kick, but Eagles slides under him. Both men stop, and fake like they’re about to go in, eliciting an applause from the crowd. Rich yells at Eagles to “stop showing off like a bitch,” and the momentary distraction allows Venom to run in and hit a kick to Eagles stomach, before Irish Whipping Eagles. Eagles reverses the move, and as Robbie rebounds, he gets nailed with a drop toe hold. Eagles then moves in, trying to lock in the Walls of Joshico, but Venom kicks him off, and then kips up. Eagles charges him, but Venom sidesteps, and Eagles runs into a punch by Rich! Venom then tags in Rich, and Rich gets in the ring, beginning to slap around his old rival.

He pushes Eagles against the ropes, and goes to Irish Whip him, but Eagles hold on, and brings in Rich for a Codebreaker, but Rich holds onto the ropes, causing Eagles to slam violently against the canvas! Rich then runs off the ropes, and tries to hit a Lionsault on Eagles, but Eagles rolls out of the way, but Rich lands on his feet! Eagles rolls over, and CK tags himself in! Eagles seems quite pissed about that, but has little time to react as Rich slams his knee into Eagles unsuspecting back, sending him out of the ring. CK then gets in the ring, and Rich stops him with a “time out” signal. Suddenly…Rich extends his hand to CK!

Keith Oswalt: Oh Jesus. Is the Renaissance offering their hand in alliance with Christian Kane?!?

Eric Witz: Hey, powerful allies are great tools. The Renaissance could benefit from having Dani around!

CK looks at him, and then looks at Dani, who nods solemnly…before CK fires back with a slap! CK then yells “I don’t let dudes fuck me!” before hammering down on Rich’s neck. He Irish Whips Rich, who on the rebound, backflips off the ropes, once again landing on his feet as CK misses a punch on him. CK then steps off the ropes, nailing Rich a Springboard Roundhouse Kick as Rich charges him! CK gets up, and flexes his muscles, sticking his tongue through the mask at the women in the crowd! CK then gets down, and covers Rich…

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Kickout by Rich Hamilton!

CK lifts up Rich, and moves in, roughly tagging in Eagles, yelling “Here, I roughed him up for you, Fake Champ.” Eagles doesn’t seem pleased, but gets in the ring regardless. Both men beat down on Rich, and Irish Whip him into an opposite corner. Eagles the rushes Rich, and ails him with a corner dropkick, and CK is about to rush in, but Chris Owens argues with him to get out of the ring. Meanwhile, Venom gets in the ring and hits a punt kick to Eagles as he gets up! Eagles leans over, and Rich delivers a kick to the face of Eagles as Venom exits the ring. Rich taunts the crowd, yelling ‘Is THIS it?” getting a series of boos from the crowd. Rich then hops up onto the turnbuckle, and dives off, hitting an elbow drop on Eagles. He makes the pin…

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2…

Kickout by Josh Eagles!

Keith Oswalt: Close fall! You know Eric, both Rich Hamilton and Josh Eagles definitely have history together, both being longtime members of the Universal Wrestling League. Seeing Eagles vs. Rich sometime in the future for the titles could be a huge, huge deal for Pride.

Eric Witz: You know, after what happened like ten minutes ago, you probably shouldn’t bring up THAT company…like bad juju or something man…

Rich complains to Chris Owens, before lifting up Eagles. Venom, who is on the apron, sits on the ropes like he’s on a swing, and Rich rams Eagles head right into his feet, before tagging in Venom! Venom gets in the ring, and lifts up Eagles, who fires back at him! Rich gets in the ring, and begins to hammer on Eagles. Eagles then breaks his hold, and runs off the ropes, dodging a clothesline by Rich…but running into a Pelé Kick from Venom! Eagles stumbles back, right into a half nelson bulldog from Rich! CK doesn’t seem too inclined to help Eagles, and Chris Owens shoos Rich out of the ring. Venom lifts up Eagles, and nails him with a few hard kicks, before Irish Whipping him. Eagles grabs into the ropes, and Venom charges him, but Eagles sends him over the ropes, and onto the apron. Venom then reacts quickly, jumping on the ropes for the Antidote (720 Springboard DDT)…but Eagles nails him with a Codebreaker in mid-air!!! The crowd begins a “HOLY SHIT!” chant, as both men desperately begin to crawl to their corner. Eagles tags in CK, and CK runs in, nailing Venom with a kick before he can tag in Rich. CK then grabs Rich’s head, and slams it on a turnbuckle, nearly causing him to fall off the apron. CK then mocks Venom as he pounds him into the ground. He lifts up Venom, but Rich runs in the ring…and CK nails him with a headbutt, cracking the mask on CK’s face!

Keith Oswalt: Good thing Pride referees are able to use discretion. That could have been a disqualification in another company.

Eric Witz: Christian Kane is suffering from a legitimate medical injury, and he will not tolerate any sass from you about his accommodations, mister!

CK then moves Venom against the ropes, and Venom reverses the Irish Whip. CK ducks a clothesline, and hits a sick looking twisted neckbreaker on Venom! Rich runs in the ring, but CK hits a drop toe hold on him, and he lands on Venom’s groin! CK yells “SUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK IT!” before standing over Venom, and attempting to lock in the Canadian Mapleleaf (Haas of Pain)! Rich is about to interfere, but Eagles comes in, nailing him with a missile dropkick! Venom refuses to tap, and Eagles exits the ring. Venom then miraculously uses his hands to roll though the move, rolling up CK…

1…

2…

3-Kickout by Christian Kane!

CK stands up, and goes for a SuperSexyKick (Superkick), but Venom ducks it, and pushes CK against the ropes. Eagles secretly tags himself in, and Venom grabs CK, trying to nail him with a Samoan Drop, but CK slides behind Venom and nails him with a SuperSexyKick! He’s about to pin Venom, but Eagles comes in, and pins him instead…

1..

2…

3!

Ike Rose: Here are your winners, with a time of 13 minutes and 4 seconds…Christian Kane and Josh Eagles!

CK instantly grabs Eagles, and pulls him up, before pushing him. CK grabs a microphone, looking quite pissed.

Christian Kane: Seriously? What the Hell was that Josh?!? I, as usual, did all the work, and you come in and steal the credit? Yeah, bullshit if I've ever seen it. Looks like someone's pissed that I've not only beaten all their challenges, but I've also gotten to the point that I can beat ANYONE thrown at me. Face it Josh...I'm better.

Josh Eagles: Not even by a longshot CK. If you're really better, how about we face off...right now?

The crowd cheers, and CK grins, ready to face Eagles.

Christian Kane: Let's go flying fatass!

Suddenly, Noble steps out onto the stage. It's clear that this night has taken its tole on him.

Kurt Noble: I don't think so gentlemen. See, we have Super Shows for a reason. I'm not going to sell-out the biggest match of-

Suddenly, Noble is interrupted by his best pal, Jeremy Sterling.

Jeremy Sterling: You are such a little bitch Kurt, honestly. You let Orge Lambart do your dirty work, bend over for UWL, and now don't want these to fight? I say if that's what they want to do, let them do it. Sound good?

The crowd cheers, but Noble has finally had enough.

Kurt Noble: That's it Jeremy. I've had it. I'm done having you breath down my neck, ruining perfectly good opportunities just to stroke your ego. I'm fucking sick of it!

Noble throws his microphone aside, and gets eye sot eye with Sterling, the tension at an all time high. However, CK grabs a microphone.

Christian Kane: See, being the evil genius I am, I just got a mega great idea. I've got your opponent for next week Josh...or should I say opponents? Next week, you're going to face off in a handicap match against...our bosses, Kurt Noble and Jeremy Sterling!

Noble and Sterling's faces light up with horror, and Eagles doesn't seem to know how to respond to that.

Keith Oswalt: Oh my God! Josh Eagles now must face off against the bosses of Pride! They really are going to have to work together for this one!

Eric Witz: Talk about bitchy payback. CK got the Krieg, Eagles gets the bosses. I love it!

Keith Oswalt: We'll see you next week everyone, for our final Oblivion of the year!

The scene fades out to blackness, as CK laughs...