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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:10:34 GMT -5
Oblivion comes on the air, as the camera focuses in on the offices of Jeremy Sterling and Kurt Noble, who are at no surprise arguing.
Jeremy Sterling: Are you ready to drop the gloves Kurt? Are you ready to stop being a little bitch and admit we can't get along with the UWL! I was arrested and you were assaulted!
Sterling slams his hands on the desk that Noble is sitting at and Noble runs a hand through his hair.
Kurt Noble: I am not any happier then you! I was the one who was assaulted Jeremy, but we need to keep our heads about this!
Jeremy Sterling: That's a cop out and you know it!
Suddenly the argument is put on hold by a knock on the door.
Jeremy Sterling: Whoever it is we don't have time for you right now.
Despite the yelling the door opens anyway and in walks Josh Eagles with the Valiant championship strapped over his shoulder and he is still in his suit, clearly he has just arrived.
Josh Eagles: Well you two are going to put your damn bickering aside for yet another minute and make time for me because we have some things to discuss.
Jeremy Sterling: Who the hell do you think you are?
Josh Eagles: I'm the Valiant Champion, I am your damn champion Jeremy and if I remember correctly the man you have to step into the ring with later tonight.
Both Sterling and Noble exchange glances being reminded of that little fact.
Kurt Noble: What do you want Josh?
Josh Eagles: First off it seems I still need to drive home the fact that this company needs you and can't afford you two being at each others necks all the time. Have you looked at your company? It's damn well in chaos and it's my job as the champion here to be a leader and to help bring it around and that seems to be talking some sense into you two.
Josh pauses and points both at Jeremy and Kurt trying to drive home his point.
Josh Eagles: Now it seems that this hasn't worked so let me make it clear that since talking hasn't gotten through to you I am going to make you two clowns shake off that ring rust and I am going to beat it out of you instead!
Sterling takes a step forward.
Jeremy Sterling: What did you just say Josh?
Josh Eagles: I believe the words I used were I am going to beat some sense into the two of you tonight. As much as I don't like CK he may have had the best idea I have ever seen because if you two can't get on the same damn page for once and work as the unit that you should then you won't beat me!
Sterling goes to step forward and get even more in Josh's face but Kurt slams his hands down.
Kurt Noble: ENOUGH!!! Just let it go Jeremy and save it for the damn ring! Alright we get the point you want us on the same page and you are a tough guy you aren't going to back down.
Josh Eagles: You know I never would, I fought hard to win this title and I don't care if you set the entire roster on me I will fight until they can pry it from my hands. But your little issues are only one of my issues here, the other is this whole UWL fiasco and I'm telling you two too stay out of it now.
Jeremy Sterling: Stay out of it?
Kurt Noble: What the hell are you talking about?
Josh Eagles: I know what I said a few weeks ago, that we need to stand our ground but you two can't get on the same page for the damn life of you and you are making the company look worse and making us look weak! When I went to the UWL I was disrespected just like the KoP was, but thus far Stu Floyd and the entire UWL roster have made a mockery of you. So you know unless your willing to step up then let me deal with this. I am not going to let the KoP be put down nor my bosses and fans disrespected.
Kurt Noble: What are you talking about Josh?
Jeremy Sterling: What the hell can you do by yourself?
Josh smiles and moves the shoulder with his title on it.
Josh Eagles: Well other then beat the two of you tonight ... I can send a message that the UWL needs to back off or they need to step up! The KoP is the best company alive today and we put on the best shows and have the top roster in the business! We have loyal fans and I like to think a great champion as well ... but we have one fault and that is you two. The KoP is being disgraced and spit on by the UWL because our owners are weak.
Jeremy Sterling: You just watch your mouth...
Josh Eagles: NO STERLING!! I won't damn well watch my mouth or back off or do any such thing. Do you think you scare me? For that matter do you think you scare me either Noble? I am not Chris Hart I won't be used by the two of you for your own little vendetta so cut the crap and the intimidation tactics. I am paid to compete and my compete has won me this belt which means I am the person who represents this company and I won't have it disgraced or go down hill. As owner's the two of you should possibly see that as a good thing because I am telling you Christian Kane wouldn't damn well give a crap! So the long and short of it is unless you two get your damn act together you need to get out of my way.
Noble goes to say something and Josh raises his hand to just him off and turns around and goes to walk out the door but pauses in the entryway.
Josh Eagles: I would actually advise this on all aspects of your roster ... the both of you need to keep your personal agendas to the side and run a damn business!
Josh walks out slamming the door behind him and leaving Noble and Sterling stunned.
Keith Oswalt: What a way to start Oblivion. Kurt Noble and Jeremy Sterling absolutely must learn to work together for the sake of the Kingdom of Pride...and our Valiant Champion, Josh Eagles, may be willing to beat the team mentality into them!
Eric Witz: It's our final Oblivion before Winter Warfare, so lets make it count!
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:11:44 GMT -5
‘Reckoning’ hits the PA system, Morgan Jones steps out from the curtain. He is wearing a long black coat and holds a crucifix in one hand and a bible in the other. He continues down the ramp, his arms out to his sides, the cross and the bible running close to the fans in the front row. He climbs the steps, hangs the cross over the turnbuckle and places his hands together, his head placed against the tips of his fingers. He then removes the robe, letting it drop to the floor, revealing his tattooed skin underneath. Morgan stares around at the audience, taking in their reactions to his appearance, then enters through the ropes, places the bible down in his corner and puts his hand together again, waiting for the start of the match.
Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a ten minute time limit! Introducing first, from The Church of St. David, weighing in at 243 pounds, “The Messiah” Morgan Jones!
"Mr. Brightside" by The Killers hits as smoke begins to fill the entrance way. Cage makes his way down to the ring with a serious expression on his face. He climbs the turnbuckle and embraces the crowd.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, from Falkirk, Scotland, weighing in at 230 pounds, Stuart Cage!
Keith Oswalt: Both of these men have a lot on the line for this match. They both stand to gain quite a bit from this match, while the loser stands to lose quite a lot.
Eric Witz: What are you talking about? Last week Stuart Cage forgot he had a match, and two weeks ago we saw Dru Tha Merc destroy Morgan Jones. Neither of these men have a leg to stand on.
Keith Oswalt: Nice job hyping the match, you just totally tore down both guys in the match.
Eric Witz: Actually, they tore themselves down, I just stated the obvious.
Once the bell rings, the two men begin to circle each other before engaging in a collar and elbow tie up. From here, Stuart Cage is able to pull Morgan Jones into a hammerlock. Wrenching back on Jones’s arm, Cage attempts to pull it out of socket. After holding this on for a few seconds, Cage steps up and puts Jones into a headlock, locking it on tightly before pulling Jones over and hitting him with a headlock takeover. Keeping the headlock locked in, Jones continues to fight out of it before pushing Cage back up to his feet and elbowing him continually and finally throwing Cage off to the ropes. As Cage hit’s the ropes and runs back, he runs through Morgan with a huge lariat, planting him on the mat. Following the big lariat, Cage goes for a cover,
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Kick out!
Slapping the mat, Cage glares down at Morgan Jones before pulling him back up to his feet. Here, Cage kicks Jones in the stomach before wrapping his arms around Jones’s head and lifting him up quickly and hitting him with a snap suplex. Flipping over, Cage goes for another cover on Jones, but he’s able to kick out at one.
Continuing his attack, Cage begins to pull Morgan up to his feet, but before he can do anything, Morgan nails him with an elbow to the stomach to back him away. After the elbows, Morgan fires up with a European uppercut. Backing Cage away from him and to the ropes, Morgan runs towards Cage and whips him to the ropes and as Cage hit’s the ropes and bounces back, Morgan drives his head into the mat with an STO! After hitting the big move, Morgan lifts Cage back up to his feet by his head before dropping out almost as soon as Cage’s feet are lifted onto the mat and drives him down with a impaler DDT!
Keith Oswalt: Huge DDT by Morgan Jones as he starts to take control of the match.
Eric Witz: Yawn, boring. Give me people I care about.
Keith Oswalt: Could you possibly detract from this match anymore?
Eric Witz: Yeah, probably.
After hitting the DDT, Morgan Jones flips Cage over and covers him,
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2...
Kick out!
Getting upset with the count, Morgan finally shakes his head before grabbing Cage by the throat and pulling him to his feet. Putting his arms around Cage’s head, he places Cage’s feet on the top rope before rotating his body and sitting out, hitting the Heavenly Descent (Rope Hung Stunner)! Falling to the mat after hitting the move, Morgan covers Cage,
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3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 6 minutes, “The Messiah” Morgan Jones!
Keith Oswalt: Some early offense shown by Stuart Cage, but after Morgan Jones turned the match around, it was all him.
Eric Witz: Yeah, and it only wasted six minutes of my life. Can we get onto the actual show now?
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:12:15 GMT -5
The camera switches backstage, where the Illuminati members are sitting together, apparently preparing for their match-up tonight.
Rich Hamilton: See, I still think Robbie should be in there with us instead of “The Legend.” The guy’s a show opener at best, and doesn’t make crap compared to me. Seriously Rob, why aren’t you in the match?
Robbie Venom: I’m thinking Rich. There’s no need for all of us to be out there, making us easy targets for any of the million problems Pride has right now. Lets conserve out efforts, and let them collapse on themselves.
Shawn Stevens opens a water bottle, and chuckles to himself before he drinks it.
Shawn Stevens: Rich is just worried Callaway is going to kick the crap back down his throat. I mean, he does have a habit of punking you out. When did Stephen freaking Callaway get good anyway?
As Stevens drinks the water, Rich walks up, and leans the bottle farther, spilling water on Stevens.
Shawn Stevems: Oh, reeeal mature Rich.
Rich Hamilton: I don’t need any damn help beating that Grandma’s boy. Has he pinned me? No. Even gotten close? Not even. The kid’s a punk, and he knows it. I’ll embarrass him come Winter Warfare. Speaking of no balls, by the way…you two assholes don’t even have a match, for crying out loud. Gonna sit back and trim your chest hair while I win matches?
Shawn Stevens: Please. The only reason we don’t have a match is because we don’t want to face any of the million joke teams Pride hired. You see any legitimate tag teams around here?
Robbie Venom: What about the Krieg?
The room goes silent, until Rich begins to crack up.
Rich Hamilon: Yeah, I’m sure those Basterd wannabes really want to face you guys. I can just hear them screaming “Heil Hitler” at the thought of it.
Venom, who seems to be deep in thought, walks about the locker-room.
Robbie Venom: But why not? Think about it Shawn…we want to send a message to Pride. The Krieg have always been the guys to beat in this company, and we couldn’t beat them…playing by Pride’s rules. But the game has changed.We changed it by cleaning out all Pride’s teams. Epic Angle doesn’t exist because of us. If we want Kurt and Jeremy to give into our demands, let’s prove that we can beat their beloved German toys.
Shawn Stevens: But we know we can. Why prove it when it’s already known?
Robbie Venom: The perception, my old friend. If we are the best…we get what we want. Eagles gets to pick matches, Chris Hart got all sorts of crazy contract negotiations…if we win, and beat them, we’ll be up there. We’ll be the best team. We’ll be unable to be ignored. We can Pride implode from atop the Kingdom itself.
Stevens seems a bit reluctant, but nods anyway.
Shawn Stevns: Well…you’re a tough of a sheep if I’ve ever known you Robbie. We get The Krieg at Winter Warfare, kick their asses, and get our tag team titles. Beginning of the end, right?
All three Illuminati members nod.
Rich Hamilton: And a boat lod of gold, money, and controversy on the way down!
The scene fades out…
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:13:05 GMT -5
"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: The following contest is a singles match with a 10 minute time limit. Introducing first, weighing in at 170 pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona, Esix Cordero!
"El Mudo - Chacarron Macarron" plays and the fans cheer. John Parker comes to the ring with a smile on his face, dancing atrociously to his music.
Ike Rose: His opponent on his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 130 pounds, from Florida by way of Nottingham, England; John Parker!
Keith Oswalt: I don't think Esix is impressed with his opponent.
Eric Witz: Can you blame him? Esix picked up a huge win last week now he has John "The Midget" Parker.
Keith Oswalt: He's still a Pride competitor and should be taken serious.
Suddenly, "The Voice" walks out onto the stage, getting a fair amount of boos. He walks down, eying JDP, before sitting at the commentating table.
Keith Oswalt: Looks like our friend has decided to join us...
The Voice: I am not here to appease those that waste their God-given talents on such uselessness. I am here for that man. I will do no talking for either of you.
Eric Witz: Sounds like a simple "shut up" if you ask me!
The ref calls for the bell and Parker dances his way across the ring towards Esix. Esix rolls his eyes as Parker does a forward moonwalk getting right in the face of Esix. Esix stares uninterested as Parker stops moving and goes for a Spinning Back Fist but Esix ducks under it. Esix drives an elbow to the back of Parker's head. Parker staggers forward as Esix grabs him from behind and lifts him over with a back suplex. Both men get up, Esix being faster, shoves Parker back against the ropes and whips him across the ring. As he comes back he leaps onto Parker with a Lou Thesz press. Esix stays mounted on Parker and hammers away punch after punch on Parker until the ref pulls him off. Esix rolls up to his feet and argues with the ref telling him not to get involved. The ref grabs his shirt and says he's in charge and to stop when he tells him to.
Eric Witz: Esix isn't dealing with Parker's nonsense.
Keith Oswalt: So far he is just beating the snot out of John Parker.
Esix shoves the ref out of the way as John Parker gets up. Parker grabs Esix and drops back down catching Esix with a jawbreaker. Esix recoils back as Parker dives forward catching Esix in the gut with a headbutt. Esix doubles over and Parker rolls to his feet and jumps up and stomps down on Esix's foot. Esix is holding his jaw as he hops around on his good leg. Parker runs forward and leaps up catching Esix with a Shining Wizard. Parker scrambles over quickly to make the cover.
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Kickout!
He grabs the leg and puts all of his weight onto Esix and covers him again.
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Kickout!
Parker smacks the mat but hurts his own hand as he sticks his finger into his mouth in obvious pain. He uses his other hand to point to the corner.
Keith Oswalt: John Parker wants to go big here.
Eric Witz: He's 130 pounds....he CAN'T go big.
Parker goes to the corner and steps onto the apron. He climbs to the top and looks down. He signals for the Frog Splash. As he measures up Esix for the move. Esix waves the ref over. The ref gets in the way checking on Esix as Parker stands on the top rope waiting for his moment. Esix shoves the ref off into the ropes and Parker comes crashing down from the ropes being knocked out from under him. Esix, post the word confront in a show review. Parker lands awkwardly on his head and neck as Esix gets an earful from the ref.
Eric Witz: We need less klutzy referees here...
Keith Oswalt: Borderline cheating there, but I suppose it's one way to take an opponent down.
Eric Witz: The ref lost his footing that's not cheating.
Esix gets to his feet witha grin as the ref continues to reprimand him. Esix waves his hand dismissively as he tries to make the cover.
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Kickout!
Esix gets up and continues to get yelled at by the ref as he eyes John Parker getting to his feet. Esix stalks him from behind and as soon as Parker gets to his feet and turns around Esix lifts his leg up and throttles Parker's head with the Norris’d(Roundhouse Kick to the temple). Parker doesn't go down but staggers around in an obvious daze.
Keith Oswalt: He damn near decapitated him!
Eric Witz: Esix Cordero is an MMA master. Strikes and holds are his bread and butter, I'm sure if he wanted he would have ended Parker's night right there but he's looking like he has something else planned.
Esix waits for Parker to turn back around and stagger into him and as he does he grabs him in a headlock then hits repeated knee strikes to the head of John Parker. The ref tells him to stop as blood starts to flow from Parker's mouth from the strikes. Esix hits a few more strikes as he stares the ref in the eyes and shoves Parker back. Parker falls onto his back on the mat. Esix flashes a grin to the crowd as he pulls Parker up. Parker can barely walk as Esix leans him against the ropes and takes a couple steps back. Parker staggers forward as Esix measures him up then runs at him and hits Parker with the Superman Elbow(Running/Jumping elbow strike). The ref jumps back and winces from the shot as Parker seemingly goes limp. Esix drags Parker away from the ropes and makes the cover.
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3!!!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 5 minutes and 28 seconds, by pinfall, Esix Cordero!
Eric Witz: Impressive.
Keith Oswalt: I'd have to agree though he used the ref to his advantage.
Eric Witz: He still won handily. Like I said last week, this is just the beginning for Esix Cordero in Kingdom of Pride.
The Voice: Impressive.
The Voice stands up, and gets in the ring, as Esix exits, not wanting any part of this. The Voice stares at JDP, who is getting up.
The Voice: Do not be foolish, child. I come alone. I would not have Silence destroy you before the time is right. I merely come...to talk.
John Parker: I'm not talking to you, sahn. Youz mean!
The Voice: I am not "mean." I not not cruel, or brash. I am merely... a result. The result of waste, and filth that pollutes the very air I breath. I want you to look out amongst the masses, Mr. Parker. These individuals allow themselves to be mindlessly lead by those with only hints of inspiration, and potential. They swear, sin, and vulgarize language as we know it. You, Mr. Parker, are not far below them.
John Parker: FFS, get to the point!
The Voice: I have come to offer you a way out. You will be facing Silence in one week in this..."I Quit" match. However, your own company has doomed you. They have put you against a man that is incapable of quitting. A man that will show no mercy, because he expects none. If you simply utter the words now, the words that will set you free...you will be forgiven. What do you say?
JDP grins, and leans inward.
John Parker: You're a fahking weirdo. Seriously, stop talking like that. I can hear my Gradma rolling over in her grave because your words make her, and baby Jesus, crap their pants.
The Voice: You...have failed. Your senses will abandon you, Mr. Parker.
The Voice suddenly reaches into his robe, and throws white power into the eyes of JDP! JDP falls, and The Voice watches him.
The Voice: If your eyes fail you so quickly, how can you expect your mind to fight the pain?
JDP rolls about, as The Voice exits the ring.
Keith Oswalt: The Voice seems to think JDP is some kind of target. Why? Because he talks too much...at least that's the message I'm getting.
Eric Witz: Poor JDP...
The scene fades out, as JDP tries to get up...
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:13:52 GMT -5
Backstage, Claude LeBatard is preparing for his match-up. He’s putting on his boots, and after a few moments, footsteps can be heard in the background.
Nicole Morera: The French Phenomenon himself, I presume.
Claude turns, seeing Nicole Morera walk past him, instantly eliciting a smile from the arrogant Frenchman.
Claude LeBatard: Madame, I don’t believe we’ve had ze chance to introduce. My name iz-
Nicole Morera: I’m very much aware of your name, Mr. LeBatard. Perhaps mine will mean something to you. Ms. Nicole Morera. I’m Storm’s personal therapist.
Claude LeBatard: Ah, ze Beauty of ze Beast. I am surprised that such elegance, one that could surely rival ze woman of my homeland would choose to dwell among ze filth of American scum. Ridicule!
Nicole smiles, but not a blushing way…more in a suspicious way.
Nicole Morera: I appreciate your sentiments, but I haven’t come to you looking for a partner. I actually have a warning for you.
Claude LeBatard: A warning? For ze great Claude LeBatard? Preposterous!
Nicole Morera: You may see Storm as a simple monster, but he goes much deeper than you can believe. You’d think that eliminating Jaden Hunter from his life would have alleviated his stress…but you seem to have prevented that. Perhaps your Napoleon Complex is preventing you from seeing that you have indeed challenged a man you cannot defeat. Merely an observation, mind you.
Claude seems quite insulted at the mention of Napoleon.
Claude LeBatard: Your misunderstanding of greatness of ze French disgusts me! What iz it you are trying to say? That I should abandon ze fight I have started? Never! Ze French do not surrender!
Silence. Nicole smiles.
Nicole Morera: I would never suggest such a thing. You’ve shown yourself to be quite Pride…but your Pride blinds you. You believe you can get the upper hand in every situation, but Storm is just as dangerous as you. Tread lightly, Mr. LeBatard. Avoid shooting yourself in the foot, if possible. You’re a little too…sophisticated to be limping about.
Nicole smiles, and walks off, as Claude looks at her. He smiles, and mutters some things to himself in French.
Keith Oswalt: Nicole Morera is just the kind of woman that can make your blood run cold…and then boil it ten seconds later. I wouldn’t trust her as much as I trust a King Cobra! Claude had better be careful in his match-up, coming up next!
Eric Witz: See, I like her. Talks a little too much, but has a nice rac-
The scene fades out…
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:14:35 GMT -5
”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: The following is a single match-up scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, and hailing from Corniche, Marseille…Claude LeBatard!
Keith Oswalt: Looks like the Prideful Frenchman is looking for his next name to add to his list of defeated opponents, a list that is looking more impressive week in and out. We know that Claude LeBatard is facing Storm at Winter Warfare, and with both men having impressive records here in Pride, it’s anyone’s fight.
Eric Witz: Yeah…except Claude has to SURVIVE tonight first, I don’t know if you noticed, but Dru Dallins is a big, bad, black man. I don’t know if you noticed, but that SUV of a man almost killed Johnny Noble last week…in case you missed it.
”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 his opponent, weighing in at 297 pounds, and hailing from Tampa Bay, Florida…Dru Tha Merc!
Keith Oswalt: Dru Dallins is just one tough mercenary. I meant, he mauled his own cousin for crying out loud, and nearly killed Johnny Noble last week. From the looks of things already tonight, Dru hasn’t let that little battle leave his mind.
Eric Witz: I imagine Dru is the kind of person that would beat a puppy to death for urinating on his leg. I mean…he resembles a tree pretty closely…
Keith Oswalt: You just reminded me why we have a 2 AM timeslot…
Chris Owens signals for the bell, and Dru stares down Claude, smirking a bit at the smaller Frenchmaa. Claude looks up at him, and before going for any sort of lock-up, yells “Hand me ze microphone!” He;s handed one, and looks at Dru.
Claude LeBatard: Ring ze bell. I will not go through wit this bêtise!
Eric Witz: What…? When did we start talking about bets?
Keith Oswalt: It means nonsense in French…
Eric Witz: Him speaking French in America in BETISE!
Claude LeBatard: You zee, I am of ze French bloodline, specizifcally of ze House of Capet. For ze commoners, zat is ze most powerful family lines in French history. Royalty runs in zes bones…something you, ze African mercenary, cannot understand. A man of no loyalty…zis is disgusting. Zat is why, for zis match to continue…you must kiss my royal French boot!
Claude points downward towards his boot, and Dru stares at him, a “seriously?” look on his face. However, he laughs, and goes down on one knee, and the crowd begins to boo Dru! Dru looks like he’s about to do it…and Claude rushes him! However, Dru, who seems to have known it was coming, goes up when Claude reaches him, and slams him down with a Samoan Drop! Dru then rolls over, and begins to smack Claude with around with a few punches, smiling as he does.
Keith Oswalt: Claude attempted the same kind of pre-emptive, weaselesque strike he did against Storm two weeks ago…but this time, it failed!
Eric Witz: Well, being that he’s French, you could smell the stench of betrayal like five miles away…
Dru lifts up Claude, and pushes him roughly into a turnbuckle. Dru then begins to hammer into Claude slowly and thoroughly, slamming him with a fist, and then another, not allowing him to get his footing, Claude, if you’re reading this, put the word scapegoat in a review. Dru steps back, but the brief pause gives Claude enough time to go down, hitting a low dropkick on Dru’s legs as Dru charges him. Dru then slams against the turnbuckle, and Claude begins to stomp his legs. Claude begins a flurry of kicks, trying to take out Dru’s leg, and he even knocks Dru down to the canvas. Claude stands on the ropes, pressing Dru’s legs against then…but Dru then uses his massive leg strength to kick Claude over the ropes, causing him to crash to the floor below! Being that Dru is slow to get up, Claude has enough time to get back in the ring…but the second he does, Dru hits him with pop right to the jaw. Dru continues, before pushing Claude into the corner, and hitting him with ten punches, before slamming him with the Pride Obliterating Bitch-Slap, and yelling “Oui Oui, punkass!”
Claude nearly falls, but as Dru tries to grab him, Claude stomps Dru’s foot, making him fall him to the canvas. Claude then tries to lock in a Boston Crab, but Dru kicks him off. Rushing to get back on the offensive, Claude moves in…but Dru slams him with a flapjack! As Claude gets up, Dru Irish Whips him off the ropes, and then nails him with a Bay Area Chokeslam! Dru isn’t able to go down for a pin, grabbing his knee as he tries. However, Claude once again takes advantage, running off the ropes and hitting Dru with a bulldog! He goes for the pin…
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Keith Oswalt: Claude has been tireless in attacking Dru’s legs, a source of weakness for the mercenary. It’s something we’ve definitely come to see from the Frenchman.
Eric Witz: You know, if Dru is really a merc, and Claude is a rich Frency face, couldn’t he just pay him off? No? Oh, that’s right. The French would rather just have the government hand them things instead of paying for them! Ba-zing!
Keith Oswalt: Once again…2 AM…
Both men slowly get up, and Claude kicks Dru in the face, causing him to kneel over, before running against the ropes, and being lifted high into the air, and dropped with a gorilla press slam! He lifts up Claude for another one, but this time, Dru’s knee gives out, and Claude falls behind him, then nailing him quickly with a chop to the back of the legs. Claude then grabs his legs, and locks in the French Torture (Indian Deathlock)! Dru struggles, fighting the urge to tap. Claude, the second review word is chicken. Dru then leans over, and begins to slam Claude’s face into the canvas! He continues, yelling “Let go, wonderbread!” Finally, Claude lets go, and Dru uses the ropes to pull himself up. Claude tries to grab him but receives a jab to the face, which turns into a flurry of them. The Merc Irish Whips Claude, and slams him with massive clothesline that causes Claude to flip in mid-air! Dru lifts up Claude, and goes for a belly to belly suplex, but Claude spits in Dru’s face! Claude then charges him…but gets lifted into the air for a Bearhug!
Claude struggles, reaching out for any ropes he can, but he’s well out of reach. Fearing the end, Claude drives both his thumbs into the eyes of Dru, who instantly drops! Dru falls over, and Claude runs against the ropes, and hits a La Revolution (Boot to Temple Kick) on Dru! The crowd boos...as Nicole Morera walks out onto the stage.
Keith Oswalt: Nicole? Did she not get enough of Claude ten minutes ago? I don't like the looks of her presence Eric/
Eric Witz: Really? I think she looks great. Maybe shorter heels would have been a bit better, but oh well...
Claude looks over at her, an air of suspiciousness covering her. Claude goes down to pin Dru...
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Claude gets mad, and lifts up Dru...but Dru lifts him up into the Bearhug again! Claude fights, trying to escape, before raising his hands about to go for the eyes again. Suddenly, throws him high into the air, puts him in position, and drops Claude with a Crucifix Facebuster! Dru pins him...
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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 9 minutes and 3 seconds...Dru Dallins!
Keith Oswalt: You can't help but think that Nicole's mere presence distracted Claude LeBatard, handing him his first loss here in Pride.
Eric Witz: Frenchy couldn't keep his eyes off her...shame. Neither can I!
Nicole grabs a microphone, and speaks to Claude as he gets up.
Nicole Morera: I don't come out here as your enemy...merely a friend. If a mere distraction throws you off your game, beating Storm may prove a bit difficult for you. My advice? Keep your eyes open...but your mind focused.
Nicole drops the microphone, and exits.
Keith Oswalt: A cryptic warning indeed...
Eric Witz: That's hot...
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:14:53 GMT -5
Backstage, Der Krieg Maschinen are calmly standing behind Kaja Reinhardt. Despite not being booked on the card, they have taken it upon themselves to show up to fend off the Russian Otbet. After all, any collateral damage would result in the need to an extraction back to Germany, ending their tenure in Kingdom of Pride prematurely. As they patiently wait for any signs of the Russian aggressors, Alex Avice cautiously makes his way towards Kaja. She holds out a hand, attempting to ward him off. Avice, however, desperate for the scoop, approaches her with a microphone anyways.
Alex Avice: Miss Reinhardt…
Kaja Reinhardt: Please, Alex, now is not the time.
Avice considers leaving, but his need to get the scoop prevents it.
Alex Avice: But Miss Reinhardt, after last week I have so many questions…for the fans. The fans have so many questions!
Kaja scowls, casting a nervous eye behind her. She turns back to Avice and slightly nods before focusing on the entrance to the Kingdom of Pride arena.
Kaja Reinhardt: Very well. Please, be brief. You do not wish to be here when they show up.
Alex Avice: Okay, that actually leads to my first question. The audience, as well as many of the other people backstage, aren’t exactly sure who they are.
Kaja waves a dismissive hand.
Kaja Reinhardt: It is a long story, Alex.
Alex Avice: Well could you perhaps give us the cliff notes version? Just a quick summary would be better than nothing.
Kaja Reinhardt: The man in charge is called The Winter Soldier, Boris Makarov. He is a very powerful man within the country of Russia.
Alex Avice: Powerful? Are we talking a World Champion from another country? That would be great for Kingdom of Pride’s international appeal…
Kaja smirks and tilts her head to one side.
Kaja Reinhardt: I guess you could say that…His partner is a man known as Irakoze. He is perhaps the most ruthless…
Kaja pauses, trying to adapt the situation to wrestling lingo in order for Avice to follow along.
Kaja Reinhardt: …the most ruthless competitor to come out of Africa. This man grew up during the Rwandan genocide. The woman is Nadya Golikova…Makarov’s girlfriend, who is equally as respected as he is.
Avice strokes his chin, deep in thought.
Alex Avice: I see, Miss Reinhardt. So, these could potentially be the biggest foreign exports since…the Maschinen?
Kaja Reinhardt: Well, I wouldn’t…
Alex Avice: You wouldn’t what?
Kaja Reinhardt: The Otbet are not here to join the Kingdom of Pride roster, Alex. Their intentions are solely to harm the Maschinen and anyone that might stand in the way of them doing so. I believe you would be better to classify them as mere mercenaries…not potential roster members.
Alex Avice: So the chances of the fans seeing a big payoff bout between the Maschinen and this…Outbet…
Kaja’s eyes dart to a car arriving at the arena. She forgets to correct Avice’s mispronounciation.
Alex Avice: …they’re slim?
Kaja Reinhardt: …they’re here.
Avice spins around as the towering Russians enter the arena. Behind Kaja, both of the Maschinen tense up preparing to fight. Caught between the two towering teams is the very out-of-place Alex Avice. In order to ease the tension, Avice does what he does best…
Alex Avice: Mr. Makarov! Is it true that you have no intention to join the Kingdom of Pride roster?
The Russian stares down at Avice, confused. He offers a grunt and turns his glare back to the Maschinen. Balraj pounds his fists, sending a nonverbal message to the Otbet.
Alex Avice: I see…well, that’s a shame. Next week is our big super show…Winter Warfare! If you were to join, then you could settle your little feud with the Maschinen for the entire Pride fanbase to see!
Boris Makarov: Not interested.
Alex Avice: Mr. Makarov, sir…I assure you that there is no rush like competing in front of the cheering, rabid fans of Kingdom of Pride.
The Russian chuckles, bemused at Avice’s naivety.
Boris Makarov: I assure you, Mr. Avice…what we have in store for these men, the rules at Kingdom of Pride will not allow.
Avice frowns, his mind frantically trying to work on a solution.
Alex Avice: I’ve got it…next week, at the super show, you could face the Maschinen in an unsanctioned street fight! No rules, no disqualification, and since you’re not members of the roster…no paperwork to fill out! And it would allow the fans the chance to see an international star such as yourself compete!
The Otbet exchange glances, Irakoze and Golikova scoffing at the idea.
Boris Makarov: You know what? Nothing would please me more than to brutalize those two beasts in front of an audience…to expose just how fragile the Germans truly are. However, I am not responsible for what happens if there are truly…no rules.
He looks to Kaja and winks.
Boris Makarov: Until next week, Miss Reinhardt…and don’t try to run…we’ll be watching.
As the Otbet leaves, Avice turns to Kaja beaming with pride.
Alex Avice: There you go, Miss Reinhardt! You get to have your big confrontation in front of all the screaming Kingdom of Pride fans!
Kaja glares at him, annoyed at his insistence to turn the bad blood into a wrestling storyline. She turns away, leading both Maschinen back to their locker room. However, she offers Avice a parting phrase.
Kaja Reinhardt: You have no idea what you’ve done, you fool…
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:15:20 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 twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 295 pounds, Storm!
Keith Oswalt: Surprisingly, Storm’s been relatively subdued recently, could his therapist be the reason for it?
Eric Witz: What are you talking about? I heard he was pissed. Supposedly he wanted the week off or something, and Sterling shot him down.
Keith Oswalt: Wouldn’t surprise me if that’s what happened, I’m sure Sterling would use anything to get to Noble, as Noble would do anything to get to 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. He gives the occasional group of fans a calm glance, but he does not lose focus as he walks to the ring and climbs the stairs. Johnny flashes a few more fans a calm glance as he steps into the ring and stands near the ropes, putting his hands on his hips and looking around the ring with intensity.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, from Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds, Johnny Noble!
Eric Witz: Damn, Sterling really stuck Storm with a tough opponent this week.
Keith Oswalt: Seems like he’s really trying to irritate Noble, using his brother to fight Storm.
As the bell rings, the two monstrous men circle one another before Noble finally shoots in and takes Storm to the mat with a standard amatuer wrestling takedown. Mounting himself on top of Storm, Noble is able to get two elbows in on Storm’s face before Storm finally pushes Noble off of him and rolls up to his feet. As Storm rolls up, Noble rushes at him and is able to take him down to the mat with a lariat. Lifting Storm back up from the mat, Noble whips Storm off to the ropes and goes for a second lariat on Storm, however this time Storm ducks underneath the lariat, and as Noble turns around, Storm goes for a lariat of his own, but this time Noble seems to have seen it coming as he ducks underneath then turns around as soon as Storm does and here Noble takes Storm off of his feet with a huge wheel kick!
Quickly getting back to his feet, Noble remains on top of Storm, pulling him up to his feet as Storm holds his chin. Hitting a few punches, Noble grabs Storm by the back of the head and drags him to the corner where here he bashes it into the turnbuckle before throwing Storm into the turnbuckle. Now Noble hit’s a few forearm smashes on Storm before kicking him in the stomach to double him over. After doing this, Noble underhooks Storm’s arms and throws the large man down on top of his head with a double arm DDT! After having hit this move on Storm, Noble goes for a cover,
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Noble slams the mat after Storm kicks out and here, Noble punches Storm in the jaw before lifting him up to his feet. However, here, Storm begins to fire back and is able to land a knee in on Noble as Noble pulled Storm in close in a grapple. Having landed the knee on Noble, Storm is able to push him away. Furious, Noble runs towards Storm, but Storm nails him with a huge boot to the face!
Keith Oswalt: Huge move by Storm! He may not have wanted to compete this week, but it sure seems like he’s willing to!
Leaning against the ropes after hitting the momentum shifting move, Storm breathes heavily as Noble pulls himself back to his feet. Trying to keep Noble grounded and prevent him from getting up, Storm rushes at Noble and punts him in the stomach, popping Noble up and flipping him over as he holds his stomach, gasping for air. Storm now lifts Noble back to his feet and before letting Noble catch his breathe, Storm grabs him and throws him over with a huge powerslam! Not bothering to hook the leg after hitting the huge move, Storm stays on his knees for a few seconds before lifting Noble back up to his feet, punching Noble in the stomach as he gets up himself. Throwing a big right hand to Noble, Noble is backed up before he finally turns back around, but as he does this, Storm kicks him in the stomach and grabs Noble’s neck before lifting him up and driving Noble, neck first into the mat with a brainbuster. Going for a pin after this move, Storm covers Noble,
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Despite the kick out, Storm doesn’t seemed bothered as he seems to have a plan as he sits Noble up and plants his knee into Noble’s back and grabs Noble’s throat and pulls back. Trying to force Noble to submit, Storm wrenches back further before finally letting go after slamming his hands across Noble’s chest. Pulling Noble up to his feet after doing this, Storm remains behind Noble and puts him into a full nelson hold! Wrenching Noble’s arms up and trying to force him to submit, Storm finally pulls him down before firing back and hitting a huge dragon suplex! Bridging into a cover, Storm pins Noble,
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Eric Witz: Damn, Storm seems really mad this week.
Keith Oswalt: Have you not been listening to a word of our conversation?
Eric Witz: No, not really. I normally try not to listen.
Slamming the mat and arguing the referee, the intimidating Storm screams at him before turning back to Noble who begins to crawl up to his feet. Shaking his head at Noble, Storm stomps on his shoulders before pulling him up to his feet and here Storm whips Noble off to the ropes. Going for a decapitating lariat on Noble, Noble is able to duck under Storm’s lariat and stops where he’s standing before hitting Storm with a huge northern lariat, nailing Storm in the back of the head! Knocking Storm to the ground with this move, Noble screams at him as he appears to have a surge of energy go through him and calls Storm up. Storm runs at Noble, but instead of being able to hit anything, Noble nails him with an STO, driving Storm to the mat!
Pulling Storm up to his feet after hitting the STO, Noble kicks him furiously in the stomach before putting Storm’s head in between his legs. Lifting Storm up, Noble quickly nails him with This Shit Hurts (Spinning Spike Piledriver)! Instantly after hitting this, Noble covers Storm,
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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 11 minutes and 15 seconds, Johnny Noble!
Keith Oswalt: Another win for Noble as he continues to prove that he’s potentially the best wrestler in the world today that’s not a champion.
Eric Witz: I think Christian Kane would like a word with you.
Keith Oswalt: That bastard sucks.
Eric Witz: We are totally not friends anymore.
Keith Oswalt: Is that a threat or a promise? God, I hope it’s a promise.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:15:52 GMT -5
Backstage, Johnny Noble is seen outside a locker-room, presumably his, after his match with Storm. He walks inside…and the room has been trashed. The bench has been destroyed, and the locker doors all ripped off. The mirror have all been destroyed as well.
Johnny Noble: What in the-
Suddenly, Dru comes out of nowhere, behind the door, and blasts Noble! He grabs him, and throws him right into a steel locker, before slamming his knee aggressively into his stomach. Dru continues the assault, before throwing Noble into the cracked mirror, breaking it even more. Noble has a few cuts now, and Dru looks down at him.
Dru Tha Merc: Nobody embarrasses Tha Merc. Nobody. You think that bitch over in UWL is gonna see me as a threat if guys like you pound on me? Nah, didn’t think so.
Dru grabs Noble’s head, and slams it down.
Dru Tha Merc: Consider yourself a target. I’ll see you at Winter Warfare…nigga.
Dru exits the room, as Noble rolls out, his blood flowing from a cut on his face.
Keith Oswalt: Dru Dallins apparently isn’t happy about losing to Johnny Noble…but he’s a mercenary. They don’t attack out of spite. Could someone else be behind this?
Eric Witz: Wow, I don’t know…maybe that brother of his? Hmmmmmmm?
The scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:16:25 GMT -5
The camera switches back to the ring, where Ike Rose is standing, a microphone in hand.Ike Rose: The following match-up is a six man tag match. Scheduled for one-fall! The camera switches over to the ramp, as Rich Hamilton, Shawn Stevens, and The Legend walk out. Rich and Stevens seem to be alienating Legend, who seems in his own little world. The three begin to walk to the ring, ignoring the tremendous amount of boos that they’re getting. All three roll into the ring, and the Illuminati members take opposite turnbuckles, posing for the crowd, as Legend poses by the ropes, staring out into the crowd.Ike Rose: Introducing first, the team of The Legend, Rich Hamilton, and Shawn Stevens! Keith Oswalt: See, now this is going to be an intense match-up Eric. You’ve taken a handful of enemies, and put them against each other one week before Winter Warfare. How can you have anything except a mega match here? Eric Witz: You could have crazy wrestlers kill one another on cable television. Controversy creates cash right? The camera switches back to the ramp, where Kid Flanagan, Obscene, and Stephen Callaway have walked out. These three get a pretty loud ovation, and they get into the ring, facing off against their rival counterparts.Ike Rose: And introducing their opponents, the team of- Ike Rose isn’t even allowed to finish, as Rich Hamilton runs forward, and slams a knee into Kid. The other competitors than start to go at it, and even early on in the match, Chris Owens has lost control! He finally pushes the other competitors out, and Rich begins to hit some strikes on Kid, before Kid ducks one, and locks his arms around the waist of Rich. They back up against the ropes, and Rich Irish Whips Kid, who is able to duck a clothesline, and respond back with a running crossobdy, taking down Rich, but the pin doesn’t even get a one count. Kid then quickly grabs Rich, and runs over to his corner. Obscene sticks out his hand, but Kid tags in Callaway, who gets in the ring, leaving Obscene a bit frustrated, as Callaway gets on the turnbuckle, and jumps off, slamming Rich’s chest with a dropkick. Callaway goes for a quick cover… 1… Kickout by Rich Hamilton! Keith Oswalt: Obscene seemed a bit angry about the fact that he didn’t just get tagged in there. It’s very possible Kid stills harbors some resentment towards Obscene for their long feud. Eric Witz: You know what happens when Obscene gets mad? He viciously beats women. So…watch out Keith. Callaway lifts up Rich, and locks in a headlock…but Rich reaches up, grabs Callaway’s hair, and slams him down. He smiles, and gets down in Callaway’s face, yelling “I’m the Goddamn show and credits! What’re you?” before stomping down on Callaway’s face. Rich then lifts up Callaway, and kicks him in the stomach, before running off the ropes, and yanking Callaway’s hair down for a half-nelson bulldog. Rich rolls over, and tags in Stevens, who hops in the ring, but instantly gets an arm drag from Callaway! Stevens gets back up, but falls victim to another. Stevens gets back up, and being frustrated, swings for a clothesline, but Callaway ducks it, and runs off the ropes, and drops Stevens with a very quick spear. Callaway then rolls over, and is about to tag Kid back in, but Obscene steals the tag. Obscene then runs in, and hits a very low dropkick on Stevens. Obscene looks over at Legend, who seems incredibly eager as he mouths off “Fool wishes his Justin Bieber self could be more like me!” Obscene then lifts up Stevens, and hammers on him a bit, but Stevens soon dodges a punch, and begins to hit Obscene with his own set of hands. He goes for a Diamond Fire (Running Diamond Cutter), but Obscene moves, and Stevens slams on the canvas! Obscene jumps off the ropes for a springboard splash, but Stevens rolls out of the way, and Obscene crashes! Obscene, post the word frantic in your review. Stevens gets up, and quickly boots Obscene in the face, keeping him down. Legend then yells “Tag me in, asshat!” and Stevens smirks at him. He and Rich both look amused, and Stevens tags in Legend, who gets in the ring, and mocks the downed Obscene. He begins to stomp Obscene, kicking around the ring while yelling “You’ll never be as big as me. Never!” Keith Oswalt: The Legend seems to enjoy verbally beating down Obscene at literally every point. Obscene has attempted to create some kind of non-fire between the two, but Legend clearly idn’t interested in that sort of thing. Eric Witz: Obscene isn’t a movie star or a gorgeous model…wait, Legend doesn’t seem to care about those too much anyway. Especially not after se- Keith Oswalt: Moving on! Legend lifts up Obscene, and slams his head into the corner, before kneeing Obscene when he goes down. Legend then backs up, and kisses both his muscles, before charging in…but Obscene moves, and Legend collides off the turnbuckle. Obscene then runs off the ropes, and gets secretly tagged out by Kid. Obscene continues, and slams Legend with a huge Penetrator (Evenflow DDT)! Obscene goes to make the cover, but Chris Owens informs him that’s no longer the legal man. He stands up, and looks over at Kid, who gets in the ring. Obscene simply stares at him, at the two have a rather intimidating looking staredown. Eric Witz: Hit him! Punch him Obscene! Keith Oswalt: The bad blood between these two is overwhelming. They both true feel that the Syndicate Championship is theirs! Obscene then smiles, and simply goes back to his corner! Kid then looks over, just as Legend tags in Rich Hamilton. Rich gets into the ring, and charges Kid, but Kid ducks, and nails Rich with a jumping knee strike! Rich stumbles back, and bounces off the ropes, right into a dropkick. Kid picks up some momentum, and runs off the ropes…but Stevens brings them down, and Kid goes flying to the floor below!Callaway, post the word sarcasm in your show review. Legend wastes no time, and hops off the turnbuckle, kicking Kid’s face against the steel steps! He lifts up Kid, slams him against the apron, and tosses him back into the ring, making a title belt gesture moments after he does. Rich walks over, and egotistically pins Kid by standing on him… 1… 2… Kickout by Kid Flanagan! Rich lifts up Kid, and pushes him into his own corner, slamming him with a variety of fists and jabs. He tags in Stevens, who hops into the ring as Rich lifts up Kid for a backbreaker. He nails it, but keeps Kid up in the air, and Stevens grabs him, dropping him with a modified Silver Shot (Side Effect)! The crowd begins to get behind Kid as Stevens lifts him up, and slams him with a belly to belly suplex. Stevens continues to boot Kid around, before hearing Legend yell “Give the star at shot at him!” Stevens rolls his eyes, and tags in The Legend, who gets in the ring…only for Kid to throw an elbow at him! Kid begins to mount his offense, but Legend then rakes his eyes! Kid is about to fall, and Legend grabs him, slamming Kid with a Snap Underhook DDT! He kips up, and points towards Obscene, and then at Kid, almost signifying that this be the result of their match-up. Legend makes the cover… 1… 2… 3-Kickout by Kid Flanagan! Keith Oswalt: It’s interesting how The Legend only wants in when the opponent is seemingly down. Seems to be amusing The Illuminati . Eric Witz: He’s a closer, Keith. You don’t start with your best guy…you start with the loudest. Hence, Rich started the match. It’s basic wrestling Keith, and you should be ashamed for not knowing it… Legend rolls over, and tags in Stevens, as Legend mouths “I’m tired” to him. Stevens gets in the ring, and lifts up Kid, placing him on the turnbuckle. He gets up himself, but Kid begins to fight back, eventually knocking Stevens off the turnbuckle, and jumping off himself, hitting a modified cutter as he goes down! Both men begin to crawl back to their corners, and Kid tags in Callaway, while Stevens tags in Rich! The crowd goes crazy for Callaway, who jumps into the ring, and instantly hits a “Batman Elbow” (Spinning Elbow) on Rich, and knocks down both Legend and Stevens from the corner! He grabs Rich, and tries to Irish Whip him, but Rich reverses…and Callaway does right after with a Big Boot! Rich groggily stumbles, and bounces off the ropes, right into an Always Having An Angle Slam! The crowd is now in a fever, as Callaway stands in the corner. As Rich gets up, Callaway is about to kick him, but Stevens runs in, and Callaway kicks him instead! Callaway gets confused, and the momentary confusion, Rich grabs him, and is about to for a Headliner (Pedigree), but Kid runs in and nails Rich with a Kid Kick (Superkick)! However, Obscene just watches on, his mind seemingly blank as he stares at them. Callaway walks over, and is about to tag in Obscene…but Obscene hops off the turnbuckle! Keith Oswalt: Uh, where in the world does he think he’s going? Eric Witz: Obscene is leaving! This is great! Kid angrily goes against the ropes, telling at Obscene, who just seems immune to everything that’s going on. Meanwhile, Legend runs in, and throws Kid over the top rope, and looks at Callaway, who turns towards him. Legend goes for the Hollywood Nights (Rock Bottom), but Callaway elbows him in the side of the head, breaking the move. Legend stumbles off the ropes, and Callaway, ducks sending him on the apron. As Rich gets up, Legend tags himself in officially, and as he gets in, both Callaway and Kid nail him with a double superkick! Kid then throws himself on Rich, while Callaway covers Legend… 1… 2… 3! Ike Rose: Here are your winners, with a time of 15 minutes and 44 seconds…Stephen Callaway, Kid Flanagan…and, uh…Obscene? Keith Oswalt: No! Obscene walked out! Eric Witz: Still part of the match! See, says so on the dialog sheet we have...I mean....uh.... As Stephen Callaway holds his arms up triumphantly, the words of Oppenheimer boom from the arena speakers. “Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.” “Reise Reise” begins to boom as the Maschinen come through the curtain. Legend and Kid Flanagan stop brawling and everyone turns their attention to the entrance way. As Kaja barks out orders, Somba and Balraj enter the ring and glare at the five men occupying it.Eric Witz: Oh crap…this can’t be good. Keith Oswalt: In recent weeks, the Maschinen have been hounded by the men known as the Otbet. You’ve got to think they’re looking to blow off a little steam here… Before the Maschinen can land a blow, Shawn Stevens tries to hit Balraj from behind. It has little effect as the giant turns around and levels him with a quick chop to the skull. As Stevens hits the canvas with a thud, Kid Flanagan and Stephen Callaway decide to take advantage of the momentary distraction. They both rush Somba and begin pounding the Samoan with a flurry of punches. Somba responds by shoving them both down, sending the two bodies sprawling across the ring. As they survey the fallen bodies, the Maschinen notice that Legend is still standing. Eric Witz: Run away, Legend! Run away now! You don’t want to risk this! Look at Mickey Rourke! You don’t want to look like that! Together, the Maschinen advance towards Legend. The movie star backs into a corner, looking for an exit, but unable to find one. In a knee jerk decision, Legend charges at Somba. Somba thrusts a shoulder out and sends Legend to the canvas hard. He roars and lifts the man to his feet, drilling him with repeated headbutts. He tosses the dazed movie star to Balraj, who gorilla presses Legend over his head. Balraj walks around the ring, displaying his strength while Somba delivers a falling headbutt to Kid Flanagan. As the crowd stands in anticipation of Legend’s flight, Balraj tosses him through the announce table!Eric Waltz: Hey, careful! Someone could be hurt doing reckless moves like that! Keith Oswalt: Weren’t you praising Balraj for a similar move last week? Eric Waltz: Hey, he can toss men into the crowd all he wants…but that was way too close to injuring someone important! Namely; me. As Legend rolls around in pain, Balraj turns his attention to the Illuminati members. He peels the defeated Rich Hamilton from the canvas and lifts him into a torture rack. After taking a few steps, Balraj drops down with a huge Punjabi Backbreaker! Meanwhile, Somba has Stephen Callaway hooked in the Samoa Driver (Tiger Frosion). He holds Callaway for a moment, displaying his brute strength…before dropping the Scottish star on his head! The two men turn their attention to the Syndicate Champion.Keith Oswalt: Oh, come on! What did Kid Flanagan ever do to anyone?! Eric Witz: Clearly, you’ve never seen his films. Kick is ass, Germans! Balraj lifts the other movie star above his head as the crowd anticipates a similar fate to the one bestowed on Legend. Instead, Balraj drops him into a huge thumb spike from Somba! Kid Flangan, after receiving the Blitzkrieg Bomb, is out cold. As the carnage has gone on, Shawn Stevens managed to find his way to his feet after the brutal brain chop. He turns to exit the ring, but is met by Kaja Reinhardt. She slaps him across the face, causing him to turn around into the Maschinen. The men both lift him off his feet in a delayed spinebuster position. They turn around to notice a stirring Legend…and as the crowd collectively gasps, they toss Stevens from the ring with a huge spinebuster that causes him to land on Legend’s prone body.“Reise Reise” hits again as the Maschinen leave, satisfied with the destruction left in their wake. The crowd, as well as the announcers are speechless at the pile of broken bodies left behind. Well, everyone except Eric Witz.Eric Witz: Love them or hate them, you’ve got to admit that the Krieg put on a Hell of a show…come on, Keith…admit it…that was AWESOME! Oswalt merely shakes him head at his announcing partner.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:16:44 GMT -5
The scene switches to a backstage corridor, and Obscene walks down it with a fierce scowl on his face. A scowl that says he has an agenda. When he spots a stagehand up ahead, he rushes up to him and grabs him by the shoulders. It takes a few seconds for him to compose himself and free the helpless guy from his grip.
Stagehand: Wha-... what do you want?
Obscene: Sorry, I don't know what came over me. Do you know where I can find Kid Flanagan's locker-room? For the life of me, I can't remember where his locker room is.
The stagehand shakes his head vehemently.
Stagehand: No, no way. Not after what I've seen from you so far this week.
Obscene: Whatever do you mean?
Stagehand: I heard about what you did to your girlfriend. And you just walked out of your match!
Obscene: She had it coming to her.
Stagehand: And Flanagan doesn't?
Obscene: Kid and I are best buddies. It's The Legend who needs to watch out.
Stagehand: Sorry, I don't buy it.
Obscene reverts back to his original expression.
Obscene: Sucks for you then. Doesn't make any difference to me, I'm gonna find him.
Without giving the stagehand any more time to react, Obscene delivers a lightning quick headbutt that sends him to the floor. Both men rub their foreheads, but only the stagehand finds blood. Obscene steps forward and kicks him in the face.
Obscene: How does it feel to be right?
Obscene walks up the corridor, scanning the doors for Kid Flanagan's name.
Obscene: Where are you you ugly asshole...
In the corner of his eye, he sees two children of about six or seven - one boy, one girl - holding each other, cowering against the wall. They seen everything. Obscene looks down at them.
Obscene: Go fuck your mother. What the fuck does this look like? Sesame Steet?
He walks past them and resumes his hunt for Kid Flanagan.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:17:16 GMT -5
Ike Rose is standing in the middle of the ring, looking quite awkward with the microphone in his hands.Ike Rose: The following match-up is a Handicap Match, scheduled for one-fall! ”Dance with the Devil” plays, and Noble walks out to a mixed reaction. He seems a bit uncomfortable in his wrestling gear, the first time he’s done so in nearly six months. He walks to the ring, and looks out into the crowd.Ike Rose: Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds, and hailing from Orlando Florida…Kurt Noble! Jeremy Sterling walks out next, getting a more warm reaction than his Pride counterpart. He walks down, and he and Noble stare one another down.Ike Rose: Introducing next, weighing in at 220 pounds, and hailing from Sterling, Virginia…Jeremy Sterling! Keith Oswalt: This has to be the most anticipated match-up of the night Eric. These two enemies, the two Pride bosses, must work together to defeat the Valiant Champion. This is a match that really only Christian Kane could think of. Eric Witz: I know, he’s brilliant. He could have gone to Yale, you know. '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 their opponent, weighing in at- 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!? [/center] The crowd boos immensely, as Christian Kane steps out onto the ramp. He grins at Eagles, who appears quite unhappy about the whole situation. CK walks down, and sits at the commentators table.Christian Kane: What up small packages? Your resident Interim Valiant Champion is in the house! Just thought I’d come watch my masterpiece unfold. Speaking of coming, I- Keith Oswalt: Yes Christian, we’re happy to see you two… Eric Witz: Hey, you don’t treat the Champion like that! The bell rings, and Noble and Sterling awkwardly look at one another, as Eagles eyes CK suspiciously. Noble decides to go in first, and after a few moments, he and Eagles lock-up. Noble quickly locks in a headlock, which turns into a few fists to the back of Eagles neck. However, Eagles pushes Noble off the ropes, and hits him with a clothesline off the rebound. Noble looks surprised that he was caught off guard, but Eagles gives him little time to think, as he lifts up Noble, kicks him in the stomach, and nails him with a facebuster! Noble rolls out of the ring, already looking exhausted at the match pace, but Eagles then grabs the ropes, and flings himself over, taking out Noble! Sterling simply watches on, perfectly content with watching Noble get bruised up. Eagles throws Noble back in the ring, and tries to lift him up, but Noble drives a few shoulders into Eagles midsection. He grabs Eagles, and walks over, roughly tagging in Sterling. Sterling doesn’t react, and he and Noble stare one another down, before Eagles elbows Noble, and then grabs Sterling, flinging him into the ring! Eagles reacts quickly, dropkicking Noble out, before yelling “Not good enough you two!” Keith Oswalt: Josh Eagles is right. As good as they both are separately, if they want to beat a fresh, competitively driven Josh Eagles, they’re going to need to work a little bit harder than this. Christian Kane: Two heads are better than one, sucka….except when it comes to sex, and then- Keith Oswalt: Jesus, must everything coming out of your match be a sex reference? We’re trying to be a family show here! Jeremy gets up, and Eagles begins to pound on him, before Irish Whipping him. Both men run into one another, not taking the other down. Eagles once again yells “Try harder Sterling, this isn’t going to beat me!” Sterling then runs off the ropes, but meets a dropkick for his efforts! Both men quickly get up, and Eagles Irish Whips Sterling, but this time Sterling counters and slams Eagles with a neckbreaker! Sterling looks surprised at himself, but then remember he’s in a match. He lifts up the Valiant Champion, but Eagles breaks free and begins to pound harshly on Sterling, backing him into a corner. He Irish Whips Sterling who bounces off the turnbuckle, right into a jawbreaker! Sterling stumbles, and Eagles grabs him, going up on the turnbuckle for the Ancient History (Old School), but Noble comes over, and kicks the ropes, causing Eagles to fall onto the ropes, and then painfully back into the ring. Keith Oswalt: Well…not the cleanest teamwork in the world, but it’ll get the job done. Eric Witz: It’s not about how clean it is…just if you’re willing to do it to win. Christian Kane: Just like a woman. I’ll be here alllll night ladies. And I mean that. Sterling seems a bit shocked at Noble’s interference, but decides to go on anyway. He grabs Eagles, and lifts him up, hitting some knees to the Valiant Champion’s stomach. He then lifts him up for a powerslam, but Eagles slides behind him, and hits Sterling with a lungblower! After pulling himself up to the beat of a few cheers, Eagles lifts up Sterling, and slams him with the Eagles Wings (Celtic Cross)! Eagles makes the pin on Sterling… 1… 2… Kickout by Sterling! Noble simply watches on, just as Sterling did when he was outside the ring. Eagles grabs Sterling, and tries to lock in the Walls of Joshico, but Sterling kicks him away. Sterling rolls over, and unsuspectingly tags in Noble. Wasting no time, Noble rolls in, and gets dropped with a clothesline. He lifts up Noble, but Noble responds back with a few chops, before Irish Whipping Eagles, and dropping him with a belly to belly suplex. Noble gets up, and grabs his leg in pain, the old injury plaguing him. Eagles, post the word traumatic in your review. Noble limps over towards his own corner, and begins to attempt to reason with Sterling, telling him that two can work together here. Hesitantly, Noble tags in Sterling, who gets in the ring and drops a quick elbow on Eagles. Sterling lifts up Eagles, and drops him with a Half Nelson Slam. Sterling responds quickly with a Lionsault, pinning Eagles… 1… 2… Kickout by Josh Eagles! Keith Oswalt: It appears like Noble and Sterling are willing to work together…at least momentarily. Christian Kane: Well, this is going just like I planned! Aren’t I so cool, so smart, so sexy? And I really do think that last one is important for all the kids at home. You want to be successful? Look like this. Eric Witz: I love Christian Kane storytime! Sterling gets up, and tags Noble back in. Sterling drags Eagles over, and Noble goes for a moonsault…but Eagles rolls out of the way! Nobl crashes, gripping his leg in pain, and Sterling tires to grab Eagles, but he gets up quickly, and sends Jeremy flying over the top rope! Eagles, your second word is landing. Eagles then looks over, and grabs Noble, locking in the Walls of Joshico! Noble flails about, and reaches out for the ropes, but can’t reach them, and he taps out! Ike Rose: Here is your winner, via submission with a time of 8 minutes and 33 seconds…Josh Eagles! Before any of the commentators can speak, CK gets out of the ring, and grabs a chair. He rolls into the ring, and just as Eagles drops the move, CK slams him in the back with the chair! Eagles falls to one knee, and CK slams him again in the back with it. He then takes it like a bat, and smashes Eagles across the face, sending him down. CK then hits him one last time, before yelling for a title belt…and the microphone.Christian Kane: Now, I know what you’re all thinking in those coconut things attached to your neck…”Oh cool, CK attacks Eagles and stands over him with the title! Awesome ending! Favorite part of the show!” Well…not exactly. See, if you all remember, Baldy here had this little stipulation that he and I would pick each other’s matches week in and out. Well, he got to pick three of mine…but I only got to pick two of his. As far as I’m concerned, he’s being selfish…so I thought I’d pick the final match-up for Josh Eagles, before Winter Warfare, a statement I made last week after the show… CK points to the LCD TV over the ramp, and a voice can be heard through the intercom…Christian Kane (last week): What up rolls-o-fat? See, I think it’s about time I pick Josh Eagles last match-up. Next week, after his match-up against Kurt and Jezza, he is going to face…me, for the Valiant Championship!!!Keith Oswalt: Oh.My.God. CK…is going to steal a damn match-up right here for the title!!! NO! Eric Witz: Oh, now that’s clever. CK motions towards Chris Owens, who seems confused. He turns to look for Jeremy and Kurt, but both have been taken backstage for medical assistance. So...he rings the bell!Keith Oswalt: Don’t do it CK! DON’T DO IT! CK kicks over Josh, before lifting him up, and drilling him with a SuperSexyKick (Superkick)! Eagles falls, merely a lump on the canvas. With the crowd practically screaming, CK pins Josh Eagles… 1… 2.... Suddenly, CK gets pulled out of the ring by…The UWL Champion, Tic Tic! Keith Oswalt: What the Hell?!? That’s Tic Tic!! Good Lord, UWL is here! Eric Witz: Wait a second…he just helped Josh Eagles. Seriously, what is going on here?!? Tic Tic stares down CK, and Chris Owens signals for the match to be called off. CK, taking Tic Tic’s stare to be symbolic, jumps through the crowd, as Tic Tic turns his attention towards the ring, where Josh Eagles is attempting to stir, having been exhausted by the two “matches.” Tic Tic rolls into the ring, and as Eagles gets up, he gets nailed with a roaring elbow, taking him right now. Tic Tic takes the chair that was used before, and stands over Eagles, before slamming it down on his face! Keith Oswalt: WHERE IS PRIDE?!? OUT WORLD CHAMPION IS BEING BEATEN DOWN! Eric Witz: Hey, the cavalry is arriving! On the ramp, security runs out…but suddenly, as they cross the midsection of the ramp, four hooded man jump over the rail, and blast the three guards! They easily take the three Pride guards down, before pulling off their hoods…revealing themselves to be The War Machines!Keith Oswalt: Tic Tic brought the War Machines with him! WHERE IN THE HELL IS PRIDE?!? Eric Witz: Uhhh…not wanting to get in the middle of this, I suppose. Chris Strike, Travis Montgomery, Masamune, and Michael Sharp all continue to beat down on the three Pride wrestlers, as Tic Tic grabs the Valiant Title, and holds it over Eagles, with the UWL title over his other shoulder. Tic Tic holds them both into the air!Keith Oswalt: If a formal declaration of war had not been made, it has now. Jesus…they’ve taken out Josh Eagles, and taken over Pride! This is terrible! Eric Witz: And worst of all, Christian Kane bailed on Pride! But, in the end, he’s gotta do what’s best for him…and watching UWL destroy Josh Eagles in time for match would be the best thing. Josh Eagles can’t be healthy going into Winter Warfare. Keith Oswalt: I don’t know what to do. What can Pride do? How can a company that can’t even find its footing, one that’s on the verge of a civil war face off against UWL? Suddenly, the camera switches to backstage…
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 12, 2010 23:17:39 GMT -5
Backstage, Kurt Noble and Jeremy Sterling are watching the carnage unfold on a television as they’re being treated from their previous match-up. Jeremy Sterling is on the phone.
Jeremy Sterling: I don’t care how you do it, just get them out of my ring Goddamit…Jesus, what do you mean no one from Pride is around. Find someone!
Sterling angrily hangs up the phone, as Noble just watches the horror unfold. Sterling stands up, shoving the medical assistances away.
Jeremy Sterling: Josh was right earlier, wasn’t he? He saw this coming, and now it’s happened. UWL has officially invaded Pride, right under our noses. You think we would have been so sling as not even notice The War Machines had we not been bickering like little kids for weeks on end? You think we could have stopped this?!?
Kurt Noble: I…I don’t know.
Sterling sighs, and runs his hands through his hair.
Jeremy Sterling: Look Kurt…you and I don’t like each other’s vision for Pride. It’s tearing apart the roster, and it’s driving the fans away. They don’t want to see us. They want to see great wrestling, and the stories that really define wrestling companies. You and I will bury the hatchet one day…but for today, for the future, we need to work together. Pride WILL fall if we don’t.
Kurt Noble: So what do you propose? What can we do to save Pride?
Sterling takes a moment to think, before smiling a bit, looking at Josh Eagles through the TV.
Jeremy Sterling: Someone get Eagles. If he wants to lead Pride, I know exactly how he can.
Kurt Noble: And how’s that Jeremy?
Jeremy Sterling: You have to trust me on this Kurt. For one night…you have to trust me.
Both men stare one another down, before Noble’s eyes drift to the TV. He sees Tic, The War Machines, and the downed Valiant Champion. Finally, Noble speaks.
Kurt Noble: I’m in.
Sterling smiles, and says his next sentence very slowly…
Jeremy Sterling: The Kingdom of Pride is going to crash UWL’s Final Countdown.
Noble smiles, and before anything else can be said, the camera fades to black, ending the final Oblivion before Winter Warfare…
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