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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:29:57 GMT -5
Winter Warfare opens with the camera focusing on Jeremy Sterling and Kurt Noble, as they stand in the Pride locker-room. They are surrounded by the Pride roster, over forty members and growing. The looks on everyone’s faces tells the story…things are grim. UWL wants blood.
Jeremy Sterling: Good evening gentlemen. Tonight, is one of the most important events the Kingdom of Pride has ever hosted. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen of Pride, we stand on the drink of war. The Universal Wrestling League will be here tonight…but tonight’s not about them. Tonight is about all of you.
There is not so much as murmur, until Noble goes on.
Kurt Noble: In this room stand some of the best this industry has ever seen. Some of you may not be the best wrestlers, the best speakers, or even the best entertainers…but you are the best fighters in your field. Tonight, those men, women, and children are out here to see you fight the battle you’ve fought for so many years. Some of you, this is your life, and will be the most important thing you ever do. While Jeremy and I have been divided, tonight, we stand together…to watch you all wage war. To make history. To laugh in the faces of the companies that stand above us, that say “No, you can’t do this, with your 2 AM time slot and low production values.” You know what we have to say to them?
The room is silent, as the faces of the roster are scanned.
Kurt Noble: We say go to Hell! We say go fuck yourself! We say watch, because tonight, the Kingdom of Pride has arrived. You have ALL made it those this point, to this fight, for one shot. One shot to prove to EVERYONE out there that you are the best. That WE are the best, and we won’t take second fiddle to anyone. Not Jay Jefferson. Not Tic Tic. NO ONE.
Jeremy Sterling: Tonight is Winter Warfare, and that’s exactly what we want to see. Tonight is our war, and the most important night in the history of Pride. Make us proud, everyone…tonight’s your chance to shine. To fight. For Pride.
The wrestlers begin to clap, the dedication In their eyes shown.
Keith Oswalt: What a way to start Winter Warfare. Tonight truly is about the fight Eric.
Eric Witz: Kind of makes you wish we were In the ring, eh?
The scene fades out, as Winter Warfare begins…
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:30:26 GMT -5
WHISTLE WHILE YOU TWURK!
GO HEAD AND START AND MAKE THAT PUSSY FART AND WHISTLE WHILE YOU TWURK!
*While the Ying Yang Twins offensive rap about female anatomy blares through the PA System,
Bruce Leroy comes out wearing his bamboo hat and GI suit, prancing down the rampway busting out The Charleston all over the place.
Suddenly, following behind are Jerome and Jing walking side by side with confident smug looks, Jungle Fever hanging her arms around the waist
of Jing as if she's his slave, meanwhile Sydewayz is strattling the chest of Jerome who is seen drinking from a bottle of colt 45 liquor in one arm, carrying his woman in the other.
The entire faction of Spooks and Gooks makes their merry way to the ringside area, Leroy continuing The Charleston inside the ring as the team gets ready for the match.*
Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Jing, Leroy, Sydewayz, and Jungle Fever, Jerome!
"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 first opponent, from Falkirk, Scotland, weighing in at 230 pounds, Stuart Cage!
The heavy riff intro of "Shake your Blood" by Probot hits the speakers as the crowd rocket in unison to their feet. Up in arms, the loyal "brothers and sisters" of gearhead sensation Eddie Nash boom their support as the man himself walks out of the curtain dressed in full leathers. Eddie grins as his adoring fans roar with delight, making Eddie's ego almost as big as Lemmie's moles. He saunters down the ramp high-fiving the fans while focusing his entire attention on the ring as Lemmie's lyrics kick in. He slides into the ring and bounces to his feet, throwing a fist in the air as he does this causing a synonymous "FUCK YEAH!" to erupt from the fans. Again Eddie throws up a fist as he slips out of his jacket and awaits his opponent's challenge with the music now starting to die down.
Ike Rose: And the final combatant in this match, making his debut in Kingdom of Pride, weighing in at 245 pounds, from Knoxville, Tennessee, he is “The King of the Road” Eddie Nash!
Eric Witz: So here we have two guys who’ve yet to win a match in KoP and then Eddie Nash who’s making his debut. Should be a blast… Yawn.
Keith Oswalt: Must you tear everything down? This is a match where all three men would heavily profit from a win, and a loss for either Jerome or Stuart Cage could spell the end of their time here in KoP.
Eric Witz: Go Eddie Nash, go!
As the bell rings, Eddie Nash eyes both of his opponents before Stuart Cage looks across to Jerome and both nod at each other, signifying their intention to take the biggest man out first. Sprinting towards Eddie Nash, Nash is able to duck under Stuart’s lariat and gets behind him, beginning to take him out with a barrage of elbow strikes and punches. Finally knocking Cage into the corner, Eddie Nash delivers a brutal kick to Cage’s stomach to take him down to a seated position. Now looking at Jerome, who’s held off on his attack, Nash smiles, shaking his head at Jerome. Trying to scramble out of the ring, Jerome tries to get away from Nash, but is unable to do so as Nash grabs the man by the back of the head and pulls him towards him. Turning around and shaking his head at Nash, Jerome tells Nash to look as he now attacks the downed Cage, laying boots into him.
Amused by Jerome’s ruthless turning on his former “partner”, Nash waits for Jerome to finish the strikes and look for acceptance from Nash, but instead of receiving an approving nod from Nash, Jerome eats a lariat! Lifting Jerome back to his feet, Nash kicks him in the stomach to double him over before cracking his forearm down over Jerome’s back. Now hooking both of Jerome’s arms, Nash lifts Jerome up and driving him head first into the mat with a double arm DDT. Now flipping Jerome over, Nash goes for a cover,
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Stuart Cage breaks the cover up! Staying atop of Nash, Stuart Cage brawls with the man, throwing forearms at him. Finally getting up to his feet, Cage pulls Nash up and throws Nash to the ropes. As Nash hit’s the ropes and rebounds, he goes for a running polish hammer, but Stuart Cage reacts quickly and ducks underneath the move and dropkicks Nash in the back, sending him over the ropes with the added momentum. Getting back to his feet, Cage now stalks his prey in Jerome, ready to beat him down one on one.
Keith Oswalt: Impressive reaction time by Cage as he dropkicks Eddie Nash over the ropes.
Eric Witz: Even more impressive is that Eddie Nash has been dominating this match up until the point. You know why? Because his opponents are awful.
Keith Oswalt: You realize you’re not helping build anybody up with that commentary, right?
Eric Witz: It’s only the opener, why should I build people up?
Keith Oswalt: Because these guys could be our future main eventers?
Eric Witz: Stuart Cage has lost every match he’s been in and Jerome is terribly offensive and will never be on a KoP poster. The only hope here is Eddie Nash, and he’s on the outside of the ring right now. Bright future we have.
Keith Oswalt: Sometimes I wonder what Sterling saw in you so many years ago…
Staying behind Jerome as Jerome rises to his feet, Stuart Cage pounces on top of him grasping him from behind before lifting Jerome up off the mat and hit’s a belly to back suplex, dropping Jerome on the top of his shoulders. After hitting this Stuart Cage gets back up to his feet, pulling Jerome by the head as he does so. Not trying to let reverse him, Cage pulls Jerome’s head in close and almost instantly throws Jerome over his head with a big snap suplex. Rolling out, Cage quickly gets back up to his feet and looks to the outside, seeing Eddie Nash beginning to get back to his feet. Holding the apron, Eddie Nash pulls himself up to his feet. As he does this though, Stuart Cage runs at him and hits him with a baseball slide, knocking Nash back into the barricades as he slides out of the ring himself.
Now grabbing Nash by the back of the head, Cage knees Nash in the stomach before taking his head and driving it into the steel barricade. Trying to bust Nash open, Cage throws a big right hand at him before kicking him in the stomach and grinning while putting his arm around Nash’s head before lifting him up over his head. Showing off his strength, Cage holds Nash above his head for several seconds while turning around and looking at the crowd, taunting them. Turning back around now, Stuart Cage gets ready to drop Nash over the barricade with a suplex, but as he gets ready to do this, Jerome has recovered in the ring and sprints at the ropes and dives through them, hitting a huge spear on Stuart Cage, knocking him over the barricade as Nash falls into the crowd!
Keith Oswalt: Good lord!
Eric Witz: Finally, something interesting by that stereotypical black man!
Keith Oswalt: If I wasn’t so impressed, I might be offended, but, damn that was cool!
Eliciting a major pop from the crowd for the big move, Jerome gets back, running of full adrenaline as his posse all crowds him, screaming in excitement for him as he climbs onto the steel barricade and raises his arms over his head, embracing the crowd as he watches his downed opponents. Lifting Stuart Cage up now, Jerome throws him over the barricade back onto the floor before lifting him up again and tossing him into the ring. Showing off his ability to jump, Jerome hops up onto the apron before leaping up onto the top rope and doing a springboard 450 splash, Jerome crashes down on top of Stuart Cage, covering him in the process,
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Kick out!
Amazed that Stuart Cage could kick out of the move, Jerome squeezes his fists as he lifts Cage back up and whips him off to the ropes. Hitting the ropes while appearing totally dazed, Stuart Cage runs back at Jerome, but as he does this, Jerome rockets off a huge superkick, knocking Cage down to the mat! Again going for a cover, Jerome drops atop of Cage and hooks his leg,
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Eddie Nash breaks the cover up!
After breaking the cover, Nash, Cage, and Jerome all lay out on the match, breathing heavily from the toll the match has taken on their body. Referee Chris Owens checks on all three men, trying to see whether they have the ability to go forward and as he checks on Nash, Nash is slowly pulling himself to his feet, now appearing to fight more on instinct rather than planning anything out. Dazed and confused, Nash leans against the ropes trying to recover as Jerome pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes. Once both men are on their feet, Jerome stumbles out to the center of the ring, and while he’s here, Nash goes to throw off the Shotgun Blues (Surprise Superkick), but Jerome ducks underneath this, getting behind Nash now. As Nash turns around, Jerome goes for his own superkick on Nash, but here Nash ducks underneath the move and using his instincts runs off the ropes and just as Jerome turns around Nash annihilates him with the Drop the Hammer (Spear)!
Keith Oswalt: Fantastic counter by Eddie Nash as he lays Jerome out with the Drop the Hammer! It could easily be over here!
Eric Witz: That reversed superkick into the spear was pretty cool, I have to admit that.
Laying Jerome out, Nash looks at Stuart Cage and kicks him out of the ring before going for a cover on Jerome,
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3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 9 minutes and 45 seconds, “The King of the Road” Eddie Nash!
Keith Oswalt: Incredibly hard fought match by all three men, but in the end it’s the newcomer Eddie Nash that gets the win. If you ask me, that man has title holder written all over him.
Eric Witz: Really? All I see is opener written all over him, but I guess that could change. I mean you were a wrestler.
Keith Oswalt: What are you implying?
Eric Witz: Nothing.
Keith Oswalt: Whatever. Anyways, the night’s only just begun and we still have nine more incredible matches to go.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:30:45 GMT -5
T’was the night before Christmas, and asleep in the dumpster
Weasel dreamed of his ex and the reasons he dumped her
She ignored his friend Gronk and didn’t seem to care
And that two-timing bitch made his bank account bare
Gronk also nestled on a bag of old fries
In his head, he dreamed of punching out rich guys
As the Hobos did shiver in the cool winter breeze
There was a loud crash in the Tennessee trees
A painful yell called out, followed by some clatter
Weasel threw up his arms and screamed “What the fuck’s the matter?!”
He lifted his head and peered through the side door
Where he saw a battered reindeer, followed by eight more
Behind them was a fat man, sporting a shiner
Weasel rolled his tired eyes and screamed “Don’t be a whiner”
“I’m not whining,” the man replied, clutching his face
“It could be worse, after all…I’ve been maced”
“Tell me about it,” Weasel grumbled. “Those spray cans are quick”
Then he realized who it was… “Wait a minute, you’re that fatass! St. Nick!”
“The kids all leave cookies,” Santa frowned at the mean name
“My failed diet is their fault! They should shoulder the blame!”
“Well I ate leftovers trash,” Weasel sadly recalled
“This morning I ate some moldy meatballs.’
“Lunch was rotten Arby’s, dinner was Burger King…’
“And then for dessert…we had this weird chocolate thing.”
“But that’s just me, don’t get me started on this guy,”
Pointed at Gronk, he mumbled. “He dined on a horse fly.”
“Why, that’s awful,” Santa said. “Can I offer you cookies?”
“I’d rather have cash,” Weasel admitted. “I’m in trouble with some bookies.”
“You’ve been a good boy?” Santa asked, suddenly concerned
“Like it matters,” Weasel laughed. “This I have learned…”
“Good or bad, everyone gets presents. It’s a secret I’ve found.”
Santa scrunched up his nose and just turned around
“You’re some kind of brat,” Santa said with a frown
“But it’s Christmas and I can’t let poor Gronk down.”
Santa walked over to Gronk and patted his back
“What do you wish for, my boy? What do you lack?”
Gronk’s eyes began to twinkle, his smile became merry
Nobody expected this joy from a beast oh so hairy
Without the use of words, his wish he must show
With a large, dirty finger; he drew boobs in the snow!
“Not a home? Not food?” Santa surprisingly exclaimed
“There’s so many things to wish for, even a proper name!”
“Oh, how little you know,” Weasel poked Santa’s belly
“My main man Gronk has a crush on a stripper named Kelly”
“I must admit, I prefer brunettes myself’
“Now show us the boobies, you jolly old elf.”
In a moment that Santa feared he would dread
He teleported the Hobos with a twitch of his head
“He did it! It worked!” Weasel was giddy
“Come on, Gronk! Let’s see some titties!”
Back at the dumpster, Santa turned up his nose
“What a waste of a gift that poor Hobo chose.”
A brunette caught Weasel’s eyes and caused him to drool
Santa was out delivering toys instead? What a fool.
As Gronk cuddled Kelly, everything just felt right
“Merry fuckin’ Christmas,” Weasel yelled. “Let’s get laid tonight!”
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:31:36 GMT -5
Eric Witz: Next up, we have a Special Olympics qualifier.
Keith Oswalt: Oh, come on now…
Eric Witz: I’m sorry, it’s two developmental teams. Do you actually want me to hype them?
*Before Witz can continue to bury them, "Digital Get Down" hits. Misty prances out wearing a hot little Miss Claus number. Mark follows in a Santa cap, checking out her fine behind and licking his giant chops. Frank shuffles out, seemingly embarrassed by his elf hat, and waves to the fans, the situation a little too awkward for him. Misty grabs both of their junk and leads them to the ring for the match.*
Ike Rose: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 570 lbs, they are MMF! Misty, Mark and Frank!
Eric Witz: I take it all back. This match was 100% worth it just to see Mandy in that outfit.
Keith Oswalt: Misty…Her name is Misty
Eric Witz: Oh…whatever. I’m not screwing her, I don’t need to know what her name is.
*“Tiempo” begins to play…prompting the referee to start an immediate ten count.*
Ike Rose: And now, possibly entering the ring…at a combined weight of 250 pounds, they are the Last Minute Luchadores!
Eric Witz: Here we go again…
*Surprisingly, the Luchadores enter comparatively quickly. However, due to the referee’s automatic 10 county, they barely slide in by the count of 7!*
Keith Oswalt: That wasn’t too painful, now, was it?
Eric Witz: …no comment.
Wanting to impress Misty, Frank starts the match against the red-and-green attired Deadline Bomber. They circle each other, not wanting to make the first mistake. Finally, the Deadline Bomber drops to a knee and uses his arm to sweep Frank’s legs out from under him. He goes for a quick pinfall.
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Frank powers out, as he wasn’t about to be caught off guard that early in the match. He rolls back to his feet and ties up with his masked opponent. After a stalemate on the test of strength, Frank drives a knee into the Bomber’s stomach. Bomber staggers backwards, allowing Frank to do a forward roll and clothesline the luchadore to the canvas. Frank turns to the crowd and holds both arms up, drawing a modest pop and a “fuck me now” glance from Misty.
Eric Witz: What’s this moron doing? Go for the tag!
Keith Oswalt: Cut the kid some slack, will you, Eric? It’s his first ever match and I don’t believe he’s had any training.
Eric Witz: Wait…we’ve got an untrained guy in the ring who’s too stupid to even know the importance of a pinfall? That’s it….I quit.
Mark sighs and tags himself in, forcing Frank to the outside. By now, the Bomber has recovered from the clothesline and is on his feet, waiting for the giant to enter the ring. As soon as Mark does, Bomber dropkicks him in the knee. Mark falls to one knee, vulnerable, as the Deadline Bomber springboards off the middle rope and hits a moonsault on the kneeling Mark! Bomber kips up and does a forward roll, tagging Sandbago into the match! Sandbago springs off the top rope and hits a springboard 450 splash to the downed MMFer! Before the referee can stop him, Bomber hits another moonsault that connects. As Mark is reeling from the high flying barrage, Sandbago makes the pin!
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And Mark tosses the luchadore off of him. Mark’s face is red with frustration as he grabs Sandbago by the arm pits and simply tosses him back-first into the turnbuckle! Mark thrusts his giant hips into Sandbago’s midsection three times before stepping back to admire his work. He looks at Misty outside of the ring and gives her a big wink, which practically makes her melt. To polish it off, Mark drives a big roaring elbow into the skull of Sandbago. The Luchadore collapses and Mark goes for the pinfall, holding the smaller opponent across the throat.
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Sandbago puts his foot weakly on the ropes, barely escaping the dreaded elbow from the depths of Hell.
Eric Witz: Wow, this Mark guy really knows how to wrestle. What’s he doing with this Frank guy as a partner?
Keith Oswalt: If you must know, Frank and Misty are an item and Mark is a prospective…third wheel.
Eric Witz: So basically he’s babysitting the dorky kid so he can get laid later? …Ok, I don’t blame him.
Mark stands up, pleased at the utter destruction caused by his elbow. He looks over at Frank and asks, “You want in?” Frank looks down at Misty, who’s practically eye-fucking the shit out of Mark, and makes the tag! Frank hops over the top rope and begins weakly kicking at Sandbago. Beating a downed man seems to bore Misty. Using the wrong head, Frank decides to let Sandbago get up and retreat to his corner, bringing in the fresh Deadline Bomber! And the Bomber enters the ring like a CASA EN FUEGO~! The Luchadore drills Frank square in the face with a spinning heel kick! Frank pops right back up, only to be armdragged across the ring by the Bomber! Once more, Frank pops up to receive more punishment. The Deadline Bomber grabs Frank and slams him to the canvas with a Northern Lights Suplex.
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Frank manages to kick out.
Eric Witz: Well, letting the beaten man tag out…great move by the rookie.
Keith Oswalt: He merely wanted to show Mark and Misty that he was capable of handling a fresh opponent.
Eric Witz: How about he shows them he’s not a moron first?
The Bomber kips up and flashing a rotating hand taunt to the crowd, who pop at the thought of a high flying maneuver. The Clock Challenge Cruiserweight hops to the top rope and waits as Frank slowly gets to his feet. The Bomber flips off, landing on Frank’s shoulders and driving him to the mat. Bomber hooks a leg…
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And the Bomber releases the hold as Misty jumps to the arena, shaking what the good Lod gave her inches away from the Luchadore’s face. The distraction allows Frank to hook the Bomber’s leg and roll him up with a school boy!
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And the Deadline Bomber kicks out.
Eric Witz: Wow, the Deadline Bomber is the luckiest man alive.
Keith Oswalt: What are you talking about? Misty just cost him what could have been a victory.
Eric Witz: But he got the moral victory in my book.
The Bomber springs to his feet, annoyed that the distraction nearly cost him the match. He decks Frank with a stiff kick that nearly removes Frank’s head from his body. This sentence is filler. Point it out in the review topic. With Frank out cold, Bomber goes over and tags Sandbago. The two men point to the roof, causing the fans to go crazy for some spot monkey shananigans. First, Bomber leaps to the turnbuckle and hits a corkscrew moonsault onto Frank. He rolls off as Sandbago follows up with a big guillotine leg drop. The Bomber plants himself onto Frank with a standing shooting star press. As a hopeful finishing blow, El Sandbago rolls Frank up with a La Magistral Cradle.
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And Mark’s boot knocks Sandbago the heck off.
Eric Witz: Shame, watching this moron get every high spot in the book thrown at him was amusing.
Keith Oswalt: You’re an ass.
Eric Witz: Why? At least something that Frank idiot did entertained me…even if it was getting his ass kicked.
Mark grabs the Bomber by the mask and tosses him out of the ring, turning his focus to Sandbago. The referee, intimidated by Mark’s size, doesn’t eject him from the action. With a guttural roar, Mark plants Sandbago with another roaring elbow from Hell. The smaller opponent drops like he’s been shot in the balls with a pump shotgun. Mark lifts Frank off the mat and raises him over his head into a gorilla press slam! Misty watches in awe as Mark flips her boyfriend over, dropping him firmly across El Sandbago’s chest for a pinfall.
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Ike Rose: Your winner, at a time of 6 minutes and 19 seconds, MMF!
Eric Witz: ……Wow. They won.
Keith Oswalt: And Frank gets the pinfall!
Eric Witz: Ah, but look what he didn’t get…
As Frank catches his breath in the ring, Misty leaps into Mark’s arms while celebrating the big win. She puts the Santa hat back on his oversized head and gives him a kiss on the cheek…as Frank pouts on the mat, unable to truly enjoy his victory.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:32:05 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 scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first, from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 170 pounds, accompanied to the ring by his manager Skeeter Butts, Esix Cordero!
‘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: And his opponent, weighing in at 243 pounds, from The Church of St. David, “The Messiah” Morgan Jones!
Keith Oswalt: Should be another exciting match up as these two strikers go against each other.
Eric Witz: You’re going to call Esix Cordero a striker? He’s far above that caliber. That man is a knock-out artist.
Keith Oswalt: I suppose you have me there, but it should be interesting to see whether or not he can knock out Morgan Jones, who impressed last week after his win over Stuart Cage.
As the bell rings, Esix Cordero walks cautiously to the center of the ring to meet his opponent Morgan Jones in the center. Throwing a few punches to feel his opponent out, Jones dodges the punches before throwing a few of his own. While putting all of his weight behind his punches, Esix Cordero takes his MMA knowledge into account as he rushes forward, ducking under a punch and pulling Morgan down to the ground, mounting himself on top of him. Flying forward, Esix Cordero drives his elbow into Morgan’s face, attempting to bust him open early in the match. Following the big elbow strike, Morgan Jones gets his arms up to defend himself, but this provides another opening for Esix as he grabs Morgan’s arm and locks him into a key lock, hyper extending Morgan’s deltoid in the process.
Trying to force an early submission, Esix Cordero holds the key lock in while lifting his legs up and finally driving them down knees first into Morgan’s arm, almost forcing the arm to snap in half against the pressure! Grinning after doing this and watching Morgan roll in pain, Esix Cordero lifts him back up to his feet and lands a few knee strikes in the close clutch. After this, Esix Cordero throws his opponent to the ropes and as Morgan comes back at him, Esix Cordero throws a spinning heel kick, landing it right in Morgan’s face, making him drop to the mat. Now going for a cover, Esix appears to have the match totally in his favor,
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Despite the abuse he’s taken early in the match, Morgan appears to have plenty of energy left in him as he kicks out before two. Despite the kick out, Esix Cordero mounts himself back on top of Morgan and finally throws a big strike, going for a knock out shot on Morgan, however at this moment, Morgan dodges the punch, uses his core strength to sit up and tosses Esix Cordero off of him, and putting Esix in a mount of his own. Throwing three devastating punches, Morgan Jones finally gets back up to his feet, pulling Esix with him. From here, Morgan Jones hit’s a forearm on Esix before whipping him off to the ropes and as Esix rebounds, Morgan catches him with a big lariat, knocking him down to the mat.
Keith Oswalt: That’s something I guarantee Esix Cordero isn’t used to. Being hit with lariat’s and other wrestling moves while refusing to use them on an opponent is a major disadvantage to Esix.
Eric Witz: You know, he hasn’t really shown that in the past, seeing as how he seems to just knock people out.
Keith Oswalt: I don’t think he’ll be able to do that against Morgan Jones, I think this time he’s going to have to get a traditional wrestling pinfall or submission victory on Jones.
Eric Witz: Just watch, a few elbows and Morgan Jones will be knocked out just like Travis Montgomery after a match with Tic Tic.
Keith Oswalt: Did you just advertise UWL? You know you’ll be fired for that right?
Eric Witz: Eh, Jezza and I are on pretty good terms, I don’t think he’ll Chris Hart me.
Keith Oswalt: Jezza? What? Nevermind, let’s just get back to the match.
Following the lariat, Morgan Jones stomps repeatedly on Esix Cordero before lifting him up from the ground and pounding him with knees to double him over. After the knees, Morgan grabs Esix by the neck before hitting him with a snap swinging neckbreaker, cracking Esix neck into his shoulder in the process. Holding his neck, Esix tries to scramble away from Morgan, but is unable to do so as Morgan grabs him by the throat and pulls himself and Esix back up to his feet. Taking Esix by the throat, Morgan tosses Esix into a corner turnbuckle and now backs away from Esix as Esix leans in the corner, regaining his composure. While Esix is busy recovering, Morgan Jones blitzes towards Esix and hits him with a huge yakuza kick in the corner!
Making Esix’s head whiplash in the corner, Morgan Jones now takes Esix by the back of the head and runs forward driving Esix into the mat with a bulldog. Grinning after this combination, Morgan Jones goes for a quick cover on Esix,
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Getting up after the kick out, Morgan Jones grabs Esix and pulls him up with him and after this, Morgan Jones throws Esix Cordero to the ropes and as Esix Cordero bounces off the ropes and rebounds towards Morgan, Morgan gets behind him and locks a sleeper hold in deep on Esix Cordero, trying to have his opponent’s energy drained from him. Squeezing tightly as Esix struggles to get out of the hold, Esix’s body slowly falls to the mat as the energy fades out of him, but right before Morgan can get Morgan to drop into a seated position, Esix appears to have a surge of energy and instead of trying to fight his way out of the hold, he shoots up before jumping up and sitting out, hitting Morgan with a version of a stunner!
Knocking Morgan off of him, Esix now gets back to his feet and as Morgan charges at him, Esix throws a huge high kick, but Morgan stops short of Esix’s leg and as Esix lowers his leg, Morgan nails him with a big elbow strike, knocking him back a few steps. Stumbling back, Esix shakes his head to regain his focus and again runs at Morgan, but this time, Morgan kicks Esix in the stomach before doubling his arms and throwing Esix over with a butterfly suplex! Reacting off of instinct, Esix holds his back as he fights back up to his feet and looks at Morgan Jones, who has also gotten back up. Meeting in the middle of the ring, Morgan Jones again kicks Esix in the stomach, however instead of being able to hit another move on Esix, Esix fires up this time with a big right hand, landing it right on the point of Morgan’s jaw.
Keith Oswalt: Esix’s is showing signs of life!
Eric Witz: I’m telling you, one elbow shot and it’s over.
Keith Oswalt: No UWL plug this time?
Eric Witz: Well, there wasn’t going to be one until you decided to plug them. Good job champ, hope you enjoy unemployment.
Keith Oswalt: I hate you.
Eric Witz: Love you too, buddy. Now can we get back to the action? You know, actually do our jobs?
Backing Morgan away from him, Esix now waits for Morgan to charge him, and once he does, Esix sweeps Morgan’s legs from underneath him, knocking him to the ground. Pulling his opponent up from the ground, Esix, almost as soon as Morgan is on his feet, nails Morgan with the Norris’d (Roundhouse kick to the temple)! Dropping to the mat lifelessly after this shot, Esix grins as he once more pulls Morgan up to his feet, but almost as soon as he does, Esix spins around before catching Morgan with a huge spinning elbow to Morgan’s temple. Falling flat to the mat, Esix looks at the referee, who seems to refuse to call an end to the match. Simply grinning, Esix walks behind Morgan before propping him up and beginning to repeatedly elbow him in the face. Listening to the crowd chant, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25!” The referee finally decides to call for the bell, declaring Morgan Jones incapable of continuing!
Ike Rose: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed that at 7 minutes and 33 seconds, the referee has determined Morgan Jones incapable of continuing, and thus, by technical knockout, the winner of the match is Esix Cordero!
Eric Witz: Morgan Jones just got Travis Montgomery’d 26 times over! Good God that was intense!
Keith Oswalt: 26 consecutive elbow strikes before the referee finally decided Morgan Jones was incapable of continuing. Hell of a way to go out, definitely shows Morgan’s toughness.
Eric Witz: I’m calling it now, Esix Cordero vs. Tic Tic, battle of the elbows.
Keith Oswalt: I’m not even commenting on that. Nonetheless, hell of a battle between these two men and in the end it’s Esix Cordero that takes home the victory, again by knock out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:32:32 GMT -5
KpP's camera peeks through a small crack in a door. Rich Hamilton is seen sitting by himself in his locker room. We see Shawn Stevens' coat and Rob Venom's jacket behind him. This is obviously the locker room of THE ILLUMINATI! A ringtone is heard as Hamilton pulls out his Samsung Vibrant Android Smartphone™.
Rich Hamilton: Hamilton, speak to me.
Voice: What are you doing?
Rich Hamilton: Sitting in my locker room, why?
Voice: No, what are you doing with that thing I told you about?
Rich Hamilton: Oh
Hamilton falters as he stand up and begins to pace.
Rich Hamilton: I need some time to think about it.
Voice: No, you need to figure it out now and you need to do it tonight.
Rich Hamilton: Well, what if I tell you I think it's a bad idea.
Voice: It's not. Remember, we all agreed.
Rich Hamilton: You're right, we did. Fine, it goes down.
Voice: I'll see you later on.
Rich Hamilton: Bye.
The cameraman coughs and Rich runs towards the door and kicks it closed. The cameraman gets flung to the floor. We fade to black.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:32:54 GMT -5
'Remedy' by Cold plays and Stephen Callaway and Missy step through the curtain. They stand back to back Callaway does a V1 prayer with his nose between his first two fingers, Missy holds her hands together in a gun shape like Charlie's Angels. The moment the two have got their taunt in place the smoke machine sends a cloud upwards behind them. As they walk to the ring, Callaway does his best to look intimidating while Missy walks, almost dancing behind him. Callaway walks up the steps and through the ropes while Missy sits on the turnbuckles and rolls in like Beth Phoenix. Once in the ring they stand side by side, Callaway doing his V1 Prayer and Missy holding her two pinkies together in the shape of an S.
Ike Rose: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 234 pounds, and hailing from Sacramento, California…accompanied by Missy…Stephen Callaway!
Keith Oswalt: Stephen Callaway is really a competitor that has just been shot to the moon the past few weeks. Perhaps Epic Angle disbanding actually worked in his favor…but once again, he finds himself against an Illuminati member.
Eric Witz: I guarantee, name something, anything at all, and Stephen Callaway is better at it than you. I saw it on the Internet, so it’s true, definitely.
All of the lights in the Arena go dark as one single spotlight shines in front of the entrance curtain. As “Not Going Away” by Ozzy Osbourne begins to start up, Rich Hamilton appears out of the curtain and steps into the vicinity of the spotlight. Rich looks around and scans the crowd a bit. The crowd is booing loudly as Rich Hamilton arrogantly walks to the ringside area. Rich walks up the ring steps slowly and then enters the ring via the middle rope. He quickly runs up to the middle rope of the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms above his head. He flips off the crowd before jumping down and running the ropes a bit.
Ike Rose: And introducing next, hailing from Manhattan, New York…Rich Hamilton!
Keith Oswalt: The Illuminati have made it very clear that they have no targets or grudges in Pride, only ways in which to get their demands met…apparently, having Rich dismantle Stephen Callaway is a way to get that done.
Eric Witz: Yeah…except for the fact that losing to Rich doesn’t quite fit Stephen Callaway’s angle. Oh, sorry.
The bell rings, and Stephen Callaway hesitantly faces Rich, who has a mile long grin across his face. The two men begin to circle about, before Callaway stops. He comes forward, and extends his hand towards Rich, who stops and yells “Are you freaking serious?” Rich comes forward, and looks at his hand…before spitting in Callaway’s face!
Keith Oswal: Well, Rich Hamilton never has been too polite about handling his opponents in Pride, now has he? Spitting in Callaway’s face probably isn’t going to help that.
Eric Witz: Callaway’s so hot I’m surprised the spit didn’t turn into steam…and then cancer eliminating goodliness upon hitting his face.
Callaway reaches up, and wipes off the spit, looking as tactful as ever. The two men begin to circle about the ring, before going in for a rather aggressive lock-up. Rich tries to push Callaway in the corner, but can’t, and gets frustrated as he pulls away, breaking the lock. They go in again, and this time, Rich locks in a headlock on Callaway, before going against the ropes. Callaway pushes him off, but Rich rebounds off the ropes with a more than aggressive shoulder bump. Rich stops, and smiles, before he runs against the ropes. In defense, Callaway rolls, but Rich simply kicks him in the ribs, before going down and abusing Callaway with punches, yelling “where’s the angle now, bitch?” in his ear. Chris Owens pulls Rich away, but he simply pushes Owens away and nails Callaway with a kick to the ribs, upsetting Missy outside the ring. Rich stands back again, as Callaway tries to bring himself up. Rich charges him again for a kick, but Callaway nails him with a spear to take him down!
Callaway begins to nail Rich with his own set of hands, and Rich bails out of the ring, but Callaway is quick on his heels. He hammers Rich in the back, but Rich pushes him away, and grabs Missy! He throws her by the hair in front of Callaway, who reacts, and Rich runs forward, nailing Callaway with a running high knee. He throws Callaway back into the ring, but Missy grabs him in anger. He throws her aside, before pulling out a dollar bill, and throwing it at her, yelling “cry on that, bitch.”
Eric Witz: Rich Hamilton is certainly the kind of person that would carry around money to the ring, isn’t he?
Keith Oswalt: I suppose he’s also the sort of person that would use a woman as a means to distract his opponent!
Eric Witz: Well…it was Callaway’s woman, not one of Rich’s many. There is a difference you know…
Callaway gets up, but is immediately hit with a series of chops from Rich, before Irish Whipping Callaway…who bounces off the turnbuckle with a fierce elbow to the face of Rich, taking him down! Callaway lifts up Rich, and throws him into the corner, before charging in himself, but Rich ducks, and drops Callaway with a reverse DDT! Acting instinctively, Rich holds on with a dragon sleeper, trying to wear out Callaway, who fights back. He’s barely able to pull himself, and swings his elbows rapidly, before backing Rich into a corner! Rich slams off the turnbuckle, and Callaway continues to slam him, that is until Rich reaches over the ropes, and uses the momentum to throw Callaway to the floor below, holding onto the apron himself. Callaway gets up, as Rich tries to keep his footing. Callaway slams some shots on Rich’s back, before climbing up on the apron. Callaway backs up, and goes in for an amazingly balanced Calsi Kick (Superkick),l but Rich ducks it, and as Callaway nearly falls of, Rich jumps and hits a huge bulldog on Callaway’s face right into the steel steps!!!
Both men lye on the mats outside, until Rich gets up, and throws Callaway into the ring. He climbs in himself, and pins Callaway…
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Kickout by Stephen Callaway!
Keith Oswalt: Close kickout by Stephen Callaway! The frustration is incredibly clear on Rich’s face. While Rich is known for having some tremendously long matches under his belt, he’s preferred to keep his matches a bit shorter this far in Pride. That bulldog into the steps nearly did it.
Eric Witz: Oh, Rich can go for a while alright…if you know what I mean.
Rich swears under his breath, before slapping the back of Callaway’s head in frustration. He then kicks Callaway’s head against the ropes, and begins to choke him with his foot, making Callaway look even dizzier than normal. Rich drags Callaway up, and Irish Whips him, but Callaway dodges a clothesline, and responds back with his own clothesline! The crowd pops for Callaway, who nails Rich with a big boot when he gets up, followed by an Everything Goes (Bodyslam into reverse DDT)! Moving with the momentum of the match, Callaway goes up on the turnbuckle, before pointing at Missy, and saying “This one’s for you!” Then, he moonsaults off, and connects! Instead of pinning Rich, Callaway goes to lock in the Calsmission (Tazzmission), but Rich falls, driving his shoulder into Callaway’s face! Rich then grabs Callaway, and locks in the Headliner position (Pedigree), but Callaway moves, and slams Rich with the “Always Having An Angle” Slam! Callaway goes for a pin…
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3-Kickout by Rich!
Rich rolls into the corner to get a bit of heat off of him, and Callaway charges him, but Rich nails him with a kick to the face, before jumping back, and moonsaulting off the ropes, going for Callaway…who ducks. Rich lands nimbly on his feet. Callaway once again goes for the Calsi Kick, but Rich ducks it, and runs off the ropes, only to be hit with a dropkick off the rebound. Both men get up, and Callaway charges, only to be on the end of a dropkick against him! Both men get up, and Callaway goes for a dropkick, but Rich simply stands, watching Callaway slam against the canvas. Rich runs off the ropes, hitting a Lionsault, and going for a pin immediately after….
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Kickout by Stephen Callaway!
Keith Oswalt: These truly are two of the most athletic men in the entire company. The response time, especially with Callaway hitting his moonsault and Rich hitting his Lionsault, are crazy.
Eric Witz: Oh my God, flips! So amazing…but seriously, I love Stephen Callaway.
Rich sits up, running his hands angrily through his hair, before grabbing Callaway and throwing him into the corner. He begins to drive some knees into Callaway’s stomach, before stepping back, yelling “die already, asshole!” and slapping Callaway across the face! Callaway responds back with asset of hands, but Rich hits him with a high knee, and lifts him up onto the turnbuckle, before going up himself. Rich tries to put Callaway in position for the Queens Cuter 03 (RKO), and jumps off the turnbuckle…but Callaway holds on, and Rich slams against the canvas! Callaway then gets up, and goes for a splash…but Rich gets his knees up! Both men lie in the ring, and groggily get up after nearly thirty second of lying down. Rich runs forward, grabbing Callaway’s neck for a swinging neckbreaker, but Callaway spins it out and suddenly locks in the Calsmission! Calllway falls back, but Rich elbowd him, before turning around, and nailing him with a Headliner (Pedigree)! Rich makes a pin...
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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 9 minutes and 32 seconds...Rich Hamilton!
Keith Oswalt: Close match. Callaway was so close!
Eric Witz: Trust me, even with the way this match went, Callaway is a star, no doubt.
Rich rolls out of the ring, as Callaway gets up. The scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:33:43 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the Cooksville Community Center which is so packed there are even people standing, clearly a new attendance record for the Kingdom of Pride. Suddenly small green and red lights that are placed by the curtain begin to flash and "Jingle Bell Rock" blasts out over the PA and the camera begins to zoom away from the ring that is decorated in all kinds of ribbons with a tree in the middle and a ton of gifts under it and points towards the curtain. The crowd watches the curtains as the song plays when suddenly Josh Eagles suddenly bursts through the curtains with a big smile on his face and a Santa hat on with a 'KoP X-Mas" shirt on. The crowd goes nuts and Josh sprints to the ring a little slower then normal still favoring what seems to be an injured right leg and slides under the ropes and goes right to the gifts grabbing up the mic on top.
Eagles: Happy Holidays Kingdom of Pirde and Cooksville!!!!! Notice how I did the whole politically correct thing!
Eagles laughs and the crowd cheers loudly.
Eagles: Today I have a very special present and alas I wish it could be more direct gifts to the fans, I mean I tried to get the UWL to donate tickets to their next event but they just don't have the kind of funds for that ... but I think you'll find that if you look under your seat there is at least a voucher for each and everyone of you to get free hotdog and beverage on the house!!!
Everyone starts looking under their seat and are surprised to see that there are actually vouchers and they cheer.
Eagles: Now don't go anywhere yet we'll have a little break before our first match but right now I want to get to our real X-mas treat. I've been working the phones and I've sent out a couple of invites to a couple superstars who haven't been around the KoP or haven't been around the scene for a while to make an appearance plus I got some gifts for a couple of people on this roster as well!! So without further waiting lets get Santa Eagles handing out some X-mas cheer!!!
The crowd begins to cheer and chanting for Eagles as he roots around picking up one of the gifts.
Eagles: Well it seems that the first gift of the night isn't for one of my surprise guests but a member of our very own roster. Now these guys respect and represent the most important part of our body. These men also bridge the gap of race and bring just sooo much talent to the KoP roster, ladies and gentleman let's give it up for Marcus Hughes and Jerry Cox ... THE MEN WHO STARE AT HANDS!!!!
The crowd errupts in laughter as 'Red Right Hand' plays as Hughes and Cox come through the curtains looking at their hands in their normal wear and come down to the ring and not at any point do they stop staring at their hands.
Eagles: Marcus ... Jerry the amount that you have brought to this roster, the accomplishments and the entertainment is something we can't even begin to describe. You have one of the most talented focuses I have ever seen, the way you can stare at your hands is incredible!! I mean I've never seen such focus, so much determination and for that I have these for you.
Josh hands both Cox and Hughes a small package which they take with their LEFT hands and look at each other and then back to Eagles before opening it up. In the packages are white gloves with diamond and gold studs all around the cuff of them and built in brass knuckles!!! Cox and Hughes smile and give each other huge high fives not once even saying anything and slip the gloves on and start heading towards the back as Josh just continues to laugh.
Eagles: Sorry I couldn't resist ...
Josh keeps laughing as the walk away and starts routing around for another gift and reads it.
Eagles:It seems my guests really don't want to come out here tonight and that we are going to continue to honor tag teams because we have another tag team to honor with a gift and this one couldn't be more important. As many of you know I am big into charity and nobody needs more charity then these men Weasal and Gronk the PISSED OFF HOBOS!!!!!
The crowd laughs loudly now as CKY blasts out over the speakers and the Pissed Off Hobos come through the curtain looking well, PISSED OFF and head right towards the ring. They slide into the ring and Weasal just grabs the mic out of Josh's hand.
Weasal: DO YOU THINK WE WANT YOUR DAMN CHARITY? DO YOU THINK WE CAN'T TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN?
Josh smiles and raises his arms in the air.
Eagles: I didn't mean to offend guys but you haven't worked a match in a while and I figured, well you'd want this ...
Josh hands them a small envelope which Gronk takes and rips open to reveal a small card that he hands to Weasal, who flips it over and his eyes go wide.
Eagles: I remember the story that you once stole a lobster from Wal-Mart so I figured a $100 gift card to RED LOBSTER would keep you fed for a month!!!!
Weasal and Gronk stare at the card almost salivating and then both Grunk and Weasal take off running likely to find the closest Red Lobster. Josh laughs and picks up the next gift and this one makes his eyes glow.
Eagles: Now this is a special gift because tonight this is my first special gift of the night. Cooksville it is my pleasure to present to you DUSTIN DOUGLAS!!!
The crowd comes to life with cheers as "Jesus Talk" plays over the PA and Double D comes through the curtains with his Cowboy hat on and all and begins to shake hands with the fans as he comes to the ring smiling and nodding his head at Eagles. Double D gets in the ring and shakes hands with Josh.
Eagles: Dusty I am glad you could make it out today and it's an honor to be standing in the same ring as you. For years now you have been a guy who has showed true grit and commitment to the fans and to this business. Many peoples careers and what they have become is because of you. Like everyone you've had your ups and downs, but nobody deserves to be more honored for their commitment to wrestling then you! So with that in mind this is for you!
Josh hands Dusty a package that looks a little flimsy and Dusty laughs reading the label and opening it up to find a towel and he looks perplexed, then he turns it over and laughs loudly and unfolds it letting it come down in front of him, the towel is white and in gold letters it says "Dusty Rub"
Douglas: Josh I don't know what to say this is likely one of the best gifts that I have ever gotten. It's been an honor to be able to give what I have considered a great career and a great performance to all of the great fans. Josh thank you so much for having me and giving me this honor.
Eagles: Dusty it's been an honor knowing you and the honor is all of ours to have been in the same building as you. So hurry up and get in your seat because we got you front row seats to this entire event!!
Dusty laughs and shakes Josh's hand and heads towards his seat.
Eagles: Everyone give it up for Dustin Douglas!!
The crowd starts chanting for Dusty with Josh leading the chant and then after the chant dies down Josh starts routing through the presents again.
Eagles: Now this next person may come as a little bit of a surprise as our next guest is someone I have a very ... storied past with. But I am trying to be the bigger person and forgiveness is the best way to better your life and this person does deserve recognition so without any more waiting here he is, JACK BENEVOLANCE!
The crowd falls silence not 100% sure how to react to the announcement that Jack is the next guest and as 'Come With Me' plays over the PA system and Jack makes his way out from behind the curtains. Jack is wearing a plain pair of jeans and a white T-shirt and he is looking up at Josh with a very interested look. The crowd starts to clap as Josh leads them and gets them going, but Jack doesn't come all the way to the ring but pulls out a mic of his own.
Benevolance: What's the game Josh? You invite me out here to give you a gift? Or is this yet another attempt to bring me into Pride because you don't seem like the best candidate.
Eagles: No game Jack and nobody is trying to get you to join Pride. I swallowed my own because it's the Holidays and the Kingdom just doesn't represent it's own but also all of the great wrestlers that there are out there and as you just proved at the Experts Tourney you are one of the best!
Jack smiles remembering winning the Tourney and seems comfortable and makes his way to the ring.
Eagles: Jack I can't say I agree with your antics or the kind of person you are but the fact is you know how to put butts in these seats and you know how to entertain these fans. Your skills in this ring are debatable to be 2nd to none and for that today I want to give you this.
Josh slides Jack a rather bigger box then the rest and Jack eyes it with suspicion before leaning down and opening it and laughing at what he sees on the inside.
Eagles: Well it's not the real thing I got a replica and blinged it out a little bit.
Jack pulls the thing out of the box and it's the PWF World Heavyweight Championship, but it's been done up in pure gold and across the bottom of it; it states 'Jack Benevolance Jackass of the Year'.
Eagles: Well I couldn't put aside ALL hard feelings.
Josh laughs and Jack shockingly laughs with him.
Benevolance: You know what Josh, thanks. You know everything before it wasn't ...
Eagles: Jack if you even try and apologize for that incident then we will have an impromptu match, you got more class then that. Tonight like Dusty it's all about honoring the greats not just in the company but outside of it as well ... now I hope you don't mind but your seat is right there, beside Dusty.
Jack glances at the seats and Dusty smiles an all too warm smile and pats the seat beside him being all too inviting.
Benevolance: Well played Josh, well played.
Eagles: What we are all forgiving and forgetting here!
Josh looks as innocent as he humanly can and laughs as Jack makes his way towards the seats looking none to safe about it. Josh looks down and sees just two presents remaining, he picks one up and smiles very wide.
Eagles: Ladies and Gentleman this man needs no introduction as he is the man who helped rebuild pride and a good friend of mine. This is of course none other then CHRIS HART!!!
The overwhelming boo's from the crowd drown out any kind of music that Hart had and Josh looks shocked and so does Hart who is looking at Josh as he comes out from behind the curtains shaking his head. He makes his way down to the ring.
Eagles: I am guessing everyone saw or heard about Final Countdown, but let's be fair it's not like Chris had a choice he was FIRED and part of that is my fault. Tonight we need to remember what Hart brought to this company.
Hart smiles and thanks Josh and asks for the mic.
Hart: Thanks Josh that means a lot to me and I want to take this moment to address the KoP and it's fans. I want you all to know how much you meant to me and how much I loved being apart of this company. The Kingdom re-ignited my career and brought my passion back. I will never forget you guys, whether you love me or hate me you will always be family.
Josh turns and looks at Chris before passing him his gift, as Chris smiles. He holds it for a moment hesitantly before looking at Josh. Sensing no malice, Chris opens the present and it is a statue. Hart is holding the Valiant Championship high and standing overtop of a fallen Christian Kane. Chris smiles and shakes Josh's hand.
Hart: We'll be getting you one of these after tonight.
Sterling: How very touching.
Up the entrance aisle stands Jeremy Sterling alongside Kurt Noble.
Jeremy: While this has been great fun and an excellent way for Kingdom of Pride to really get into the Christmas spirit, I can't help but remember that we're here tonight to wrestle. Now I was more than happy to allow you to do this Josh but I didn't expect – not after everything he's done to you, that you'd bring this riff raff into the ring.
Jeremy points at Chris Hart as Eagles look up at him.
Eagles: I ...
Jeremy: Save it Josh, now I'm sure that Chris has a ticket allows him to sit at ringside and there really is nothing I can do, as long as he's there but if he's in my ring, well then, it's a completely different issue..
Eagles: Look, after ...
Hart: No, it's alright Josh. I completely understand what's going on here. Best of luck tonight, I'll be watching.
With that said Chris ducks out of the ring and hopes the barricade back to the lone chair that sits empty in the front row. Josh looks at Chris and gives him a nod of solidarity before turning back towards Jeremy and Kurt.
Eagles: It makes me sad to have to do this now because the last present up here was for you two, I had it made just for the both of you because I hoped this war with the UWL would bring you two together and allow you to focus on the company. But I was wrong.
Josh picks up the present and rips open the package and it's a large painting of Sterling/Noble standing atop of a large castle wall with what looks to be a UWL arena burning in the background.
Eagles: You two have built a legacy and given all these fans the greatest gift they could ask for and it's you who is going to tear it apart. But that won't be tonight because tonight we are going to rock the entire arena and put on the best show we can because THAT is what the Kingdom does!!!
'Jingle Bell Rock' plays over the PA once again as the scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:34:16 GMT -5
The camera comes back to the ring, where Ike Rose is standing, a microphone in his hands.
Ike Rose: The following match-up is an “I Quit” match-up! In this match, there are no pinfalls, no submissions, no disqualifications, and no count-outs! This match-up can only be won by one man saying the words “I quit!”
Keith Oswalt: If my knowledge serves me correct Eric, this is the first ever “I Quit” match in Pride, and it’s set to be intense one. Silence is a man that just enjoys to hurt, without rhyme or reason.
Etic Witz: Seriouslly…I’m confused. The guy’s a mute. How is this going to work? Is he going to grunt “ER RUIT?”
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.
Ike Rose: Introducing first, weighing in at 325 pounds, and hailing from-
Suddenly, JDP runs through the curtains, a steel chair in hand, and immediately slams Silence in the back of the neck with the chair! He rigorously begins to hit him in the back of the head with the chair, as the music cuts and the lights go on, throwing The Voice into a frenzy! The bell rings shortly afterwards.
Keith Oswalt: After he beating he’s received throughout the course of the last month, John Parker is ready to start this one before it even actually begins!
Eric Witz: For the intimidation factor, I think I would have hit the old man first, personally…then stolen his social security check.
The Voice yells vociferously at JDP, who takes a slight break from nailing Silence, and yells “Yours is next, sahn!,” before going back on the assault. However, the momentary break gives Silence enough time to use his massive strength to push JDP several feet away, right past The Voice. JDP, seeing the charging monster, gets in the ring, having Silence follows him. As soon as Silence gets in the ring, JDP bails. Silence goes after him again, but JDP sends the chair through the ropes, slamming it into his Silence’s shin, not even emitting a grunt from him! JDP then reaches up, and slams it against his head! Silence stumbles back, and bounces off the ropes as JDP gets in the ring…but JDP responds with a jumping shot to the face with the chair! The chair is now noticeably dented, and JDP grins, as he looks around for The Voice to gloat…but suddenly, Silence sits up, not even wincing at the pain he’s endured. Almost as if expecting him to do, JDP gets a running start, and slams him back down with the chair! However, the exact same thing happens! The Voice smiles, and Silence gets up.
Keith Oswalt: Good God, John Parker is being absolutely vicious with those chair shots…yet Silence continues to get up, without so much of a grunt! How can he expect the beast to even speak?
Eric Witz: Well, after enough of those chair shots, he may lost the function to speak…so he better watch those…
JDP goes to take another swing, and it collides off Silence’s skull…doing nothing! JDP then shrugs, and nails him in the privates with it! As Silence goes down, JDP throws the chair away, and rolls out of the ring, grabbing a microphone. He rolls back into the ring, and holds it to Silence’s mouth…but he says nothing. JDP throws it away for the time being, and goes out of the ring, before grabbing Silence’s legs, dragging him towards the steel post, but Silence kicks JDP away, sending him actually over the metal railing, and onto the laps of a few fans! He grabs his back in pain, but smiles as a young woman smiles at him. However, he snaps put of it, yelling “maybe another chat session, babe,” before groggily pulling himself back onto the mats. Silence then grabs JDP, but JDP goes down, and lows blows him! JDP then grabs Silence, and slams his head against the steel steps, before grabbing the nearby microphone he tosses away minutes ago.
John Parker: So, whatcha say? Talk…no? Not much of a talker? Fine!
JDP continues to ram his head into the steps, each time bringing the microphone back down. As Silence gets up, JDP gets on the steps, and waits for him, before jumping…but Silence catches him in mid-air, and throws JDP onto the sound equipment nearby! The camera’s sound goes dead for just a moment, before coming back on. Meanwhile, The Voice grabs the microphone, and hands it to Silence, pointing towards JDP. Seeing that Silence isn’t really interested in doing so, The Voice runs over, and puts the microphone towards JDP while saying something…but the microphone doesn’t work!
Keith Oswalt: Seems like tossing John Parker into the sound equipment wasn’t the greatest idea in the world. It’s damaged the microphone for the match!
Eric Witz: Probably not going to make The Voice too happy…but hey, at least he looks nice in his suit as he blows up, you know?
The Voice does appear angry, as he throws the microphone away. Instead, Silence grabs the previous steel steps, and lifts them up. JDP groggily gets up, and as he turns around, he gets nailed headfirst with the steps! The Voice goes off to find a microphone, but it’s clear Silence is only interested in inflicting pain. He lifts up JDP, and throws him into the ring. Silence gets in the ring, and lays a few kicks into JDP, before lifting him up, and nailing him with the Silent Shot (Joker Driver). It seems like JDP is nearly knocked out, and The Voice rolls into the ring, handing Silence a microphone…and he takes it, but then reaches down, and begins to stuff in down JDP’s throat, trying to suffocate him!!! JDP writhes about crazily, and The Voice yells at Silence, who stands all the way up, and just stares at The Voice, as if he’s trying to signify that not enough has been done. The Voice nods, and lets him continue.
JDP rolls away, the brief argument between the two giving him the time to do so. Silence follows him, and he lifts up JDP, carrying him over to the steel steps. He’s about to drop JDP on them, but JDP wiggles in air, and comes down, dropping Silence with a falling DDT onto the steel steps! Trying to keep Silence down as long as possible, JDP runs forward, and hits a low dropkick into the steps, sending them into the side of Silence’s head. JDP pulls himself up, obviously battered from the earlier assaults, and he grabs the second microphone that was used earlier, before placing the stairs on top of Silence. He places the microphone by Silence’s exposed mouth, before going to the top turnbuckle inside the ring. He stands up, waiting for a moment…before The Voice pushes the ropes, and JDP falls, landing on the steps that are Silence’s head!
Keith Oswalt: Jesus Christ! Both men could have been killed by that!!! That thing’s not exactly made of chocolate!
Eric Witz: Shame. I would HATE to see this end in a draw…
The crowd begins a “HOLY SHIT” chant, as both men are down, neither one saying a word after the brutal fall. The Voice pleads ignorance, when suddenly…Silence sits up, pushing the steel steps off of him and onto JDP, who grabs his legs in tremendous pain! The Voice grabs the microphone, and hands it to Silence, who lifts up JDP…but then uses the microphone, and bashes it over his head, breaking it! Silence, who does not care at all, throws it aside, making The Voice even more irritated as he goes off to look for another. Silence lifts up JDP, and throws him against the guard rail. JDP goes to fall, but Silence catches him by the throat. Suddenly, JDP pulls his hands up, raking the eyes of Silence! Silence stumbles back, and JDP begins to pound on him, fighting for his very life. JDP begins to pound his knee into Silence’s stomach, but then grabs it in pain, having it been injured from the earlier fall. Silence then grabs JDP, and throws him right into the steel post. Silence grabs him again, and rams him into it, each shot getting more aggressive. Silence then walks over towards the announce table, and begins to rip the chords out of it!
Keith Oswalt: Hey now, don’t involve us in this manslaughter!
Eric Witz: Yeah, I was just starting to-
Suddenly, The Voice rips the headset off of Eric Witz, who yells various obscenities at him!
Keith Oswalt: Now my commentating partner has lost his microphone!
Silence finishes clearing off the table, and turns…but receives a chair shot to the skull! He stumbles, and JDP throws the chair aside, before superkicking Silence, making him slump against the table. The Voice yells from a distance, and JDP runs at him! He grabs the old man, and begins to choke him, yelling “You’re gonna die, clown!” However, Silence has recovered, and slams JDP with a big boot to the head! He falls, and The Voice grasps for air, actually being out of breath for once. Silence grabs JDP, and drags him over to the table…before lifting him up, and slamming JDP down with a Requiem (Bernard Bomb) through the table!!!The crowd erupts, as Silence watches the battered man. The Voice crawls over, and puts the microphone to JDP’s mouth…but Silence grabs it, and tears it in half!
Keith Oswalt: Good Lord. Silence doesn’t want JDP to utter the words “I Quit”…he just wants to hurt him. That young man is going to dead if someone doesn’t stop this match.
The Voice is absolutely astounded, but one look from Silence says it all. Silence then lifts up JDP, who appears unconscious, and slams him down with a chokeslam...before motioning to The Voice. Silence simply stares at him, and The Voice nods, before going over, and grabbing a psare microphone from a tech person.
The Voice: My client, Silence, has officially surrendered the match.
Keith Oswalt: What?!?
The Voice: The message has been sent. This young man has been beaten so severely he cannot even admit defeat. This is the fate of all those that oppose Silence, and The Voice. You have all been warned...this is the future of the Kingdom.
Ike Rose: Well, uh...here is your winner, with a time of 14 minutes and 01 seconds...John Parker!
Hardly a winning scene. Silence exits, as medics come for JDP.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:34:45 GMT -5
Keith Oswalt: “Ladies and gentleman this match only came about as a result of actions over the past two weeks but it is sure to be a knock down, drag 'em out brawl.” Eric Wirtz: “Dru Dallins is going to make Johnny Noble wish he was still facing off against the psychotic Orge Lambart. You just don't know what Dru Dallins is going to do in the ring.” Keith Oswalt: “Especially with that straight cash on the line homie!” Eric Wirtz: “Randy Moss has been absolute shit since he got here Keith. Keith Oswalt: “Yeah, tell me about. Hey, why did you lock me out in the fantasy football league?” Eric Wirtz: “Because I had Randy Moss and knew if you won I wouldn't be in the playoffs.” Keith Oswalt: “That's kind of cheating, isn't it?” Eric Wirtz: “In the immortal words of Herman Edwards, 'you play to win the game.' Take it away Ike!” Ike Rose: “Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and ninety seven pounds, Dru Tha Merc! ”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 this evening at two hundred and thirty pounds. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Johnny Noble! 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. Keith Oswalt: “Who do you like in this one Eric?”[/b] Eric Wirtz: “Dru Dallins, Nigga” Keith Oswalt: “I don't believe you can say that on the air?” Eric Wirtz: “It's two o'clock in the morning Keith, if you change the channel you can find girl on girl action uncensored. I don't think the FCC is going to be knocking down Jeremy's door over that.” Keith Oswalt: “You never cease to amaze me ...” Eric Wirtz: “With my quick wit, I know. It's both a blessing and a curse.” The bell tolls inside the ring as Dru Dallins begins to circle the smaller Johnny Noble who looks for a hole to exploit in the defences of Dru. Spinning around the ring Dru steps in looking to engage Noble who shoots in at the same time looking to take his legs out. Dru stuffs the take down attempt however and locks Johnny into a front facelock. Restricting the air flow, Noble looks to use his quickness to counter the hold, quickly switching through the hold into an inside cradle, pinning Dru to the canvas. 1... 2... Dru rolls the shoulder up off the canvas as Noble quickly spins out of it and up to his feet. As Dallins gets up he comes off the ropes and looks to score with a bull dog ... and does, slamming Dallins to the mat and covering him once more, looking for the quick victory. 1... 2... Again, Dru kicks out fairly easily and this time sends Johnny flying off of him towards the far left hand corner. Keith Oswalt: “Johnny Noble looking to put Dru Dallins away quickly.” Eric Wirtz: “He's running scared Keith. For all the faults he accuses his brother of having, his racist tendencies are showing here.” Keith Oswalt: “What makes you say that?” Eric Wirtz: “Why else would he run from such an upstanding citizen like Dru Dallins?” Dru gets up to his feet as Johnny rushes in, not looking to give the larger Dallins a chance to get his wits back about him. That doesn't appear to be the case however as Dru side steps the clothesline attempt and as Noble stops he charges in looking to connect with a big boot. Noble ducks underneath it as Dallins stumbles into the turnbuckle on the other side of the ring. Noble looks to hit a running knee using the middle turnbuckle to vault himself up into the head of Dallins but Dru knocks him back and away before charging in once again this time looking to take him out with a massive forearm. Johnny sidesteps this one but leaves his arms in and takes Dru down with an arm drag and goes right to work on the shoulder putting him into a standing arm bar. Dru struggles against the hold before eventually working against it too his feet and unleashing a mammoth right hand to the ribs of Noble. The hold is loosened a little bit and the second blow knocks Johnny off of his arm and allows Dru to whip Noble into the ropes and on the rebound take him down with a big clothesline. With many expecting the cover, Dru forgoes it and picks up Noble and whips him into the corner before following him in with a big body splash, using his near three hundred pound frame to press Noble into the turnbuckles. Noble slinks down slightly and leaves himself open for Dallins to mount the second turnbuckle and score with the Pride Obliterating Bitch Slap, ten shots to the head before slapping the taste out of Johnny's mouth. Eric Wirtz: “Dru Dallins showing Johnny Noble how it's done. Walking around Kingdom of Pride looking like a Pimp while not exercising his back hand.” Keith Oswalt: “I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of one of those.” Eric Wirtz: “Then keep your pants off your ankles.” Keith Oswalt: “Pants on the ground reference?” Eric Wirtz: “Err ... sure?” Johnny staggers a bit and Dru grabs him up before lifting him overhead with a military press. Holding him up for a few seconds, he eventually connects with a gorilla press slam as Johnny slams into the canvas and begins to hold his ribs. Dru wastes little time in going to work on the ribs with a set of vicious size sixteens right to them, getting eight blows in before the referee backs him off as Noble gets a hand on the ropes. Dru walks away clutching his ribs, mocking Noble before eventually charging back and looking to decapitate him with a big boot. Noble ducks out of the way though and Dallins ends up perched precariously on the top rope as a load groan is heard from the audience at the Cookveville Community Center Eric Wirtz: “If Christian Kane were at the announce table he'd say that's the one problem with being hung like a horse ... and he'd be speaking from first hand experience.” Keith Oswalt: “I don't know how I can possibly respond to that.” Seeing the state of Dru Johnny decides to use it for his advantage, grabbing hold of the top rope and shaking it in a manner that would make the Ultimate Warrior proud. With every time it rises and falls, Dru grimaces and begins to grasp his nether regions bringing a slight smile to the face of Johnny. Eventually the referee pulls Johnny away allowing Dru to untangle himself from the ropes and drop to the outside. The crowd cheers Johnny slightly as he raises his hands in the air and looks down at Dallins before hitting the ropes on the far side and coming back before launching between the second and third rope and connecting with a suicide dive sending Dallins and him crashing into the barricade. Keith Oswalt: “Johnny Noble taking to the skies to bring Dallins down.” Eric Wirtz: “He didn't need to 'fly' to do that. I mean, look at Johnny. You just know his ancestors owned themselves a plantation and Dru's ancestors broke their backs hoeing their fields.” Keith Oswalt: “And that's why Dru is now out 'hoeing' other white women.” Eric Wirtz: “It's because he's black, isn't it Keith! Deep down they're the same as us, they're the same!” Both men take their time getting up, with Johnny throwing Dru back into the ring and covering him just before the ten count. 1... 2... Dru Dallins throws his shoulder up breaking the count as there's a slight groan from the audience as Noble gets up off of his opponent and pulls him up. Pressing the bigger man into the ropes he flings him off but on the rebound Dru flips his hips and sends Noble flying across the ring. Bouncing off the ropes Noble comes back and with a full head of steam looks to take Dru down with a cross body ... but Dallins doesn't fall over. With Noble in his grasp Dallins looks to flip him onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry but in doing so leaves his neck open and Johnny capitalizes taking him down with a massive neck breaker. Keith Oswalt: “It appears as if Dru Dallins didn't do his homework for this match. Everyone knows that when you step into the ring against Johnny Noble you must protect your neck.” Eric Wirtz: “Wu!” Keith Oswalt: “I'm curious, is there a Method ...” Eric Wirtz: “Method Man? Torture Mother Fucka!” Keith Oswalt: “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to do commentary with someone who had any resemblance of a normal person.” Eric Wirtz: “For a clansmen you sure aren't down with WU!” Keith Oswalt: “Are we back on this again?” Back in the ring, Johnny Noble has Dru in a side head lock but Dallins is up to his feet and fires Noble into the ropes and on the rebound expects Noble's duck under on the lariat attempt and follows him as he comes into the ropes on the other side and levels him with a bicycle kick. Quickly he hits the ropes as well and comes back with a guillotine leg drop. Eric Wirtz: “Welcome to Grimeyville! That has to do it.” Dallins for the first time in the match makes the cover, hooking the leg of Johnny Noble. 1... 2... NO! Noble gets the shoulder up at the last possible second as Dru looks down and goes right back to work, pulling Johnny up to his feet and slamming him with a set of knife edge chops up against the ropes before looking to irish whip him. Before he sends him firing off though he pivots and sends Noble back against the same ropes and on the rebound levels him with another devastating bicycle kick and guillotine leg drop, the second Welcome to Grimeyville looking to put Noble away. 1... 2... 3! Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 8 minutes and 44 seconds...Dru Tha Merc!
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:37:13 GMT -5
Panning to the top of the entrance area, Jeremy Sterling stands at the top of it looking down at the ring.
Jeremy Sterling: “I really hate to ruin the stand-up routine gentleman, but I do believe their are pressing issues that need to be taken care of.”
Jeremy begins his descent on towards the ring as in his hand, he holds up a bottle of Crown Royal Canadian Whisky.
Jeremy Sterling: “I know that everyone here isn't stupid, that they all know that last night Kid Flanagan and Johnny Noble went to UWL and took out their World Heavyweight Champion and the number one contender. They saw Kingdom of Pride once more re-assert their dominance over the Universal Wrestling League and prove that we are not going to submit to them. You see, we – that means all of us, know that the Universal Wrestling League is desperate to prove that they're not washed up, that they can 'hang' with the New Kids on the Block. So tonight, I know they've got something planned and I think I have my finger on it.”
Jeremy holds up the bottle and places his index finger on top of the 'crown.'
Jeremy Sterling: “You see, it's this sort of lawlessness that has brought UWL down. Everyone knows that you can't bring outside liquor into an event such as this. So what I'm here to ask is that if you see a Canadian, if you could please point them out so we can have them escorted from the premises so as to not allow them to get involved in tonight's main event.”
Immediately, every hand turns and gestures towards Chris Hart seated in the front row as Jeremy Sterling hops into the ring.
Jeremy Sterling: “Let's see, pale face, gaut skin! Yep, that there's a Canadian, but he looks kind of familiar, doesn't he.”
The crowd begins to jeer at Chris Hart, some giving him the middle finger in response to him joining sides with the Universal Wrestling League.
Jeremy Sterling: “Wait a minute, that's former Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion Chris Hart. The man who couldn't hack it even with his career on the line and was forced to go to Universal Wrestling League. You know how I said earlier there wasn't anything I could do because you had a ticket? I guess I lied because there is something I can do now; and it really is your own fault. I hope you enjoyed the show Chris and that this cheap whisky was worth it because I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Security, I'm sure you'll be more than willing to show Chris the exit.”
With that Chris stands up and shakes his head but doesn't jump the barricade to get at Sterling, instead he starts heading towards the exit, meeting the security as he heads out the door to chorus of “hey, hey, hey, goodbye!”
Jeremy Sterling: “You see, contrary to what UWL does. We here in the Kingdom of Pride look ahead and we know that a bunch of blither baboons are going to attempt to knock down our doors, we take added measures to make sure they don't interfere with our evening. There will be no interference in tonight's main events, there will be no massive brawls because the Universal Wrestling League is not here!”
'Artist in an Ambulance' by Thrice fills the arena as we cut away to the arena entrance as Chris Hart is being escorted out.
Kurt Noble: “Let him go.”
Coming up along side Chris is Kurt Noble, looking rather harried.
Security Guard: “Sorry Mr. Noble, orders of Mr. Sterling that he is to be removed from the premises.”
Kurt Noble: “For what? Chris, look we need to talk now.”
Security Guard: “He brought outside liquor into the event, Mr. Sterling takes that very seriously apparently.”
Kurt Noble: “Outside liquor? The kid isn't even old enough to drink. Look, let him go I need to speak to him. Chris ...”
Security Guard: “Sorry Mr. Noble, Mr. Sterling said ...”
Kurt Noble: “I know what he said. I have just as much say in what goes on ...”
Chris Hart: “Look Kurt, don't worry about it. I'll meet you back at your place tonight. I didn't get your call until early this afternoon when I woke up here in Cookeville and knew by then you'd be busy with the show.”
Kurt looks at Chris who gives him a re-assuring nod.
Kurt Noble: “Alright. I'll head out as soon as I can.”
With that Kurt Noble turns away and heads back towards the arena, looking back to see security let Chris out of the door. Reaching the entrance back to the hall where the event is being held, he is stopped by the sounds of fighting. Turning around he looks at Seth Riggs and Jeremy King standing over top of the two security goods looking down at their handy work.
Kurt Noble: “Gentleman, I believe I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises.”
Riggs looks up at Noble and merely strokes his stache as he approaches, before King simply smiles as the third man in the operation joins them.
Jerry McClean: “Wonderful evening Kurt. Now if you'll excuse me, we have some business to take care of.”
Riggs and King go right after Noble eventually taking him down and begin to mercilessly beat on him. Having obviously just realized what has happened, Chris Hart stands outside the arena, banging on the door to no avail as we cut away back to ringside for our next match.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:38:01 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 match-up is a singles match scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, and hailing from Corniche, Marseille…Cluade LeBatard!
Keith Oswalt: After weeks of impressive victories, undercut tactics, and just plain attitude, it’s time for Claude LeBatard to finally back up his words. It’s time for him to take on one of the most dominant competitors in recent Pride history…Storm.
Eric Witz: This one is sure to be a stinker…well, maybe because the French don’t bathe. You get the picture…the smelly, stinky picture.
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, with Nicole Morera directly behind him. 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, as Nicole smiles at Claude inside the ring.
Ike Rose: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 295 pounds, and hailing from Miami, Florida…Storm!
Keith Oswalt: You have to wonder how Nicole Morera’s presence could play a role in this match-up. We’ve already seen “The Voice” play a significant role in the outcome of the I Quit match-up earlier tonight.
Eric Witz: Hey, as far as I’m concerned, she can put her hands all over my microphone…
Keith Oswalt: Sick. Let’s get this match started!
Chris Owens signals for the bell, and Claude eyes Storm, who seems to be quite focused as he stares the Frenchman down. The two begin to circle about the ring, before aggressively moving in for a lock-up. Storm uses his monstrous strength to push Claude into the corner, but Claude turns him right around. However, Storm begins to move him to a different corner, before Chris Owens breaks the two apart. Claude cautiously eyes Nicole, who points at Storm, attempting to slyly get Claude refocused. The two men lock-up again, and Claude instantly gets a front headlock on Storm, before driving knees into his face. However, Storm drops to his knees, and flips the Frenchman over him, but Claude barely lands on his feet. Claude runs off the ropes, but merely slams against Storm’s driven shoulder, making him fall to the canvas. Claude rolls, quickly getting up, and runs off the ropes again, this time being taken down with a big arm drag. Claude rolls into the corner, and Storm follows him, only to receive a big kick to the stomach, before Claude begins to hammer on Storm’s stomach. After countering with a punch, Storm Irish Whips Claude, and nails him with a big boot to the face!
As Claude stumbles into a corner, Storm runs forward, driving his shoulder into Claude’s stomach multiple times. He Irish Whips Claude, but Claude responds with his own boot to the face when Storm charges him. Claude then rushes forward…only to be dropped with a quick belly to belly suplex! Storm wastes no time, going for a quick cover…
1…
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Kickout by Claude LeBatard!
Keith Oswalt: Claude LeBatard isn’t a small man by any means, at 225 pounds…but the effortless throws by Storm are something to watch here. Storm is a powerhouse, no doubt, but he’s one that knows how to efficiently wear down his opponent.
Eric Witz: Is that before or after he rips their head clean off their neck? Just checking.
Storm pulls Claude up, and throws him in the corner, making him bounce off of the turnbuckle. As if he’s almost playing with Claude, Storm begins to cockily smack him around in the corner, before trying to Irish Whip Claude…who reverses, ducks a clothesline, and drops Storm with a stalling neckbreaker! Claude arrogantly gets up, and points towards Nicole, blowing a cocky kiss, saying “la bête est apprivoisée” (the beast is tamed)…as Storm instantly hops up. Claude turns, and gets nailed with a huge clothesline, flipping Claude in air! Nicole grins to herself, as Storm appears to get even more angry from the Frenchman’s taunts. Storm lifts up Claude, and drives some hugs knees into his stomach, each one taking the breath out of him. He Irish whips Claude, but Claude grabs onto the opposite ropes, and bails out of the ring. Storm quickly follows suit, and Claude walks past Nicole, before grabbing her…and planting a kiss!
Keith Oswalt: Oh Lord. What a womanizer, huh?
Eric Witz: Stealing a smooch from the distraction…maybe Claude isn’t goin’ it right…
Keith Oswalt: I’m not sure that was the correct move there by Claude, though. Looks like Storm is getting even angrier…
The mere sight enrages Storm, who instantly charges Claude, who rolls back into the ring, leaving Nicole looking awkward as she stumbles around. Just as Storm gets in the ring, Claude begins to stomp him, killing the big man’s momentum, followed by some brawler like punches in the corner. Claude tries to Irish Whip Storm, but Storm then reverses…and lifts Claude high into the air. Storm smiles, showing he’s bested the arrogant Frenchman…before slamming him down with a powerslam! Storm Irish Whips Claude into a corner, but Claude responds back with a high kick, throwing Storm off balance. As Storm turns around while stumbling, Claude grabs him, and hits a release German suplex on Storm, making Storm’s head slam against the turnbuckle! Storm writhes about in pain, and rolls out of the ring in pain, as Claude grins to himself. As Storm crawls away. Claude gets out of the ring, and yells “watch zis” to Nicole…before running, and hitting a shining wizard on Storm, his head colliding against the steel steps!
Nicole’s face shows her displeasure, although she is attempting to conceal it. Claude lifts up Storm, and throws him back into the ring, before dragging his head over the apron. Claude begins to hit some hard shots on Storm’s neck, over and over, before concluding with a knee. Claude applauds himself with a pat on the back, before climbing in the ring, and hitting an enziguri in Storm to send the big man right back down as he’s getting up! Claude stands up, and while saluting, stands on Storm, making a pinfall…
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Kickout by Storm!
Keith Oswalt: The Frenchman has gained a considerable advantage over Storm since angering him with that kiss to Nicole. You can already see him battering Storm’s head, no doubt trying to set up for that brutal kick to the temple that he’s become famous for.
Eric Witz: Frenchy’s getting lucky, I’ll give him that…but if you look at the French’s history, they don’t tend to get lucky too often. Next thing you know, The Krieg will be conquering Claude LeBatard, just like their ancestors did. Watch it happen.
Storm tries to pull himself up, but is hit by a huge amount of boxing like jabs, throwing him way off balance. Claude then grabs Storm, and lifts him up, dropping him with a powerful looking vertical suplex. Claude then gets down, and locks in the vous êtes un chameau -The V.E.C Clutch (Camel Clutch)! Storm writhes about, his neck obviously taking damage from the earlier assaults. He begins to fade, as the crowd is in amazement at Claude’s determination. However, Storm soon begins to fight, trying to pull himself up, He does, and moves back, slamming Claude’s back against it, breaking the move. He tries to throw a punch at Claude, but Claude ducks, and nails Storm with a dropkick, before grabbing him and nailing Storm with a DDT! Claude stands up, obviously proud of himself, and signals for the end. He lifts up Storm, but Storm nails him in the stomach, and drops Claude with a huge STO!
Both men lie on the canvas, exhausted by the very physical match. They both soon get up, and begin to throw fragile punches at one another, before Claude runs off the ropes…but gets nailed with a desperate clothesline from Storm. Storm hits him with another, picking back up some of his monster momentum. Storm then nails Claude with a Thunderclap (Backdrop to Powerbomb),but doesn’t hold for a pin. Instead, Storm goes in the corner, preparing for a Thunderbolt (Gore). Claude gets up, and as he turns around, Storm moves…but Claude is a hair quicker. He goes down, and hits a low dropkick to the shins of Storm, making him fall on his knees. Like lightening, Claude moves against the ropes, and nails Storm with La Revolution (Temple Kick)! Storm goes down, and Claude makes the pin…
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3-Kickout by Storm!
Keith Oswalt: Jesus Christ! Storm just kicked out of La Revolution! What on Earth can Claude throw at him next?!?
Eric Witz: The kitchen sink usually seems like a pretty viable option.
Claude sits up, the desperation clear in his eyes. He slowly lifts up the massive man…but suddenly, Storm lifts Claude high in to the air ... but is blind sided by Seth Riggs coming from behind and slamming a steel chair into his back. Claude drops to his feet and looks to attack Riggs before he too is caught from behind with a blow from a chair, this time Jeremy King on the giving end of the devastating assault.
Keith Oswalt: Damn UWL! Interfering in what so far was an amazing contest. They can't be here! Jeremy Sterling specifically banned them from the building.
Eric Wirtz: What do you expect from them though. The ruffians, the lowest of the low reside in the Universal Wrestling ...
Jerry McClean: Gentleman.
Jerry McClean has joined Keith and Eric at the announce desk as Jeremy King slams the chair into the neck of Claude before turning his attention to Seth Riggs who is throwing hay makers into the skull of Storm. Seeing his partner joining him, he lifts Storm up to his feet and the two send him flying into the ropes before on the rebound going 'hi-lo' and taking him out as Storm immediately begins clutching his knee as Claude LeBatard is stirring.
Keith Oswalt: This is wrong, we need security out ...
Jerry McClean: There's nothing wrong about this Keith. Claude and Storm decided to align themselves with Kingdom of Pride and so we've decided to teach them a lesson.
Keith Oswalt: What lesson, this is just ...
Jerry McClean: A lesson in what it means to be the best – and how to become it. Look at who they're wrestling in front of, where they're wrestling Keith. There is absolutely nothing here to be proud of and yet they are. Consider it also a lesson in humility.
Back in the ring, Riggs has but Storm in the Riggorous Stretch with his knee fed through the loop in the chair adding insult to the injury, the knee bent at an awful angle over his shoulder. Meanwhile, King has lifted Claude up and walks towards the chair still lying on the ground and lets loose sickening smile before lifting him up, packaging him together and dropping out with a King's Gambit, slamming him head first into the steel chair.
Keith Oswalt: That could kill a man, a pile driver right onto the steel chair.
Jerry McClean: At the worst – or best, depending on how you look upon it that could break a man's neck, not kill him Keith.
Finally, Kingdom of Pride security begins to race towards the ring. Riggs and King see it coming and immediately jump out of the ring.
Jerry McClean: I hate to cut this short gentleman, but I do believe it is time for us to leave. Don't worry though, the best is yet to come.
With that Jeremy removes his head set and joins Riggs and King as they head out of dodge, Kingdom of Pride security in hot pursuit.
Keith Oswalt: What did he mean by the best is yet to come?
Eric Wirtz: Christian Kane for Valiant Champion!
Keith Oswalt: I doubt that's what he had in mind, and how can you look that far ahead when we've got two men in serious need of medical attention lying helpless in the ring.
Eric Wirtz: How can you not keep your mind of CK, I mean – he's a real man; unlike the scum that resides in the Universal Wrestling League.
Keith Oswalt: Ladies and gentleman we are terribly sorry for the ending of that match, Claude and Storm showed why both men have a bright future in this company and it's a shame they come to a conclusive finish.
Back in the ring, a stretcher has come down for Claude as the trainers are attending to the injured knee of Storm as his face is still contorted in agony.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:38:28 GMT -5
”Now, I am become Death. The destroyer of Worlds.” *The the words of Oppenheimer finish and the slow, melodic beat of “Warriors of the World” fills the arena, the giants Somba and Balraj enter through the curtain. Their manager and trainer, Kaja Reinhardt is in tow, drilling the men with their game plan in her native German tongue. The crowd watches in awe as the two behemoths enter the ring. They waste no time taunting. They don’t acknowledge the crowd. They’re ready to brutalize the opposition.* Keith Oswalt: The following match-up is a tag team match, scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 730 pounds, and accompanied by Kaja Reinhardt…Soma abd Balraj, Der Krieg Maschinen! Keith Oswalt: Perhaps the most dominant tag team in The Kingdom of Pride history is about to face perhaps the most demanding. For many Eric, THIS is the Match of The Night. Eric Witz: I just want to see some dead people…and preferably not me, please. Suddenly, “Mama Said Knock You Out” plays, and out walks both Shawn Stevens and Robbie Venom, who get a tremendous amount of boos from the crowd. The two men stare out into the crowd, and then into the eyes of their cold German opponents. They begin to walk down to the ring.Ike Rose: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 417 pounds…Robbie Venom and Shawn Stevens…The Illuminati! Keith Oswalt: This right here is a team that has sent shockwaves through the Pride spectrum. When you have Kurt Noble shaking in his boots over a decision, you know you’ve made your impact. Eric Witz: Just because they beat people up doesn’t mean they’re going to get those titles, they’ve always wanted. Gold isn’t everything…but forget it, gold is the only thing! Both Illuminati members stands outside the ring, and look at one another…before sliding into the ring, and immediately attacking both members of the Krieg!Keith Oswalt: The Illuminati came to fight! Chris Owens signals for the bell, and both Illuminati members and Krieg members begin to go at it, but the size advantage is quite obvious. Somba grabs Stevens, and throws hum out of the ring, leave Venom and Balraj. Venom uses his agility to hit some kicks to the midsection of Balraj, eliciting a minor flinch from him as he does. The kicks begin to get more aggressive, backing Balraj slightly back into a corner, but Balraj soon grabs Venom, and with one hand, slams him in the corner. Balraj hits him with some hard shots, before headbutting him, sending Venom reeling. Balraj continues his shots until Venom falls, but even then, the German killing machine doesn’t stop. Balraj lifts up Venom, and Irish Whips him. Venom then slides under a boot, and when he goes to grab Balraj, Balraj grabs him instead, and tosses Venom from the ring! Venom instantly gets back, his eye cautious, as Balraj looks around the arena, his eyes scanning the crowd for any possibly hints of Russians. Keith Oswalt: It’s very rare that you see Robbie Venom tossed from the ring like a hand towel. While his constant kicks approach was somewhat effective, Venom needs to use his impressive speed, coupled with Balraj’s distractedness, to take advantage here. Eric Witz: Going faster just means you hit the wall harder when you’re running. Basic physics Keith. I think curling up in the fetal position is a more effective method. Venom eyes Stevens, who is on the apron. Getting impatient, Balraj exits the ring, but Venom dropsaults him as he tries. Balraj then rolls out of the ring, but Venom gets back, before using the ropes as a seesaw, and hitting Balraj with both feet right to the face! Balraj stumbles, but does not fall, that is, until sentons from the apron, taking Balraj down! The crowd is impressed, until Venom stands up arrogantly, and yells “The best!” at the crowd, pointing to himself. He rolls back into the ring, eyeing both Kaja and Somba, before tagging in Stevens. Balraj gets in the ring, and Stevens begins to beat down on him before he can rise. Stevens then runs off the ropes, going for a running forearm, but Balraj catches him for a sidewalk slam. However, Stevens spins in mid-air, and nimbly lands on his feet, before dropkicking Balraj, who stumbles forward. Trying to provoke the beast, Stevens makes the S symbol on his chest, and tells “Superman,” which clearly Balraj doesn’t understand. Balraj moves forward, and Stevens tags in Venom, before running forward and slamming Balraj with some fists. Meanwhile, Venom gets up on the ropes, and when Balraj throws Stevens to the ground, Venom jumps up, and hits Balraj with jumping leg drop, slamming into Balraj and knocking him to his knees. Venom runs over, and begins to hit Somba, but the big man lifts Venom, and throws him a few feet from the apron. Venom turns right around, just in time to be hit with a Brain Chop! With one hand, Balraj drags a limp Venom over to his corner, and tags in Somba. Somba then gets in the ring, and runs off the ropes, dropping a headbutt on Venom. Somba then lifts up Venom, and begins to hammer him with some fists, before dropping him with a palm strike. Somba then rushes off the ropes, and drops a leg drop on Venom. Somba is about to go for a pin, but Stevens runs in, and kicks Somba, breaking the pin before it even begins. The two have a stare-down as Somba gets up, his face swelling in anger, the killing rage becoming known in his eyes. Somba then walks over, and tags Balraj back in, before pulling up Venom, who gets a few shots to the ribs. Balraj then Irish Whips Venom, but Venom reverses it, and knee Balraj in the ribs…doing nothing. Balraj goes for a chop, but Venom ducks it, and nails Balraj with a Pele kick! Venom makes a quick cover… 1… 2… Balraj tosses him off! Keith Oswalt: Both teams here have been definitely taking advantage of the tag team concept of wrestling. Quick tags, double team moves, saving pins, the works. Now, endurance is going to play into effect. Which team can hold out longer? Eric Witz: Well, the big men don’t seem to be slowing down yet, do they? Venom begins to stomp Balraj, before waiting for him to get up. Venom then hops on the top turnbuckle, and as Balraj gets up, Venom moonsaults off…but Balraj catches him clean in the air! Venom wiggles about, but Balraj soon brings him up, and slams him with a devastating Fireman’s carry! Balraj lifts Venom back up, high into the air, holding him for all the crowd to see…but suddenly, Venom brings his eyes down, hitting a thumb right to the eye of the German monster! Balraj stumbles, his sight gone, and he begins to fling his massive fists about the ring, with Venom trying to duck the onslaught. He comes over, and tags in Stevens, and both men strategically watch Balraj, before going in, taking him down with a double chop block! Stevens goes about stomping Balraj mercilessly, a sick smile crossing his face as he does. However, Balraj soon gets up, and he throws some kicks at Balraj, but Balraj then shoves him away. Balraj lunges at him, but Stevens ducks, and begins to kick Balraj’s shins, putting him in the corner. Stevens then stands on the ropes, and begins to arrogantly pound on Balraj…before the big man lifts him up, and slams Stevens with a double chokeslam! Balraj walks over to tag in Somba, but over on the side, Venom runs over, and slams into Somba, knocking him off the apron! Venom then lays into him with some kicks, before grabbing him and slamming Somba’s head repeatedly against the steel steps. Balraj is about to go help his ally, but Stevens runs from behind, and nails him with a quick kick, before Balraj with a Diamond Fire (Running Diamond Cutter)! Stevens covers him… 1… 2… Kickout by Balraj! Stevens gets up, and looks at Robbie, who is continuing to try and hammer on Somba. Stevens yells at Venom to get in the ring, but Venom simply ignores him. Stevens yells even more angrily “Get in the Goddamn ring Robbie!” Venom looks at him, but this makes him take his eyes off Somba, who slams into Venom, slamming his head against the steel post! Stevens just watches, looking pissed off…before turning, and being hit with a Brain Chop! Somba also gets into the ring, and both men look down at Stevens, as the crowd cheers. Keith Oswalt: Illuminati’s disagreement to work together has caused Thr Krieg to take control of this match! Eric Witz: Run Stevens, run! Before Stevens stands up, Venom gets on the ropes, and springboards off, going for The Antidote (springboard 720 DDT), and he latches on Balraj…who holds onto him in the air! Balraj then drops him, and Somba nails him with a thumb spike! Venom rolls out of the ring in pain, but the distraction gives Stevens long enough to dropkick Somba. He grabs Balraj, before backing up, and going for the Word To Ya Mother (Roling Yakuza Kick), and hitting it, sending Balraj flying back a bit. However, Somba grabs Stevens, and nails him with a thumb spike! He then lifts up Stevens, and together with a recovering Balrah, they hit him with a Blitzkrieg Bomb! Balraj pins him… 1… 2… 3! Ike Rose: Here are your winners, with a time of 12 minutes and 44 seconds…Somba and Balraj… Der Krieg Maschinen! Keith Oswalt: Something just backfired with the Illuminati, costing them the match! Eric Witz: Looks like someone isn’t happy… The camera focuses on Venom, as he walks out, looking quite irritated. The scene fades out… |
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:38:50 GMT -5
Backstage, Robbie Venom is dressed and is quickly making his way towards the exit. As he does, Alex Avice catches up to him with a microphone in hand.
Alex Avice: Robbie! Robbie!
Venom pauses and turns a glare on Alex.
Alex Avice: Robbie, after that loss tonight where does The Illuminati go from here?
Venom laughs bitterly.
Robbie Venom: Where do we go from here? Nowhere, that's where. There is no Illuminati anymore. There is no Robbie Venom in the Kingdom of Pride.
Venom turns away and continues to walk towards the exit. Alex eagerly follows.
Alex Avice: What do you mean?
As he reaches the exit, Venom stops and turns to Alex.
Robbie Venom: I'm sorry, are you retarded? What the fuck do you think I mean? I'm done. I'm sick of this shit. I'm sick of having two jackasses for bosses. I'm sick of being surrounded by people I can't trust. I'm sick of being less of a priority than a petty little fight with UWL. In fact, you know what? I hope UWL and KoP, and all the egos involved with both companies, kill each other. Nobody here cares about me, and I'll be damned if I hang around and become a joke. I'm better off alone, and I'm better off without this place. So get the fuck out of my face and go harass somebody else with your feeble-minded questions.
With that said, Venom walks through out the exit, slamming the door shut behind him. Alex Avice turns to the camera and shrugs as the scene fades back to ringside.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:39:38 GMT -5
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 sixty minute time limit and is for the Kingdom of Pride Syndicate championship! Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at 275 pounds, from Hollywood, California, The Legend!
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: And the second challenger, weighing in at 190 pounds, from Monterrey, Mexico, Obscene!
"Just Like You" by Three Days Grace Blares over the PA system in the arena as Kid Flanagan makes his down to the ring holding a book bag, he gives some fans high fives before he gets into the ring. Finally he gets into the ring, he then starts going through his book bag, he then pulls out an two water pistols. He then yells "BOOM", then he leaps out of the ring and shoots some hot woman wearing an white t-shirt. Kid then yells "BOOBSHOT!". Kid Flanagan then gets back into the ring.
Ike Rose: And finally, weighing in at 185 pounds, from Saint Paul, Minnesota, he is the current reigning Kingdom of Pride Syndicate champion, Kid Flanagan!
Keith Oswalt: Three men who’ve become embroiled in a bitter war with one another over the past few months, with it originally starting back when Obscene attacked Kid Flanagan, the night he had won the Syndicate championship.
Eric Witz: And during their match at Death’s Desire, The Legend got involved after some fighting with Obscene, but somehow he blamed Kid Flanagan for the attack and began to beat down Flanagan. With a two on one advantage to the two opponents, Obscene seemed to be having second feelings and was acting as a friend to Flanagan, but this was all deemed a fraud after he walked out last week on Kid Flanagan during their six man tag team match.
Keith Oswalt: And finally, after months of feuding, of fighting against each other, we’ve finally come to this. Each man has their own agenda and is fighting for themselves, and I don’t think we’d have this any other way.
As referee Chris Owens holds the Syndicate championship above his head and shows the strap to each of the three competitors, he finally hands the belt to Ike Rose before signaling for the bell to be rung and the match begun. Hearing the bell ring, the three men look across the ring, eyeing each other before The Legend and Obscene nod at each other and begin to rush Kid Flanagan. Seeing the two challengers rush him, Flanagan is able to duck underneath their collective double lariat, and shoves Obscene into the turnbuckles as The Legend turns around. After having missed the lariat, Legend turns around, but only to receive an enziguri for his efforts, taking the brunt of Flanagan’s leg to the side of his head. Falling to a knee after this, Flanagan looks at him as he backs away and hit’s the ropes before sprinting full speed at Legend and hitting a running dropkick on him, knocking him to the ground. Going for a quick cover, Kid doesn’t so much as get a one count as Obscene quickly breaks up the cover.
Lifting Flanagan off of Legend, Obscene elbows him in the face before stepping over Legend and pulling Kid into a front headlock. Squeezing the hold in tightly, Obscene tries to drain some life from Kid before lifting him up from the headlock and lifts Kid over his head quickly, dropping him down with a snap suplex. Rotating his hips quickly, Obscene holds the lock in as his pulls himself and Kid up to their feet. From this position, Obscene whips Kid off to the ropes and when Obscene goes for a huge lariat on Kid, Kid ducks underneath it, however despite dodging Obscene’s lariat again, Kid Flanagan is not so lucky as he runs straight into The Legend’s boot, taking Kid off of his feet and stealing any momentum he had begun to build.
Lifting Kid back up off of the mat after hitting him with the boot, Legend hit’s a big European uppercut on Kid Flanagan, knocking him back. After the uppercut, Obscene joins in with Legend and hit’s a dropsault on Flanagan, landing on his feet after doing the backflip. Hitting against the ropes, Flanagan leans against the ropes as Legend waves Obscene away as he throws Flanagan off to the ropes. Hitting the ropes and coming back twice as fast, Legend catches Kid Flanagan and instantly tosses him over his head with an exploding belly to belly suplex. Landing on his back, Kid Flanagan clutches his back as he works his way back to his feet, however as he does this, Obscene runs at him now and hits Kid with a leg lariat, taking him right back down to his back.
Going for a cover on Flanagan, Obscene covers Flanagan, but before he can so much as get a one count, Legend is on top of him, easily lifting Obscene up and screaming at him. Delivering a huge right hand, Obscene stumbles back to the ropes as Legend now goes for a cover over Flanagan,
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Obscene kicks Legend in the shoulders. As Legend looks up at Obscene, a look of irritation over his face, Obscene continues to kick away at his shoulders, despite his kicks seeming to have little to no effect on Legend. Finally getting to his feet, Legend delivers a brutal kick of his own to Obscene’s stomach to kneel him over, and after doing this, slams his fists down across Obscene’s back, making Obscene’s knees buckle as he falls to the mat. Not letting Obscene rest here long, Legend reaches down and pulls Obscene back to his feet before whipping him off to the ropes and as Obscene comes sprinting back towards Legend, Legend nearly decapitates him with a huge Legend Hammer (Polish Hammer)!
Keith Oswalt: Good lord! A damn near decapitating blow by The Legend with that Legend Hammer on Obscene, he could have knocked Obscene out with that one.
Eric Witz: You do realize the belt’s on the line in this match, right? I don’t think Obscene’s going to just lay down just because he was hit with a polish hammer.
Keith Oswalt: I thought you hated Obscene?
Eric Witz: Eh, he gained some of my respect last week, that walking out was pretty wicked.
Keith Oswalt: You’ve such a twisted version of respect.
Following the huge hammer, Legend drops down for a cover on Obscene, however Obscene is able to kick out before a two count, showing he has plenty of fight left in him. Throwing a big right hand to Obscene’s face, Legend lifts the man back up before getting behind him and clubbing him in the back, locking him into an abdominal stretch afterwards. Trying to weaken the quick man’s core, Legend stretches Obscene out, but as he does this, he seems to have forgotten about Kid Flanagan who has recovered and rolled to the outside of the ring. Standing on the apron behind both of his opponents, Kid Flanagan grins before jumping up onto the ropes and spring boarding into the ring, hitting a double fame asser on both of his opponents in the process!
Starting to fire up, Kid Flanagan gets back up to his feet, choosing to work over the smaller man in Obscene as he pulls Obscene back to his feet. Lifting Obscene to his feet, Kid Flanagan fires off a vicious knife edge chop, having a sound resonate throughout the community center as Kid’s hand bounces off of Obscene’s chest. Delivering two more, Obscene holds his chest as he backs into the corner, but despite this, Kid Flanagan whips Obscene back across the ring, walking into the center himself and throws Obscene’s rebounding body over him with a big powerslam, slamming Obscene into the mat. After doing this, Kid hooks Obscene’s leg, going for a cover,
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Kick out!
Despite the kick out, Flanagan keeps his head up as he grabs Obscene by the back of the neck. After doing this, Flanagan again whips Obscene off to the ropes and this time goes for a huge Kid Kick (Superkick) trying to knock Obscene out, however Obscene ducks underneath the kick and instead leaps up onto the middle rope and backflips back onto Kid Flanagan hitting a modified version of his Uneven Moonsault (Springboard moonsault to a standing opponent)! Knocking Flanagan to his back, Obscene hops up off of the mat, turning his attention to The Legend, who stands up on his feet, having fully recovered from the fame asser Kid Flanagan had hit him with.
Charging at Legend, Obscene is able to catch him off guard as he tackles him to the mat, and in an induced fury, begins to squeeze Legend’s throat, drawing the ire of the referee, who screams at Obscene to release his choke. Finally agreeing to release Legend’s neck, Obscene lifts Legend up off the ground and puts him in a front facelock. From here, Obscene violently sweeps backwards and hit’s a huge Penetrator (Evenflow DDT) on The Legend, driving him face first into the mat. Now grinning as he looks upon his downed opponent, Obscene climbs to the top rope, looking at both of his opponents and sizing the distance between the two. Finally leaping off of the turnbuckle, Obscene nails a beautiful shooting star press on The Legend! Instantly following the move, Obscene hooks Legend’s leg,
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Kick out!
Eric Witz: Come on Obscene! You got this!
Keith Oswalt: Things are definitely in Obscene’s favor at this point in the match, following that picture perfect shooting star press, Obscene’s definitely in the driver’s seat.
Eric Witz: Quit copying me, you’re only cheering for Obscene because I like him. This, listeners at home, is a classic case of what we call peer pressure.
Keith Oswalt: Or Pride pressure, you get it?
Eric Witz: You’re totally gay dude. How about you just stick to calling the match. God, I swear your more queer than Robbie Venom, and that’s really queer.
Upset with the kick out, Obscene slaps the mat before getting up to his feet. As soon as Obscene looks up, to ensure that Kid Flanagan is still down, Kid Flanagan appears to have recovered during Obscene’s onslaught on The Legend, and as Obscene looks up at him, Kid Flanagan forces him to eat his foot, nailing him with The Kid Kick (Superkick)! Knocking Obscene back into the corner, Flanagan grins at him as he sees Legend roll over onto his stomach and begin to get up. Using Legend as a stool, Flanagan runs at Obscene, stepping onto Legend before leaping forward hitting Obscene with a Poetry in Motion!
Driving his legs into Obscene’s chest, Kid Flanagan drops to the mat before quickly popping back up. After that, Obscene drops down to his knees. Turning around, Kid Flanagan runs into The Legend, who throws a brutal lariat, but at the last second, Kid Flanagan ducks underneath the lariat, and runs to the ropes. Hitting the ropes, Kid Flanagan bounces back towards Legend and as he reaches Legend, Kid goes for a bicycle kick on Legend, but Legend ducks underneath this and as Kid Flanagan bounces off the ropes, Legend picks him up almost as soon as Kid rebounds from the ropes. Popping Kid up, Legend lifts him for a Samoan Drop...but Kid reverses it, and drops Legend with a Kid Wins (FU)! Kid pins him...
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3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, and STILL Syndicate Champion...Kid Flanagan!
Keith Oswalt: He's done it! Kid has retained!
Eric Wotz: Obscene looks unhappy...but he had his chance. Too bad!
Obscene runs away, as Kid holds up his title.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:40:50 GMT -5
”Dance with the Devil” plays, as Kurt Noble walks out, a focused look on his face.
Keith Oswalt: Well, looks like Kurt Noble has decided to grace us with his presence again tonight.
Eric Witz: Quite the speaker, huh?
Noble gets in the ring, and is quick to grab a microphone.
Kurt Noble: I know everyone’s mind is on tonight, as it should be…but as one of the Presidents of this company, you always need to be looking towards the future, as you should be. That means 2011…so tonight, I have an important announcement regarding Pride. In 2011, Pride will begin to employ Guest Commentators on a biweekly basis.
Eric Witz: Hey! Are we not good enough?!?
Keith Oswalt: Apparently now…
Kurt Noble: Essentially, on every other week, a surprise commentator will be brought in. They’ll commentate for the whole night, and whatever happens because of them…happens. The first guest commentator is…a secret.
Eric Witz: Bull-shit!
Keith Oswalt: Yeah, we should know!
Kurt Noble: Now, with that announce made, I do hope you all enjoy the-
?: Cute. Just cute Kurtis.
Noble turns, as a man walks through the curtains…and that man is Jack Benevolence!
Keith Oswalt: Jack Benevolence is here!
Eric Witz: Who invited him? Surely not Santa!
Jack Benevolence: Sorry to interrupt your little tirade Kurt. I just wanted to come out here, and congratulate you. I want to congratulate you for your success. You run a company that hates you, actually, despises you, something the opposite you’ve always wanted. You’re fighting a promotional war with a company you can’t beat. Kurt, I know you. You’re the kind of guy that likes new challenges. After PWF closed, I always wondered what you’d be up to…so I decided to come to your show tonight, just to see what’s up. You know what I’ve been up to Kurt? Winning. A lot. What about you?
Noble stares at his old enemy, before raising the microphone.
Kurt Noble: Always tactful Jack. Interrupt my big announcement just to stroke your own ego. Well…I’m done tolerating big egos. I’m done tolerating people thinking I won’t stand up for my own company. I might have taken a passive approach to things before, but not anymore. You, Jack, are my enemy, and always have been. Jack Benevolence, at the United Wrestling Company’s next event, Deadly Games, I’m challenging…you.
The crowd is in shock, but Jack’s answer is immediate.
Jack Benevolence: I accept, Kurt. See you at Deadly Games.
Keith Oswalt: Oh my God! Kurt Noble vs. Jack Benevolence at Deadly Games?!?
Eric Witz: Forget that! I just want this commentator thing to end!
Jack walks backstage, as Noble stares off, sending the segment.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Dec 19, 2010 22:41:19 GMT -5
Keith Oswalt: This is it, ladies and gentlemen…it’s time for the Main Event, a match that is looking to be the most anticipated match-up of the night, and possibly the entire year! Eric Witz: Christian Kane versus Josh Eagles for the Valiant Championship…get ready for this one folks! The camera switches to Ike Rose, who is in the middle of the ring.Ike Rose: The following match-up is for the Kingdom of Pride Valiant Championship! 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 CK looks out into the crowd..[/i] Ike Rose: Introducing the challenger, weighing in at 220 pounds, and hailing from Ontario, Canada…accompanied by Dani Sandström…Christian Kane! Keith Oswalt: Christian Kane is a man that has built one of the greatest legacies this company has ever seen. He’s faced all the greatest this company has seen…Blade, Kurt Noble, Pat Doyle, all of them. He’s been a Scramble Champion, fought in faction wars, and today, is one of the remaining Pride Originals…but Eric, he has never held a World Title. He has never stood atop a wrestling company, but tonight…he has the chance to do so. All that stands between him and the hold is Josh Eagles. Eric Witz: You say that name like it’s a small thing. Josh Eagles has beaten EVERYONE in his time here in Pride. Adam Abel, Johnny Noble, Chris Hart, Obscene…all of them. Christian Kane didn’t just get some chump champion to face…He got the best. '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 his opponent, weighing in at 195 pounds, and hailing from Oshawa, Ontario…he is the Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion…Josh Eagles!!! Keith Oswalt: He is the best Pride has to offer. Josh Eagles symbolizes exactly what a Champion should be. He is willing to fight, and does at all chances possible. He gets right back up after falling. Josh Eagles is perhaps the most symbolic Champion we’ve ever had…but to walk out as Champion, he must face his exact opposite in Christian Kane. Eric Witz: The Original Bad Guy versus the Valiant Champion…let’s get this one going. I’m ready for the Main Event of Winter Warfare! Chris Owens signals for the bell, and holds the title up, as both CK and Eagles lay their eyes on it. They walk forward, getting mere inches from one another, their eyes locked in focus. They crowd begins alternate “Christian Kane” and “Josh Eagles” chants, but neither man acknowledges them. After a few moments, they step back, before finally locking up. Looking to control the pace of the match, CK moves behind Eagles, and slams him to the canvas, before moving about, trying to lock in a headlock. Eagles rolls, trying to outmaneuver CK. However, CK keeps his lock on, and as Eagles gets up, he grabs the ropes. Chris Owens pulls the two apart, and CK steps back, looking ready to go again. The two men lock up once again, and this time, Eagles gains the advantage, locking in a side headlock, and bouncing off the ropes. CK pushes him off, and Eagles rebounds, hitting a small should tackle on CK, with neither man going down, setting up another small stare-down. CK then runs off the ropes, but Eagles grabs him with another headlock off the ropes, before CK moves back, and locks his hands around Eagles waist. Eagles elbows him in the face, and runs off the ropes, but meets a clothesline from CK to go down. Keith Oswalt: Great back and forth wrestling from both men early on in this match-up. Both men excel at controlling matches early onwards, so the conflict here is interesting. Eric Witz: Oh, what’s going to be interesting is when they figure out they can’t win that way, and then beat the Hell out of one another instead! CK runs off the ropes, but Eagles kips up, and slams CK with a drop toe hold. Eagles then tries to lock in an arm bar, but CK rolls forward, before kipping up, swinging Eagles arm around. Using his own momentum, CK pushes Eagles into the corner, and Chris Owens has to get in-between them to break them up…but CK reaches forward, and begins to hit Eagles with a few hard fists. Suddenly, Eagles reverses positions, and begins to slam CK with his own set of fists. CKK reverses once again, and both men begin to wildly swing at one another, before Chris Owens literally pushes them apart! Eagles lunges forward, but CK ducks, before slamming Eagles to the ground, and grabbing both his legs, going early on for the Canadian Mapleleaf (Haas of Pain)! However, Eagles rolls through it, and kicks CK away. CK stumbles against the ropes, and Eagles charges him, colliding with a clothesline that takes both men out of the ring! Both men groggily get up, and CK darts forward, slamming his knee into Eagles stomach. CK begins to savagely beat on Eagles, as Dani cheers him from away. CK throws him aside, before reaching over, and beginning to take apart the monitors from the announcer’s table! Keith Oswalt: Christian Kane wants to use the announce table! We’ve already lost one tonight, and these things aren’t cheap! Eric Witz: Don’t do it CK! These come out of my paycheck! CK grabs Eagles, and lifts him up, trying to suplex him on the table…but Eagles is barely able to slide behind CK. He then slowly chops CK, but CK dodges a hit, and Eagles stops himself from hitting the steel post. He turns around, and CK charges him, before hitting a STKO (Busaiku Knee Kick) on Eagles, right into the steel post!!! The crowd gasps in amazement, as Eagles grabs his back and neck in pain. CK slowly gets up, a determined look in his eyes, before rolling in and out of the ring to reset the count. CK grabs Eagles, and continues to slam his knee into Eagles lower back, before tossing him in the ring. CK lifts up Eagles, and slams him with a snap suplex, before making an appropriate cover… 1… 2… Kickout by Josh Eagles! The frustration is already beginning to mount for CK, but he’s trying not to show it. He gets up, lifting up Eagles, before hitting a snapmare on him, followed by a low dropkick to his injured back. CK then begins to drive his knee into Eagles back, holding it there to apply pressure. Eagles fights back, slowly getting, but CK then locks on a headlock. Eagles elbows him, and begins to gain a bit of fire by backing him into the corner, hitting a slew of elbow strikes. Eagles Irish Whips CK, who reverses the move. Eagles bounce off the turnbuckle, walking right into an enziguri from CK! CK stands up, but wastes no time, before lifting up Eagles, and dropping him with a neckbreaker. Eagles grabs his neck in pain, the obvious neck soreness getting to him. Keith Oswalt: Christian Kane is just methodically wearing down the neck of Josh Eagles. All it might take is one deadly kick from CK to knock Eagles right out. Eric Witz: Break his neck CK! BREAK IT! CK continues to pound on Eagles back, before lifting him up. However, Eagles begins to fight back, slamming his fists into CK’s stomach, before fighting back with a few chops. The two men begin to trade slow punches, and CK backs up, before taking down Eagles with a short arm clothesline. He drags Eagles to the corner and lifts him up on the ropes. CK then grabs Eagles, and tries to go for The Outbreak (Swinging Backbreaker), but Eagles hits him, before pushing CK off the ropes. He then stands up, and the crowd begins to go wild…as Eagles jumps off for the Legacy Invitation (Swanton)…only to mis!!! CK rolls out of the way, and Eagles crashes on the canvas. CK then stands up, and smiles, getting in the corner of the ring. He begins to stomp his foot, as Dani cheers from the sides! Eagles stands up, and turns around, and CK goes for Super Sexy Kick…but misses, and Eagles jumps up, and hits a dropkick that sends CK out of the ring! The crowd cheers, as CK hits the mats like a lump. Suddenly, Eagles stands up, and pulls himself onto the ropes. He stands up, and as CK gets up, Eagles jumps off, slamming right into CK with the Legacy Invitation! Both men are now down, but begin to move soon enough. Eagles tires to get back in the ring, but CK pulls on him, grabbing him and throwing him viciously towards the ring steps. Dani tries to move in a bit closer, but CK yells “stay out of it” at her! Keith Oswalt: CK wants to win this match so badly. He doesn’t even want Dani to interfere! Eric Witz: Yeah, that’s the bad kind of threesome. Wait…this is a serious match. Time to put my kidding face away! CK lifts up Eagles, and throws him in the ring, before crawling in himself. Both men stand up, and go back into a flurry of groggy punches, before CK Irish Whips Eagles, who rebounds with a flying forearm! Eagles then kips up, as the crowd goes into a frenzy. CK gets up, and charges Eagles, but gets hit with a jaw breaker, making him stumble, before CK runs off the ropes and nails him with a clothesline. Eagles lifts him up again, and slams CK down with Eagles Wings (Celtic Cross)! Eagles stands up, and signals for the end! He grabs CK’s legs, and tries to lock in the Walls of Joshico (Walls of Jericho), but CK rolls through and locks in the Canadian Mapleleaf! Keith Oswalt: He got it! The Canadian Maplelef is in! DON’T TAP JOSH! Eric Witz: TAP! Eagles struggles, his back in a tremendous amount of pain. He screams about, his eyes becoming almost animal-like from the pain. Like a man without legs, he begins to drag himself towards the ropes, and reach his hand high into the air, the pain becoming unbearable…but he grabs the ropes! Cris breaks the move, before standing over Eagles as he uses the ropes to pull himself up. Eagles turns around, and Cris goes for a Super Sexy Kick (Superkick), but Eagles rolls under him, and rolls up CK… 1… 2… 3-Kickout by CK!!! Both men get up, and Eagles grabs CK, before lifting his foot up, and going for the Impact Asylum. However, CK pushes him away, and as Eagles abounces off the ropes, CK nails him with the Super Sexy Kick!!! CK makes a desperate cover… 1… 2.. Kickout by Josh Eagles!!! Keith Oswalt: HE KICKED OUT! JOSH EAGLES IS STILL IN THIS MATCH-UP! Eric Witz: Spit all over the table much? CK is completely amazed as he gets up, looking at Eagles, who isn’t so much as moving. CK pulls himself up, and stands in the corner, hoping for another kick. Eagles groggily gets up, and CK goes for another kick…but Eagles ducks, and nails CK with a Codebreaker! With the crowd behind him, Eagles goes up to the top rope, and tries to get his position…but CK gets up, and as Josh tries to stand up, kicks him square in the jaw with a Super Sexy Kick!!! CK makes a desperate, desperate cover… 1… 2… Keith Oswalt: CAN HE?!? Eric Wotz: DID HE… NO! Josh kicks out before the three! CK is in pure amazement, as is the crowd, that Josh has survived two direct kicks to the face. CK gets up, and yanks Eagles by the hair, getting right in his face as he yells “I HATE YOU! JUST FUCKING LOSE ALREADY!” He pulls Eagles, continuing his trash talk...but Eagles grabs him, and slams him with a lightening quick Impact Asylum!!! Both men are down, with neither moving even in the slightest. Eagles comes over, and pins CK win one arm over him… 1… 2… Kickout by CK!!! Keith Oswalt: These two warriors are giving it all they have! By God, if this isn’t the best fought Pride match-up ever, I don’t know what is! Eric Wotz: I agree…hey, what’s that…? The camera focuses on a security guard, who jumps the railing, as Eagles gets up, and locks in the Walls of Joshico on CK! CK struggles, and raises his hand, almost totally gone..but the man gets in the ring, and slams the referee with the Valiant Title! Eagles doesn’t even see him, but gets hit right in the face with a roaring elbow right to the face! The man then drags CK, who is totally out, and drags him over CK, before rolling out of the ring. The referee drags himself over, and slowly makes the count 1… 2… Keith Oswalt: NO, NO, NO! Eric Witz: Oh my God! 3!!! Ike Rose: Here is your winner, and the NEW Valiant Champion…Christian Kane! Keith Oswalt: Oh my God…he’s done it…Christian Kane is the new Valiant Champion! Eric Witz: History folks. It happens here…and don’t sue us NBA! CK gets up slowly, not realizing what’s happened…until he’s handed the title! He stares at it, unsure of what to do…before he begins to openly weep! He holds the title so closely, tears flowing from his face as Dani comes up and hugs him, crying as well. The camera focuses to the security man, who rips off his hat…revealing himself to be Tic Tic.Keith Oswalt: Oh…my…God. Tic Tic has screwed the Josh Eagles out of the Valiant Title! Eric Witz: UWL has gotten their revenge! I think Tic Tic has answered Eagles challenge here! Tic Tic stares at Eagles, before exiting the ringspace, hoping through the crowd and running. CK holds the title close, not realizing what’s happened.Keith Oswalt: This has truly been one of the greatest nights in Pride history ladies and gentlemen. We’ve seen so much struggle, so much heart, and the beginning of a war. This has been Winter Warfare ladies and gentlemen. Eric Witz: See you all in 2011, with our new Valiant Champion…Christian Kane! The scene fades out to CK holding the title, ending Winter Warfare…
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