Oblivion Results - 1.9.11

[Kirk Noble]

This is Oblivion

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The first Oblivion of 2011 comes on the air, with Ike Rose standing in the middle of the ring, holding a microphone.

Keith Oswalt: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the first Oblivion of 2011! As always, I’m Keith Oswalt, and this is commentating partner Eric Witz. Eric, I can’t tell you how much of a thrill 2010 was. Watching this company grow from the very bottom, watching champions like Chris Hart and Josh Eagles compete, and even seeing the beginning of a promotion war…it undoubtedly was a great five months, and 2011 is shaping up to be an even better year! In fact, Pride is about to get its first ever Guest Commentator!

Eric Witz: So what, Kurt and Jeremy think we’re not good enough? Fine! Maybe I’ll go to…uh…UWL! Yeah, that’ll show them!

Keith Oswalt: Have fun having your commentary written for you…wait, Ike’s about to start!

Ike Rose: Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome you back to the Kingdom of Pride. It is my pleasure to introduce to you the first ever Pride Guest Commentator. He is a former Pride competitor, a multiple time World Champion, and a legendary competitor in the wrestling scene. I introduce you all, to the guest commentator of the night…Matt Mathews!!!

”Enemy” blasts through the speakers to an extremely mixed ovation, as Matt Mathews steps out himself! He grins cockily, looking out into the crowd.

Keith Oswalt: Good God, it’s Matt Mathews! Just weeks after returning to UWL, Matt has decided to grace Pride with his presence. For those of you veteran Pride competitors, you may remember Mathews tenure in Pride in 2007, as he competed against Andrew Fyre, also known as Inferno. He developed the “Blood, Pride, and Death” match while participating in-

Eric Witz: Seriously, you’re babbling after you just skipped the biggest detail…he’s a UWL guy! He’s been their Champion! What the Hell is this?!?

Keith Oswalt: Well, Josh Eagles has been too, but you haven’t complained about that…

Eric Witz: Christian Kane is my Valiant Champion after Winter Warfare…I have no reason to complain. Ever.

Mathews begins to walk down to the commentating table, and takes a seat besides Eric Witz and Keith Oswalt.

Matt Mathews: Perfection’s here, gentlemen. Never thought I’d step back into a Pride arena.

Keith Oswalt: Neither did we. Well, welcome back Matt!

Eric Witz: Yeah, welcome….don’t choke on the microphone.

Matt Mathews: Good to see you too Eric. Nice to know mediocrity is still acceptable to Jeremy Sterling.

Keith Oswalt: I can already tell this is going to be a fun night. We’ve got the aftermath of Winter Warfare, a Syndicate Championship Contenders match, and Christian Kane will make his Champions Address tonight! It’s going to be a great one, and it starts...now!

The camera focuses on the ramp, as…

[Kirk Noble]

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…Claude LeBatard!

Eric Witz: Gotta love this guy.

Keith Oswalt: Seriously?

Eric Witz: Well, the people in Corniche do...I think...

Matt Mathews: Well, the people in America apparently don't, now do they?

"I SAID HO!"

As Jesse Hughes' canned vocals come over the loudspeaker, and the stripping drum beats rise in infectious pace. Mikey Dega, dawning a black sleeveless t-shirt. With bold white letters that read: "I Beat Your Mom's High Score Last Night". Brushes past the curtain with a wild shout. Throwing his arms up getting an instant reaction from the crowd as they shout back at him. Quickly Dega takes flight as he rushes down the aisle slapping the hands of the fans in the front row. As he reaches ring side, he locks eyes with a certain crowd member. Seemingly psyching himself up exchanging words of...encouragement between the two. Capping off the escalation with a prompt and epic exploding fist bump, before rushing up the ring steps.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 185lbs and hailing from Yonkers New York.....Mikey Dega!

Keith Oswalt: Fresh young Blood for 2011! One of many wrestler making a debut tonight!

Eric Witz: More like rented space, this guy wont last!

Matt Mathews: You know, I said the same thing about you Eric. Three years later...here you are.

Once on the apron, Mikey wipes his feet quickly before sling shotting himself over the top rope and into a forward roll. Stopping abruptly on a knee, garnering another pop from the crowd as he relishes for a moment with his arms tightly extended at his sides. Quickly, Dega leaps to his feet and rushes the closest turnbuckle taking to the middle rope pumping himself and the crowd up one last time before the opening bell.

Keith Oswalt: After one of the strongest starts in Pride history, it's a shame to see Claude LeBatard practically fall off the face of the Earth. A loss to Dru Dallins, followed by a draw to Storm, has made Claude loss all the steam he gained from defeating the Syndicate Champion. W win here camn make Mikey Dega, and break Claude LeBatard.

Eric Witz: Good. It was starting to smell like old cheese in here!

Matt Mathews: Classy.

Claude fires the first shot and makes Mikey take a backstep into the ropes. He feels his mouth as Claude tells him welcome to a real show. Mikey shakes his head, acknowledging him being a newcomer to Kingdom of Pride and then cracks Claude in the face with a shot of his own. Claude then acts like he is going to take a walk outside of the ring to gather himself, but changes pace when Mikey turns to the crowd to mock Claude. Claude then he nails Mikey with a double ax handle, knocking him down. Claude then plants a few perfectly marked elbows to the spine of Mikey Dega. Claude then arrogantly picks Mikey up and whips him off the ropes. Claude puts his head down and Mikey makes him pay for it with a kick to the face, which sends him back peddlings.

Keith Oswalt: Claude is a resilient strikes, but letting Mikey get in easy shots like that isn't going to win this one for him. Perhaps hubris is Claude's Achilles Heel.

Matt Mathews: There's a difference between arrogance and confidence. I have one, and Claude has the other.

Claude charges forward but Mikey picks him up and drills him with a spine buster. Mikey then locks in an ankle lock to which Claude must try to escape it quickly. He reaches for the ropes but Mikey pulls him back. Claude is withering in pain and is about to tap but he manages to spin around and kick Mikey back with both feet. Mikey doesnt quit though as he runs at Claude. Claude has his guard up though and he gets him with a belly to belly suplex. Claude makes the cover...

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But he kickouts. Claude hits the mat in frustration with the count. Claude picks Mikey up and tosses him in the corner and begins to chop away. The chops are echoing in the arena. Mikey though musters up some strength and reverses it. With Claude in the corner now, he begins to welt Claude himself. Mikey then tosses him into the opposite corner and comes right behind him with a hard clothesline. Claude stumbles out of the corner and Mikey tries to scoop him up for a sitdown powerbomb but Claude wiggles out of it and reverses into an impactful DDT. With Mikey down, Claude can catch his breath....but the crowd is in a simmer for some reason. We dont realize why until we see what's behind the commentary table. Claude see's it now too.

Eric Witz: What is Claude looking at? Do I have something on my face?

Matt Mathews: He's looking at the man that has more World titles than he has career wins, that's who.

Keith Oswalt: Uh, guys...

Its a man...or something. Very slim to average build. He has a suit on and it just standing in a still position. But thats not why everyone is perplexed. Its because the man has a white rabbit head. Clearly a mask...but severly creepy none the less. Claude is taken back and doesnt know what to think...so he turns his attention back to Mikey Dega. Mikey is up now and begins to trade punches with Claude in the center of the ring. Mikey ducks one shot from Claude and drops him with a well executed dropkick to the kisser. When Claude gets up, Mikey gives him a "Optimus Special". The leg sweep is particularly done with extra force. Mikey Dega goes for the cover...

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Close kickout by Claude!

Keith Oswalt: Close fall! Claude LeBatard clearly seems...disturbed by whatever THAT thing is behind us.

Eric Mathews: Peter Cottontail from Hell, I tell you!

Matt Mathews: Clearly not as impressive as *I* was under a mask.

Mikey is frustrated. The camera turns back to the man on the outside. Standing motionless as if he is watching the match with intense focus. Camera tries to zoom in on the eyes but the mask seemingly doesnt have eye holes. Mikey is now confused and asking the ref what this is all about, but he doesnt know. Mikey turns back to Claude, who is up now, and Claude goes for a superkick but Mikey ducks and Claude's foot hits one of the turnbuckles. Claude is stumbling and hobbling and finally falls to the mat on his knee's. Mikey sizes him up and drills him with a "Dega-Done"! Claude is out cold as Mikey makes the cover...

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 4 minutes and 44 seconds....Mikey Dega!

As this announcement is going on, the man in the rabbit mask springs from his still spot and into the ring. From his jacket sleeve comes out a pipe and it looks as if he is going to pop Mikey Dega, but Dega turns around and puts his fists up. The man tilts his head in curiousity a bit and then turns his attention to Claude LeBatard, who is coming to. Once he is fully on his feet, the man takes a whack right at the throat of Claude! Mikey Dega slowly back tracks himself out of the ring with his victory.

Keith Oswalt: Looks like the Frenchman really is his target! Mikey Dega doesn't know what to do!

Matt Mathews: He doesn't owe anything to Claude LeBatard. I say leave him there.

Claude is gasping for air as the man just observes him like an expierment. The man then swings the pipe again, this time over the head of Claude, knocking him down and out. The crowd is buzzing with curiousity and some fear from children, who do not know what to make of this individual. The man the picks Claude up in a sitting motion and something else comes from his sleeve. It's a razor blade and he places it on the head of Claude and begins to slice, just a tad. Blood begins to trickle down as the man lets Claude drop back to the mat. The man then exits the ring and leaves through the crowd, some of which back up in terror.

Keith Oswalt: Pride has seen some unusual preemptive attacks before, that was just the...most unusual. The White Rabbit Man seems to have done his damage...but why?

Eric Mathews: He's like the Joker. He just does it because!

Matt Mathews: Someone's been playing a bit too much Arkahm Asylum, now haven't they?

Keith Oswalt: Folks, we've got to take a quick break, but we'll be right back!

The scene fades out, as EMT's rush down for Claude LeBatard.

[Kirk Noble]

The camera switches backstage, where Dustin Douglas and Paul Sant are sitting in what appears to be a man-made church! There are crosses hung up all over the walls, isles of chairs, and Dustin is dressed as a preacher! Sant looks around, fairly amused with the place.

Paul Sant: The place really does look great Dustin!

Dustin Douglas: Absolutely. In times of such hardship, I think the Pride roster will appreciate a place of peace and tranquility. Wars can be destructive, but the Lord still believe in all his children to prevail through the darkness. As the Lord said in Proverbs, “For by wise guidance thou shalt make thy war; And in the multitude of counsellors there is safety.”

Paul Sant: Oh, Cool!

Sant silently bows his head, and begins to muter a prayer…as Morgan Jones walks in the room. He instantly scowls as he looks around, but Dustin greets him.

Dustin Douglas: Good evening, young warrior. Come, and rest before thy battle with Obscene. I encourage you so.

Morgan Jones looks around, and Sant looks over at him.

Paul Sant: It’s cool to chill here man, away from all that chaos out there. I’ve known Dusty since our Pro Wrestling FIRE days, and he’s always been cool to chill with. Take a seat.

Morgan Jones: This…is disgusting.

Dustin Douglas: It is merely a place of worship. A place to be content.

Morgan Jones: You crazies always amuse me. You come in, get your jobs, and talk about “saving” people. No one needs “saving,” not in today’s warfare, and the God you think you know doesn’t care about you. Or you, for that matter.

Morgan points towards Sant, who seems a bit hurt by the allegations.

Paul Sant: Yo bro, why all the negativity?

Dustin Douglas: A mere misguided individual.

Morgan Jones: You assholes think this is funny, but it’s not. No one wants to hear your hugging-Jesus-bullshit. Next week, this stuff had better be gone…or I’ll force it away.

Morgan Jones moves in, but Sant stands up, getting eye to eye with Morgan Jones.

Paul Sant: Try it. You won’t be happy you did.

Morgan Jones scowls, and walks out, as Dustin and Sant both look at one another. The camera shifts over, where The Voice is standing behind a wall, away from the others.

The Voice: Interesting…

The scene fades out to blackness.

[Kirk Noble]

"No More Suffering" by Bounty Killer begins to play and Daevin parts the curtains and flips through them to land in front of everyone. He is full of energy flips his hair around and begins slapping hands with the fans before running quickly down to the ring and sliding in under the bottom ropes and kipping up. Daevin then goes to each turnbuckle and places a fist to his heart and then throws a #1 out to the crowd.

Ike Rose: The following match-up is a singles match-up scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds, and hailing from Discovery Bay, Jamaica…Daevin Dushane!

Eric Witz: Another day, another rookie whose name I can’t spell…

Keith Oswalt: Just because you failed Phonics doesn’t mean anything. Anyway, tonight marks the debut of rookie Daevin Dushane, the first Jamaican to debut in Pride. Looks to be an impressive looking kid, although this is actually his first ever wrestling match!

Matt Mathews: Doubtfully better than my own recruits. They dismantled Tic Tic, and now, this kid’s about to get mangled by…*that* thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keith Oswalt: Orge makes his return tonight after recovering from throat injuries he sustained from Johnny Noble. Orge looks to put himself back on the map by defeating the debuting Daevin Dushane.

Matt Mathews: Arson usually puts you on the spot.

Eric Witz: Hey, I was going to say something like that!

The bell rings, and Daevin moves in, trying to go for a lock-up, as Orge stares at him, clearly amused by his efforts. Instead, Daevin lashes forward, hitting a few strikes on Orge, but the big man doesn’t falter. Instead, using his brawler style, Orge begins to hit some high power hits on Daevin, sending him down after only a few. Orge then lifts up Daevin, and slams him down with a spinebuster, taking the wind out of the smaller man. Orge then runs off the ropes, and nails Daevin with a running elbow smash, sending him down as he tries to get up. S’ven seems pleased, as he applauds Orge, who gets a negative reaction from the crowd. Orge then goes for a quick cover…

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Kickout by Daevin Dushane!

Keith Oswalt: Orge Lambart starts out with an impressive power display. Seems like the twenty year old rookie isn’t quite sure how to deal with someone like Orge.

Eric Witz: You know how you deal with someone like Orge? Give a monkey a bazooka, and watch him blow up cows into chunks.

Matt Mathews: What I think he means is…well, that didn’t even make any sense to me. I think I’ll take Overstreet and Sharp over you two.

Orge lifts up Daevin, and Irish Whips him, before going for a Big Boot off the rebound…but Daevin slides under it, and gets up, hitting some quick kicks to the stomach and sides of Orge, throwing him off momentarily. As Orge leans over, Daevin hits a monstrous kick to his temple, sending Orge stumbling back. Attempting to capitalize, Daevin hits a quick dropkick on Orge, but that still doesn’t send him down. Daevin then runs against the ropes…but is floored with a boot to the face! Daevin goes down, and Orge stands over him…before ripping off a chunk of his flesh, and dropping it on Daevin, making him freak out uncontrollably as he rolls around. Orge smiles, licking his bloody lips, before lifting up Daevin, and trying for a Pendulum Backbreaker, but Daevin swings out of it. He stumbles back, not able to nimbly land on his feet, and Orge tries to rush in for a clothesline, but Daevin dodges it too, trying to stay away from the Beastmaster. Daevin then rushes in, and nails a jumping clothesline on Orge in the corner, before hitting Orge in the head with a few shots. Daevin then tries for the Sliced Bread #2, but Orge throws him off, and Daevin crashes against the canvas!

Orge shakes off some of the hits, as S’ven yells “sacrifice him for Zanda!” Orge then runs forward, but Daevin catches him in a lightening quick spinning wheel kick! Orge then falls face first into the corner, and Daevin jumps up, hitting a knee into the back on Orge’s head, before jumping up on the turnbuckle, as Orge tries to get up. Daevin jumps, and nails a great looking Fame-Asser on Orge, slamming him down to the canvas! Daevin makes a cover…

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3-Kickout by Orge Lambart!

Keith Oswalt: Incredibly close kickout by Orge Lambart! I’m telling you, for his first ever wrestling match, Daevin Dushane is impressing me.

Matt Mathews: When I was a rookie, I was battling it out with The Phenomenal Blu and Tim Harrison. This kid has it easy, even with Orge Lambart.

Eric Witz: Tell em Old Man Mathews!

Daevin begins to get a bit of swagger in his step, getting the crowd all fired up. He dances around a bit, and as Orge gets up, goes for a spinning kick, but Orge evades it, and Daevin trips, causing him to fall face first on the canvas. Daevin gets up, and gets grabbed by Orge, who goes for the Orge Ender (modified Chokeslam)…but Daevin moves out of it in midair. Orge tries to grab him, but ends up getting hit with a stunner! He stumbles back, and Daevin kicks him out of the ring! Orge lands outside, and he appears angry as he stands up, shouting at S’ven…before turning, and seeing Daevin launch himself over the ropes, and into them both! Daevin quickly gets up, but S'ven tries to grab his leg, tripping up the rookie. Daevin turns to him, and begins to yell, but Orge grabs Daevin and slams him into a steel post!

Orge throws Daevin back into the ring, and lifts him up for the Orge Ender, but Daevin counters it for a roll-up...

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 6 minutes and 30 seconds...Daevin Dushane!

[Kirk Noble]

The scene switches to backstage, where Esix Cordero can be seen warming up for his match-up later in the night. He is wrapping his hands, as Skeeter Butts stands around him, looking cautiously at anyone that even walks around Esix, which seems to be irritating him.

Esix Cordero: Stop being paranoid, Skeeter. No one’s around, and even if so, they’re not going to bother us.

Skeeter Butts: You don’t know that. These wrester types are weird, you know? They approach you out of nowhere, ask you for an interview, the works. Seems like something’s in the air after you beating Morgan Jones at Winter Warfare. I can smell it.

Esix just shakes his head as he finishes taping his hands. He stands up, and faces his nervous friend.

Esix Cordero: Relax. Trust me, I dislike this whole set-up just as much as you. But it’s a job, and a chance to fight…just with less regulations than some MMA companies. The pay’s alright too. You just stay near me, and everything will be alright.

Skeeter Butts: Fine. Just don’t let it go to your head after you beat the Hell out of Kid Flanagan and get a shot.

Esix Cordero: Trust me…I won’t.

The two men turn, but the second they do, they are face to face with Daevin Dushane!

Daevin Dushane: Excuse me, but I was wondering if you could-

Esix moves like lightening, pushing Skeeter aside and pinning Daevin up against the wall with his forearm. He brings his fist back, ready to strike, as Daevin grasps for air!

Esix Cordero: I don’t like being surprised, especially by people I don’t know. You’ve got exactly five seconds to explain what you want, or I start swinging…

Daevin Dushane: I-I just…wanted to ask for your help!

Esix snarls, and presses a bit harder….before releasing Daevin, who begins to grasp for air.

Esix Cordero: You’re asking the wrong man, idiot. I’m not interested in helping you, or anyone in this place. I’m here to fight, get paid, and that’s it. Besides, you held up…alright, against Orge Lambart. You don’t need my help, and you’re not getting it.

Esix begins to walk away, but Daevin grabs his hand. Esix immediately pulls it back, and looks like he’s going to swing again, before Daevin speaks.

Daevin Dushane: I’m sorry. I am new to this country. My name is Daevin Dushane. I have just heard rumors that you are one of the best, and I…I would like to learn under you.

Esix just stares at the man as he lightly bows. Esix gives Skeeter a “What the Hell” look.

Esix Cordero: Are you on some sort of Jamaican crystal meth or something? If you know anything about me, you’ll know that I don’t do the whole “mentor.” I’m not gonna babysit some kid while he gets his ass kicked, and hold his hand while he cries about it. Not gonna happen. So I suggest you turn around, walk fifty steps, and just forget this happened. I’ve got a title shot to earn.

Esix glares at Daevin, before walking off. Daevin continues to look at him, before sighing, as the scene fades out.

[Kirk Noble]

The beginning notes of "Welcome to the Family" by Avenged Sevenfold are heard. Luke Haven walks out after first big pulse in music. Looks around at the crowd then heads to the ring, almost stalking as he walks. Jumps into the ring, ready to fight.

Ike Rose: The following match-up is a singles match, scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 230 pounds, and hailing from Leighton, Alabama...Luke Haven!

Keith Oswalt: Here's another man making his official Oblivion debut tonight. An energetic looking young kid, no doubt.

Matt Mathews: Reminds of a less impressive, less talented, less attractive Leon Tyrell, to be honest.

Eric Witz: Was that before or after he had all his hair cut off?

"Mr. Brightside" by The Killers hits as smoke begins to fill the entrance way. Cage makes his way down to the ring with a serious expression on his face. He climbs the turnbuckle and embraces the crowd.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds,and hailing from Falkirk, Scotland...Stuart Cage!

Keith Oswalt: While he obviously comes with some interesting credentials, Stuart Cage has yet to find a solid footing here in Pride. He just seems like he's...not here sometimes.

Eric Witz: Seems like he's late a lot.

Matt Mathews: And you shmucks still keep him around. I love it.

Luke and Cage square off in the ring, eying eachother up like two rabid dogs ready to descend upon eachother in furious attack at any given moment, hands raised as they moved to approach eachother - quickly grappling at eachother in an attempt to get a quick and decisive headstart in the pugilism. Haven ended up winning out as Cage drew back to take a quick breath, Luke capitalizing on that motion to quickly send Stuart flying with an Irish Whip. Cage's pants for breath were audible throughout the arena as he rebounded off the ring ropes, faced soon with an arm around his head as Haven pulled him down into a Jumping DDT, using the momentum from the Irish Whip to drive his head harder into the mat. Cage gradually moved onto all fours as Luke waited, then swiftly smashing his foot into his stomach, causing him to roll onto his front - Haven quickly moving to go for the early pin.

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Kickout!

Cage wasted no time while he raised his shoulders, moving up to stand as Luke momentarily recoiled from the suddenness of the pin being broken. Cage took a quick gasp before diving at Haven, slamming him with a quick chop to the stomach before going for a backbreaker. Haven rolled about as his back was smashed by that move, Cage resting on a knee for just a moment to catch his breath - this moment being just long enough for Luke to kip-up in a manner just right in order to shove his feet into Stuart's chest. Haven quickly moved on top of Cage, gviing him a couple of swift chops on the chest before rising up. Luke gave a couple of swift stomps to the prone Cage, taunting him to get up as he did so. After a moment, he leaned down to lift him up by his shoulders, the dazed Stuart rather simply and quickly knocked back to the ground by a firm dropkick to his chest.

Cage pulled back on the mat in an attempt to reach the nearby ropes as Luke again pulled him up to a standing position, moving forward to firmly chop him a couple of times on the chest - various noises emanating from the crowd in equal boos and cheers for both of the stars that presently practiced their art of brawling inside the squared circle. Cage was soon revealed to be playing possum just a bit as he moved to shove a boot directly into Luke's chest, causing him to recoil as Stuart moved forward - gripping him in a headlock as he grabbed his tights, pulling him up to perform a Vertical Suplex. Luke, fast on his feet and his mind, managed to loosen Cage's grip just enough to allow him room to pull Cage into a schoolboy pin on the downswing.

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Kickout!

If nothing else, Cage had persistence as he raised his shoulders to escape that sudden and rather tight pin - a grunt of annoyance escaping from both men's lips as they slowly raised to a standing position, both harmed by the shock of the sudden landing of that countered suplex. Now seemingly on equal footing, the two glared at eachother from across the ring, circling just a bit as Cage panted, attempting to catch his breath - both of them sweating, adrenaline pumping endlessly throughout their bloodstream as they clenched and unclenched their fists, ready to swing at any sudden moment that they might need to.

Stuart decided on the element of surprise being better than taking another moment to recover, and for the short term, this was a good idea, as it allowed him to knock down Haven with a quick clothesline, Haven rising up as Cage rebounded, going for another clothesline. Haven, however, was quick on his feet and dropped to his back, watching Cage's arm fly over him before kipping up in a quick motion - the surprised Stuart gripping the ropes as he turned his head to gaze back at the man who had just escaped his next movement. Of course, Cage has no time to ponder upon the meaning of this before he was gripped and pulled away from the ropes - Luke lifting him up and slamming him down in a Vertigo.

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 5 minutes and 58 seconds...Luke Haven!

Keith Oswalt: Luke Haven picks up a solid win! Stuart Cage drops another one, unfortunately.

Eric Witz: With some new faces dominating the ranks, could older faces be on their way out?

Matt Mathews: You speak about yourselves a lot, don't you?

Cage stands up, gripping the back of his head, as the scene fades to black.

[Kirk Noble]

The scene switches to Kurt Noble’s office, as he’s diligently doing paperwork. A voice can be heard over his phone.

Secretary: Stuart Cage is here to see you.

Kurt Noble: Send him in, please.

Noble sits back, and after a few moments, in walks Stuart Cage, still sweaty after his match against Luke Haven.

Stuart Cage: You wanted me, Boss man?

Kurt Noble: Sit down Stu.

Stuart Cage sits down, and looks at Noble, who seems peeved.

Kurt Noble: I’ll be frank with you Stu…your performance in Pride has been pitiful. You’ve frequently been late to the arena, wrestle like you’re not even there, and surprisingly, seem to have no problems with it. This worries me Stu.

Stuart Cage: Well, to be honest, I’ve been dealing with a lot of extenuating circumstances in my life. I mean, there was the baby, and-

Kurt Noble: Stu, I really wish I could sit here and say that’s okay. Maybe in another time, I could…but Pride is taking off like a rocket. I’m staring at three new applications this week, and the budget for talent is starting to get tight. Some people might need to be let go. You might be one…

Secretary: Obscene is here, Mr. Noble.

Kurt Noble: Send him in too.

Stuart Cage seems confused, just as Obscene walks in. He too looks a bit pissed.

Obscene: Ye-…what is he doing here Kurt?

Kurt Noble: Sit down Javier.

Obscene senses the seriousness, and sits down next to Stu.

Kurt Noble: You, like Stuart here, have disappointed me. Javier, this company has constantly put its neck out for you. Title shots, high profile matches, a high contract…but we have nothing close to a return as of yet. You’ve lost us Legend’s contract, and continue to be a general nuisance backstage. Your performance reviews are wholly negative. Shall I go on?

Obscene: You think I care what everyone else thinks? If you want to fire me, fire me…but don’t make me sit through this melodramatic bullshit.

Stuart Cage: Seriously, what is going on here?!?

Noble sits back and smiles.

Kurt Noble: You both are on the edge of being fired…so you’re both going to reignite your careers. You’re both going to restart your careers, together. I don’t care how you do it. Team, fight one another, kill a cow, doesn’t matter to me…but you both need to earn your piece of the pie. I’d suggest you start tonight by winning Obscene. Is that clear?

Obscene seems passively bitter.

Kurt Noble: Javier?

Obscene: Oh, I’ll do something alright. If it means this shmuck gets fired over me, I’ll rip his vocal chords out, and feed them to him.

Stuart Cage: Seriously, you want me to work with this psychopath?

Kurt Noble: Your jobs, gentlemen. I suggest you make good on your talk. Now…get out of my office.

Both men stand up, and exit, as Noble smiles to himself. The scene fades out.

[Kirk Noble]

‘Reckoning’ hits the PA system, Morgan Jones steps out from the curtain. He is wearing a long black coat and holds a crucifix in one hand and a bible in the other. He continues down the ramp, his arms out to his sides, the cross and the bible running close to the fans in the front row. He climbs the steps, hangs the cross over the turnbuckle and places his hands together, his head placed against the tips of his fingers. He then removes the robe, letting it drop to the floor, revealing his tattooed skin underneath. Morgan stares around at the audience, taking in their reactions to his appearance, then enters through the ropes, places the bible down in his corner and puts his hand together again, waiting for the start of the match.

Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a… Oh my god!

As Ike Rose had begun introducing Morgan Jones, Obscene springboards himself over the top rope and lands on Morgan Jones, driving him down with a springboard DDT. Slamming Jones into the mat. After this, Obscene gets up and begins to continuously kick Jones, kicking him out to ringside. Now getting out and following Jones, Obscene grabs the timekeeper chair of Rose’s and lifts it up before cracking it down across Jones’s skull. Not being disqualified as the match has yet to officially start, Obscene sit’s the chair up before lifting Jones up and quickly driving Morgan Jones through the chair with a quick moving Obscene Driver I (Michinoku Driver)!

After putting Morgan through the chair, Obscene lifts Morgan back up and tosses him into the ring, his head draping over the apron. Sadistically grinning, Obscene opens the chair and wraps it around Morgan’s throat before heading over to the announce table. Climbing atop of it, Obscene yells at Eric Witz, Keith Oswalt, and Matt Mathews, “This is you Cage!” After yelling this, Obscene leaps off of the table and hit’s a brutal dropkick on Morgan Jones, having the chair crush his throat in the process! Grinning after doing this, Obscene takes the chair off of Jones and pushes him into the ring before sliding in himself and telling the referee to “ring the damn bell.” Listening to Obscene, the bell is rung, and as soon as this is done, Obscene covers Jones,

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Ike Rose: Here’s your uhh winner, via pinfall, in three seconds… Obscene!

Grinning as the referee raises his hand in victory, Obscene looks down at Morgan Jones who spits up blood after having the chair collapse over his throat. Walking to the back to chants of “You sick fuck!” Obscene grins as the commentary team is left to reflect what they’d just seen.

Keith Oswalt: My God… What has Kurt Noble done?

Eric Witz: I think he’s had Obscene unleash a more violent side than we’ve ever seen, and we’ve seen some damn violent Obscene.

Matt Mathews: Well… I guess Pride is still as bloodthirsty as ever.

Keith Oswalt: I can’t believe what we just saw… How’s Stuart Cage going to respond?

Matt Mathews: Probably by pissing himself… Or getting stuck in snow in Glasgow.

Eric Witz: What are you talking about dickface?

Matt Mathews: Inside joke, only non-queers would understand.

[Kirk Noble]

The camera comes back, as Ike Rose is standing in the middle of the ring, a microphone in his hand.

Ike Rose: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I’d like introduce the newest Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion….Christian Kane!

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!?

Keith Oswalt: He’s here! The newest Valiant Champion, the Pride Original, Christian Kane..is finally here!

Matt Mathews: I never thought I’d live to see the day. Now just eleven more to go, and he’ll tie me.

Eric Witz: Always thinking about yourself Matt. Now’s the time to soak in the Godliness of our new, sexier Valiant Champion!

The familiar lyrics play…but Christian Kane doesn’t come out. Suddenly, the curtains burst open, and out comes a gigantic float! The lavish float is covered in beautiful satin, and on top, is a bed with with Christian Kane on it! He’s surrounded by at least seven beautiful women, all in scantily clad clothing, including Dani herself. CK smiles at the crowd, as the camera shows that several muscular women are moving the float along. The float stops just short of the ring.

Keith Oswalt: Oh. My. God.

Matt Mathews: That, good sirs, is a lucky man.

Eric Witz: Seriously…save some for the rest of us CK!

CK is lifted up by the women around him, and he’s handed his title, as he tears open his bathrobe to reveal his wrestling attire. CK steps off the float, as the women all blow kisses towards him. Instead of stepping on the floor, the muscular women act as stepping stones, and CK steps onto the apron from them. The ropes are opened for him, and he embraces an usually warm crowd reaction. The float moves away, leaving only CK and Dani in the ring. Dani plants a big kiss on CK, before handing him a microphone.

Christian Kane: What can I say ladies…I do it big.

Eric Witz: Judging by his pants, he certainly does!

Matt Mathews:…

Christian Kane: I, Christian Kane, stand before you bigger than any Champion, any God, any absolutely heart-melting pair of breasts, just like Dani’s. I, ladies especially, stand before you as the great Valiant Champion that has ever lived. Kurt Noble, Delikado, Chris Hart, Blade, Josh Eagles…all figments of the boring past. The future is Christian. The future is Kane. The future is…this guy, The “Original Bad Guy” Christian Kane!

The crowd gives CK a warm reception, and he smiles, getting into the groove as he speaks.

Christian Kane: Now, I was told I had to come out here, give a big speech about what I’m going to do as Champion, blah blah blah…but then I was “What? This isn’t a beauty pageant! I’m gonna do whatever I want, bitches!” And that’s what I said, right to the faces of Kurt Noble and Jeremy Sterling. Well, some guy that sent, but that doesn’t matter. So what do I say out here? Whatever I want! I’m the best, I’m the Champion, and I’m the guy that beat Josh Eagles!

Eric Witz: Yeah he did!

Keith Oswalt: Not without some outside assistance, but alright.

Christian Kane: But really…it’s been five long years, and finally, it’s here. I AM the Valiant Champion. That means a whole lot of kicking asses, getting girls, and getting the big money. I do that all anyway, now I just get to do it more. Even more than that guy, Old Man Mathews!

Matt Mathews: Don’t think you won’t be getting yours, CK…

Keith Oswalt: Let him finish!

CK pauses, and looks at his title, a genuine warmth coming from him.

Christian Kane: But seriously…I’ve been involved with this company every time it’s been around. It’s my time to shine, and my time to progress. Guys like Josh Eagles and Chris Hart did their part, but they’ve always been the same old. Times have changed. 2011 marks a big year for Pride, especially with this whole war going on. As Pride’s Valiant Champion, I’ll represent the Hell out of this company, but being the best Champion either UWL or Pride has ever seen. I beat Josh Eagles and now, it’s time to-

TIC TIC TIC TIC TIC

The camera shifts to the stage, as CK’s grin vanishes. He stares, as Tic Tic walks out onto the stage!

Keith Oswalt: Oh my God, it’s Tic Tic! Someone get Pride out here!

Matt Mathews: Correct me if I’m wrong, which I’m not…but he just seems to be calmly walking. If he was going to thrash Christian Kane, he probably would have been more…frantic about it.

Tic Tic walks down to the ring, as CK stares at him, clearly on edge. Tic Tic gets into the ring, and grabs a microphone, as he stares at the Valiant Champion.

Tic Tic: Put your nervous glances away. I’m not here to hurt you, although had I wanted to, that little charade with the float would have been an ideal chance. I’m here on invitation by the Kingdom of Pride.

The crowd seems thoroughly surprised, but Tic Tic continues.

Tic Tic: I find it funny that you, Christian Kane, really do believe that you are Champion out of your own good will and grace. You are NOT. Let me remind you of something: Had I not intervened on your behalf, Josh Eagles would still be Champion, and you would be sitting at the bottom of the show, no longer relevant. In a sense, I’ve done you a favor…so now’s the time to collect. Christian, I don’t know if you’ve gazed outside your dome of an ego to observe this…but our companies are at war. Their politics for doing so don’t interest me…but I’ve been given an interesting motive in all of this. I get to face, and crush, the Pride Valiant Champion. That was going to be Josh…but now it’s you. For so long, Josh Eagles and I danced around the idea of destroying each other, but now you stand right where he was, with his title. It’s time to make it concrete. On March 20th, The Universal Wrestling League and The Kingdom of Pride are going to host a joint show, and in the Main Event, you and I are going to face. Champion vs. Champion. Refuse this opportunity, and I will make sure you are not Champion for more than two weeks.

Christian Kane stares at Tic Tic, as the crowd chants “LET’S GO PRIDE!”

Keith Oswalt: Christian Kane vs. Tic Tic on March 20th? Jesus!

Matt Mathews: I hope CK kills Tic Tic to be honest, even if he does support UWL.

Eric Witz: Well, that’s not very nice…

Suddenly, “King of the World” plays to a thorough pop, and out walks a rather pissed off looking Josh Eagles! He walks down to the ring, his eyes dead set on Tic Tic. He gets in the ring, and grabs a microphone as Tic Tic tenses, anticipating an attack.

Josh Eagles: I have two words for you: Hell no. HELL no! You think I’ve just forgotten how you attacked me multiple times, and cost me my Championship? You think that all goes away just because CK stole the Valiant title from me? It doesn’t, and neither do I. our fight’s with me Tic Tic, regardless of who has the belt. You and I are going to face off, not you and…him.

Eagles stares disdainfully at CK, who eyes both men cautiously.

Tic Tic: Charming…but I don’t see a belt around your waist. If you couldn’t protect your own title, I fail to see how you’re going to be able to defeat me. All I need is one moment, and this…

Tic Tic raises his elbow.

Tic Tic: Is going to be the final thing you see before I smash your face in. Face it Josh: You no longer matter. No one cares about you. No. One. But tell you what…I’ll think about it…provided you prove to me you can actually stand a chance against me. A passive, shell of a man isn’t going to beat me. Think about how much you want this Josh, and how far you’re willing to push yourself…and this man.

Tic Tic points towards CK, who gets in a position to strike.

Tic Tic: Think hard, gentlemen…your company depends on it.

Suddenly, Tic Tic exits the ring, as Josh Eagles turns towards CK.

Christian Kane: Listen Josh, I had no idea-

Josh Eagles: You shut your damn mouth. You stole my title away from me, and I will never forgive you for that. You think you’re the King of the World now, but you don’t know how hard it is being Champion. Perhaps you need someone to show you. I don’t want you to forget that I have a rematch clause against you, and intend to use it...but first I want to see you sweat it out. Try to handle being Champion, the Hell it puts you through, and then we’ll see if you’re even around to face Tic Tic. We’ll see, won’t we?

Christian Kane simply stands in front of Eagles, before raising his own microphone.

Christian Kane: I think you have a match to wrestle, Josh.

Christian Kane smiles, and moves to the commentating table.

Keith Oswalt: Looks like the Valiant Champion is going to join us!

Matt Mathews: Good to see you again Christian. Nice belt.

Christian Kane: What up, peeps? Oh, and Matt. Yeah, it is nice. Good thing you never touched it!

Eric Witz: This table is getting a little too crowded tonight...

The camera switches to Ike Rose...

[Kirk Noble]

Ike Rose: The following is a singles contest scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 195 pounds, and hailing from Oshawa Canada…Josh Eagles!

Eagles turns and looks up the ramp, as the sound of “Eon” by Celldweller hits the speakers as the crowd roar up into a frenzy. Eddie Nash, the hero of the masses steps out of the curtain to a thunderous ovation from his fans. Standing with his feet apart at the top of the stage he throws up a rock horn with one hand inciting the crowd to yell and cheer for the home town hero as his fanfare for making his way down the entrance ramp. “Eon” continues to blast through as he makes his way to the ring.

He climbs into the ring and gets ready for his next match, the one which he'll treat the same as any other. Like the fight of his life. Waiting for the bell to ring he shadow boxes in the corner and gets ready to go, as Eagles stares him down.

Ike Rose: And from Knoxville, Tennessee, weighing in at245 pounds, he is the “King of the Road” …Eddie Nash!

Keith Oswalt: As if Josh hasn’t had enough confrontations, he now has to deal with the man that seems to be a rather energetic up and comer, Eddie Nash. Nash actually defeated both Stuart Cage and Jerome and Winter Warfare.

Matt Mathews: Seems that’s all Josh is good for…beating nobodies and dropping titles quickly. Hope he’s gotten better since I beat him for the Heritage Title like three years ago.

Eric Witz: Well, he was the Valiant Champion…but Tic Tic saw an end to that. Can’t say I’m too happy about that one though…

Christian Kane: I am! Ba-zing!

The bell rings, and Eagles hesitantly eyes both of the enemies he has sitting at the commentating table, before looking for Tic Tis, who has gone backstage. Nash seems ready to go, and both men begin to slowly walk about, before slowly locking up. Nash moves behind Eagles, quickly locks in a side headlock, and flips Eagles over himself, but Eagles counters by trying to lock in a hold with his legs. Nash breaks the move, and both men kip up. Eagles rushes in, but gets swung over yet again. The move fails again, and both men get up. Eagles lashes out, clearly not showing any hesitation, but gets a huge arm drag, and Nash tries to lock in an arm bar. Eagles rolls forward, and gets up, just as Nash charges. Nash goes for a clothesline, but Eagles ducks, and nails Nash with a forearm to knock him down. Both men break apart for a second, and as Nash stands up, he smiles, but Eagles looks more willing to fight than to smile.

Keith Oswalt: While Eagles is showing a bit more of a brash attitude than usual, he’s still a wrestler at heart, and was able to avoid being taken down by “The King of the Road.”

Christian Kane: Psh, he’s imitating my ego. Trust me, when you do it CK Style, but do it big, and I mean really freaking humgous.

Matt Mathews: Just like the amount of time it took for you to win a title. Congrats on the near five years Christian.

Both men go in and lock-up, and Eagles locks in a side headlock this time. They bounce off the ropes, and Nash pushes Eagles away, but Eagles knocks him down with the force of his shoulder off the rebound. Eagles then quickly runs off the opposite ropes, and Nash gets up, jumping clear over Eagles, before grabbing Eagles and throwing him over the ropes! Eagles barely lands on apron, and turns towards the commentating table, getting momentarily distracted. Nash runs forward, grabs Eagles and hits him with a few shots, before pulling his head through the ropes, bouncing Eagles a bit on the ropes, and nailing him with an Impaler DDT off the ropes! Nash gets an applause for his innovativeness, and a small “King of Pride” chant going. He lifts up Eagles, and begins to hit some knees to his sternum, before pushing Eagles into the corner. Nash begins to show off his biker brawler skills, hitting some vicious shots on Eagles, with the crowd yelling “Bam!” as he does. However, Eagles pushes him away, and as Nash moves back in, Eagles grabs him and tries to lock in the Walls of Joshico. Nash struggles, so Eagles flips forward for a pin instead…

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Kickout by Eddie Nash!

Nash stands up, and instantly gets a great reaction from the crowd, which frustrates Eagles. Eagles yells “I was the Champion, NOT him!” rushing forward, and hitting a few aggressive strikes on Nash’s head, getting him some boos. The two men get entangled in their strikes, and go over the top rope, hitting the floor below. As Nash gets up, Eagles does first, and hits a kick on Nash to keep him down. Eagles then lifts up Nash, and then dropkicks him into the steel post! Nash falls over, as the crowd wills him to get back up. As Eagles is walking over to him, Eagles spots the overcrowded commentating table, staring at the new Valiant Champion.

Matt Mathews: Don’t get distracted Joshy. You’re finally starting to man up.

Keith Oswalt: The more aggressive approach is proving to be effective against Eddie Nash, but he needs to capitalize on this. Otherwise, his aggression is just going to build in an unhealthy fashion.

Eric Witz: Well, if I had been ignored by my biggest enemy, having the crowd like my opponent more than me, and staring the man that beat my for my title in the face, I might not be too happy either!

Christian Kane says nothing, and instead smiles as Eagles eyes the Valiant Championship. He then turns, and see Nash, who is starting to get up. Eagles throws Nash into the ring, before getting in and stomping his face a bit, clearly frustrated with the pace of the match. Eagles locks in a sleeper hold, but Nash, with a strong crowd support, begins to lift himself up. The crowd is fully behind Nash, but suddenly, Eagles drops the move and instead nails a lungblower on Nash! Eagles lifts him up, and shoves him into the corner, before nailing him hard knee strikes on Nash, and Irish Whipping him. Eagles rushes in, but Nash counters, and nails Eagles with a German suplex! Nash stands up, begins to hit repeated stomps on Eagles, starting the “Pedal To The Metal.” Chris Owens pulls a rather amused Eddie Nash away, but Nash moves in, and as Eagles pulls himself up, Nash lifts him up, and drops Eagles with a Chopper Gunner (Back Suplex into Neck-breaker). Nash pins him…

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Kickout by Eagles!

Nash begins to stomp Eagles again, before hitting Eagles with a quick leg drop off the ropes. Feeding off his momentum, he lifts up Eagles, and goes for a Jack Daniels DDT (Wrist Clutch Snap DDT), but Eagles spins out of it, and nails Nash with a jawbreaker, sending him stumbling off the ropes. Both men go in, and throw sluggish punches at one another, working up the crowd. Nash wins, and he Irish Whips Eagles, who counters with a quick snap suplex! Eagles then goes to the top rope, and goes for the Legacy (Swanton), but Nash rolls out of the way. Eagles slams on his back, but quickly gets up, before walking into a Shotgun Blues (Superkick)! Nash makes a pin…

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3-Kickout by Josh Eagles!

Christian Kane: Hey, I’ve seen that before! Oh right, it was after I kicked Josh Eagles in the FACE and became the Valiant Champion.

Matt Mathews: Funny, Eagles kicked out, just like he did against all of your kicks. If I remember, you needed help from Tic Tic. What a shame.

Christian Kane: At least I don’t have sweaty man boobs that will never feel the grace of a woman again, Sir Mathews the Lonely.

Keith Oswalt: And back to the match…

Nash stands up, and gets in the corner, ready to end the match by Dropping the Hammer (Spear)! The crowd gets behind him, and as Eagles gets up, Nash runs in…but Eagles sidesteps, and nails Nash with the Eagles Wings (Angel’s Wings)! Eagles then runs, and jumps off the ropes for a Lionsault, but Nash rolls out of the way, and Eagles manages to land on his feet. Nash runs forward, but Eagles catches him with the Impact Asylum! Eagles makes the pin...

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 11 minutes and 3 seconds...Josh Eagles!

Keith Oswalt: Eagles pulls out a narrow victory against the King of the Road, no doubt making a message to the Valiant Champion. Wouldn't you say?

However, CK isn't listening, as he's stood up, and is staring Eagles down.

Eric Witz: Or not...

Matt Mathews: Now that looks like a Champion...and not CK.

The screen fades out as the two men continue the staredown.

[Kirk Noble]

The camera focuses in on the ring, where Ike Rose is standing, a microphone in his hand.

Keith Oswalt: This is personally my most anticipated match-up of the night gentlemen. The Syndicate Division has given us some great competitive match-ups thus far, and this four way elimination match to determine the #1 contender to Kid Flanagan’s Syndicate Championship!

Matt Mathews: I’ve been waiting for this “good” Pride wrestling you’ve been talking about all night. All I’ve seen so far is the Cirque Du Solei so far.

Eric Witz: I…I don’t know what that is, but yeah!

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

Ike Rose: The following match-up is an Elimination Match! If a wrestler is pinned, or they submit, they are eliminated from the match-up, until there is only one man standing! Introducing first, weighing in at 130 pounds, and hailing from Nottingham, England…John Parker!

“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: Next, weighing in at 170 pounds, and hailing from Phoenix, Arizona…accompanied by Skeeter Butts…Esix Cordero!

”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: Next, weighing in at 297 pounds, and hailing from Tampa Bay, Florida…Dru Tha Merc!

"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, and hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota…he is the Kingdom of Pride Syndicate Champion… Kid Flanagan!

Keith Oswalt: An impressive line-up to beat, and among the best competitors in Pride.

Matt Mathews: My bet’s on Cordero. Sure, none of these guys could ever come close to touching me, but that kid’s got some deadly looking fists.

Eric Witz: Merc’in it up in here!

Keith Oswalt: I can’t underestimate the Champion in this situation. I suppose that leaves John Parker as the wild card!

Chris Owens signals for the bell, and all four men hesitantly eye one another. They begin to move closer, when suddenly, Esix lashes out and JDP, and Dru begins to hammer down on the Syndicate Champion. Esix throws JDP into the corner, and begins to hit some solid shots to his stomach, before moving back, and then running in for a kick…that he misses when JDP moves out of the way. Esix slams awkwardly into the corner, and JDP hits a dropkick on Esix, slamming him against the turnbuckle, before going on an offensive bout of punches. On the opposite side of the ring, Dru is laying into Kid with some huge forearms. He lifts Kid up, military press style, but Kid falls back, and as Dru turns around, he gets clotheslined out of the ring! Kid then runs off the ropes, and flings himself over the top rope into Dru! Kid gets up, being cheered on by the crowd, before grabbing Dru, who fires back with a shot to Kid’s jaw. Kid stumbles back, and charges Dru, who grabs Kid and spins him around, slamming his back into the steel pole!

Back in the ring, Esix has regained the offensive advantage against JDP. He moves JDP around the ring with some swift kicks to his legs, keeping JDP from getting a solid footing. Esix moves JDP into the corner, before moving JDP through the air with a takedown slam! He then mounts JDP, and begins a rather savage beating of him, laying into JDP with some solid shots to the face. Esix turns around, and there’s Dru. The two men stare at one another, the rivalry clear between them. Both men then lunge forward, pounding each other mercilessly, both men being experts at a brutal power offense. Esix wins the power bout surprisingly, and tries to take down Dru, but Dru lifts up Esix, and swings him down, slamming his face on the canvas. Dru then spins around, and is hit with a Kid Kick (Superkick) from Kid Flanagan! Kid makes a quick cover…

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Kickout by Dru Dallins!

Keith Oswalt: First near fall of the match! You have to feel that this match is a bit of a mismatch so far. The two smaller competitors, John Parker and Kid Flanagan, have taken on the more strike based competitors, Dru and Esix…and they haven’t fared too well.

Matt Mathews: Really? Seems like Kid Flanagan just kicked Dru in the face. Not sure what match you’re watching. Besides, the Flanagan’s have that uncanny ability to go crazy at any time. You remember Flap going mad at Kurt Noble in UWL, and nearly killing the guy?

Eric Witz: UWL mentions are a little bit…frowned on here. But it’s okay…you’re new here.

Kid stands up, but instantly gets hit from behind by JDP. JDP then begins to hammer on him, before Irish Whipping Kid. JDP goes for a clothesline, but Kid ducks under, and manages to duck another before hitting a running diving headbutt to the gut of JDP. JDP staggers back, and falls victim to a jumping cutter from Kid! Kid then grabs him, and tries to lock in Da Tapper (Walls of Jericho), but JDP rolls back, bringing Kid back with him, before hooking a leg for a pin….

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Kid reverses the pin, barely holing on…

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3!

Ike Rose: With a time of 4 minutes and 35 second, John Parker has been eliminated first!

Matt Mathews: Good. He’s kind of annoying. Reminds me of that Jerry McClean fellow.

Keith Oswalt: Another name we perhaps shouldn’t speak of. He and Robbie Venom officially reunited this past week in UWL, reforming-

Eric Witz: Oh hey, when did we become the UWL announce team? There’s a Pride match going on!

JDP stands up, looking pissed as he yells at the Chris Owens. He pouts a bit, before getting out of the ring. Kid then turns around, and gets blasted with a Big Boot from Dru, which sounds him down and out of the ring. Esix gets up, and the two stare down again. They get in close, before Esix throws a punch, hit fist colliding against the Gangstar’s face. Dru wipes his lip, before smiling, and stating “Ken Shamrock Nigga…please,” and smacking Esix with his own big punch! Dru throws Esix off the ropes, before lifting him up for the Bear Hug! However, Esix pounds him in the face quickly, forcing Dru to let go. Dru goes against the ropes, and in one fluid motion, spins and nails a Chuck Norris like roundhouse kick to the face of Dru, sending him over the ropes to the floor below! Esix then looks to be getting out of the ring, and Kid runs up behind him, jumping onto the apron, nailing Esix with a on the ropes! Esix stumbles back, and then rushes forward, and Kid nails him in the gut, and then tries to suplex Esix, who hangs onto the ropes. Dru then grabs Kid, and yanks him down, before clotheslining him to the mats. Just as Dru looks up, he sees Esix jump for Dru…who catches Esix, and throws him onto the announce table, breaking it in half!

Keith Oswalt: First broken table of the year, ladies and gentlemen!

Matt Mathews: I think I’ll move. Unlike my friend Eric over here, having men on me isn’t the most fun thing in the world.

Eric Witz: Oh please. Look at all Matt’s protégé’s. We know how he is…

Matt Mathews: Successful? I think so.

Du smirks, as Esix appears to be down for a bit. Dru then lifts up Kid, and throws him into the ring. Dru gets in himself, and lifts up Kid, before dropping him with a Samoan Drop! Dru is in complete control, as he lifts Kid back up, and, hits him with an inverted atomic drop, and then hits Kid with a Bicycle Kick, followed by a Guillotine Leg Drop (Welcome to Grimeyville)! Instead of going for the pin, Dru rolls outside the ring, and grabs Esix, who is starting to get back up. He hits some shots to the face of Esix, making him even more groggy. Dru then grabs Esix, and hits a belly to belly suplex on him, sending Esix over the guard rail and into the crowd! Dru smirks, before rolling back into the ring. Kid tries to get up, but gets mauled with a few slow, steady punches from Tha Merc, sending Kid right back down. Dru then lifts Kid onto the turnbuckle, and hits him with a few shots, before trying to lift him up for a Crucifix Facebuster, but Kid swings back, getting out of the move while staying on the turnbuckle. Kid then stands up, and jumps, but Dru catches him, and lifts him up for a Bay Area Chokeslam, but Kid counters in mid-air. Kid then runs off the ropes, but gets caught with a Belly to belly suplex!

Before Dru can take advantage, Esix gets in, and locks in a choke hold on Dru from behind! Dru fights back, before backing up, slamming Esix against the corner. Dru then immediately ducks, as Kid goes in for a Kid Kick, but Esix surprisingly catches his kick, showing off his rapid reflexes brought on from MMA training. He pushes Kid away, and charges in, but Kid lifts him up for the Kid Wins (FU)! However, Esix moves off, and the second he does, Dru grabs Kid and lifts him up for a Bear Hug! Esix then runs in, and locks in a choke on Kid, and both men have submissions locked in on Kid! He struggles, but is barely able to resist both moves. His arm goes limp, and Chris Owens signals for the bell!

Ike Rose: With a time of 12 minutes and 40 seconds, Kid Flanagan has been eliminated!

Keith Oswalt: The Syndicate Champion is out! That means we’re definitely getting either Dru Tha Merc or Esix Cordero as our next Syndicate Championship Contender!

Eric Witz: Poor Kid. His mother is not going to be happy about this!

Both men drop Kid, before going in, throwing wild sets of punches. Esix backs Dru into the corner, and begins to hit some hard knees into his stomach, before hitting some elbows to Dru’s head. The Gangstar groggily pushes him away, but Esix moves back, hitting a jumping punch on Dru’s head, knocking him down. Esix drags Dru to the middle of the ring, and tries to lock in the Muerte (Crucifix Hold with MMA elbows), but Dru hits him in the face before he can fully lock it in. Both men get up, and Dru goes for a kick, but Esix ducks, and slams Dru with a punch, followed by mounted punches. Chris Owens then signals for the bell!

Ike Rose: Here is your winner, and the new #1 Contender to the Syndicate Championship...Esix Cordero!

Keith Oswalt: What a win! It's now going to be Esix Cordero vs. Kid Flanagan for the title at The Knighting!

Matt Mathews: See, wasn't I right? Pay up!

Esix stares at Kid outside the ring, before looking at Dru, who does not look happy at all. The scene fades out.

[Kirk Noble]

The scene switches backstage, where Kurt Noble and Jeremy Sterling are both sitting, both men looking a bit worried themselves.

Jeremy Sterling: Do you honestly think Chris Hart is going to stick with this fight against us? I mean…for Christ’s sake, we was our Champion less than six months ago!

Kurt Noble: Chris is just a bit uncertain of where he is right now. He wants to wrestle, but we both know he can’t do it here. I’m hoping he can help us reason with Stu Floyd and the rest of the UWL army….especially Jerry McClean.

Noble seems especially unhappy as he says that name,

Jeremy Sterling: I guess. Listen Kurt, he’s your friend, and I can respect that…but he doesn’t need to show up here again. He puts this company at risk by being involved here again. Can you talk to him at all?

Kurt Noble: I suppose I can…but I don’t know he’ll listen to me. He knows what he wants, and how to get it.

Noble starts to get up, but Jeremy stops him.

Jeremy Sterling: Kurt, if it comes to it…can you fight Chris Hart?

Noble stops, and looks at him, a grave look on his face.

Jeremy Sterling: Kurt…?

Kurt Noble: I can. Chris is my friend, but this is my company, and I won’t let it fail. You have my word Jeremy.

Jeremy Sterling: Then we need to act. With a show coming up in March, you and I need to begin to mobilize our forces. I have a feeling UWL isn’t done tonight…

Kurt Noble: Don’t worry. If they do, we’ll be waiting…

The scene fades out to blackness.

[Kirk Noble]

The Arena goes dark as the sound system begins to play the opening to Counting Bodies. Smoke fills the entrance ramp as lights flash through it creating shadows.

As the song picks up Silence emerges from the smoke with The Voice walking behind him. Silence walks slowly to the ring with his head down. He pulls himself up on the apron and steps over the rope while The Voice walks around the ring, waiting in Silence’s corner. Silence turns and wait’s for his opponent.

Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is your featured main event! Introducing first, weighing in at 325 pounds, accompanied to the ring by The Voice, Silence!

Matt Mathews: KoP is still as unoriginal as ever, I see. Seriously, Silence? Who the hell names themselves Silence? That’s not even making a statement, it’s just screaming “Wah, I need attention, please look at me.” That’s pathetic.

Eric Witz: Thank God I only have to be with you for thirty more minutes, max. You’re worse than Keith, and that’s saying something.

Keith Oswalt: Will you show some respect!? That’s the wrestler of the decade you’re talking to!

Eric Witz: Shut up Keith.

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

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

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

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

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

Ike Rose: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds, accompanied to the ring by Dani Sandström, he is the Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion, Christian Kane!

Matt Mathews: Boys and girls, men and women, people of the world and even the aliens outside this world, applaud this man. He’s finally won what he’s been chasing since before even I began competing in the Kingdom. And he’s finally achieved it. He’s moved up to the upper echelon of professional wrestling and joined the World’s Champion Club, a club, I might add, that neither of you, nor Jeremy Sterling, are in.

Keith Oswalt: As impressive as it is for Christian Kane to be champion, he did not win the belt cleanly from Josh Eagles, and as far as I’m concerned, he hardly deserves to hold that championship belt. Josh Eagles is the man this company depends on, not Christian Kane. Josh Eagles is the man we need in the fight against UWL, not a coward like Christian Kane. Josh Eagles is…

Matt Mathews: Stop sucking the Eagle dick. Jesus Christ.

Eric Witz: Haha, you have to admit Keith, he got you there… Wait, I don’t like you Matt, so that wasn’t funny. It was just gay.

As the bell rings, Silence and Christian Kane circle one another, Silence having the obvious size advantage, Christian Kane appears to be weary of picking a fight with him. Instead of engaging in a lock up, Christian Kane dives at Silence’s knee and takes it out with a sliding tackle. Crashing to the mat, Silence rolls through as he holds his knee and gets back up to his feet, but as he does this, Christian Kane finds himself atop of him and whipping him off to the ropes. As Silence hit’s the ropes and bounces back towards Christian, Christian jumps up and hit’s a dropkick on Silence, taking Silence down off of his feet and to the mat. Following the dropkick, Christian Kane props Silence up and locks in a rear chinlock, trying to wear the bigger man down before hitting any of his grappling moves.

Tightly sinking in the hold, Christian Kane pulls back trying to cut the air off to Silence’s lungs. After a few seconds of holding this on though, Silence begins to stir and is able to get up to his feet, elbowing Christian Kane in the stomach as he tries to fight out of the chinlock. Following the third elbow, Silence pushes Christian Kane away from him and runs to the ropes. Hitting the ropes and charging back at Christian Kane, Silence attempts to decapitate Kane with a lariat, however Christian Kane ducks under the lariat and instead hit’s a neckbreaker on Silence.

Now targeting Silence’s neck, Christian Kane gets back up on to his feet and stomps Silence a few times before lifting him up off of the mat and here he engages into a tie up. Falling into Silence’s strong point however, Christian Kane is unable to take advantage of the lock up as Silence instead pushes Christian away and as Christian comes charging back, Silence nails him with a lariat, flipping Christian Kane in the process. After hitting the big move, Silence goes for a cover over the Canadian Sensation,

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Keith Oswalt: A single move and Silence almost put away the newly crowned Valiant champion!

Eric Witz: Key word being almost, Silence will have to work a lot harder than that to beat Christian Kane.

Matt Mathews: Silence? Really? I mean, how lame of a name can you get?

Eric Witz: Will you please just kindly shut the fuck up?

Matt Mathews: Will you kindly go suck a dick?

Keith Oswalt: Will you both just do your damn jobs and call the match?

Matt Mathews: Only if you ask me to do it kindly.

Eric Witz: Matt Mathews, will you kindly just die?

As the commentators continue to bicker, Silence begins to capitalize on his huge move, lifting Christian Kane up to his feet and lifting him up by the throat and holding him over his head with one arm on Christian’s throat, the other on his leg. Holding Christian Kane in this position, Silence finally tosses Christian Kane forward and hits him with a military press as Christian Kane crashes into the mat. Getting up onto all fours as he holds his stomach after crashing into the mat, Silence rushes towards Christian Kane and kicks him in the head, flipping Christian Kane over.

Beginning to pick up the pace, Silence pulls Christian Kane back up to his feet and throws Christian Kane to the ropes. Catching Christian as he comes back, Silence slams him down with a powerslam, hooking Christian Kane’s leg in the process,

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Despite the kick out, Silence follows The Voice’s instructions of lifting Christian Kane back up and staying on top of him. Pulling Christian Kane up, Silence pulls Christian Kane up again before slamming him down to the mat back first with a scoop slam. Throwing Christian Kane down hard, Christian holds his back, but Silence doesn’t let him lay on the mat long as he drops an elbow on top of Christian Kane. From here, Silence throws a few punches before pulling Christian Kane back up and again throwing him off to the ropes. This time however, Christian holds onto the ropes, preventing himself from being hit with the big boot Silence kicks out.

Matt Mathews: And Christian Kane shows the mute why he’s never been laid!

Eric Witz: Stop projecting.

Matt Mathews: I’ve been laid more times than even Christian Kane. So you can just shut the hell up.

Keith Oswalt: I guess any hopes of us ever being a family show are all gone now.

Eric Witz: Keith, Christian Kane’s our champion, we’re never going to be a family show.

Watching Silence kick nothing but air, Christian Kane now runs out from the ropes and hit’s a shoulder block on Silence, making him stumble back. Now ducking under a punch, Christian Kane gets behind Silence. Kicking Silence in the calf, Christian Kane pulls Silence’s head back and hooks it before dropping him head first into the mat with a reverse DDT. After hitting this move, Christian Kane springs back up to his feet and goes to the top rope. Looking down at Silence, Christian Kane jumps from the top rope and hit’s a big elbow drop on Silence! Not yet covering, Christian Kane gets back up to his feet before dropping another elbow on Silence. After this standing elbow drop, Christian Kane covers Silence,

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Slamming the mat with his hands, Christian Kane gets back up onto his feet and stomps Silence before running at the ropes and as he does this, Silence sits back up. Sprinting towards Silence, Christian Kane nails him with I’m Bad, So Bad (Sliding Lariat)! Cracking Silence back into the mat, Christian Kane again goes for a cover over him,

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Getting to a standing position as the angry man powers up to his feet, Christian Kane runs at him, however this time, Silence turns the momentum back to his side as he boots Christian in the face! Stumbling backwards, Christian Kane is quickly ambushed by Silence as he rushes at him and kicks him in the stomach. Now grabbing Christian by the back of the head, Silence rushes Christian’s head into the turnbuckle. After this, Silence doubles Christian’s arm in a double underhook. Now lifting Christian Kane up by his arms, Silence waits for a second before finally brutally tossing Christian Kane over him with a delayed double underhook suplex!

Keith Oswalt: Brutal suplex by Silence as momentum swings back his way.

Matt Mathews: If that ogre wins the match, I’m completely giving up on the Kingdom of Pride.

Eric Witz: GO SILENCE GO!

Matt Mathews: Some loyalty to your champion you have.

Eric Witz: Actually, its just me wanting you to hopefully fall off a cliff and die.

Matt Mathews: Ouch, that’s a tad extreme, don’t you… Wait, you don’t think. Nevermind.

Following up on the suplex, Silence lifts Christian Kane up by the neck. Now lifting Christian Kane up off of the mat by the neck, Silence holds Christian Kane here before slamming him down head first into the mat with a high angle Chokeslam. Getting ready to cover Christian Kane, Silence drops down and hooks Christian’s leg.

But instead of getting a count, the referee becomes distracted by Dani Sandström. Grinning as she talks to the referee, She realizes she’s likely just saved Christian the match as Silence finally gets up off of Christian Kane and walks towards Dani. Hoping down as Silence comes towards her, Dani appears to have been enough of a distraction as Christian Kane is able to slowly recover and from behind Silence rolls him up with a school boy. Putting his feet on the ropes to add leverage, Christian Kane goes for the cover,

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Furious that he was unable to put Silence away, Christian Kane slicks his hair back before running to the ropes to gain momentum and just as Silence gets onto his feet, Christian Kane nails him with an STKO (Busaiku Knee Kick)! Slamming Silence to the mat, Christian Kane now begins to stalk Silence, calling for him to get up as he prepares to finish him with the SuperSexyKick. Grinning as Silence slowly gets up to his feet, Christian Kane prepares to rocket off the kick, however at the last second, from the corner of his eye, Christian Kane catches a glimpse of Josh Eagles running down to the ring.

Matt Mathews: What the hell is he doing here!? He’s going to screw Christian Kane!

Keith Oswalt: That’d be karmic justice! Christian Kane screwed Eagles out of his title, and now Eagles is going to make sure Christian is embarrassed by Silence!

Eric Witz: Get off Eagles’s dick Keith! He’s sinking to Christian Kane’s level at this point!

Keith Oswalt: Oh save your bullshit, Josh Eagles has every right to be here! He’s scouting Christian.

Matt Mathews: Now you’re the one spreading bullshit.

Yelling over the top rope at Josh Eagles as Christian’s attention swings to him, Silence gets up to his feet and Josh Eagles simply shakes his head before pointing back at Christian Kane telling him to look behind him. Flipping around, Christian Kane is grabbed by the shoulders before being picked up and thrown down into the mat with a Requiem (Benard Bomb)! Instantly following this, Silence covers Christian while Josh Eagles keeps Dani from interfering.

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 15 minutes and 13 seconds, Silence!

Matt Mathews: This is bullshit! Kingdom of Pride is bullshit! Josh Eagles is bullshit! Fuck this!

Keith Oswalt: Josh Eagles is just starting to get some semblance of revenge on Christian Kane, but I think we’re far from this being over.

Eagles grabs a microphone, and looks as Silence stands up, as does CK, looking angry at the loss.

Josh Eagles: Like I said...it's not easy being Champion, and because you are...I'm going to make your life just as miserable as you've made mine. I'm going to-

Suddenly, Mathews stands up, and looks at CK, Eagles, and Silence.

Matt Mathews: Well, that was fairly amusing...but did you really think I was going to just sit around and let you guys have all the fun? That's not how Matt Mathews does things. See, normally, I wouldn't get involved in this madness...but recently, I've found some new acquaintances that have no problem. In fact, they're more than happy to make their own names. Observe...

Without warning, three men jump the guard rail, and blast into Silence, CK, and Eagles! The three men begin to hammer down on them, as Mathews watches on, smiling.

Eric Witz: What is this?!? SOMEONE GET MATHEWS OUT of here!

Keith Oswalt: These are the same men that attacked Tic Tic on the previous UWL TV Taping!

Suddenly, two men run down the ramp, and crash into the man attacking Eagles! They rush into the ring, and lay out the two remaining men, who quickly begin to bail out of the ring!

Keith Oswalt: Wait a second...that's Chris Williams...and Adam Abel! What are they doing here?!?

Eric Witz: Tis is so much craziness I don't even know we're yelling about!

The three men, and Mathews clear out, as Adam Abel, Silence, Chris Williams, Josh Eagles, and Christian Kane are in the ring together. The scene is tense, and awkward, as Eagles stares at Abel, who is staring at CK.

Keith Oswalt: What a way to end Oblivion. Some new Pride allies have joined the fight, and some new enemies have been made. Matt Mathews made an...interesting first commentator...

Eric Witz: Can't wait for the next one...not! See you next time guys!

The scene fades out of the five men in the ring...

This has been Oblivion

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