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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:02:25 GMT -5
This is Oblivion "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. 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. Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit! Introducing first, from Yonkers, New York, weighing in at 185 pounds, Mikey Dega! The lights dim and a purple glow fills the arena as "Ghosts N' Stuff [Nero Dub Remix]" - Deadmau5 ft. Rob Swire begins to play.
"It's been so long, I've been out of my body with you."
As the beat kicks in heavily after the first line Aurelia emerges from the back. She stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, scanning the crowd. She shows no emotion as she makes her way down the ramp.
"I feel alone, feel at home, feel like nothing is true."
She slides into the ring and gets to her feet immediately. Taking a seat on the far left turnbuckle, watching the entrance intently.Ike Rose: And his opponent, making her way to the ring, from Copenhagen, Denmark, weighing in at 135 pounds, Aurelia Zombie! Eric Witz: Dude! That chick is hot! Keith Oswalt: She’s rather attractive, but she still has no place in the ring. This is a man’s business, women should stick to the women’s division. Eric Witz: How sexist of you. She’s hot, and let’s find out if she can wrestle too. Keith Oswalt: For her sake, I hope she realizes how poor of an idea this was. As the match starts, Mikey Dega looks at his female opponent, almost underestimating her as he begins to laugh. This only serves to infuriate Aurelia Zombie, who sprints across the ring and spears Mikey Dega into the ground! Mounting herself on top of him, she begins to repeatedly strike Mikey in the face until finally being pulled off by the referee, who reprimands Aurelia for the close-fist strikes. Nodding at the referee, Aurelia looks as Mikey pulls himself back to his feet. Not giving him a chance to catch his bearings, Aurelia charges at him again and this time kicks him in the stomach before throwing him over head with a snap suplex, surprising the audience with her ability to throw the man over her. Following the suplex, Aurelia gets back to her feet and looks at Mikey who also gets to his. Standing in front of him, Aurelia hits Mikey with a dropkick at this point, throwing him to the ropes. Bouncing back at Zombie, Mikey goes for a lariat, however Aurelia Zombie ducks under the lariat and runs to the ropes herself. Hitting the ropes and sprinting back at Mikey, Zombie annihilates Mikey Dega with a spinning heel kick, hitting him right in the temple as he turns around! Now going for a cover over her opponent, Aurelia hooks the leg, 1... 2... Kick out! Eric Witz: Either Mikey Dega sucks, or Aurelia Zombie is going to be the first ever female Valiant champion. Keith Oswalt: That’d be a disgrace to men like Josh Eagles, Chris Hart, Blade, Kurt Noble, and Delikado. A female should never hold the company’s top prize, they don’t know how to respond under pressure. Eric Witz: Jesus, all of the southern sexist tendencies are coming out now. Keith Oswalt: This is a man’s sport damn it! Women don’t belong in the ring! Eric Witz: Aurelia certainly seems intent on proving you wrong. Following Mikey Dega’s kick out, Aurelia Zombie smiles as she pulls him back up off of the mat. This time she kicks Dega in the stomach before spiking Dega’s head into the mat with a wicked DDT! Slamming him head first into the mat, Zombie grins as her head now turns to the turnbuckles. With a grin on her face, Aurelia Zombie ascends to the top of the turnbuckle, where she plants herself. Motioning for Dega to get up to his feet, Zombie finally leaps off of the turnbuckle with a front flip onto Mikey’s shoulders before spinning backwards hitting Dega with a Dragonrana! Amazed by the Dragonrana, the crowd pops as Zombie now holds Mikey’s leg, while pinning his shoulders to the mat with her knees, 1... 2... 3! Ike Rose: Here is your winner, via pinfall, at 3 minutes and 16 seconds, Aurelia Zombie! Eric Witz: I’m predicting that Zombie will, by the end of this year, be a Valiant champion. Keith Oswalt: If that day ever comes, I swear to God that I will walk out of this company. Mikey Dega just made a disgrace of himself. Having her arm raised in victory by referee Chris Owens, Aurelia Zombie looks at her downed opponent before getting out of the ring and heading to the back. |
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:03:03 GMT -5
Backstage, Aurelia Zombie is cooling down from her win. She seems a bit distant, as she walks past the backstage workers…that is, until she hears someone behind her.
John Parker: Baby, that was b-e-a-utiful!
Aurelia groans, and turns towards John Parker, who is holding a set of flowers.
John Parker: Quite a win out there, beating a man like that. You know, you can beat me every-
Aurelia Zombie: Listen you. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to see you. I don’t even want to think about you in any context. Talk to me again, and I’ll snap something of yours…and it won’t be those flowers.
John Parker: Oh…well at least you touch it…
Aurelia groans again, and tries to walk off, but Parker walks in front of her.
John Parker: Listen…I like you. Inside me, but overall, I do like you. How about…a date? What do you say?
Aurelia Zombie: Cute…but I’m only interested in winners. You win tonight, and *maybe* I’ll think about it. Better do well then.
Aurelia smirks, and walks off, as John Parker’s jaw drops.
John Parker: Winning a wrestling match…crap!
He runs off, as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:03:27 GMT -5
Ike Rose: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall!
“Princes of the Universe” plays over the loudspeaker. Dustin Douglas walks out slowly and methodically. Once he reaches the ring, he jumps flat footed onto the ring apron. He wipes his boots on the apron and enters the ring. Dustin then kneels on one knee, waiting for the match to start.
Ike Rose: Introducing first, weighing in at 285 pounds, and hailing from Nashville, Tennessee…Dustin Douglas!
The camera switches to the stage…where The Voice walks out, but no Silence in sight.
The Voice: I would appreciate it if that atrocious music would be cut. I have something to say to Mr. Douglas.
Keith Oswalt: Seriously? Where’s Silence?
Eric Witz: Well, you just broke it…
The Voice: Last week, Mr. Douglas, you were warned of your blasphemy. You were warned never to return to the Kingdom of Pride…and yet you have. Your mockery of this company has been noted…but it has not fallen on deaf ears. Instead, the message has been received: You do not value your career. Allow us to assist you in your self-inflicted suicide of your career, Mr. Douglas…
Before Douglas can do anything, he’s blasted from behind by Silence! Silence simply stares at him, and Douglas tries to get up, but Silence grabs him and repeatedly slams Douglas’s face into the canvas! It eventually opens up a wound, and Douglas begin to bleed out, before The Voice urges Silence to continue. Silence then grabs Douglas, and slams him down with a chokeslam!
Keith Oswalt: This just isn’t write! Silence and The Voice don’t single handedly get to decide who competes here and who doesn’t!
Eric Witz: That is so true…only The Voice decides!
Silence continues the beatdown…until the crowd cheers for Paul Sant! He rushes into the ring, and instantly jumps on Silence, pounding down the giant as The Voice bails out of the ring. Silence shoves Sant away, and goes to kick him, but Sant ducks and drop kicks Silence out of the ring! He then checks on Dustin Douglas, who appears out cold.
Keith Oswalt: Dustin Douglas appears really hurt. Jesus he doesn’t look good. It’s a miracle Sant was out here to save him!
Eric Witz: Yeah, “save.” What a great condition to save him in…
The EMTs begin to come down, carrying a stretcher, as Sant urges them to hurry up. The scene fades out…
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:03:53 GMT -5
Backstage, the Krieg Maschinen are standing in the hallway and silently listening to Kaja Reinhardt give them instructions in German. The camera pans to the side to reveal the Syndicate Champion, Kid Flanagan, peeking around the corner. He spots the Krieg’s manager and gives her a long look up and down, then back up. Kid raises both of his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner. He pulls a small thing of minty breath spray from his pocket and freshens his breath. He cringes at the strong mint taste before burying the evil spray back in his pocket and approaching the Krieg.
Kid Flanagan: Bonjour!
Kid greets them, taking a stab in the dark at their nationality. The three Krieg members turn to face him, but don’t respond to his French greeting. Flanagan, never to be discouraged, offers a forced laugh.
Kid Flanagan: Just kidding! Nobody likes the French! But I’m a huge fan of Sweeden…
Strike two. Kid finally begins to sweat a little before Kaja actually acknowledges him.
Kaja Reinhardt: I’m not.
And she turns back to the Krieg and begins to speak in German once more. This seems to give Kid the needed cue and he decides to impress Kaja with his foreign language skills.
Kid Flanagan: Ich möchte futt deinen biber schwer
Kaja doesn’t appreciate his bilingual pick up line, though. She turns to face the champion, mouth agape and shocked. In a monotone voice without any amusement in it, she asks about Kid’s favorite word.
Kaja Reinhardt: …futt?
Kid Flanagan: Well, you know…
Kid raises an eyebrow and looks down at his waist. He points towards his title belt and gives her a wink. In response, Kaja slaps him hard across the face. The giant Balraj immediately steps forward, intimidating Kid Flanagan and preventing any sort of response. Somba, however, looks down at the ground and refuses to get involved. Kid laughs and gives the giant a pat on the chest before walking away carefully.
Kid Flanagan: Hey, I get it…you’re not ready yet. You’ll come around. Everyone needs a good futt now and then…and a lady like you seems like she needs a few more friend.
He holds his hand up miming a telephone to his ear.
Kid Flanagan: Just think about it and call me when you’re ready.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:04:21 GMT -5
"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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 265 pounds, Orge Lambart!
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: And his opponent, from Leighton, Alabama, weighing in at 230 pounds, Luke Haven!
Keith Oswalt: And now it’s time for the young up and comer to take on his newest challenge, Orge Lambart, a former EUW World Heavyweight champion.
Eric Witz: This is probably one of Luke’s biggest challenges to date, and hopefully he’s prepared for the challenge. At least, hopefully for his sake.
As the bell rings, Luke Haven sprints across the ring and hit’s a running dropkick on Orge Lambart, knocking Orge into the corner. Getting back to his feet, Luke Haven wastes no time as he forearms Orge in the chest before pulling Orge down and locking his arm around Orge’s head. Now falling backwards, Luke Haven hit’s a wicked DDT on Orge Lambart, spiking his head into the mat. Sitting Orge back into a seated position, Luke gets back to his feet before delivering a chilling kick to Orge’s spine. Now leaping over Orge’s head, Luke turns his entire body around in mid-air and knocks Orge Lambart back down onto the mat with a dropkick! After the move, Luke Haven goes for a cover over Orge,
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Keith Oswalt: It’ll take way more than a flashy move for Luke Haven to defeat a former World champion like Orge Lambart.
Eric Witz: That may be true, but those flashy moves will no doubt tire Orge down, which could be what the rookie is going for.
Easily kicking out at one, Orge Lambart pushes Luke Haven off of him. Pulling Orge back up to his feet, Haven now punches Orge Lambart, making him stumble back. Now going to kick Orge, Orge catches Luke’s foot. Thinking quick on his feet, Luke swings his other foot around and hit’s a big enziguri on Orge, knocking Orge down into a kneeled position. With Orge on his knees, Luke Haven grabs Orge’s head and pulls him back up to his feet while putting his arm over Orge’s head. Hooking Orge’s left leg, Luke Haven now throws Orge over his head with a fisherman’s suplex. Bridging for a cover, Luke covers Orge,
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Again Orge Lambart is able to quickly kick out. Frustration beginning to build for Luke Haven, Haven again lifts Orge up off of the mat and kicks him in the stomach before running off to the ropes. Rebounding and using his added speed to go for an attack on Orge, Luke’s speed suddenly is turned against him as Orge catches him with an elbow smash! Nearly dropping Luke with this move, Orge whips Luke again off to the ropes and as Luke rebounds from the ropes, Orge catches him and holds him in position for a sidewalk slam, however instead of hitting a sidewalk slam, Orge drops down onto a knee and hits Luke Haven with a pendulum backbreaker!
Keith Oswalt: Brutal move! Luke Haven’s back could be broken!
Eric Witz: As terrifying as Orge is, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that Luke suffered a broken back.
Now pushing Luke’s back over his knee, Orge locks in a backbreaker submission, trying to get Luke Haven to submit. Grabbing Luke by the throat and further pushing Luke over his knee, Orge chokes Luke while keeping him in the painful submission hold. Seeing the choke, referee Chris Owens demands for Orge to release the hold. Angry with the demands, Orge flips Luke over his knee by pushing his hand down as he stands up and towers over the referee. Confronting the referee, Orge corners Owens in the corner, but as he does this, Luke Haven is given time to recover.
Keith Oswalt: Orge had better have his wits about him, Luke Haven looks ready to kill him!
Eric Witz: It almost looks like Orge is the rookie in this match, arguing with the referee, what’s he think that’ll do?
Finally realizing he won’t get his way with the referee, Orge Lambart turns his body back around, but as he does this, Luke Haven rockets off a superkick and nails it on Orge Lambart, stunning him as he turns around. Reaching between Orge’s legs, Luke grabs Orge’s arms and quickly pulls Lambart into the center of the ring before popping him up and slamming him neck first into the mat with a Vertigo (Chemical Imbalance II)! Now going for a cover on Orge, Luke hooks the leg,
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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 6 minutes even, by pinfall, Luke Haven!
Keith Oswalt: Luke Haven aces his test! He beat the former World champion!
Eric Witz: As tough as Orge Lambart is, his distraction with the referee served as enough time for Luke to recover, nail the superkick and then slam Orge into the mat with that devastating Vertigo of his.
Keith Oswalt: Luke Haven is definitely impressing so far, having lost only one match in his stay with the Kingdom, and going undefeated in the month of January.
Looking down at Orge Lambart, Luke Haven has his arm raised before walking to the back, glad for another win, but focused on getting ready for the next week.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:05:06 GMT -5
Switching backstage, Jeremy Sterling can be seen in his office. Having received news that Luke Haven had defeated Orge Lambart, Jeremy Sterling waits in his office after informing Alex Avice to get Luke Haven for him. Waiting only mere seconds, Jeremy Sterling stands from his desk and begins to walk out of his office, but before he is able to reach the doorway, Luke Haven appears, still in his wrestling gear.
Jeremy Sterling: Ahh, Mr. Haven! Nice to see you, thanks for stopping by.
Luke Haven: Yeah, sure. What did you want this week? Blaming me for something again?
Faking laughter, Jeremy Sterling shakes his head before responding.
Jeremy Sterling: Not this week Luke, I actually wanted to congratulate you on a match well wrestled. You know the first time I took on Orge Lambart, he beat the crap out of me, and tonight, you seemed to have beaten him up pretty good. I have to admit, I’m impressed.
Luke Haven: Great, do I get a raise?
Jeremy Sterling: You’re a cocky little spitfire, aren’t you? Unforunately, no, you won’t be getting a raise, you’re pay will be remaining the same unless you win a championship. But, I do believe with all these wins you’re racking up, undefeated for the month in fact, that perhaps you deserve tougher competition.
Luke Haven: I thought the burned freak was tougher competition.
Silence strikes the room after this comment. Luke’s grinning at Jeremy, who grinds his teeth together, trying to keep his composure and not let Luke’s comments get to him.
Jeremy Sterling: Indeed he was, but now, I’m thinking of even tougher competition. I’m thinking, next week, you face main event level talent.
Luke Haven: Like who? The joke of a champion Christian Kane? Or how about that other walking punch line, Kid Flanagan? Either way, I’ll beat both of them. Why not make it a handicap match?
Jeremy Sterling: As great of an idea as that would be, I was thinking of somebody else. Actually, I was thinking of the only blemish on your record. I was thinking perhaps it’s time for a rematch. So, I’ve decided that next week, you’re going to have the opportunity to redeem yourself when you face Josh Eagles once again.
Instead of receiving a scowl from Luke Haven, Jeremy Sterling is surprised to see Luke Haven smile.
Luke Haven: Josh Eagles huh? I’ve been waiting to get my hands on him again. Thanks Jeremy, I’ll make sure I do you proud when I beat him next week.
Jeremy Sterling: Oh, I’m sure you will.
Now leaving the office, Luke Haven exits through the door, a smile on his face, leaving only Jeremy Sterling in the room.
Jeremy Sterling: Christ, that clown just won’t lose. Orge Lambart may not have been a tough enough test, but I’m certain Josh will be more than happy to put him down again. Good luck Haven, you’re going to need it.
Now returning to his desk, Jeremy Sterling scans over a few papers before picking up his phone as the scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:05:26 GMT -5
Standing backstage in front of the Kingdom of Pride banner, Alex Avice can be seen. Next to him, Adam Abel stands, smiling at the camera as Alex Avice welcomes everybody back.
Alex Avice: Welcome back KoP fans! My guest at this time is none other than the former PWF World Heavyweight champion, Adam Abel! Adam, last week we saw Galen Ronan not attack you once, but twice in the same night, do you have any thoughts on him?
Adam Abel: Of course I do. First off, Galen, I don’t blame you for attacking me. I was in your position once, a newcomer, a rookie with every intention of making a big impact. So what did you do? You attacked a former world champion. A very sound strategy, to be honest.
Alex Avice: You’re not angry about it?
Adam Abel: Angry? Of course I’m angry. I’m furious that he attacked me, but there’s no sense in blasting the guy because he had every reason to attack me. Like I said before, when I was in his position, I would have done the same thing.
Alex Avice: You don’t have any words to tell him? Nothing at all?
Adam Abel: Actually, I would like to share something. Galen, tonight you’re in your very first main event. That’s a very big accomplishment to have so short into your career. But, I’ll warn you now, it won’t be easy. You got there because you earned it, I can’t take that away from you. However, I can tell you that I will be watching your match, and honestly, I’ll be cheering you on.
Alex Avice: Cheering him? Why?
Adam Abel: Because it will make my victory over him mean that much more, Alex. Galen you can think that you’ve got my number all you want. I’ll let you, sure you got me twice last week, that was good, but come our eventual showdown, it won’t be you that will be pinning me to the mat, oh no. It will be I that pins your shoulders to the mat and shows you just why I am a former World champion and why I will be the future Valiant champion. I’ve too many people counting on me to let them all down Galen. When we do meet again, I promise you It will be me that comes out on top, but until that time, I hope you the best of luck Galen.
Smiling into the camera Adam Abel finally walks off screen leaving only Alex Avice standing.
Alex Avice: Strange choice of words for Abel, but he’s definitely sending a message. His match is up next!
The scene now fades out to the upcoming Adam Abel versus Stephen Callaway match.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:06:13 GMT -5
The guitar riff at the start of 'Remedy' by Cold plays and he steps through the curtain he has as an entrance attire of a black coat. He stands at the top of the isle and makes a praying style taunt with a mattitude V1 hand gesture (he has three fingers together with his nose in the middle of the first two before wiping his nose in a Rikishi style before walking with a strut to he ring (he thinks he's God he's gonna strut) Once in the ring he moves to the first corner he can be bothered walking to he then climbs to the middle turnbuckle and does the same V1 Prayer taunt
Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first, weighing in at 234 pounds, from Sacramento, California, Stephen Callaway!
The arena's sound system begins to play the opening of "Shipping up to Boston" and the fans begin to boo loudly as smoke fills the stage and red and blue strobes flash behind it.
The song kicks into gear and Adam Abel walks out from behind the curtain with a smug grin on his face, greeted by loud jeers from the crowd. Abel is smiling ear to ear as he looks all around the arena. Adam begins to walk to the ring with a confident and cocky look on his face. Abel takes a moment to scream something at a rowdy fan before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring.
Abel climbs the turnbuckle and stares into the crowd as the jeers come down upon him.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 185 pounds, Adam Abel!
Keith Oswalt: I’ll say it now, this has the potential to be the sleeper match of the night.
Eric Witz: I don’t think either of these guys are going to go to sleep Keith.
Keith Oswalt: I pray you’re kidding.
Eric Witz: No, I’m quite serious. Neither of them are going to sleep.
Circling each other as the bell rings, the two men finally get to the center of the ring and as Stephen Callaway goes for a collar and elbow tie up, Adam Abel instead grabs Callaway’s wrist and twists it out, putting him in a wrist lock. Holding Callaway’s wrist, Abel twists it before turning into a hammerlock, yanking at Callaway’s arm. Now stepping forward, Abel locks Callaway into a headlock. Sinking the hold in tighter, Abel clamps down, but as he does this, Callaway finally pushes forward and gets Abel off of him. Turning to face Callaway, Abel turns, but eats a dropkick by Callaway, dropping him to the mat.
Quickly getting back up to his feet, Abel charges at Callaway, but as he does this, Callaway turns around and hit’s a snapmare on Abel, throwing him into the mat. Getting back up immediately, Callaway delivers a kick to Abel’s spine, nailing Abel with a Spinal Tap. Following this move, Callaway lifts Abel back up off of the mat and hooks his head under Abel’s arm before hitting an atomic drop on Abel. Bouncing forward, Abel attempts to recover from the move, but as he does this and turns around, Callaway quickly throws him to the ropes. Hitting the ropes and bouncing off, Abel is caught by Callaway, who slams Abel into the mat with a spinebuster. After hitting the move, Callaway covers Abel,
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Keith Oswalt: Picture perfect spinebuster by Stephen Callaway as he works over Adam Abel’s back.
Eric Witz: You know what they say, if you have a fast opponent… take out his back?
Keith Oswalt: I’m pretty sure that’s not what they say.
Eric Witz: It made way more sense in my head.
Refusing to stay down, Abel kicks out quickly before getting back up to his feet. Seeing Callaway now sprint at him, Abel ducks down and ducks underneath Callaway’s big boot. Spinning Callaway around, Abel now hits him with a quick jawbreaker, stunning Callaway momentarily. Getting back to his feet, Abel now goes for a kick on Callaway, but Callaway catches Abel’s leg. Swinging around quickly, Abel clocks Callaway in the head with an enziguri. Now whipping Stephen off to the ropes, Adam Abel stands in the center before catching Callaway and throwing him around, slamming him into the mat with a tilt-a-whirl slam!
Hooking Callaway’s leg after hitting the tilt-a-whirl slam, Adam Abel goes for the pin,
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Not entirely surprised by the kick out, Abel stays focused as he pulls Callaway back to his feet and now grapples him again. This time throwing Stephen’s arm over his head, Abel quickly snaps backwards, hitting a snap suplex on Stephen Callaway! Keeping his arm over Callaway’s head, Abel rolls his hips and pulls himself and Callaway back up, but this time, Abel hooks Callaway’s bottom leg and pulls Callaway up before spinning him in front of him, nailing Callaway with a Fisherman’s Buster! Not bothering to go for the cover, Abel now gets back up to his feet and ascends to the top rope!
Keith Oswalt: Abel to the top, he could end it here with the Shooting Star Press!
Eric Witz: Are you kidding me? It’s way to early for that.
Keith Oswalt: He just took Callaway down with a Fisherman’s Buster, Callaway is out!
Looking at the downed Callaway, Abel grins as he turns his back to him and bounces off the top rope with a split-legged moonsault. However, as Abel comes crashing to the mat, Callaway has moved out of the way, letting Abel hit nothing but the mat! Up on his feet and recovering, Callaway realizes time is of the essence as he lifts Abel back up off of the mat and gets behind him. Locking Abel into a full nelson, Callaway lifts Abel up and flips him forward before catching Abel’s feet and driving Abel neck first into the mat! Going for a cover over Abel after hitting the incredible move, Callaway remains seated,
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Furious that Abel again kicked out, Stephen slams the mat before getting up to his feet. On his feet stalking Abel, Callaway motions for Abel to get up, and as Abel staggers to his feet, Callaway rockets off a Calsi Kick (Superkick), but Abel nimbly moves out of the way! Now spinning Callaway around Adam Abel grabs Callaway’s arms before hitting him with The Abel Driver (Here We Go Driver)! Drilling Callaway into the mat, Adam Abel again goes for the pin over his opponent,
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Eric Witz: There you go Callaway! Show off that endurance!
Keith Oswalt: Both men are definitely laying it all on the line here, incredible back and forth match between the two!
Somehow Callaway again manages to kick out of the move, amazing even Adam Abel this time. Pulling himself and Callaway back to their feet, Adam Abel now throws Callaway to the ropes and as Callaway runs back at Abel, Abel drops Callaway down onto the middle rope with a drop toe hold! Running to the ropes, Abel sprints back at Callaway, hitting him with a high angled 619, popping Callaway back up onto his feet. Now hopping to the top rope as a dazed Stephen Callaway looks at him, Abel jumps off of the top rope and drives Stephen Callaway down into the mat with a swan dive DDT, completing the Welcome to Boston (619 into Swan Dive DDT)! After hitting his finishing move, Abel goes for the cover over Callaway,
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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, via pinfall, at 12 minutes and 22 seconds, Adam Abel!
Keith Oswalt: My god that was great! But in the end, Adam Abel show’s that he is here, and here to reclaim his spot at the top!
Eric Witz: Abel’s definitely been quite impressive since his latest return, but only time will tell if he can make it all the way back to the top.
Smiling at his adoring fans, Adam Abel has his hand risen as he looks at the crowd before heading to the back, proud of his victory.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:06:43 GMT -5
Switching backstage, Chris Williams can be seen approaching Stephen Callaway prior to his match. Looking dejected after being defeated by Adam Abel, Williams pats Callaway on the back.
Chris Williams: We all have off weeks man, no need to be so down.
Looking up at Chris Williams, Callaway looks at him with icy eyes.
Stephen Callaway: The hell do you want?
Chris Williams: This isn’t about what I want. I’m simply here to inquire as to whether you’ve decided to fight with the Kingdom yet. After taking a loss like that to one of the Kingdom boys, it has to convince you that maybe siding with us would be better than those UWL scum.
Stephen Callaway: Listen, you may not be able to understand it, but that “UWL scum” you’re talking about happen to be some of my friends. Whether you like it or not, I’m not in this war. I work for both companies, and I’m not choosing a side.
Chris Williams: Why? Are you scared? Afraid you’ll make the wrong choice? Look at that, big bad Stephen Callaway, scared to make a choice? That’s pathetic…
Furious with Williams at this point, Callaway clinches his fist and goes to swing at him, but before he can strike Williams, security swarms the two and breaks the fight up before it can happen. Walking over to the scene, Jeremy Sterling looks at the two men.
Jeremy Sterling: What the hell do you think you’re doing?
Stephen Callaway: That bastard’s been harassing me since he got here!
Chris Williams: Only because you’re incapable of making a decision!
Stephen Callaway: Incapable? I’ll show you…
Jeremy Sterling: That’s enough! Both of you!
Immediately going quiet as Jeremy Sterling screams, the two men look at their boss.
Jeremy Sterling: You two don’t get along? Fine. Stay away from one another. Williams, I may not like that Callaway won’t fight for our side, but Jesus, enough is enough. The man’s not going to change, stop harassing him. And Callaway, if he’s harassing you so much, tell Kurt or myself and we’ll solve the problem. But, neither of you two seem to want to do that so you know what we’ll do? We’ll book ourselves a little tag team match for next week.
Getting both men’s interest, they listen intently to what Sterling has to say.
Jeremy Sterling: The match will be between Chris Williams and his partner Adam Abel taking on the duo of Stephen Callaway and Galen Ronan. You all want to bicker and fight backstage? Well I think it’s about time to put an end to that. You two can take out your aggressions next week, as for now? I don’t want to see you two so much as ten feet around one another.
After finishing this, Sterling smiles before walking off, letting Williams and Callaway smile at each other, ready to get their hands on one another, even if it is only a tag team match.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:06:59 GMT -5
Backstage, the camera focuses in on the office of Kurt Noble, where Noble himself is sitting, across from both Obscene and Stuart Cage. Both are fairly bandaged after their brawl last week, and both are sitting a fair distance between them. Noble looks at both men, and smiles, before looking at his files.
Kurt Noble: So…what do you two have to say about last week?
Obscene: Nothing. I won’t fucking apologize for who I am. If you want to fire someone, fire this moron.
Stuart Cage: Moron? I haven’t stabbed EVERYONE in the back that I’ve worked with. I attacked Obscene last week because for once, someone needs to stand up to him. He’s a bully, a douche, and someone that needs to be put in his place. Don’t you think so?
Noble smiles, and sits back in his chair.
Kurt Noble: You two impressed me last week. Pride hasn’t seen that kind of raw brutality in weeks, or months even. It got the energy going backstage. This place has gotten quiet as of late, and right now, that’s not a good thing…so here’s what we’re going to do. At The Knighting, you two are going to face off in a Hardcore match. Specifically, a Last Man Standing Match. But the point of this match isn’t going to be to “win” exactly…I simply want you to amaze me, and everyone out there…
Obscene: Bullshit! I’m a wrestler, not a freaking monkey entertainer! God Kurt, what are you DOING to this company?!
Stuart Cage: Sounds like someone is scared of losing their job…
Obscene turns towards Stu, before turning back to Noble.
Obscene: So for example…if I beat this idiot with a steel pipe, and litter his teeth around the ring, that’ll get the job done?
Kurt Noble: Exactly.
Obscene: And what about…before the match?
Noble eyes both men, knowing his next words will mean much.
Kurt Noble: Well…if it gets things going, do what you can. Just make it good gentlemen. With the roster expanding, it’s time to make cuts. One of you might be gone should you fail to impress. If you care about your jobs…you will.
Both men stand up, and Obscene smiles as he does.
Obscene: I’m not worried about “entertaining.” I’ll do what I do, and if Cage is standing, I won’t have done it well enough.
Stuart Cage: Seriously, I’m right here…
Obscene: Not for long, Stu…
Obscene grins, before walking out. Noble shrugs.
Stuart Cage: Psycopath…
The scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:07:49 GMT -5
"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 a singles match, scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 130 pounds, and hailing from Nottingham, England…John Parker!
“WHEN I SAY GO – RUNAWAY!”
As “Runaway” by Hail the Villain blasts from the sound system, Chris Williams jogs out onto the KoP set to great fanfare. Williams lifts his cross pendant to his lips, then raises an arm to the sky and looks up, a tribute to his late father. He walks down toward the ring with a purpose, high-fiving fans on one side of the rail. He walks up the steps and pauses, then looks into the crowd and thrusts his arm into the air, getting a nice reaction. Williams steps into the ring and takes off his necklace, handing it to the referee, and then waits.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds, and hailing from Detroit, Michigan… Chris Williams!
Chris Owens signals for the bell, and both men begin to circle around a bit, before JDP looks at the stage, no doubt looking for Aurelia, and smiling. He begins to focus on the stage, leaving Williams looking rather peeved. However, as Williams complains to the referee, JDP runs in, and nails him with a knee to the stomach! JDP then kisses his arm, before grabbing Williams, and chucking him out of the ring! JDP smiles for the crowd…but Williams lands on the apron! JDP turns angrily towards him and runs, but Williams brings down the ropes, and JDP goes outside the ring! Attempting to retaliate, JDP swings at Williams’s feet, but he jumps, and dodges the hit. JDP then grabs his foot, and tries to yank him down, but Williams easily kicks the smaller man away. Frustrated, JDP hops up on the apron, only to get an elbow to the face, sending him off the apron! As JDP attempts to regroup, Chris Williams hops up on the turnbuckle, and jumps off, hitting a diving crossbody on JDP!
Keith Oswalt: There goes Chris Williams! JDP seems to be putting a bit more effort into this match-up than usual, but Williams is meeting him every step out of the way!
Eric Witz: He’s trying to impress his new squeeze…or trying to squeeze her. I forget which…
Both men slowly get up, and Williams throws JDP into the ring. Before JDP can get up, Williams runs in and nails him with an elbow shot, sending him back down. Williams then makes a pin…
1…
2…
Kickout by JDP!
Williams lifts up JDP, and puts him against the ropes, getting his hands tied between them, before dealing out a series of chops against JDP stumbles forward, and Williams lifts up JDP for a scoop slam, but JDP kicks in midair, and slides behind Williams, who turns right into a DDT! JDP lifts up Williams, and slams him into the corner, before hitting him with some punches, acting like he’s Rocky in the process. Williams goes down, and JDP begins to stomp him, before dragging him forward into the ring, and dropping some elbows on him. JDP then runs back, and goes for a Shining Wizard, but Williams ducks, and fires back with a shot to JDP’s jaw! Williams tries to lock in an abdominal stretch on JDP, but JDP fires back with an elbow himself. Williams bounces against the ropes, and JDP runs forward, supkerkicking Williams out of the ring!
JDP begins to rally for Chris Owens to hurry up the count, and he does begin to count. Chris Williams is barely moving as the count gets midway through. Near eight, he pulls himself up, and is barely able to get in the ring to avoid being counted out, much to the disgruntled dismay of JDP!
Keith Oswalt: John Parker really thought Chris Williams was going to be counted out there. So did I after that vicious looking superkick!
Eric Witz: Baby, with John Parker, you never get disappointment. Except all the time. Every day. Like now…
JDP swears under his breath, before lifting up Williams, who fires back with a quick shot to JDP’s gut, before gaining momentum and hitting home hard shots on JDP. He tries to push JDP in the corner, but JDP reverses, and slams Williams hard into the corner. He then barely manages to lift Williams up onto the turnbuckle, and hits him with a few shots to the face, before nailing him with a hard slap! JDO gets up with him, and tries to lift him up for a suplex…but can’t! Williams then nails him with some shots, before pushing him off! JDP tries to run back up, but Williams kicks him in the face, before leaping off the turnbuckle and drilling JDP with a bulldog in mid-air! Williams slowly manages to get up, and runs off the ropes as JDP gets up himself. JDP goes for another kick, but Williams slides under it, and when JDP turns around, he gets nailed with a Flapjack! Williams pins…
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Kickout by JDP!
Williams stands up, and lifts up JDP, before dropping him with a quick scoop slam. He goes to lock in the Williams Crab (Inverted Boston Crab), but JDP kicks him off first. JDP gets up, and charges Williams, but Williams dodges, and runs off the ropes, before going for a spear…and hitting a knee from JDP! Williams is barely able to stay up, stumbling groggily into the corner, before JDP nails him with some shots to the back. He then turns Williams around, and nails him with a jawbreaker! JDP hops up on the turnbuckle, and goes for a Frog Splash…and hits it! He pins Williams…
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3-Kickout by Chris Williams!
Eric Witz: Something about Chris Williams doesn’t strike me right. Like…perhaps he’s a UWL double agent!
Keith Oswalt: Nice deduction, Mr. Holmes. Be sure to put investigative journalist on your new resume after Mr. Noble fires you…
JDP lifts up Williams, and is trying to suplex him, but Williams reverses it and suplexes JDP! Williams stands up, and signals for the ending! He lifts up JDP for the TNT (F-5), but JDP slides off his shoulders. He tries to roll up Williams, but Williams reverses the move, and accidentally pushes JDP into Chris Owens! Chris Williams then rushes in, but JDP drops, and low blows Williams! Chris Owens doesn’t see it, and he rolls up Williams as soon as Owens recovers…
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3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 7 minutes and 33 seconds…John Parker!
Eric Witz: Somebody is getting that date!
Keith Oswalt: Oh Lord...
The scene fades out as JDP celebrates!
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:08:26 GMT -5
For the first time in two weeks the sound of “Eon” by Celldweller blasted through the speakers at high volumes indicating the arrival of one man, the only man that these great people wanted to see. The Cookeville Community Centre went bananas recognizing the tune as the bird call of none other than Pride Cup 2010 winner Eddie Nash. They stood to attention simultaneously, roaring admirations and chants of “EH-DDIE!” over and over waiting for him to come on out. Finally after some delay, the man himself walked out of the curtains and into the building prompting an even bigger frenzy. Wearing his trademark jacket, he had the rock horns held high and a smile on his face as he arrived in style.
Eric Witz: MERCY! There he is, the man himself and you can feel this building shake as the fans rise to their feet and give him a standing ovation. It's been two weeks since we last saw the leader of The Wolfpack and there he is, standing before us! Why's he here tonight? He doesn't have a match!
Keith Oswalt: Probably here to steal something.
Eric Witz: For the last time Eric, Eddie put his life of crime behind him. Matter of fact he's not just a hero in the ring, he's a hero on the street too. There was a story in the Memphis Press about him saving someone who was being robbed by thugs in the street. He beat the hell out of them and potentially saved that person's life.
As the commentators did a back and forth over Eddie Nash he quickly made his way down the entrance ramp, high-fiving all of the fans he could without taking two hours to get down to the building. Hopping up onto the entrance ramp, he threw the horns in the air again prompting another war-cry from the Cookeville Community centre.
Keith Oswalt: Oh, so now he's a traitor to his own kind.
Eric Witz: He's not a criminal any more, he's put his past behind him. Surely what he did was an honourable service for the community?
Keith Oswalt: It doesn't matter if you file down his teeth, cut off his whiskers, shave him, skin him, paint him purple for God's sakes. A rat is still a rat no matter how he changes himself.
Finally with a microphone in hand Eddie stood proud and tall in the centre of the ring with a microphone in one hand, his veins pumping with adrenaline as the noisy fans just made him feel so alive. Using every last nerve to hold him back from going insane himself he kept his composure and howled out the wolf call to his adoring fans.
Eddie Nash: Wolfpack! STAND UPPPPPPPPPP!
The crowd did as instructed and went mental, threatening to rip the building apart with their voices as the thousand strong crammed into the Cookeville Community Centre showed their respects to the fan favourite biker. Eddie himself howled into the microphone throwing his fist in the air getting the crowd behind him before he even began to speak. Finally as the crowd calmed down Eddie tilted his head down and put his fist back by his side as he began to address his people.
Eddie Nash: I hate to be disappointment but I haven't come out here tonight to compete...
The universal sound of “BOOOOOOOO!”, disappointment in the voices of the audience could be heard. Eddie simply shook his head solemnly before cocking his head towards the entrance way and pointing an accusational finger.
Eddie Nash: But the fact I'm NOT competing is why I'm out here. I haven't competed in two weeks now and I've got a lot of pent up aggression to vent. Now instead of making an open challenge or challenging any wrestler directly instead I'm gonna' do the mature thing and go all the way to management. I don't like to pick my opponents, instead I prefer to pick the way I bulldoze through anyone that the managers set in front of me. So, with that said. I want Kurt Noble or Jeremy Sterling out here right now!
With that, Eddie Nash stared at the entranceway waiting for any sign of life to respond to his open challenge to the owners. With silence echoing for a few moments, Kurt Noble's theme hit the speakers and as a result the crowd started to cheer if only because they knew Eddie would get a match this way.
Kurt Noble: Mr. Nash, you realize I'm an extremely busy man, right?
Eddie Nash: Of course I do. Babysitting Josh Eagles and Christian Kane sure is hard work and with all these rookies coming that can barely tie their own laces pushing me out the way I can imagine you've got a lot of micromanagement to do.
Kurt Noble: That's cute, Ed. Real smart. Well done. Have yourself a gold medal for that one. Now, onto serious matters. I-
Eddie Nash: Uhuh, yeah. Maybe I can put that gold medal in my cabinet next to that big, shined up Pride Cup I won last year. Remember? The one I earned by beating some of the best talent in this company? Or have I been forgotten so soon.
Kurt Noble: If you just shut up for a second maybe I'd be able to address your problem.
Eddie Nash: I'm all ears, Kurt.
Kurt Noble: See Ed we've been overrun lately. We've been at war with the Universal Wrestling League, we've been “babysitting” as you so aptly put it and we've been handling the waves of new talent we've had coming in and trying to settle them into the roster with the least amount of fuss possible. As a result of that, you, an established competitor, have had to be pushed to one side briefly during this transitional period and for that we apologize. However, two weeks vacation is nothing to turn up your nose at.
Eddie Nash: Two weeks off? Kurt, I don't do time off. I'm a twenty four seven, bonafide, balls to the walls fighter who doesn't take crap from anyone. I know you heard about me raising hell in Memphis the other week. So cut the crap. Make it up to me. I'm the Pride Cup champion and I deserve a chance to prove myself, even if I have to test-drive some of the rookies and beat some of the green out of 'em, give them a real welcome to Pride. Who wants to see me wrestle?!
Eddie raised the microphone high up in the ear and when the jury came back in, the decision was unanimous. These people WANTED, NEEDED to see Ed Nash cave some skulls in. Kurt wrung his hands together realizing he had no other choice.
Kurt Noble: I don't appreciate your disrespectful tone Edd, nor do I appreciate you making demands as if you own the damn building. However, as a promoter it's my job to ensure that I give the fans what they want to see and if they want to see you compete so be it. You get your match Ed. However, a capable wrestler like yourself isn't getting a free ride to an easy victory. You'll be getting a match against one of the toughest in the industry.
Eddie Nash: Wouldn't have it any other way man. Bring it on, who am I facing?!
Kurt Noble: You wanna know? Alright. Ed, next week, you’ll have a match… A handicap match! It’s going to be you against Spooks and Gooks!
The crowd went ballistic at this announcement. Eddie smirked as the commentators laughed in shock.
Eric Witz: Woah! What a match that'll be!
Keith Oswalt: Eddie's going to get murdered in that ring.
Eddie Nash: Oh yeah?! Challenge accepted!
Before Eddie Nash’s music can play however, the familiar voice of Johnny Noble can be heard as he walks out onto stage, next to his own brother Kurt Noble.
Johnny Noble: Woah, woah, woah! A handicap match Kurt? Don’t you think that would be unfair to Eddie? Make it a tag team match, I’ll partner with the kid. At least that way it’ll be a fair match.
Cheering wildly to see the tag team of Johnny Noble and Eddie Nash again, the crowd erupts with approval for Johnny Noble.
Kurt Noble: Johnny, you really should mind your own business, but it seems that you’ve proven once again that you’re incapable of doing that. You want to help out Eddie Nash next week? Fine by me. But, let’s make this a little more interesting, instead of just the standard old tag team match, next week, we’re going to have a three way tag match. It’ll be the team of Johnny Noble and Eddie Nash taking on Spooks and Gooks taking on The Krieg!
Keith Oswalt: Good lord! That’s huge!
Smiling in the ring, Eddie Nash looks at the Noble brothers nodding his head before responding.
Eddie Nash: Sounds fine by me, I’ll see you next week Johnny.
Finally “Eon” by Celldweller begins to play as Johnny stares at his partner, grinning wickedly.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:08:48 GMT -5
Backstage, Esix Cordero is seen warming up for his match, with a surprising Daevin Dushane standing next to him.
Daevin Dushane: So when are you going to teach me your secrets?
Esix Cordero: I’m not. I still don’t even like you hanging around me, kid. I’ve got to get focused for my match with Kid in a few weeks, and I don’t need to babysit some brat.
Daevin holds onto the punching bag Esix is hitting, and seems a bit saddened.
Daevin Dushane: I am not a kid! I defended you last week from Dru Tha Merc, and have shown a willingness to fight beside you. I want to help you. In fact, I have request a match with the mercenary at The Knighting.
Esix swings especially hard, nearly knocking down Daevin!
Esix Cordero: You did what?
Daevin Dushane: The mercenary must be shown that his actions have consequences. So, I will be the one to show him that his actions will not go unnoticed. I will make you proud.
Esix Cordero: Great, now I get to care for a dead body. Just hold it still…
Esix goes back to his punching, as the scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:09:16 GMT -5
”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: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 297 pounds, and hailing from Tampa Bay, Florida...Dru Tha Merc! ”Now, I am become Death. The destroyer of Worlds.”
*The the words of Oppenheimer finish and the slow, melodic beat of “Reise Reise” fills the arena, the giants Somba and Dahaka 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.*Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 330 pounds, and hailing from Munich, Germany....Somba! The ref calls for the bell and the two men tie-up. Somba is able to overpower Dru and wrenches his arm, but Dru quickly reverses the move with a wrench of his own. He then slowly works Somba’s arm into a hammerlock, but Somba fights out with elbows to the side of Dru’s face. Somba then grabs his opponent around the head and locks in a headlock. Dru tries to fight this by pushing Somba back onto the ropes then trying to push him off, but Somba maintains the hold and halts any additional movement. Dru decides to fight out instead with punches to the gut of Somba, eventually forcing the release before hitting the ropes – but runs back into a thumb spike to throat. Dru initially coughs, holding his throat, but he quickly hurries to his feet, however this time he is met with a running knee to the sternum by Somba. Again Dru hurries up, but now he runs into a kick to the gut, before being lifted off his feet by a shaky two handed choke lift! Somba slams Dru down to the mat seconds later! Keith Oswalt: My word! Despite the similar height and weight difference, Somba was able to hoist Dru Tha Merc up and then slam him back down to the ring with ease! Eric Witz: The guy’s a BEAST! It should be obvious! Keith Oswalt: I can’t disagree, although I will say that you are in no position to say what is and what isn’t obvious… Watching on without any emotion, Somba stalks Dru until he gets up, and then sends Tha Merc to the mat with a big running powerslam! Somba makes the cover, 1... 2... Kick out! Cleary undeterred, Somba pulls Dru up with a heavy grunt. However for a split second he falters and this cost him as Dru shoves him away – and then connects with a series of jabs, each one followed by a right hook! Dru finally ends the strikes with a pimp slap before hitting the ropes as Somba doubles over, clutching his face where the strong pimp hand struck him, and then taking the big man down with a Running Big Boot! Dru makes the cover, 1... 2... Kick out! Keith Oswalt: The tide has turned for the big Samoan. Eric Witz: Bah! Any thug can gain the advantage after a slap like that. And who says life ain’t easy for a pimp? Not bothered by the kick-out, Dru quickly pulls Somba back up and now shows his strength by lifting Somba to hit a Bay Area Chokeslam! He doesn’t make a cover though. Instead Dru grabs his opponent, pulls him to his feet, and then goes for a stalling suplex! As if to prove a cocky point, Dru holds Somba up for several seconds! Keith Oswalt: Look at the strength, Eric! Eric Witz: He must normally use all them muscles to support that family of five that he…oh wait… Keith Oswalt: You better watch that racist mouth of yours! What would the Carringtons say if they heard that!? Eric Witz: Who? The crowd cheers in amazement while the referee looks on, as if he’s not sure if he should be admonishing Dru for allowing Somba to remain so high up for so long. Meanwhile, Somba roars in a rage and begins to shift in the air. He kicks to the point Dru stumbles a bit and nearly hits the ropes, but it’s not enough to break Dru's focus. Suddenly Somba growls and kicks his legs and pushes all his weight, forcing Dru to stumble back further and hit the ropes! With this, Somba is able to break the grip and fall to his feet rather athletically and to Dru’s surprise. But no sooner has Somba turned to his opponent that Dru is hauling him up and then DDTs Somba to the mat! Dru hooks the leg, 1... 2... Kick out! Eric Witz: Dru’s well-fare isn’t looking to be enough to put Somba away… Keith Oswalt: That…that made NO sense whatsoever. Eric Witz: Or…DID it?! Keith Oswalt: No! Eric Witz: Oh. Dru slowly pulls Somba to his feet and backs him up onto the ropes with forearm shots to the big man’s jaw, before going for the Irish whip; however, Somba manages to reverse the whip, and then suddenly roars, bursting into a sprint to meet Dru in the middle of the ring with an STO! Keith Oswalt: WHAT A SHOT! Eric Witz: “Ich mag Seife! Es erfüllt mich bis Joghurt!” (I like soap! It fills me up yogurt!) Keith Oswalt: ……………… Eric Witz: I was just looking at my German dictionary. I’m pretty sure that means “Momentum shift for the big German-Samoan badass! Game is nearly over!” Breathing heavily and looking red in the face from the stalling suplex from earlier, Somba sits up and crawls across Dru to make the cover. 1... 2... Kick out! Without a hint of anger, Somba pulls Dru up and whips him into the corner – before charging and nailing an echoing running chop! As Dru looks out of it, grabbing his chest in pain, Somba hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle and locks him in the Tree of Woe. The big man steps back, pops his neck, and rushes Dru, clobbering him in the corner with a running headbutt! The fans “OOOOOH!” at the sound it makes, as well as the sight of it. Somba then hoists Dru out of the Tree of Woe, picks him up with the intention of going for a powerbomb into the turnbuckle, but Tha Merc fights out of it and brings Somba’s head down to the mat with a DDT! Both men now lie in the middle of the ring, exhausted. Keith Oswalt: Either man could make a cover here, although Dru might be a bit more capable of it after that DDT. Eric Witz: “Tabelle ist köstlich! Es ist blau und Kartoffel!” (Table is delicious! It is blue and potato!) That means, “I disagree with you completely, you sad little man, you! Somba is only recovering so he can finish that ni-“ Keith Oswalt: Give me that! *sound of item thrown* Eric Witz: MY BOOK!!! Surprisingly, Somba is the first man to stir, and he slowly crawls across to Dru and throws an arm across his chest! 1... 2... 3-Kick out! Somba actually looks angered by this as he snarls at the ref. But he’s wasting no time and soon makes his way to the corner. He crouches there, waiting for Dru to get to his feet and licking his lips in preparation to destroy his opponent. Dru makes it up in the opposite corner, and as he turns Somba suddenly charges and looks to hit another brutal thumb spike to throat– but Dru rolls out of the way like a gangsta avoiding a drive-by! Unable to halt his momentum Somba crashes into the turnbuckles, and as he turns around and stumbles out of the corner, Dru slams him to the mat with a Sidewalk Slam! Instead of making the pin though Dru stalks his opponent, and connects with a ballin’ left jab to the chin as soon as Somba is up. He swiftly follows up with a low right hook to the body – and then a quick spinning backfist to the face. As Somba struggles to keep his balance Dru suddenly leaps forward with a Bicycle Kick, connecting square on the chin! Somba falls to the mat and Dru quickly finishes his signature move with a standing Guillotine Legdrop! He makes the cover, 1... 2... 3-Kick out! Keith Oswalt: I thought that was it! Eric Witz: I would educate you on what I thought of that right there in some nice German, but SOMEBODY had to go and get rid of the knowledge, Keith! Dru looks shocked as he runs a hand over his head and grimaces in pain. He quickly gets to his feet and mouths off at Somba as he stalks the equally big athlete. Somba slowly gets up and looks out of it as he turns towards Dru – who leaps up to connect with a clothesline! Somba hardly moves, and Dru goes for a second one that is has pretty much the same result. Keith Oswalt: Despite the back-and-forth action here in this match, Somba seems strong enough to withstand these clotheslines! However, just as it looks like Dru is preparing to go for another clothesline, Somba counters and grabs Dru, spinning around and flooring him with a Spinebuster! Dru tries to fight to his feet as Somba rises to his– but Somba reaches down and hoists Dru up by his throat with one hand! Gripping him in an anaconda-like hold, Somba looks Dru dead in the eye with crazy eyes of his own, snarling and practically drooling like a beast. However, Dru slams him with a fist, before lifting up the beast in a Bear Hug! The crowd awes at his strength, and Somba struggles, before Dru slams him down with a spinebuster! Dru pins him... 1... 2... 3! Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 12 minutes and 33 seconds...Dru Tha Merc! Keith Oswalt: Wow. Now THAT was impressive! Eric Witz: Gangstar impresses, bitches! Dru stands up, and grabs a microphone.Dru Tha Merc: This, niggas, is what I do. Last week, some new faced rookie bitch got in my way of taking down Esix Cordero...and now I hear he wants a match with me. Nigga, if it means getting to Esix Cordero...I accept. See you at The Knighting. The scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:10:17 GMT -5
Backstage, Christian Kane is walking, his Valiant Title around his shoulder, with his arm wrapped around Dani.Christian Kane: Feels good finally having a week off. Don’t have to worry about that asswipe Eagles interfering again. Seriously, the guy’s starting to royally piss me off. Doesn’t he respect me, the Valiant Champion? Dani Sandström: Well, you did do some of the same things to hi- CK turns, angrily glaring at Dani, who sheepishly stops talking.Dani Sandström: I mean…yeah! You show him when you get the chance! Christian Kane smiles, and both open their locker-room door…only to see the horror. Christian Kane: Oh…my….God. My penis just died. Dani Sandström: I’m gonna be sick… Woman #1: Hey CK, Baby… how about the Champ get a little action tonight? Woman #2: That chicken leg can’t possibly be enough. You definitely want the whole bird… Woman #3: We’re not the only “big bones” aren’t here… Woman #4: I’M HUNGRY! The women all move in, as CK bails out! He and Dani close the door, and CK nimble grabs a pipe, jamming the door from the outside!Christian Kane: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? Dani Sandström: Oh God, here comes the vomit… Josh Eagles: That, “Champ,” was a little gift from me to you. CK turns, and is now eye to eye with his biggest enemy, the former Valiant Champion, Jos Eagles.Christian Kane: You son of a bitch…you get those hags out of MY locker-room! Josh Eagles: Oh, I will…as soon as you learn one little thing. As you’ve seen, I’ve been tempting you the past few weeks. You tried to get even last week…so I’ve got your attention. At The Knighting, I want MY title back, the one you stole from me. So, I’m enacting my rematch clause. You and I are going to face off for that title, and next week, we make it official. A contract signing, of course. Christian Kane: What, so you can jump me before my match? No fucking way. Josh Eagles: Classy. But I hope it’s been made clear to you, Christian. What I’m doing to you…you’ve done to me too. Being Champion’s not so easy, is it? Can’t handle the pressure? I’ll gladly take it back, of course… Christian Kane: No…you won’t. You can have your little match….but if you think I’m going to roll over, and hand away my first world Title in five years, you’re a fucking clown. Now get those fat broads out of my room! Josh Eagles: Not in the mood, CK. You do it. Have fun… Eagles walks off, as CK grinds his teeth at the thought.Christian Kane: Yeah…you’ll get your own little surprise Eagles… The scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Jan 30, 2011 23:10:43 GMT -5
The lights dim to darkness during the intro to ‘Press Gang’, white lights begin to flicker as the drums kick in. Paul Sant takes a few big steps out from the back. He then stands up straight and takes a look around the now satisfied looking crowd while nodding his head in approval and his hands on his hips. He then walks down to the ring with a smirk on his face with an arm raised in the air. He slides into the ring and runs to the opposite corner and stands on the middle rope. The audiences loves it as begins to talk trash about his opponent while looking at various sections of the place.
Ike Rose: The following contest is the main event and will be scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, from Murder City, USA, weighing in at 218 pounds, Paul Sant!
"Never Understand" by The Jesus and Mary Chain starts to play and immediately the fans let Obscene know where he stands with a chorus of thunderous boos. Wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans, he walks down the ramp, shooting malicious looks at the front row. After he reaches the ring and climbs the steps, he gets in and backs into a corner. He wears a self-satisfied smirk as the crowd continue to boo.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, from Monterrey, Mexico, weighing in at 190 pounds, Obscene!
The gentle intro riffing of 'The Great Escape' by We Are Scientists rolls through the arena at a gradual pace, letting the people inside know of the approach of a certain Galen Ronan - a variety of cheers and boos emanating from different areas of the crowd based on the grand number of people find his general style of wrestling to be. With a gentle determination, the lights flicker, and right on cue, Galen steps out from the curtain, cracking his fists as that coolly smirking man steps without any show or hassle down to the squared circle. He makes a move to jump up to the apron, then grips the top rope and swings his legs over that, landing on the mat with a slight 'thunk' as he moves to his corner, cracking his neck from side to side as he sizes up everything around him with his usual casually ringing determination.
Ike Rose: And their opponents, from Orange County, California, weighing in at 197 pounds, “The Divined Chaos” Galen Ronan!
“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: And the final participant in this match, weighing in at 170 pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona, accompanied to the ring by Skeeter Butts, Esix Cordero!
Eric Witz: And now, it’s time for the clusterfuck match of the night!
Keith Oswalt: In less vulgar terms, this match is going to be absolute chaos, four men all in the ring at once, all fighting for the shot to be proclaimed the best.
Eric Witz: My money is on the knock out artist himself, Esix Cordero.
Keith Oswalt: No surprise you’d pick him, however I’m going to have to go with the former PWF World Heavyweight champion Paul Sant myself.
As the match begins, Paul Sant, Obscene, and Galen Ronan all nod to each other before turning their attention to Esix Cordero, aware that he is by far considered the favorite in the match. All rushing at him, the three men corner him into the turnbuckle before hitting a triple yakuza kick on him! Knocking him up off of the mat as his head slams back against the turnbuckle, Esix Cordero falls to the corner and finally the three men all begin to stomp on Esix Cordero, attempting to stomp the life out of him, trying to give him no chance in the match. After several moments of repeated stomping, Galen Ronan finally turns his attention to Paul Sant, who remains focused on stomping Esix Cordero.
With Sant’s attention diverted, Galen Ronan uses this opportunity to grab him by the back of the neck and sit him out with a seated neckbreaker, cracking his neck across his shoulder! Holding his neck after being hit by the move, Sant rolls on the mat, but instead of being able to roll out of the ring, Galen Ronan grabs him by the hair and pulls him back to his feet. Now hooking Sant’s head and arm, Galen Ronan pulls Sant up off of the mat before dropping him back down with a suplex. After the suplex, Galen Ronan rolls Paul Sant over onto his stomach and here he now gets up and plants his knees on Sant’s stomach before crossing Paul’s arms and putting him into a seated Japanese stranglehold!
Keith Oswalt: Sickening choke by Galen Ronan on Paul Sant! He looks like he’s trying to snap his back with that hold!
Eric Witz: Well, wrestling a paraplegic would probably be quite easy.
Keith Oswalt: You’re horribly insensitive, you know that right?
Eric Witz: It’s part of the reason I was hired.
Keith Oswalt: What’s the other reason?
Eric Witz: I blew Jeremy Sterling.
Keith Oswalt: … We’re moving on now.
Choking Paul Sant with his own arms, Galen Ronan rears back, attempting to shatter his back in the process. Finally noticing the submission hold, Obscene stops stomping Esix Cordero and bounces off the ropes to pick up speed, finally hitting a dropkick to the side of Galen Ronan’s head, knocking him off of Paul Sant. Having been taken off balance, Galen Ronan falls to the mat as Obscene gets back up and looks at Galen climbing to his feet. Using Paul Sant as a stool, Obscene leaps off of Sant’s back and hit’s an assisted leg lariat on Galen, taking him down to the ground. Having hit the leg lariat, Obscene now begins to furiously choke Galen, attempting to choke the life out of him.
After being warned by the referee for his choking, Obscene begins to pummel Galen Ronan, delivering repeated closed fist strikes to his face. After these strikes Obscene finally gets up and pulls Ronan up along with him. Kicking Ronan in the stomach, Obscene puts his arm around Ronan’s head and attempts to lift the bigger man up. Having his leg hooked by Ronan, Obscene is unable to pull Ronan up off of the mat and finally pushes Ronan back before pulling Paul Sant up to his feet. Telling Sant to help him, Obscene turns back to Galen Ronan and again kicks him in the stomach before wrapping his arm around his head. Sant doing the same, the two men hoist Galen up off of the mat before viciously slamming him down with a double suplex.
Eric Witz: Double team the new guy!
Keith Oswalt: I’m never going to look at you the same way, and now everything you say is going to have a sexual innuendo.
Eric Witz: It was a joke!
Keith Oswalt: Really?
Eric Witz: Kind of.
Both men getting back up to their feet, the partnership reveals to be short lived as Obscene now throws Paul Sant off to the ropes. Bending over and going for a back body drop on Sant, Obscene is shocked by Sant when Sant simply rolls over Obscene’s back and stands behind him. Popping up, Sant uses this advantage and lifts Obscene up before driving him into the mat with a high angle back drop driver! Planting Obscene head first into the mat, Paul Sant goes for a cover,
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Esix Cordero breaks up the pin!
Again kicking Paul Sant in the head, Cordero finally fits Sant up off of the mat and clinches his body in before delivering repeated knee strikes. After these knee strikes, Cordero now side swipes Sant down to the mat, slamming Sant on his upper back, driving him into the mat with the move. Pivoting his body, Esix Cordero mounts himself on top of Sant and begins to drive down his elbows, slamming Sant with a barrage of elbows. After numerous elbow strikes, Galen Ronan finally lifts Cordero up off of Paul Sant, refusing to let Esix win the match by a knock out decision.
Ruthlessly turning around, Esix Cordero nails Galen Ronan with a brutal spinning elbow, knocking the rookie wrestler to the mat with the single blow. Now returning his attention to Paul Sant, Esix Cordero is caught off guard by Obscene who leaps off of the top rope in the middle of the ropes and hits an Uneven Moonsault on Esix Cordero, taking him down for a pinfall attempt!
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Kick out!
Keith Oswalt: No matter how many times I’ve seen that move, it never ceases to amaze me.
Eric Witz: If only it would have gotten the win for Obscene, he’s been on quite the streak lately.
Keith Oswalt: He nearly pinned Esix Cordero! That’s got to count for something.
Managing to kick out of the surprise move, Esix Cordero barely gets his shoulders up off of the mat. However, doing so only serves to infuriate Obscene as he now begins to choke Esix Cordero. Finally regaining his senses and realizing how close he is to being disqualified, Obscene releases his choke before getting up to his feet and pulling Esix up along with him. Putting Esix Cordero into a cravate hold, Obscene now runs at the corner before running up the ropes and hitting a shiranui on Esix Cordero!
Slamming Cordero down into the mat, Obscene gets back up onto his feet and grins before viciously kicking Cordero repeatedly, finally kicking him out onto the concrete floor. Turning around after doing this, Paul Sant has recovered from his repeated elbow strikes and now grabs Obscene with a cravate of his own! Now running at the same corner Obscene ran up, Paul Sant nails Obscene with The Path for Truth (Shiranui)! Slamming Obscene into the mat himself, Paul Sant goes for a cover,
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Galen Ronan just breaks the cover up!
Keith Oswalt: Paul Sant had it! Obscene tried to use Sant’s move, and Sant was going to make him pay for it!
Eric Witz: But that damn samurai messed everything up!
Keith Oswalt: Samurai? What, did you blow him too?
Eric Witz: I didn’t blow anybody! He’s a samurai because of his last name!
Keith Oswalt: That’s Ronen, this is Ronan.
Eric Witz: It’s the same damn thing!
Getting back to his feet first, Galen Ronan lifts Obscene up off of the mat after punting Paul Sant in the skull. Now throws Obscene to the corner. Grinning at Obscene after doing this, Galen Ronan hit’s the ropes to pick up speed and sprints towards Obscene before nailing him with the Chaos in Motion (Flying Kick in the corner)! Sending Obscene crashing over the top rope onto a recovering Esix Cordero, Galen Ronan grins as he turns his attention to a slowly recovering Paul Sant.
Quickly walking over to Paul Sant, Ronan spins Sant around and kicks him in the stomach before lifting him up into position for a suplex, jumping and slamming Paul Sant head first into the mat with his finishing move, the Diviniation (Spike Brainbuster)! Instantly following the brutal move, Ronan goes for a cover,
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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 23 minutes and 41 seconds, “The Divined Chaos” Galen Ronan!
Eric Witz: The samurai wins!
Keith Oswalt: He’s not… Whatever! Galen Ronan definitely impresses with in his first ever main event!
Eric Witz: You know what? Samurai vs. Knock Out Artist, that’d be a match!
Keith Oswalt: That could be a Valiant championship match down the road, but for tonight we conclude with Galen Ronan winning the biggest match of his bright, young career! For Eric Witz, this is Keith Oswalt, and we’ll see you all next week!
This has been Oblivion[/I]
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