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Post by Kirk Noble on Apr 3, 2011 22:39:57 GMT -5
Oblivion opens up to Kid sitting with both Kurt Noble and Jeremy Sterling, who don’t appear happy with him.
Kurt Noble: Let’s face it, Kid…your showing as of late has been pathetic, and definitely not the standard Pride is accustomed to.
Jeremy Sterling: I agree. Have anything to say for yourself?
Kid Flanagan: Yeah…six month. That’s about how long I’ve held the Syndicate title, making it the most awesomest title ever! Chris Hart? Beat his reign. Christian Kane? Ha! Josh Eagles? Oh, oh, oh, no.
Kurt Noble: An impressive title reign doesn’t save you from meeting Pride’s standards. I suggest tonight, you perform well against Pitbull, or you may find the odds being stacked against you at Pride, Honor, and Valiance II…
Kid Flanagan: Cool. We done here?
Jeremy Sterling: Absolutely.
Kid stands up, and exits the room, as Noble and Sterling look at one another. The scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Apr 3, 2011 22:40:47 GMT -5
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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit! Introducing first, making her way to the ring, from Copenhagen, Denmark, weighing in at 135 pounds, Aurelia Zombie!
”Hate It Or Love It" by G-Unit begins to play as many of the fans in the attendance begin to make the sounds of the background chorus, chanting with the song, 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 around. Niles Markie is standing at the entrance, waving at his client!
Hate it or love it, The underdog's on top,
And I'm gonna shine homie, until my heart stop...
Go head' envy me, I'm rap's MVP.
And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me.
Hate it or love it, The underdog's on top,
And I'm gonna shine homie, until my heart stop...
Go head' envy me, I'm rap's MVP.
And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me.
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, then steps down onto the entrance way next to Niles. Together they walk to the ring. As 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, as Niles makes a tsk-tsk-tsk sound and begins to talk strategy to his client. Niles Markie opens his briefcase and offers a tire iron to Dru, but before Dru can take it, the ref yells at both of them and the two men shake their heads before Niles walks out of the ring and stand by the apron, while Dru preps for his match, rolling his shoulders.
Hate it or love it, The underdog's on top,
And I'm gonna shine homie, until my heart stop...
Go head' envy me, I'm rap's MVP.
And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me.
Hate it or love it, The underdog's on top,
And I'm gonna shine homie, until my heart stop...
Go head' envy me, I'm rap's MVP.
And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me.
Ike Rose: And her opponent, weighing in at 297 pounds, from Tampa Bay, Florida, accompanied to the ring by Niles Markie, Dru Tha Merc!
As the bell rings Dru Tha Merc looks across the ring at Aurelia Zombie and snarls towards her, still bitter that she holds a victory over him. Walking towards her, Dru finally reaches her in the middle of the ring, as she had begun to walk towards him as well. Locking up into a collar and elbow tie up, Dru is able to use his size and obvious strength advantage to shove her back to the ropes. Leaning against the ropes after hitting them, Zombie glares back at Dru, unhappy that he’s shoving her around. Getting off of the ropes, Zombie goes back into a tie up with Dru, but this time, Dru doesn’t bother to shove her back, instead he lifts Zombie up with one arm under her shoulder.
Holding her up in this position, Dru shakes his head before he finally tosses her back and allows her back to slam into the turnbuckles. Wasting no time, Dru now charges towards the corner and crushes Aurelia in the corner, nailing a lariat on her. After hitting the big move, Dru now lifts Aurelia up into a military press. Holding her over his head, he begins to press her, but after the third press, he tosses Aurelia up into the air as far as he could and allows her to fall flat to the mat, landing with a thud. Unimpressed by his lack of competition, Dru looks at Aurelia as she holds her stomach. Rushing at her now, Dru mercilessly punts Aurelia in the stomach, targeting her pained area.
Keith Oswalt: Dru is a man on a mission as he gives Aurelia no time to recuperate. It almost makes me sick to see him beating on a woman like this.
Eric Witz: Heh, beating…
Keith Oswalt: Oh will you please grow up!?
Eric Witz: Fine… Dru’s really putting it to her now. She’s taking it hard from him.
Keith Oswalt: Enough with the innuendo Eric!
After hitting the put on Aurelia, Dru walks over to lift her back up, however as he does this, she surprises him as she rolls him up into a small package!
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Kick out!
Nearly getting the victory over Dru with the surprise cover seems to be enough of an adrenaline rush for Aurelia Zombie as she gets back up to her feet and now runs against the ropes. Sprinting back towards the slowly recovering Dru, she nails him with a running dropkick, taking Dru back into the ropes. Popping back up to her feet, Aurelia delivers a stiff kick to Dru’s mid-section, bending him over. Wasting no time on Dru and trying to get him into a position she likes, Aurelia decides to wrap her arm around Dru’s head and drive it back into the mat with a wicked DDT.
Having his head spike into the mat, Aurelia grins as she gets back up to her feet and now looks at the top rope, but decides enough damage hasn’t been done to justify that yet. Stomping on Dru’s stomach a few times, Aurelia finally lifts her large opponent again off of the mat. Elbowing him in the face, Aurelia whips Dru off to the ropes and now hit’s the ropes herself. Sprinting back towards him, Aurelia Zombie launches her feet out towards Dru and rockets off a spinning heel kick, taking the big man off of his feet! Following this blow to Dru, Aurelia looks at his laid flat body and grins as she gets back to her feet and now hit’s the ropes before rolling towards Dru and popping up at the last second, doing a flip onto him to hit Dru with a rolling thunder!
Eric Witz: Looks like Aurelia’s started to turn the tide! She is in total control right now.
Keith Oswalt: She sure seems to be ever since that roll up attempt, but you have to wonder if she can stay on the advantage like this for much longer.
Eric Witz: I’d say she probably can, she’s defeated Dru before, she can do it again.
After hitting the rolling thunder on Dru Tha Merc, Aurelia Zombie gets back to her feet and listens to the cheering crowd. Grinning, Aurelia now begins to ascend to the top rope, however as she does this, Dru Tha Merc begins to get to his feet. Spotting Dru getting up, Aurelia hops off of the top rope down onto the apron and stands ready to spring board at this point. As Dru gets up and turns around, Aurelia springs up onto the top rope and from here does a front flip.
As Aurelia lands on Dru’s shoulders after doing the front flip off a springboard, she goes to flip herself backwards, however instead of being able to pull Dru down, Dru stands still and instead drills Aurelia Zombie’s neck into the mat with a brutal powerbomb. Having possibly snapped her neck with the move, Dru plants his shoe on her face to pin her,
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3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner...Dru the Merc!
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Post by Kirk Noble on Apr 3, 2011 22:41:15 GMT -5
"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 side of the ring, he then starts going through his book bag, he then pulls out an two water pistols. He then yells "BOOM", when all of a sudden Pitbull appears seemingly out of nowhere and runs him down, causing Kid to crash into the apron headfirst!
Eric Witz: HOLY CRAP!!
Keith Oswalt: What the heck!?
Pitbull pulls Kid up by his hair and begins to slam him face first into the apron repeatedly. The crowd boos as loud as they can, but Pitbull ignores them all as he slams Kid’s head into the apron a few more times. Blood can now be seen spilling from the Syndicate Champion’s head, eliciting a grin from the savage Pitbull. Pitbull rolls Kid into the ring, stomping on one of the water pistols and shattering it for kicks before he climbs in himself to go after the downed Flanagan. Kid stirs just a little bit, but Pitbull is immediately all over him, kicking him in the head, chest, and any other body part he feels like. Even as the referee warns Pitbull to back off with this violent attack, the 6’5, 300 pound brute merely snarls at him menacingly. The referee, more fearing for his own safety than anything, bails, and Pitbull refocuses on Kid.
Keith Oswalt: This is outrageous! Where the heck is security?!
Eric Witz: Hey, I heard the initial bell signifying a match was set to take place here between Kid Flanagan and Pitbull and…well…here it is. DING, DING, DING, see ya, Kid!
Keith Oswalt: Disgusting…
Pitbull hoists Kid up by his messy, bloody hair, and looks him in the face. He grins sadistically before tossing Kid back down to the mat. Like the proverbial dog he’s named himself off, Pitbull circles Kid, eyeing him up for the next phase to his brutal assault. Figuring out one, he drags Kid along by both his wrists and lifts him up easily toward the ropes as the crowd only heightens the intensity of their boos. Pitbull initially looks like he’s going to wrap Kid into the ropes by his arms, but he shocks everyone by instead sticking Kid’s head in-between the middle and top rope and tightens them to their fullest!!
Keith Oswalt: He’s gonna choke him, Eric! Cripple him even!!
Eric Witz: No he’s not…
Pitbull roars savagely into Kid’s bleeding face, but it’s clear the Syndicate Champion is broken and out of it right now. Perhaps this makes him lucky…then again perhaps not. Either way, he has no means of foreseeing or protecting himself as Pitbull holds up both arms into the air and yells out as loud as he can—a battle cry. He then turns to his captured prey and begins to brutally batter Kid Flanagan in the face with elbow strikes---The Dog Pound to his opponent wrapped headfirst in the ring ropes!!! Again and again and again the unbiased Pitbull mashes his elbows into Kid’s face. He alternates left and right, left and right, left and right elbow until his elbows are coated in Kid’s blood.
Eric Witz: Or…maybe he will…
Pitbull carries this on for several moments until he steps back and wipes his hand across his sweaty brow. He chuckles and smiles as he looks over the destroyed Syndicate Champion and then walks over to him, unwrapping him from the ropes. Kid slumps to the mat and lies there motionless as the crowd can only look on in horror. Pitbull looks around the ring where he spots the ref who is cowering by the announcer’s table. He makes a motion for the referee to get his ass into the ring. The ref at first refuses, but when Pitbull steps forth and bellows at him to enter the ring or face similar treatment, the ref does so (albeit with noticeable hesitation). Pitbull leans down and places a single knee on Kid’s chest. The ref goes to count with the greatest distance possible between himself and Kid.
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2…
Pitbull suddenly lets his weight off and rises to his feet to a chorus of boos and ‘YOU SUCK!” chants. The ref is baffled by the action, but Pitbull merely exits the ring and picks up Kid’s Syndicate title. He examines it briefly and then rolls back into the ring. He goes to Kid’s body and places the Syndicate title over Kid’s bloody face. Pitbull drops the one knee on Kid’s chest again and points at the ref, ordering him to count. The ref does so without question.
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2…
3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 3 minutes and 56 seconds…Pitbull!
Pitbull rises to his feet, looking satisfied with his results, and steps over Kid’s motionless body. The ref keeps his distance, but goes to check on the fallen Syndicate Champion just as Pitbull exits the ring.
Keith Oswalt: Announcing Pitbull as the winner like that implies a damn MATCH took place! That wasn’t a wrestling match, it was a straight up mauling!!
Eric Witz: Quiet. Doggies have some excellent hearing.
Pitbull stops near the spot where he first took down Kid and looks down at the two water guns. He spots the one he left untouched and picks it up. Tilting his head, Pitbull aims the water pistol into his mouth and squirts the water into his mouth like if it was a regular source of water. When all the water is gone, Pitbull tosses the water pistol aside and walks up the ramp, allowing the water to simply spill from his mouth as he ascends the ramp and vanishes from sight.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Apr 3, 2011 22:41:58 GMT -5
Backstage, Kingdom of Pride intern Raymond Caravelle can be seen standing with a small group of people discussing something in the locker-room near a board that has countless photos established all across it. If you take a closer look, you find these photos are all Kingdom of Pride roster members of the past and present—at least from this era of the company.
Ray Caravelle: Now, every single individual that came and went through this locker-room since the Kingdom of Pride was reestablished is right here on this board. That’s every wrestler, even if they signed up and never stepped foot in that ring before getting cut. Right here…is exactly sixty names and faces you’ll find.
Ray motions to the board as the group of people, their reasons for being here a mystery, nod and some even take notes while Raymond takes a split second to straighten his jacket. Suddenly, the locker-room door opens and Johnny Noble walks in. A few people look his way, but Noble ignores them as he walks over to a nearby bench and sits down, already dressed for his match later in the night.
Ray Caravelle: And all of these people…they had potential, almost all of them was called the next big thing in Pride, what would take the company to the next level. Sixty potential candidates to make a definite impact…and now we’re down to less than a dozen.
The group murmurs in surprise at such a low number. Johnny glances over at the sight, which almost looks like a tourist sight-seeing program with Caravelle the intern as the tour guide waving his hands around to display the scenery.
Ray Caravelle: Less than a dozen, guys and gals. I could remove all the dropped employees from this board and the remainders wouldn’t even cover half of it. That’s the state the Kingdom of Pride is in, and that’s why I’m talking to you here tonight about the opportunities you’ve all previously heard about from me. Better think of taking it now, because the faces here that are of any relevance ain’t gonna hold this ship up together much longer, and we’re looking at some big time job losses.
Johnny straightens out his left elbow pad as he listens to the spill and checks the bandana tied on his bicep for good measure as he rises to his feet yet continues to listen in. Ray looks beyond the group of people to Noble himself, and keeps his eyes glued to Johnny throughout the entire next line he speaks to the people before him.
Ray Caravelle: My opinion: the Noble-Sterling period of Pride could be classified as highway robbery, and the deal I’m offering is a surefire way to make sure nobody else here takes the fall for what’s gone down here since last July. Anyone else you ask would probably give you some garbage on how you should stick with it til the end and go out fighting, but those same people would probably also be classified as delusional glory seekers, men drunk with a mad obsession to fill out their own agenda, or they could be sad saps who may very well be pawns to the Noble-Sterling period of Pride from the start, whose only purpose was to come in here when the fed reappeared…and then die when it died.
Ray gives a slight shrug of the shoulders as he gives Johnny one final gaze and then looks around at the crowd he’s gathered. Johnny blinks once and then starts to exit the locker-room, almost embarrassed just having to listen to the bullshit coming from the young Italian intern’s punk mouth.
Ray Caravelle: If you want to find a prime example of Pride’s condition, to the state its employees are in—the guys who are supposed to be out there making this place famous—you don’t have to look far.
With that, Ray motions for the people to follow him and they do practically like sheep out another door in the locker-room. The camera focuses on Johnny, who stands near the door he originally entered from. He looks back to the white board Ray was at, at all the profiles of long gone Kingdom of Pride wrestlers, with a somewhat unsettled look. Johnny Noble sighs one soft time and then turns, exiting the locker-room and vanishing from view.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Apr 3, 2011 22:44:16 GMT -5
As the bell rings, Valor and Callaway begin to circle around each other. Looking for an opening, Valor seems to find one as he dives forward towards Callaway, grabbing up at his left leg as he does so. Throwing punches to knock Valor off of him, Callaway lands a few weak punches, but finally Valor is able to sweep the one leg Callaway is balancing on and knocks him to the mat. Following this, Valor still holds onto Callaway’s leg and quickly puts him into a standing leg lock, twisting Callaway’s knee around his own leg. It looks as if Valor is trying to damage Callaway’s knee. Keeping this locked in for a few seconds, Callaway finally breaks free from it as he kicks his right leg up and pushes Valor away. Getting to a kneed position, Valor runs back at Callaway, expecting to be able to hit him with a stiff kick, but instead Callaway shows incredible speed and hops up to his feet, leveling Eric Valor with a decapitating lariat!
Eric Witz: Yes! Amazing start for Pride’s greatest mathematician!
Keith Oswalt: Uhhh, I guess…but I will agree, Callaway nearly took Valor’s head off with that shot.
Callaway instantly covers following his lariat,
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Kick out!
Getting little for his decisive move, Callaway gets back up to his feet, pulling Valor up with him. Callaway is taking control of the pace of the match as of now. With the control in his hands, Callaway gets to a close engage with Valor before kneeing him in the stomach and throwing him into a side headlock. Following the headlock, Callaway throws Eric Valor to the mat with a headlock takeover, mounting himself on top of Valor as he falls to the mat. With the mounted position, Callaway begins to bury his fists into Valor’s head. After several of these punches, Callaway is finally warned by the referee to lay off the punches or he will be disqualified. Allowing a clean break, Valor gets back up to his feet, smirking at Callaway despite the punches he just endured.
Eric Witz: Pfft, why are you smiling? WHY ARE YOU SMILING?!
Keith Oswalt: Calm down, Witz. Have some candy.
Eric Witz: I don’t want any of your damn pedophile candy—ooh, is that butterscotch I see?
Both at their feet now, Callaway charges again at Valor, but Valor reacts quickly to this charge and drops Callaway down with a drop toehold, allowing for Callaway’s face to slam into the mat. Pivoting over Callaway’s body, Valor locks in a sleeper hold and begins to apply all the pressure he can to Callaway, trying to strain the muscles in his neck and wear him down. After several seconds of being locked in the hold, Callaway finally is able to crawl to the ropes and grabs a hold of them. Utilizing his time, Eric Valor releases the hold and goes about posing for the fans. He’s met with a nice little pop at his muscular posing and arrogant grin.
Eric Witz: Throw a flag on the field and penalize him for showboating, ref!
Keith Oswalt: This isn’t football, genius…
Eric Witz: It sure looks that way seeing how Chad Ochocinco is up there posing his ass off!
Keith Oswalt: That makes NO sense at ALL, Eric…
Eric Witz: Pfft, your name makes no sense! “Keith Oswalt?” Who picked the choices and put your baby name together, Helen Keller?
From here, Valor kicks Callaway hard in the stomach before whipping him to the ropes. Flying back to the center of the ring, Eric Valor rockets off an arm drag on Callaway. Callaway pops right back up, however almost as soon as he gets to his feet, Valor again hits him with an arm drag. Following the same formula, Valor and Callaway both pop back to their feet, and for the third time in a row, Valor throws off another arm drag! Deciding to stay down following the trio of arm drags, Callaway takes a few breathes as Valor heads to the outside of the ring, ready to leap up onto the top rope from the apron. As Callaway begins to get up, Valor leaps from the top rope towards the center of the ring, and just a split second before he can hit the top rope senton he was going for, Callaway throws his foot up and is able to hit a sloppy, but effective, super kick!
Eric Witz: WHAMMY!
Going for a cover instantly following this impressive move, Callaway hooks Eric’s leg,
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Kick out!
Keith Oswalt: Close call!
Eric Witz: BULLSHIT!! I called WHAMMY! It HAS to be over, damn it!
Pounding the mat in frustration with the kick out, Callaway pulls himself back up to his feet and pulls Valor up as well. Kicking Valor in the stomach, Callaway quickly lifts him up with a scoop slam, but instead of hitting the scoop slam he drops Valor on his feet in front of him and drives Valor headfirst into the mat with an inverted DDT. Again Callaway goes for a cover over Valor,
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Kick out!
Refusing to let up on Valor, Callaway pulls himself and Valor back up and begins to exchange punches with a dazed Valor. Landing four consecutive punches on Valor, Callaway throws Eric to the ropes and as he rushes back at him, Callaway dodges a lariat and is able to get behind him and hit him with a sloppy neckbreaker! Instead of going for a cover, Callaway quickly lifts Valor back to his feet and almost as soon as they are on their feet, Callaway drills Valor back down to the mat with the California Dreaming (Angle Slam)! Following up with a cover, Callaway hooks both of Valor’s legs,
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Kick out!
Keith Oswalt: WOW! Eric Valor is surly something different here as he just kicked out of that California Dreaming!
Eric Witz: Check his system for drugs, ref! People say the guy’s keen on pop culture, I bet he’s got some Pulp Fiction or some Scarface running through his veins right now, if you catch my drift!
Keith Oswalt: ........................
Infuriated by the kick out, Callaway throws his hands to the mat before beginning to pound into Valor’s face mercilessly. Trying to bust Valor wide open, Callaway throws punch after punch into Valor’s face before finally getting back to his feet and pulling Eric along with him. However, Valor shows some fire in eyes as he throws his fist up and is able to catch the side of Callaway’s face as he comes up. Knocking Callaway back, Eric goes for a kick on Callaway, however Callaway catches his leg. Almost without any hesitation, Eric Valor fires his free leg up and connects his knee with the side of Callaway’s head with a brilliant shining enziguri!
Keith Oswalt: My word, that’ll sting for sure!
Eric Witz: HIS SHOES!! CHECK THEM TOO!!
Keith Oswalt: You know, I think I saw a hobo outside the arena earlier with a sign that said “Will work for food.” Maybe I should trade you for him…
Having taken Callaway off guard with the enziguri, Eric pulls Callaway to him and lifts him up with a T-Bone Suplex position. With a grin, Valor starts to go for the move, but Callaway somehow counters out of it and lands next to Valor. However, Eric turns and Irish whips Callaway across the ring. When he comes back, Valor rushes him and connects with a Roaring Elbow! Instantly following up with a cover on Callaway, Valor hooks Callaway’s leg,
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Kick out!
Eric looks a little frustrated as he glances at the ref, presumably questioning the count and why his Roaring Elbow was not effective unlike when someone in another company does it that is awesome and minty. He then turns back to Callaway and pulls him up to his feet, only for Callaway to suddenly thumb Valor in the eye in an act of desperation. Callaway then follows up with a boot to the gut, before taking Eric to the mat with a big boot. Callaway keeps track of Valor as he rolls back to his feet, and hits a second even bigger boot the second Valor rises to his feet. Still maintaining his momentum, Callaway pulls Valor up again, and completes this trio of big boots with a final…well, big boot! Callaway then gets to his feet and mouths off that the end is near to the crowd as Valor gets to his feet and the fans can be heard cheering him on to fight back! Callaway goes for a Calsi Kick, but Valor catches it for a schoolboy...
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Ike Rose: Here is your winner... Eric Valor!
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Post by Kirk Noble on Apr 3, 2011 22:45:05 GMT -5
As we cut to backstage from Keith and Eric, we see the White Rabbit being surrounded by Kingdom of Pride security and officials. They have him cornered in and are being hesistant. The White Rabbit is just glancing at each and every one of the people surrounding him, not making a flinch. He has the Valiant Championship gripped in his hand and dragging on the floor. Finally, one of the security officials feels brave enough to make a move and does. But he pays dearly for it as he gets a swift spin kick to the face, dropping him.
Now, all the guys start to move in after see'ing their friend get attacked. The White Rabbit take's them on with almost ease. Dropping them one by one with karate chops, swift kicks and back flips. The action is fast and furious as the White Rabbit drops the belt to take on two of the bigger security officials with his bare hands. At this point, crouching in a corner nearby is Josh Eagles. He see's the belt on the floor and make's a run for it. He gets in and swipes it up off the floor. The White Rabbit hears this as he handles the two bouncers and drops them by ramming their heads together. He stares straight ahead at Josh who is a good distance away. Josh is saying in quiet words "Outsmarted you now huh? Got MY belt back?"
The White Rabbit tilts his head as he listens to Josh, then pulls the switchblade out of his pocket and flings it open. He tick tocks it in his hand, almost as if to say to Josh he's in trouble now. All around him on the floor is security scattered and laid out motionless. Some agents are now coming to check on them as the White Rabbit and Josh exchange final glances before we go back to ringside action.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Apr 3, 2011 22:45:42 GMT -5
The beginning notes of “Inside The Fire” by Disturbed are heard. Jason Phoenix walks out, looking at the crowd. He slowly stalks his way to the ring. He climbs in, waiting for his opponent, ready to fight.Ike Rose: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first...Jason Phoenix! Before the music starts, the voice of Johnny Noble echoes throughout the arena: The Kingdom of Pride has hundreds of stories to tell. This one makes the definitive impact... The instrumental version of “Cells” plays throughout the arena. The fans waste no time giving an overall appropriate reaction to Johnny Noble just as he slowly walks through the curtain and down the ramp. He gives the occasional group of fans a calm glance, but he does not lose focus as he walks to the ring and climbs the stairs. Johnny flashes a few more fans a calm glance as he steps into the ring and stands near the ropes, putting his hands on his hips and looking around the ring with intensity. Ike Rose: And his opponent...Johnny Noble! The match begins with both Noble and Phoenix staring one another down, before locking up. Noble immediately flips over Phoenix, locking in a headlock, , but Phoenix rolls over, and kips. Noble goes in for a clothesline, but Phoenix ducks, and jumps for his own kick off Noble’s rebound, but Noble holds onto the ropes to stop himself. Phoenix looks amused, as he taunts Noble, who rushes in to resume the lock-up. He pushes Phoenix against the ropes, before Phoenix reverses it, and pushes Noble’s neck fiercely. Phoenix smirks as Noble kneels over in pain…but Noble soon looks up, and pops Phoenix with a shot right to the jaw! Keith Oswalt: Johnny Noble knows exactly how to work situations like this in a match. Let the opponent get arrogant, and then strike them down. Eric Witz: You just described EXACTLY what happens to Johnny Noble in every single match ever. Phoenix goes down, and as he gets up, gets blasted with a quick arm drag, followed by a belly to belly suplex sending Phoenix out to the floor below! He stands up, and slams his hands on the apron, obviously showing how ruffled he’s become. However, Noble takes advantage of that by using the ropes as a swing, and slamming both feet into Phoenix, taking him down! Noble gets out of the ring, and lifts up Phoenix, who runs and slams Noble into the apron! Phoenix then steps back, and before hitting an enziguri on Noble than sends him into the steel post! Noble reaches his lip, but Phoenix dropkicks him back into it! Phoenix throws Noble into the ring, and pins… 1… 2… Kickout by Johnny Noble! Phoenix quickly begins to lay some punches into Noble, the aggressive flurry getting the better of him. Noble gets up, but Phoenix bounces off the ropes, before hitting a lungblower on Noble! Instead of going for the obvious pin, Phoenix stalks over Noble, smiling down at him, before kicking him in the face, and choking him with his boot! Phoenix then backs up, and hits a running punt on Noble’s stomach. He lifts up Noble, and then lifts him up for a Schwein, but Noble spins out of it, and quickly gets Phoenix in a school boy… 1… 2… Kickout by Jason Phoenix! Keith Oswalt: Another close fall! These two are keeping this match at an incredibly brisk pace. These two are vicious, and have absolutely no problem showing it. Eric Witz: People in Pride have such extravagant last names. I’m sure the trust funds are proud to be going to such esteemed individuals. Noble stands up, but instantly gets blasted with a high jump kick from Phoenix! Noble then bounces off the ropes, and Phoenix grabs him, locking in a sleeper hold. Noble begins to go down, before grabbing Phoenix and dropping him with a back body drop! Both men are down, but slowly begin to get up. Phoenix slowly rushes Noble in the corner, but it met with an elbow for his efforts. Noble then runs forward, and drills Phoenix with a running neckbreaker! Noble then lifts up Phoenix, and Irish Whips him, before going for a clothesline. Phoenix ducks, and nails Noble with an enziguri, followed by a DDT! Cover… 1… 2… 3-Kickout by Johnny Noble! Jason Phoenix then signals for the end! He stands up, and Noble gets up, before Phoenix grabs him and goes for the Cimson Tornado (Spinning Killswitch)…but Noble spins out, and nails Phoenix with a reverse DDT! Noble lifts up Phoenix, but Phoenix hits him hard in the stomach. Phoenix Irish Whips Noble, but Noble hands on and tries to lock in the Crippler Crossface! However, Phoenix turns, grabs Noble, and nails the Crimson Tornado! Phoenix makes the pin… 1… 2… Keith Oswalt: No way! Kickout by Johnny Noble! Eric Witz: Wow, you like a psychic or something. Phoenix seems agitated, and goes to the top rope, before going down for the Phoenix Fire (SSP)…and missing! Noble rolls out of the way at the last moment, before jumping over, and locking in the Crippler Crossface! After a few moments, Phoenix taps out! Ike Rose: Here is your winner, via submission…Johnny Noble! As the Main Event ends, the camera focuses in on Callaway, who runs in rolls into the ring. He looks down at Phoenix, who does appear a bit hurt after the Crippler Crossface.Keith Oswalt: Oh Lord. These two have been verbally harassing the other for weeks, ever since the Valiant cage match… but what’s going to happen now? Eric Witz: Just use those things you call eyes… Phoenix gets up, and Callaway stares him down…before Callaway extends his hand! Phoenix looks down at it…and actually shakes his hand! A Callaway smiles, the two still shaking hands, and Callaway turns…but Phoenix moves in! However, like magic, Callaway ducks, his back to Phoenix, and he locks in the Calsmission on Phoenix! Phoenix writhes about, and Callaway throws him down, grinning as he does!Eric Witz: Agent Callaway: Smartest man on the planet! Keith Oswalt: He baited Phoenix into attacking him! That’s all the time we have tonight folks, but we’ll see you next week! The shows ends as Callaway smirks down at Phoenix.
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