Oblivion Results - 8.22.10

[Kirk Noble]

Oblivion begins with the camera flashing away from the Pride logo to the scene of Kurt Noble’s office. He’s sitting directly in front of the camera, facing the screen. He smiles, but there’s something not quite right about his smile.

Kurt Noble: Good evening ladies and gentlemen to yet another edition of Oblivion. Before we begin with the matches tonight, I’d like to take a moment to address a certain issue that’s become prevalent here in the Kingdom. It involves…well, our roster. I have a message for The Kingdom of Pride.

Noble sighs, before continuing.

Kurt Noble: Jeremy and I hired each and every one of you with the pretense that you would wrestle each and every night with everything you have. From some of you, that’s what we’ve gotten, and you’ve been rewarded as such…and from others, you’ve disappointed me, and Mr. Sterling. You think we haven’t noticed you dragging your feet, just scrapping by week by week. Winning a match doesn’t mean you performed well…it means your opponent may have just performed worse. So, it’s time to lay out the ultimatum for our less ambitious wrestlers. It’s time for firings.

The crowd cheers a bit, but Noble doesn’t acknowledge it.

Kurt Noble: Tonight, someone is going to be fired for their incompetence. If you think I’m kidding, then you haven’t been watching over the past few weeks. At “Return of the Kingdom,” Jeremy and I fired more than half of the Last Chance Battle Royal participants. After all…it was their last chance. Two weeks ago, we fired Ace Diamonds after his first match for proving to be lackluster against Stephen Callaway. In fact…I even fired Dustin Douglas, a man I respect very much. But professionalism and friendship are two different games. Regardless of your relationship with me, if you fail to perform, you will be fired…period.

Noble seems a bit pleased now that his message has been declared.

Kurt Noble: We expect the best from you, and one way or another…we’ll get it. Enjoy Oblivion ladies and gentlemen…

The screen fades to ring…

[Kirk Noble]

As the camera view focuses on the ring, it does so to Christian Kane standing in the middle of the ring and the TV-MA in the bottom right hand corner. In his hand is the same railroad spike that he tried to use last week on Chris Hart, only to be thwarted by Bubba Olson. Standing next to him, keeping a close watch on the surroundings is Adam Abel.

Christian Kane: Last week, you all saw why Christian Kane should be Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion.

The crowd boos as Christian Kane soaks it in, basking in the glow of the hatred poured upon him.

Christian Kane: You see, while Chris Hart was supposed to be out on the sidelines, resting his ‘injuries’, I was out here competing for each and every one of you. Unlike Chris who only cares about himself, I was out here risking my body, not once, but twice, putting myself in the line of fire for your sakes. As a Kingdom of Pride original, I know what this company means, what this company is all about. It’s about providing you with the best wrestling product available, not resting on our laurels, nursing a little bump on the back of our heads.

Again, more heel heat for Christian Kane as he passes the microphone off to Adam Abel.

Adam Abel: For too long, you people have been subject to two bit efforts at the hands of the self appointed ‘best in the business.’ Josh Eagles, Chris Hart, neither of them have proven inside a Kingdom of Pride wrestling ring that they are special, that they’re capable of leading this company like we are. For the past three weeks, you all have been witnesses to the domination of Christian and I. You’ve seen Chris Hart humbled at our hands, watched him as he quivers for mercy.

Adam passes the microphone back to Christian Kane.

Christian Kane: And it’s for that reason that it is my destiny to win the Valiant Championship. There is nothing valiant about Chris Hart, begging on his knees for mercy. Valiance is fighting for a good and honourable cause, the ability to face danger resolutely. Valiance is the difference between selfishly fighting for yourself and for others, between running away from any hardships and facing them head on. It’s the difference between Christian Kane and …

Christian Kane is interrupted by the opening of ‘Where The Hood At’ by DMX and the loud roar of the crowd, as Chris Hart steps through the curtain, a microphone in hand. He waits for a few moments for the music to cut away before looking down the entrance way at Kane and Abel.

Christian Kane: As I was saying …

Chris Hart: Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt something.

Christian Kane: Yes, now …

Chris Hart: I’m not sure because as I was sitting in the back. I thought I heard something but when I looked at the television, I couldn’t see anyone in the ring.

Christian Kane: It’s …

Chris Hart: I knew there must have been something there though because I could hear it with my ears. I looked at the television and realized I was wrong, there was someone in the ring.

Christian Kane: That’s …

Chris Hart: I saw Benedict Arnold and Morgana the Kissing Bandit.

The crowd laughs at Christian Kane and Adam Abel who walk towards Chris Hart in the ring, shouting out at him.

Christian Kane: You’re going to …

Chris Hart: I’m …

Christian Kane: Don’t you interrupt …

Chris Hart: It’s only interrupting if you’re saying something of consequence and all I, and I’m sure each and every person here has heard come out of your mouth is pure bullshit.

Again, more laughs and jeers coming from the audience, before a chant of ‘bullshit’ starts amongst the crowd.

Christian Kane: Shut up, you all are just jealous of …

Chris Hart: Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!

The crowd keeps up the chant along with Chris, directing them on as Christian Kane begins to pull at his blond locks, showing obvious signs of frustration. Adam Abel, quiet for the most part takes the microphone from here and shouts out at Hart.

Adam Abel: If you’re so tough Chris why don’t you …

Chris Hart: Come down there and fight you?

Adam Abel: Yeah!

Chris Hart: How many of you would like to see me go down there and shut these two up once and for all?

There’s another loud cheer from the crowd as they begin to stomp on the floor, the Cookeville Community Center almost shaking.

Chris Hart: You want a fight Adam Abel, you’ve got it, but unlike last week, I’ve got help.

Chris drops the microphone as the opening of ‘King of the World’ by Porcelain and The Tramps plays and Josh Eagles emerges from the back. The two immediately race down the entrance aisle and slide into the ring as Christian Kane and Adam Abel bail out the sides. Chris and Josh get up to their feet as Christian and Adam Abel circle to the front of the ring, Christian putting a finger to his temple as Josh looks down, yelling at Adam as Chris smirks down at Kane, shaking his head as we cut away to commericial...

[Kirk Noble]

It's a truncated version, but the intro to "Genesis" is extremely foreboding. As soon as the electro-beat of the song hits, though, Taylor Jones bursts through the curtain, wearing his gi pants and Phoenix Connection ring jacket. Power walking toward the ring, he rambles up the apron and climbs into the squared circle immediately testing the ropes around him before backing into his corner, awaiting the bell.

Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit. Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 199 pounds, Taylor Jones!

"Just Like You" by Three Days Grace Blares over the PA system in the arena as Kid Flanagan makes his down to the ring holding a book bag, he gives some fans high fives before he gets into the ring. Finally he gets into the ring, he then starts going through his book bag, he then pulls out an two water pistols. He then yells "BOOM", then he leaps out of the ring and shoots some hot woman wearing an white t-shirt. Kid then yells "BOOBSHOT!". Kid Flanagan then gets back into the ring.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, from Saint Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at 185 pounds, Kid Flanagan!

Keith Oswalt: This should definitely be an interesting match. Taylor Jones is a known fighter, while Kid Flanagan relies on his high flying. It should be interesting to see how Flanagan takes to Jones.

Eric Witz: Hopefully Jones will be able to make up for his partner’s weak showing last week, because if he doesn’t, I’m sure Kurt and Jeremy will have no problem’s firing him, especially after Kurt’s announcement.

After the introductions, the bell rings and Kid Flanagan and Taylor Jones each head towards the center of the ring. Matching up with each other and being approximately the same size, the two enter into a collar and elbow tie up. Here, Taylor Jones takes the advantage but putting Flanagan into a hammerlock, however as Jones stands behind Flanagan, Flanagan delivers a few stiff elbow shots to Jones’s head before Jones finally releases his hold. Flipping around and looking at Flanagan, Taylor Jones is backed up by a stiff knife-edge chop. Following this with another chop, Jones hit’s the ropes. From here, Flanagan follows up and whips Taylor Jones to the opposite side of the ropes and walks towards the middle of the ring. When Jones’s reaches the middle of the ring again, Flanagan uses his own strength and quickly whips off a big powerslam!

Slamming Jones backfirst into the mat, Flanagan gets back up to his feet and pulls Taylor along with him, here Flanagan kicks Jones in the stomach before wrapping his arm around Jones’s head and dropping back to hit Jones with a DDT. Following the DDT, Flanagan goes for a quick cover on Taylor Jones, 1...2... Kick out! Despite the kick out, Flanagan doesn’t allow it to get to him as he flips Jones over and quickly locks Flanagan into a crowbar. Placing his knee on Jones’s shoulder and then wrenching his arm back with the crowbar version of an armbar, Jones screams in pain, but refuses to tap out.

Keith Oswalt: Dominant showing by Kid Flanagan so far!

Eric Witz: Outside of a basic hammerlock, I don’t think Jones has had a single offensive move. This Phoenix Connection team has really been unspectacular so far.

Keith Oswalt: Perhaps when Kurt said one person would be fired, he meant one team?

Eric Witz: It seems like that’s probably going to be the case.

After holding the crowbar on Jones for several seconds, Kid Flanagan finally releases the hold and lifts Jones up to his feet, hitting him with a European uppercut. Following the uppercut, Flanagan runs towards Jones and plants his foot in Jones’s chest with a bicycle kick! Jones hits off the ropes and as he stumbles back towards Flanagan, Kid nails him with The Kid Kick (Superkick)! This drops Jones’s to the mat, but despite having dropped Jones with the move, Flanagan doesn’t yet seem satisfied with his actions. Instead, he lifts Jones backup to his feet before picking him up onto his shoulders. Finally, Kid Flanagan drops Jones out onto his upper back with Kid Wins (FU)! Instantly following this, Kid covers Jones,

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, via pinfall, at 3 minutes and 35 seconds, Kid Flanagan!

Keith Oswalt: Total domination by Kid Flanagan. I think that just proved that The Phoenix Connection’s shelf life isn’t going to be a very long one.

Eric Witz: Maybe… No, no point defending them. They’re awful.

Moments after, Callaway walks out onto the stage, and faces Kid Flanagan.

Stephen Callaway: Stop this celebrating whoo-ha! How can you cheer when I, Stephen Callaway, aren't in camera view?

The crowd boos, only further irritating Callaway.

Stephen Callaway: You know, "Kid", over the past few weeks, I've been slowly becoming the most legit competitor in this promotion. I'm a couple of stops from the top...but I can't be there until I beat you. So consider this my warning. On my way to the top, you're gonna drop. That's...my angle. Learn it, live it, love it.

Callaway snarls.

Keith Oswalt: Did Callaway just challenge Kid Flanagan?

Eric Witz: Not sure. He was funny about it though.

The scene fades out.

[Kirk Noble]

Pulling his second black, eight ounce glove onto his hand, ‘Big’ Bubba Olson appears to be ready for his match as he sits in the communal locker room. Off to one side, John Parker is conversing with Bob and Jimmy, while Chris Strike is speaking in hushed tones with Tommy Hargrove. Punching his hands together, Olson looks up into the face of a smiling Chris Hart.

Bubba Olson: Long time, no see, partner.

Chris Hart: Yeah. Almost too long.

Bubba Olson: I figured you’d forgotten about me once you went off gallivanting with Noble.

Chris Hart: No, I just didn’t have the time to do much of anything. Haven’t had it as of late either.

Bubba Olson: Not a problem. Uneasy the head that wears the crown, that sort of deal.

Chris Hart: You wouldn’t believe it. Everyone wants a piece of you, whether it’s the title for themselves or just to be seen.

Bubba Olson: Life of glitz and glamour.

Chris Hart: Pretty well.

There’s a knock at the door as one of the stage hands points at Bubba, telling him your up. Chris sees this and nods at Bubba.

Chris Hart: I’ve got supper tonight, I owe you one after last week.

Bubba Olson: Hey, you did the same for me months ago, I was just returning the favor.

Chris Hart: Well it was much appreciated. I know a good steak joint here, that is if you’ve not gone soft.

Bubba Olson: The only thing soft is my skin.

Chris laughs as does Bubba.

Chris Hart: Best of luck tonight, Callaway’s a tough one.

Bubba Olson: I’ll get it done …

Chris Hart and Bubba Olson: For my ‘Fatty’s!’

Bubba and Chris laugh as Olson heads out the door, as we cut away to ringside.

[Kirk Noble]

Returning to ringside, the camera shows Keith Oswalt and Ike Ross seated around the ring at the announce table.

Keith Oswalt: This is one match I can’t wait for Eric, the debut of ‘Big’ Bubba Olson.

Eric Wirtz: I don’t see what all the hype is about Keith. This is wrestling, not a circus, no one came here to see Elephants.

Keith Oswalt: I think you might be underestimating Bubba Olson there.

Eric Wirtz: There’s no underestimating Bubba Olson, Keith. He makes Free Willy look like Lindsey Lohan.

Keith Oswalt: I think you might be exaggerating a bit.

Eric Wirtz: It is impossible to be hyperbolic in regards to Bubba Olson’s size. He once called Jenny Craig and they told him he was hopeless.

Keith Oswalt: Well, maybe after his performance tonight your opinions of him will change. Let’s take it to Ike Rose for our official introductions.

The camera cuts to Ike Rose in the middle of the ring.

Ike Rose: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.

'Remedy' by Cold plays and Stephen Callaway and Missy step through the curtain. They stand back to back Callaway does a V1 prayer with his nose between his first two fingers, Missy holds her hands together in a gun shape like Charlie's Angels. The moment the two have got their taunt in place the smoke machine sends a cloud upwards behind them.

Ike Rose: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Missy. Weighing in this evening at two hundred and thirty four pounds. Hailing from Sacramento, California, Stephen Callaway!

As they walk to the ring, Callaway does his best to look intimidating while Missy walks, almost dancing behind him. Callaway walks up the steps and through the ropes while Missy sits on the turnbuckles and rolls in.

Eric Wirtz: Now that there is a sight for sore eyes.

Keith Oswalt: You have to be impressed with Stephen Callaway’s performances so far in the ring, despite his less than stellar record.

Eric Wirtz: It’s going to come Keith, I can feel it. He’s got more talent in his pinky finger than the rest of the roster combined, he just needs to tap into it.

Once in the ring Stephen and Missy stand side by side, Callaway doing his V1 Prayer and Missy holding her two pinkies together in the shape of an S before Heavy by Collective Soul replaces Remedy and the lights go down. There’s a brief lull before ‘Big’ Bubba Olson appears at the top of the ramp with three sparklers in each hand.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at four hundred pounds. Coming to the ring from Little Rock, Arkansas. Please Welcome, ‘Big’ Bubba Olson.

He walks in front of the ring, and throws the sparklers down, creating a large pop as the lights come up. He slides into the ring, beats he chest, and climbs a turnbuckle, lifting his hands in the air.

Eric Wirtz: That man needs to cover up, it’s only TV-MA when Christian Kane is on the air. That’s indecent exposure if I’ve ever seen it.

Bubba leaps off the turnbuckle, sticking the landing before looking across the ring at Stephen Callaway. Missy and Ike Rose duck out of the ring as the bell tolls to begin the match.

Keith Oswalt: Here we go, ‘Big’ Bubba Olson vs. Stephen Callaway.

Eric Wirtz: This is going to be a slaughter, we’ll be feeding on the fattened calve for a month.

Bubba and Callaway break out of their corners and begin to circle each other, both men looking for an advantage before coming together in a collar and elbow tie up. Used to being the large man, Callaway tries to push Bubba back into the corner but is barely able to budge the big man, before he takes an inside knee lift. Breaking the tie up, Olson keeps hold of one arm, whipping Callaway into the ropes and on the rebound taking him down with a shoulder block. Bubba then hit’s the ropes and as Callaway gets to his feet, Olson steam rolls him, knocking him flat on his back. Bubba quickly drops down, covering Callaway with a lateral press.

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Stephen Callaway kicks out with plenty of time to spare.

Eric Wirtz: What strength there by Stephen Callaway.

Keith Oswalt: What are you nattering on about now? It was just a simple kick out.

Eric Wirtz: I’ll stick four hundred pounds of sweaty gorilla on you and see if you can kick out Keith.

Bubba labours to his feet as Callaway gets up. They get up at about the same time, with Callaway taking advantage by kicking Bubba in his right knee. Bubba grimaces slightly, but continues pressing forward. Callaway takes advantage of his speed advantage though, unleashing another kick right to the joint before attacking it from behind with a chop block, taking Bubba down to one knee. He quickly gets to his feet and locks in a sleeper hold, continuing to wear down Olson. It takes a few seconds but Bubba gets to his feet and fires a reverse elbow right to the sternum, driving some of the wind out of Callaway and allowing him to spin right into the hold. Bubba looks across at Callaway for a moment before locking him up and taking him down with a massive belly to belly suplex, staying in position for the cover.

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NO! Again , Stephen Callaway kicks out but this time a bit closer to the ending three.

Keith Oswalt: You have to be impressed by Bubba Olson right now Eric.

Eric Wirtz: No I don’t, he’s done nothing so far but trip over his own fat and luckily land on top of a real wrestler like Stephen Callaway.

Keith Oswalt: Come on, you have to at least give the man some respect.

Eric Wirtz: For what, being an eventual drain on healthcare system that our ‘exceptional president’ decided to institute? I can’t believe that my tax money is going to take care of sloth’s like Big Bubba Olson.

Olson picks Callaway up and fires him into the corner as Missy looks on, slapping the mat, willing Callaway on. Bubba scores with a number of knife edge chops, rattling Callaway before he connects with the Hundred Hand Slap, the sumo slaps eventually knocking Callaway down. Bubba smiles for a moment before backing away as the crowd cheers him on.

Eric Wirtz: Now watch, he’s going to hike those shorts up into a thong before molesting Callaway. This is PG programming buddy!

Keith Oswalt: You’re being ridiculous about this entire thing.

Eric Wirtz: Me, ridiculous? You’re the one encouraging him on, giving your tacit approval to his lifestyle that has resulted in him looking like a beached whale. It sickens me that this is the type of image we’re promoting to our children.

Keith Oswalt: What about him being a motivational tool for others, to see that even though they don’t have the perfect body, they can still achieve something.

Eric Wirtz: No one cares about fatso in there Keith, this isn’t a world based on ideology, but on truth. The nitty gritty of it is that no one wants to see an eight breasted man, wandering around, it’s repulsive, it’s sickening it’s … that’s the way Callaway.

As Bubba Olson looked to take down the Scottish national with a big delayed vertical suplex, Callaway reversed it into a Das Boot, bringing Bubba Olson’s face right down into the sole of his foot. Bubba falls back as Callaway takes immediate control of the match, grabbing the leg of Bubba Olson before floating over with a Jacknife leg whip. Bubba immediately grabs his hamstring as Stephen Callaway looks down at the wounded big man. Getting to his feet, he goes back around and grabs the leg before snapping it again, this time Bubba rolling over onto his stomach as he grimaces in pain.

Eric Wirtz: This is beautiful technical wrestling here from Stephen Callaway. Shades of ‘The Rock’ Don Muraco taking out the base of the larger man.

Keith Oswalt: Stephen Callaway knows that he’s not going to stand and trade blows with Bubba Olson here, but keeping him down on the ground gives him the advantage.

Callaway goes right to Bubba and begins to stomp the injured hamstring before the referee pushes him off, threatening him with disqualification as Olson rolls to the outside. Callaway continues to argue with the referee, distracting him long enough for Missy to kick Bart right in the back of the hamstring with her heels, causing him to fall down again, the crowd jeering at Missy’s actions. The referee turns away as Missy smiles sweetly at him, feigning innocence as Callaway rolls out of the ring and goes right after Bubba, trying to get up.

Callaway pushes him back against the steel stair case and smiles for a moment before launching a kick right at the knee of Olson, looking to add further injury to the hamstring. Bubba however in a last ditch effort rolls off the steps up onto the ring apron and Callaway misses, dislodging the steps and sending reverb up his leg. Stunned for a moment, Bubba rolls away creating separation between he and Callaway, before using the ropes to get up to his feet as Callaway shakes himself loose, before climbing back into the ring, breaking the referees count at eight.

Keith Oswalt: A desperation move there by Bubba Olson paid off, if Callaway kicks the knee in were considering potential significant structural damage.

Eric Wirtz: You have to think Callaway knows what he’s doing though, targeting the right leg of Obese Olson.

Keith Oswalt can only shake his head as the two square off in the middle of the ring, Olson breathing heavily as Callaway still appears to be relatively fit. Circling, Bubba tries to engage but Callaway has other ideas, touching up for a second, before snapping down and pulling Olson in to an inside cradle.

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NO! Bubba Olson slips out the back door as Stephen Callaway looks on, a bit shocked thinking he had the match right there. He gets to his feet, pulling Bubba with him before trying to whip him into the corner. Bubba however, decides to take a break in the center of the ring and stonewalls the attempt. Callaway tries a second time but again Bubba isn’t moved. Callaway starts to show signs of frustration and for the third time, tries to whip him into the corner. Bubba moves, but not towards the corner, instead covering his mouth as he yawns, drawing a laugh from the crowd.

Keith Oswalt: That has to be the first time I’ve ever seen that inside of a wrestling ring.

Eric Wirtz: You and all these fatty’s are laughing now, but you won’t be win Stephen Callaway kicks his tooth in.

Keith Oswalt: Tooth?

Eric Wirtz: Yes, tooth!

Callaway looks at Bubba yawning and decides to put him to sleep, looking to connect with the Calsi Kick but Bubba ducks out of the way and spinning around, cracks Callaway with a Savate Kick right to the sternum, doubling him over the near the ropes. Olson slaps his chest one, screams out ‘for my fatty’s’ and then grabs the rope and jumps, before connecting with an énziguri right to the back of Callaway’s head, knocking him face down into the ropes.

Keith Oswalt: That’s a cheeky little move from Bubba Olson.

Eric Wirtz: Cute? This is …

Keith Oswalt: I said Cheeky, not …

Eric Wirtz: Don’t argue with me, I heard what you said. This is wrestling, the only thing that’s supposed to be cute is the valets like Missy over there.

Keith Oswalt: Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.

Back in the ring, Callaway is shaking his head getting up as Bubba is pumping his fans up while catching his breath, chants of ‘fatty’ filling the Cookeville Community Center. Once Callaway gets to his feet, Bubba kicks Callaway in the gut, doubling him over before lifting him up into a power bomb position. He holds him there for a second before taking off across the ring and sending Callaway thundering to the mat with a running power bomb into the corner. There’s a loud roar from the crowd as Bubba gets to his feet and looks down at the broken mess of Stephen Callaway. Spinning him around so he lies lengthwise across the ring, Olson goes to the second rope and making sure Callaway is still in position, leaps off before coming down on top of him with the Gut Buster.

Keith Oswalt: That has to do it.

Eric Wirtz: No shit Sherlock, if my advanced physics is correct that’s one hundred and eighty kilograms, falling at the rate of gravity right onto Stephen Callaway’s ribs.

Keith Oswalt: Which means?

Eric Wirtz: Carry the one … that’s almost eighteen hundred Newtons of force right onto the ribs of Stephen Callaway.

Olson pulls Callaway out of the corner slightly before hooking both legs.

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Olson rolls off of Callaway and gets to his feet as the referee raises his hands.

Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at ten minutes, eighteen seconds, ‘Big’ Bubba Olson!

Bubba ducks out of the ring and celebrates with his ‘Fatty’s’ as Missy is checking on a groggy Stephen Callaway in the ring as we fade away to commercial.

[Kirk Noble]

Scene opens with Big Bubba Olson standing backstage with the lovely Emma Abel. She is looking smoking hot and is smiling as her and Bubba talk.

Emma Abel: Bubba-bear... I am really enjoying spending time with you again. Its like... Its like a part of my soul was missing.

Big Bubba Olson: I know Emma. I know. It is amazing how things work out.

Emma Abel: Like it was meant to be.

She touches his arm, and the couple is soon interrupted by Adam Abel. He rolls his eyes and then grabs Emma by the arm. She winces in pain.

Adam Abel: You... Need to leave... Now.

Emma Abel: I am having a conversation...

Adam Abel: Go... Now!

Bubba stands between the two siblings, and stares down into Adam. The two lock gazes as Emma hides behind Bubba's massive bulk.

Big Bubba Olson: Emma... I think your brother and me need to chit-chat. I will come find you later.

Emma Abel: Thanks, Bubba-bear.

She kisses him on the cheek.

Adam Abel: You know you were never good enough for her. I have no clue what she evens sees in you. Oh well, like it really matters. When she gets bored of you... She will dump your fat behind. Again![/i]

Adam laughs as Bubba continues to stare

Big Bubba Olson: This isn't like last time.

Adam Abel: Wow... Fat, ugly, and now dumb. Don't you see she is just toying with you. You are nothing but a plaything to her. She is going to use you... Like she has always used men to get what she wanted.

Big Bubba Olson: You probably should stop talking now...

Adam Abel: Why? Don't like to hear the truth about your precious Emma. About how her entire life she manipulated men... Me, dad, teachers, my best friends... To get what she wanted.

Adam laughs.

Adam Abel: You know what all my buddies and I called her in high school?

Big Bubba Olson: I'm warning you.

Adam Abel: I believe, Whore, was the name of choice.

Big Bubba Olson: Okay. Here is how this is going to work. I am going to shove you, hard into this wall here.

Bubba uses his massive arms and body to send Abel flying into the wall. Adam hits hard and smacks his head.

Big Bubba Olson: And now, you get up, and you take a swing at me. Then we fight. And I beat the crap out of you. This is how this is gonna work.

Adam stand, holding his head with one hand, and making a fist with the other. He is breathing heavily and sneering.

Big Bubba Olson: Go ahead. Take a shot. But you know what will happen.

Adam Abel: You... Fat... You... You're not worth it.

Adam walks away, leaving Bubba to himself.

[Kirk Noble]

The lights in the arena dim as "Black Celebration" by Depeche Mode begins to play. Immediately the fans boo loudly, and after a few moments Obscene walks out from behind the curtain, wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. He stares at the fans with a malevolent expression on his face and slowly walks towards the ring and then up the ring steps. He climbs into the ring, and ignoring the boos he backs up into a corner of the ring, giving a sly nod to his small following of fans way back in the arena.

Ike Rose: The following match-up is a singles match scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in 190 pounds, and hailing from Monterrey, Mexico…Obscene!

Keith Oswalt: If anyone has taken a “supremist” attitude here in Pride, it isn’t Christian Kane or Adam Abel…it’s Obscene. Ever since the company opened, Obscene has made it public knowledge that he doesn’t approve of the new Pride roster members, most notable Tommy Hargrove, who has taken verbal and physical abuse from Obscene as of late.

Eric Witz: Hey, if they don’t fit his view of The Kingdom, he’s got every right to condemn them. Freedom of speech broski!

The lights dim down and the lights strobe yellow and green. The sound of a guitar from "Underdog" by Kasabian is heard and P.K. comes from the back. He stands at the top of stage and holds his arms out turning around and showing the words on the back of his black shirt, on the front there are eyes. The back reads "P.K. Sterling" and underneath are small print words "Jobber in the Making". He turns back around and looks at the camera giving it a wink and continues to walk down the ramp with a nonchalant expression. P.K. slaps the hands of the fans and then heads towards the apron. He leaps on top of it and brushes his hands against his nose. He grabs the ropes and leaps over them and then heads to the left turnbuckle. He puts his right leg on top of the top turnbuckle and looks off at the crowd. He leaps down and takes his shirt off and throws it on the ref's head. He plops down in his corner, sitting on the middle rope as he waits for his opponent.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 200 pounds, and hailing from Los Angeles, California…P.K. Jacob-Sterling!

Eric Witz: You know what gets you noticed? Beating the bosses brother. Who has two thumbs at did it? That guy!

Keith Oswalt: An impressive spectacle to say the least. Mr. Jacob-Sterling seems like a man with a future in this company, and seems to be well above the standard quality set by Kurt Novle and Jeremy Sterling earlier on in the night.

Before the bell can ring, “Eye of the Tiger” plays to a small pop! Obscene glares at the stage, as Tommy Hargrove walks out, and walks down to the ring. He high fives a few fans, before getting behind the announcers table.

Keith Oswalt: It looks like Tommy Hargrove has decided to join us on commentary for this match-up!

Eric Witz: Great, now I get to have the smell of expired cheese filling my nostrils for the next ten minutes…

Tommy Hargrove: Good to be here guys. And no Eric, it’s not cheese. It’s the smell of an intense workout, courtesy of Nick Hill himself.

The bell rings, and Obscene eyes Tommy once again, before he and Sterling aggressively lock-up. The two flail about a bit, neither man moving much, before Obscene breaks off the hold, and yells “Bullshit wrestling 101!” at Sterling…who responds in kind with a swift kick to Obscene’s leg, causing him to hop about in pain. Sterling continues on with the kicks, before kicking Obscene low in the stomach, and then spinning, hitting Obscene with a quick elbow smash. Sterling pulls Obscene away from the ropes, and hits some knees into his stomach, before throwing him into the corner of the ring! Sterling drives another knee into Obscene’s stomach, before turning him around. Sterling then uses the ropes to lightly jump up, and hit a kick to the back of Obscene’s neck, causing him to fall back onto the canvas!

Keith Oswalt: What an extremely successful offense from P.K. Jacob-Sterling. Obscene doesn’t have much of a way to respond after a furry of kicks.

Tommy Hargrove: You know, Obscene has this “Old Guard” mentality, but I’m not sure he respects the newer guys in this company. I mean, we really can do some good.

Eric Witz: You’d both do a lot of good by silencing yourselves so I can watch this match. Go Obscene!

Sterling gets up, and lifts up Obscene, before hitting him with a quick Dragon Suplex. He follows with up with a swift kick to Obscene’s back, before pinning him…

1…

Kickout by Obscene!

Sterling doesn’t seem fazed, as he lifts up Obscene, and pushes him off the ropes. Obscene reverses the Irish Whip, and as Sterling rebounds, Obscene goes for a clothesline, but Sterling dodges it. Obscene goes for another after Sterling rebounds, but this time, Sterling slides under him! Just as Sterling gets up, he’s greeted with a huge dropkick from Obscene, sending him back down! Obscene yells “Stay down asshole!” before beginning to stomp Sterling’s face relentlessly. He lifts up Sterling by the hair, and huts a forearm to his face, sending Sterling up against the ropes. Obscene then begins to drag Sterling’s face along the ropes, as the referee tries to pull Obscene away. Obscene is pulled away, and yells “Get the fuck off me Chris!” at the referee!

Tommy Hargrove: Obscene seems to be a little too vocal here. The referee didn’t really do anything besides his job…

Keith Oswalt: Excellent observation. I was just about to say that.

Eric Witz: If you two are done fondling each other under the table, how about we state the fact Obscene has known our Senior Referee for years. Maybe he should respect Obscene a little more. Just saying.

Obscene then moves to the top rope, but before he can do anything further, Sterling gets up and hits him with a forearm to the face! Sterling once again grabs the ropes, and uses them to hoist himself up, hitting a hurricanrana on Obscene! Obscene slams painfully against the canvas, and uses the ropes to pull himself up, before Sterling charges him…but Obscene pulls down the ropes, sending Sterling over the top rope and to the floor below! Obscene the moves quickly, getting on the top turnbuckle, before hitting a moonsault on Sterling, who has just gotten up! Obscene stands up, taunting the crowd, before looking over at Tommy, and yelling “Bet you can do that, fatass!” Obscene grabs Sterling, and throws him back in the ring, before hopping back up on the top turnbuckle. He hops off, just as Sterling is getting up, but Sterling hits him with a spinning kick in midair! Obscene grabs his ribs in pain, as both men are now down after Sterling falls from exhaustion. The referee begins his count, as both men groggily try and get up. They do, and Obscene goes for a kick of his own, but Sterling sidesteps it, and hits him with a running discus elbow!

Sterling begins to hit a set of kicks, chops, and hits on Obscene, backing him into a corner. Sterling then backs up and charges him, but Obscene ducks, causing Sterling to slam hard against the turnbuckle. Obscene then goes to roll him up, but Sterling reverses the move…

1…

2…

Kickout by Obscene!

Keith Oswalt: Close count there!

Tommy Hargrove: Obscene is tough, I’ll admit that.

Eric Witz: Tougher than you? Thought so.

Keith Oswalt: Stop treating our guest commentator with such a lack of respect Keith!

Eric Witz: When the Play-doh boy impresses me, he’ll get my respect. No offense fatty.

Both men stand up in a hurry, but Sterling goes back on the offensive with his kicks, continuing to wear down Obscene. He then Irish Whips Obscene into the opposite corner, and charges him…but Obscene ducks, and sends Sterling onto the apron. Sterling goes to fire back with a punch, but Obscene grabs him, and hits him with a quick enziguri! Sterling falters on the apron, but Obscene grabs him, and hits him with a suplex to bring him back into the ring. Obscene pins him…

1…

2…

3-Kickout by Sterling!

Obscene is clearly frustrated, as he begins to choke Sterling! The referee has to restrain Obscene, who pushes him aside. Sterling is able to get up groggily, and as Obscene grabs him, Sterling begins to fire back with a few punches. Following a huge kick to Obscene’s face, Sterling lifts him up for the SMG (Suplex Lift Spinning Facebuster), but Obscene squirms in air, bringing him back down to his feet,. He then kicks Sterling awfully low, before hitting him with a Penetrator (Evenflow DDT)! Both men are now down, drained from the quick moving match-up. They both then attempt to get up, but Obscene tackles Sterling sending both men out of the ring! Neither man then moves, as the referee begins his count. At 5, neither man is still moving. At 7, they begin to stir, and at 9, Sterling almost makes it into the ring...but Obscene drags him in, getting a 10 count, and ending the match in double countout!

Ike Rose: With a time of 7 minutes and 14 seconds, this match has ended in a double count-out!

Keith Oswalt: What a shame. Obscene couldn't win the match-up, so he had to end it in a double count-out!

Eric Witz: It's not losing, fool. He just choose not to win, which means Sterling didn't either.

Tommy Hargrove: Well, nice being around you two.

Hargrove stands up, and looks over at Obscene, who gets up, and eyes Hargrove. He walks over to him, and the two get eye to eye, before Obscene pushes Hargrove...but he doesn't move at all! Obscene's eyes go wide, and before Hargrove can get to him, Obscene jumps the rail, and runs through the crowd. He gets booed by the crowd, as he turns back and mouhtes inaudible insults at Hargrove, who continues to stare at him as Nick Hill leads him away.

Keith Oswalt: Obscene tried to get in Tommy's face, but it's Tommy that gets the last laugh!

Eric Witz: If Tommy wasn't as wide as a bus, this wouldn't have happened!

The scene fades to blackness.

[Kirk Noble]

[Kirk Noble]

The scene opens up backstage with “The Adrenaline King” Justin Kaard walking through the hallway in his casual attire and looking rather refreshed having had a nice week off, although it’s evident he’s ready to get back into action very soon. As Kaard opens the door to the locker-room, he finds the room littered with scattered belongings. At first, Justin ignores and steps over them until he realizes that most of this stuff is his! His head turns toward what we can assume is his locker and Justin finds it open and completely cleaned out!

Justin Kaard: Hey, what the hell happened to my locker?!

Johnny Noble: I wanted it, so I threw out all that extra junk in it.

Justin wasn’t expecting an immediate response, but upon turning his eyes to another part of the locker-room where the voice came from, he finds Johnny Noble sitting in a steel chair with his feet propped up and casually reading a Bridal Guide magazine. Kaard’s eyes narrow in surprise at finding the young Noble here.

Justin Kaard: What are you doing here?

Johnny Noble: What’s it look like? I’m reading a magazine.

To emphasize his point, Johnny licks his finger and turns the page before going back to reading. Justin walks toward Johnny and points a steady finger at him.

Justin Kaard: But that’s my magazine. A magazine you took from my locker when you ransacked and emptied it out without permission.

He points to the other items of his strung about the locker-room as Johnny briefly looks up at him and then goes back to reading.

Justin Kaard: Johnny, what gives, man?

Johnny flips the page again before responding.

Johnny Noble: I want to challenge you to a match, Justin. At Autumn Annihilation.

Justin Kaard: Ok…and that couldn’t have been done without being a jackass and cleaning out my locker and taking it for yourself?

Johnny Noble: I needed something to get your attention. I figured I could either take the low road and do something like attack you to get your attention, or I could take the high road and just do something like this.

Johnny looks around the locker-room at the mess he’s made and shrugs his shoulders at Justin.

Johnny Noble: I figured this way would save us some time.

Kaard shakes his head in disbelief at Johnny’s remarks. Johnny goes back to reading and talking at the same time.

Johnny Noble: You and I both have nothing going on right now, you think you’re “The Adrenaline King”…and I want to put you to the test. I want to find out if you deserve to be the type of person walking around and offering advice to other people on the roster.

Kaard steps forward and looks down at Johnny.

Justin Kaard: You want a match with me? Ok, Johnny. And I agree, there’s not much going on between us, so I don’t see what’s stopping the match from being made. But you gotta understand that just because you’re Kurt’s brother, and you’re willing to do anything to break out of that shell and make a name for yourself, I’m not about to-

Johnny folds up the magazine and uses it like an extra digit to point at Kaard, cutting him off.

Johnny Noble: Don’t think of me as just Johnny Noble, the brother of Kurt Noble, because I don’t think of you as just the brother of someone else. I don’t care about anything else right now. I don’t care about “making a name for myself.” Honestly, all I’m interested in right now is if I can kick your ass one-on-one, and I think I can.

Justin Kaard: So, this isn’t some personal agenda for you just trying to prove you’re better than Kurt or anything stupid like that?

Johnny Noble: Nope.

Justin Kaard: You just want piece of “The Adrenaline King”?

Johnny Noble: Yep. I’ve already got an appointment made with a god later on, and now I just want to make one with a King.

Kaard nods his head in confidence as he approaches Johnny, who still holds the magazine in his hand.

Justin Kaard: Alright, Noble, I’m game. You wanna provoke me, trash my stuff? I guess that’s basically you saying you want me to kick your ass. I accept your challenge.

Johnny looks satisfied and stands up from the chair.

Johnny Noble: Good.

He starts to walk past Justin but stops long enough to push the magazine into Kaard’s chest.

Johnny Noble: Oh, and you need to get some better magazines to read. What kind of “Adrenaline King” reads Bridal Guide Magazine?

With that said, Johnny Noble exits the locker-room and is gone. Kaard looks over the room and shakes his head as the scene fades out.

[Kirk Noble]

”Now, I am become Death. The destroyer of Worlds.”

*The the words of Oppenheimer finish and the slow, melodic beat of “Warriors of the World” fills the arena, the giants Somba and 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: The following is a singles match-up, scheduled for one-fall! First, weighing in at 330lbs, hailing from Munich, Germany this... Is... Somba!

INVADERS MUST DIE!

Steven Watson Carter walks out onto the entrance stage wearing a gold and black robe. He takes a few steps towards the ring, before relinquishing the robe and holding his arms outstretched. He flexes his right arm, while pointing to the crowd with his left. He continues to walk down to the ring, flexing and laughing, before entering the ring and taunting the crowd one last time.

Ike Rose: Next, hailing from Manchester England, at 265lbs, here comes... “The Fortunate One” … STEVEN CAR—TTEERR!!!

Somba and Carter look up into the ring, Carter immediately tries to lay in quick jabs into Somba's waist, yet one-half of the nigh unstoppable Krieg doesn't seem phased in the least, merely grunting before he puts his sizable paws on Carter's throat and throws him into the corner. He starts working hard, merciless chops into the corner, as Carter holds his hands up, trying to ignore, and defend himself against a few choice chops. Immediately as Somba tries another grapple, Carter grabs Somba and switches places with him, tossing him in the corner.

Keith Oswalt: Now the question becomes how will one of Brooklyn's Finest, deal with this impending, unending monster that is one half of The Krieg.

Eric Witz: He could just make him uh... Hmm.

Carter locks in the position for a snap suplex from the corner, before he begins trying repeated and unquestioning stomps on Somba, trying to stomp on his shoulders, his neck, dropping quick elbows, anything to slow down the big beast. Somba however, begins to slowly pull himself up, almost ignoring the pain.

Eric Witz: Seems like Somba almost wants to laugh at the pain he's being given...

Keith Oswalt: IF he could laugh, ladies and gentlemen.

Somba gets to his feet and delivers a stiff, unforgiving punch to the face of Steven Carter, before lifting him up and giving him a good old fashioned Spinebuster. Immediately from that, Somba puts his hands on Carter's throat and lifts him up almost easily, before sending him down again with another Spinebuster. After doing so, he lifts Carter once more, and hits him with a Running Powerslam. He goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Carter kicks out with a grunt, throwing his arm up with a moment of punchdrunkeness, before Somba feeds him with an elbow to the face.

Keith Oswalt: Things look bleak for Mr. Carter...

…

Somba immediately forces Carter to his feet and gives him the final blow, hitting the Samoan Driver with authority and getting the pin.

1...

2...

3!

Eric Witz: ...And they just got bleaker.

Somba immediately gets up to stomp once on the chest of “The Fortunate One”, before he stares down at his opponent and then finally... Finally leaves the ring.

Ike Rose: ...The winner of this match, with a time of three minutes and 4 seconds... SOMBA!!!

Eric Witz: The powerful rookie seemed to just get overpowered and run down in this match by a monster too capable... Where will the reign of terror of the Krieg strike next ladies and gentlemen!?

As Somba exits the ring where Dahaka and Kaja are waiting, Kaja begins to offer something in German, slapping her hand in her other and Dahaka and Somba nod slowly before they follow their superior, leaving the cameras on a punch-drunk Carter, looking around as the ref checks on him, just as the scene fades.

[Kirk Noble]

The camera fades into backstage, minutes after the match, where Kurt Noble diligently is doing his work. After a few moments, a knock is heard on the door.

Kurt Noble: Come in.

In walks Steven Watson Carter, still sweaty from his match-up against Somba, He doesn’t appear pleased in any sense of the word.

SWC: You wanted to see me?

Kurt Noble: Absolutely. I have a question for you Mr. Carter…What on Earth was that?

SWC seems confused, and a little irritated.

SWC: What?

Kurt Noble: Don’t play dumb with me Mr. Carter. You just wrestled a three minute match, the shortest of the night I might add, against Somba, during which you amounted little offense. What exactly did I just witness Carter? You did see my message to the roster earlier tonight, right?

SWC: Yeah, I saw it. I don’t see why you’re giving me such a hard time, Mr. Noble. I’m a former #1 Contender, and have wrestled with that buffoon of a tag partner just like you’ve asked me. I’m doing exactly what you want me to.

Noble snickers a bit, clearly amused with that response.

Kurt Noble: You seem to enjoy using your #1 Contender status as a crutch, but let’s face the facts Steven. You were hired on a provisional contract due to certain “reputations” of yours. You may have started out strong, but you’re headed on a downward spiral. That’s why I handed you The Krieg. When faced with near impossible odds, how would you fare? And you answered my question. You gave up.

SWC is stumbling over his words at this point, but Noble isn’t interested.

Kurt Noble: I have to stand on my word Steven, and I will. You are no longer a member of this roster. You’re fired.

SWC is silent, his face clearly boiling with rage.

Kurt Noble: If you can clear out your locker, that would be very much appreciated.

SWC: You…you haven’t heard the last of me. I swear-

Noble: I’m not interested. Now get out of my office.

The two lock eyes fiercely, before SWC backs up, and exits the office.

Keith Oswalt: Wow, Mr. Noble wasn’t kidding when he said someone would be fired tonight!

Eric Witz: Um…tenure for us?

The scene fades…

[Kirk Noble]

Tommy enters the arena to Eye of the Tiger by Survivor begins to play he is wearing a white cotton robe, the hood is hoisted on his head. His hands are taped as well as his feet, he moves forward a few feet, raises his arms as Hero begins to play. He does a 360 degree spin while holding his arm in the air. He brings his hands to his mouth, kisses them, places both arms across his chest to form an X, and than begins to make his way toward the ring. Following behind him several feet is his mentor Nick Hill.

Ike Rose: The following singles match is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in 265 pounds, and hailing from Camden, New Jersey…he is accompanied by Nick Hill….Tommy Hargrove!

Keith Oswalt: Hargrove has shown some true resilience and heart in the month that he’s been here. He came close to becoming the Valiant Champion, and has beaten nearly every challenge thrown at him.

Eric Witz: When you can roll all over them, it musn’t be too difficult.

Keith Oswalt: I must apologize for my commentating partner. He got all riled up earlier with Hargrove on commentary.

The lights in the arena completely cut out as a hushed silence born of anticipation falls over the crowd and spotlights scan the entrance ramp. "I CAME TO PLAY!" rings out over the PA system as the crowd's silence is quickly replaced with the deafening roar of boos as the spotlights converge on the large figure of Storm, who has one arm reaching almost straight up and the other bent at a right angle. He then walks purposefully to the ring, ignoring the fans aside from perhaps an occasional insult to a front row audience-goer. Storm reaches the ring and climbs up the steps before stepping through the ring ropes and assuming his position in his corner, screaming insults at anyone close enough to hear them.

Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 295 pounds, and hailing from Miami Florida…Storm!

Keith Oswalt: Storm has just been a terror to deal with over the past few weeks. Not only has he harassed Tommy Hargrove, but last week, he also made it his personal vendetta to harass Chris Strike and possibly cost him the match!

Eric Witz: If Chris had kept his oh so clever words to himself, we wouldn’t be in this situation, would he?

Just before the bell rings, “Black Celebration” blasts through the speakers, to an overwhelming amount of boos! Obscene steps through the curtains, eyeing Tommy, before walking over to the announcer’s table. He roughly grabs a microphone.

Eric Witz: Well ladies and gentlemen, after Tommy Hargrove “graced” us with his commentating presence earlier in the night, looks like Obscene will be joining us now!

Keith Oswalt: Can’t say I’m too thrilled after your actions earlier…

Obscene: Shut up Keith. You, more than anyone, should understand why I’m doing this,

Tommy gets distracted, and gets blasted from behind by Storm, taking him down! Storm begins to stomp on Tommy relentlessly, before lifting him up. He kicks Tommy in the stomach, before Irish Whipping him into a corner. Storm then charges Tommy, but Tommy lunges forward, hitting an elbow strike on Storm, sending him stumbling backwards. Tommy then charges forward, and hits a running neckbreaker on Storm. Tommy then lifts up Storm, and hits him with a few punches, before kicking him in the stomach, and hitting Storm with a DDT! Tommy makes the pin…

1…

2…

Kickout by Storm!

Keith Oswalt: Tommy Hargrove is certainly demonstrating an offense capable of handling Storm’s brutal style.

Eric Witz: It’s because he’s so fat, and can just lay on Storm to choke him out.

Keith Oswalt: Once again, I apologize for my commentating partner’s statements. Pride accepts all body types, nationalities, ways of life-

Eric Witz: “Fat” isn’t a way of life. It’s a realization when you step on the scale and it breaks.

Obscene: Silence, both of you!

The commentating table goes silent, as Tommy lifts up Storm, and pushes him into a corner. Tommy begins to lay into him with some jabs, but Storm eventually drives a knee into Tommy’s stomach. He reverses the position, and Storm hits a huge uppercut on Tommy, before trying to Irish Whip him, but it’s reversed. Tommy then charges, and hits a huge splash on Storm in the corner, causing him to call to the canvas. Tommy then climbs the top turnbuckle, and jumps off, hitting an elbow drop on Storm! Tommy makes the pin…

1…

2…

Kickout by Storm!

Tommy then grabs Storm’s legs, and locks in a Sharpshooter, as Storm tries to fight out of it. He manages to get close enough to grab a rope, but it’s clear that the move has done some damage. Tommy stomps on Storm’s back, before lifting him up again. Tommy hits him with a few hard shots, knocking him against the ropes. Off the rebound, Storm charges Tommy, hoping for the Thunderbolt (Gore), but Tommy sidesteps, and Storm rebounds off the ropes, this time into a double leg spinebuster! The crowd gets behind Tommy as he signals for the end! He stands over Storm, who gets up, before locking his hands around his waist, and hitting Storm with the “Tommy Gunn” (Lifting German Suplex)! Tommy makes the pin…

1…

2…

3!

Keith Oswalt: Oh my God!

Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 5 minutes and 1 second…Tommy Hargrove!

After Storm has left the ring and Tommy is about to do the same, he halts as he's halfway through the ring ropes when he spotsObscene leaving the announcer's table, and climbs back inside. Obscene has a microphone in his hand. He gives Storm a cold stare as he passes him, then slides into the ring. Aware that he's not about to become a victim of another physical assault, Tommy Hargrove doesn't get on the defensive, although he casts a worried look at the microphone. Obscene laughs just before he begins to speak.

Obscene: Don't worry Tommy, as you've seen earlier tonight, my bite is worse than my bark, believe me. Relax. I just came out here because... I wanted to accept your challenge for Autumn Annihilation. In person.

Keith Oswalt: I don't buy it, he went through all this trouble tonight for that? I thought the match was already booked. He must want something...

Eric Witz: Shhh!

Obscene starts to look a little uncomfortable, as the red tinge on his cheeks shows. He scratches the back of his head.

Obscene: I... uh... there's no easy way of saying this... I want to apologize. For how I've been behaving lately... the attacks, the arrogance, a complete lack of respect on my part. For that, I'm sorry.

Keith Oswalt: Am I hearing this right? What did we hear like five minutes ago?!?

Eric Witz: Don't be so quick to judge. Maybe Obscene's turning over a new leaf...a quick one too!

Obscene: I heard your conversation with Nick after our match last week. I've got to say, I admire you. Even after all of my ranting, even after... Uh... That little incident, you still took my side. I might have went a little OTT, but you kept an open mind, and you saw where I was coming from. Some would say you're weak, or you're easily pushed around, but that's a bunch of crap. You can think for yourself, and you stand up for what you believe in. It's true I've felt hard done by over the last month, but that doesn't mean I don't know what's fair. Right now, I might be a former Valiant Champion, and you might be a nobody; but if you can beat me, you'll become a somebody. I'm open to change if you can prove you're the better man. If you do that, you won't hear another word from me. Deal?

Obscene extends his hand.

Eric Witz: Sounds fair to me. I'd accept if I were him.

Keith Oswalt: I'd punch his lights out.

After thinking it over for a few seconds, Tommy steps forward and shakes Obscene's hand. This is greeted by a mixed reaction from the fans.

Keith Oswalt: I don't believe it... After all Obscene's done to you!

The scene fades.

[Kirk Noble]

We cut to backstage where we find Christian Kane standing in a doorway, talking to Adam Abel as a TV-MA logo appears in the corner of the screen.

Adam Abel: You sure you don't want me to come with you? I don't want them jumping you or any thing like that...

Christian Kane: They won't, don't worry, 'cos if they do then they lose their oh so precious moral high ground.

The pair laugh.

Adam Abel: Alright bro I'm gonna go and do some warming up for our match tonight, I'll catch you later.

Christian Kane: Nice, I'll join you soon...I just...there's something I needed to say, before those...fuckin' idiots interrupted me.

They bump fists with each other and go their seperate ways, Abel into the locker room, and Kane into the hallway where he desperately looks around for something or someone. Eventually Christian bumps into a backstage worker and grabs her by the arm.

Christian Kane: Hey hey hey, where's Avice?

Backstage Worker: Erm...I think he's around the corner...

Christian Kane: Sweet, thanks...

CK grabs her by the hair, pulls her head back and plants her with a long kiss before moving around the corner to find Alex Avice with a cameraman chatting away.

Alex Avice: So I told her, it's not all about the size, it's what you do with it, you know?

Christian Kane: AVICE!

Alex Avice: AHH!

The interviewer jumps in shock.

Alex Avice: What do you want?!

Christian Kane: Interview me!

Avice simply shrugs his shoulders.

Alex Avice: Sure let's do it. Let's get rolling in 3...2...1...go!

The red light on the camera lights up and Avice raises a microphone to his lips.

Alex Avice: Alex Avice he-

Suddenly Christian Kane grabs the microphone out of Avice's hand and pushes him away out of shot then points at the camera man.

Christian Kane: Keep on rolling, bozo because I will finally I get to say what needs to be said! You see Kingdom of Pride f-

As he says this Chris Hart and Josh Eagles nonchalantly stroll into the shot and stand DIRECTLY in front of the camera. Obviously angry, Christian throws the microphone against the wall and storms off down the hallway screaming and causing a havoc. The pair watch him go and look to each other.

Chris Hart: Hmm I wonder what his problem was...

Josh Eagles: Yeah...strange...

Chris Hart: Think it was because we were standing in front of the camera?

Chris motions to the camera.

Josh Eagles: Oh, no! That couldn't be it.

Chris Hart: Hmm...true. Let's go and get ready for our match, we might catch a lingering STD here...you can never be sure.

Josh nods and the two of them walk off down the hallway in the opposite direction as to where CK went.

[Kirk Noble]

“It’s My Life” plays throughout the arena and 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 in the distance with intensity.

Ike Rose: The following match-up is a singles match-up scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 230 pounds, and hailing from Ontario, Canada…Johnny Noble!

Eric Witz: You think the boss’s bother is immune from being fired? I mean, if he’s slacking.

Keith Oswalt: I’m not sure to be honest, but I do know that Johnny Noble’s manager, Ray Caravelle, was upset with Johnny after his losing effort against P.K. Jacob-Sterling last week. I can’t imagine he’s too happy with Noble’s little alteractions with Justin Kaard either.

The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the piano kicks in. The shot zooms into the temple…and up towards a throne at the top of some stairs. A man rises from the throne and makes his way down the steps…and once he nears the camera, he looks up and reveals himself as Chris Strike before making his way over towards a pool of water. Strike looks down into it, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water. As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, while the riffs to “Twilight of the Thunder God” by Amon Amarth blast on out of the PA and Johan Hegg’s epic metal growling kicks in along with the lyrics.

Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a nice, loud and pleasant reaction from the rabid KoP fan base. Chris Strike stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. A smirk falls on his lips as the self-proclaimed God of Thunder is showered by gold, white and black streamers, before making his way down the ramp, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail.

Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. The God of Thunder just gives the fans a cocky little smile, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the center of the ring. The lights go out once again, as a golden yellow spotlight focuses on him. Chris slowly brings up his right arm up and then swiftly brings it down, leading to another stream of smoke coming out – now from the outside corners of the ring. He leans against the ropes and stretches out his arms, while “Twilight of the Thunder God” fades…

Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in 205 pounds, and hailing from São Paulo, Brazil…”The God of Thunder” Chris Strike!

Keith Oswalt: You know, Chris Strike shouldn’t have lost the way he did last week. Storm cost him a victory against Josh Eagles, and now, he’s in a must win situation here against Johnny Noble.

Eric Witz: Every night should be a “must win” situation. If not, you may get fed to The Krieg!

The bell rings, and both men eye one another cautiously. They look as if they’re going to lock-up…but instead, Johnny Noble charges Chris Strike, who ducks under a clothesline. Strike then begins to hit some fists on Noble, backing him into a corner. Noble then responds with a knee, followed by a fierce European Uppercut! Noble then begins to hit Strike his own set of hands, sending him down to the canvas. Noble then lifts up Strike, and Irish Whips him into the opposite corner. As Noble charges him, Strike brings his foot up right into Noble’s face, causing him to stumbles backwards. Strike runs at him, but Noble catches Strike, and hits him with a belly to belly suplex! Noble gets up, and lifts up Strike, pushing him against the ropes. Noble Irish Whips him, and Strike ducks a clothesline off the rebound, hitting Noble with a flying forearm smash to take him down!

Keith Oswalt: These two men are trading an incredible amount of offense! Two distinctly different styles, one immensely entertaining exchange of blows.

Eric Witz: Let me simplify my partner’s diction: That was cool.

Strike lifts up Noble, and begins to assault him with a few chops, before Irish Whipping Noble, which ends up reversed. Noble then ducks, expecting a clothesline, but only gets a thunderous kick off Strike’s rebound. As Noble stumbles backwards, Strike charges him, but Noble ducks, sending Strike over the top rope, and onto the apron. However, Strike takes advantage of the situation by quickly hopping on the turnbuckle, and moonsaulting off, hitting Noble with a reverse DDT in midair! Strike makes the cover…

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Strike lifts up Noble, and continues with a string of chops, before hitting Noble with open palm strike to the face to send him into the corner. Strike tries to Irish Whip Noble, but it’s reversed. Following this, Noble charges Strike, but Strike dodges the move, and as Noble stumbles back, Strike hits him with a one handed bulldog! Strike then runs, and jumps off the ropes, hitting a Shangosault (Lionsault) on Noble! Srikes looks to go for the pin, but Noble gets his foot on the rope before Strike can make the pin. Strike then lifts up Noble, and puts him in position for a back suplex….but while in air, Noble slides behind him, and while going down, catches him from an impromptu lung blower! The crowd is astounded, as Noble uses the ropes to pull himself up.

Keith Oswalt: Good Lord! Despite taking heavy amounts of offense in this match-up, Johnny Noble was able to counter that backdrop into a lung blower of his own!

Eric Witz: It’s that “Noble family” mentality, I tell ya. They’re born fighters.

Keith Oswalt: No brown-nosing with that comment?

Eric Witz: Do you see any brown? No? Then get back to calling the match. Geesh…why would I ever do that?

Noble barely lifts up Strike, before drilling him with a stalling suplex. In an effort to slow down the match, Noble locks in a Camel Clutch on Strike, causing him to yell out in pain. Strikes begins to writhe about, causing the hold to eventually be broken by an angry Johnny Noble, who then stomps Strike into the canvas. Noble then lifts up Strike, and Irish Whips him. Noble goes for a clothesline, but Strike slides under it, right into a huge roundhouse kick! Noble goes down, and Strike stomps him back for a bit of revenge. Strike then pins him…

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Strike lifts Noble to his feet, before hitting him with another set of chops, until his back is against the ropes. Strike Irish Whips Noble, but Noble hangs onto the ropes off the rebound, causing Strike to miss his dropkick, making him hit the canvas awkwardly. Noble then grabs him, and falls back, slingshotting Strike headfirst into the turnbuckle. As Strike stumbles back, Noble grabs him, and hits him with a modified backbreaker. Noble pins…

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3-Kickout by Strike!

Keith Oswalt: That backbreaker may very well be the momentum burst Noble needs to fully dominate this match-up.

Eric Witz: You can’t dominate a God. He’ll strike you down…do it now! Now!

Noble seems quite disappointed with the lack of the pinfall, and as he lifts up Strike, Strike begins to hit him with a few well placed kicks. He backs up, and goes for a clothesline, but Noble ducks, before dropping Strike with a reverse DDT off the missed clothesline. He then lifts Strike back up, and viciously slams his head into a turnbuckle, clearly getting tired of the match’s length. Noble begins a barrage of punches against Strike, but Strike kicks him in the stomach, and then runs forward, hitting him with a Rolling Kesagiri Chop! Strike Irish Whips Noble, but Noble avoids a kick off the rebound, and grabs Strike, hitting him with a German suplex! He lifts up Strike, and hits him with another, before Strike reverses the move, and pushes Noble into a corner, before charging him, hitting him with a rolling wheel kick. Strike then lifts Noble up onto the top turnbuckle, and kicks him in the back. Strike then hops up, and tries to lift up Noble for a suplex, but Noble then chops him, and pushes him off the turnbuckle. Noble then hops off, but Strike ducks. Strike turns around, but Noble kicks him first, and grabs him, hitting him with the This Shit Hurts (Spinning Spike Piledriver)! Noble pins...

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Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 11 minutes and 45 second...Johnny Noble!

Only moments after the bell rings, Storm uns down the stage, and rolls into the ring.

Keith Oswalt: What in the world does he want?!?

Eric Witz: Strike's just been slowly pushing Storm, and now he's gonna get it!

Noble stands up, just in time to get a boot to the face from Storm! He goes down, and as soon as Strike gets up, he's rammed into a turnbuckle corner, and pounded down by Storm. However, this doesn't last long, as Noble quickly hops on Storm's back. Storm struggles to throw him off, but the time it takes gives Strike enough time to run forward, and kick Storm right in the face! Noble releases him, and nails Storm with a "This Shit Hurts"! Strike then climbs the turnbuckle, and jumps off, hitting the Vajra (Corkscrew Moonsault into Double Foot Stomp)!

Keith Oswalt: There's payback if I've ever seen it!

Eric Witz: Well, it was fun while it lasted Storm...

Strike stands up, as the crowd cheers for the "God of Thunder." Stirke moves over to shake Noble's hand, and Noble stares at it for a while...before simply brushing past Strike!

Keith Oswalt: Johnny Noble just refused to shake Strike's hand!

Eric Witz: They may have just wroked together there, but do you really expect them to be friends? Gulliable, as always.

Keith Oswalt: Perhaps not. Johnny Noble has already disrespected Just Kaard earlier tonight, and now Strike! He may be the bosses' brother, but he sure isn't careful about stepping on the toes of Kurt's friends.

Eric Witz: Doesn't seem to me like he wants to live in Kurt's shadow. Good for him!

The scene fades out as a confused Chris Strike watches Johnny Noble walk up the ramp...

[Kirk Noble]

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.

Bitches I hope you know
Bitches I hope you know

"Bitches" plays through the speakers and the crowd boos as Christian Kane walks through the curtain with his ESW World Championship on one shoulder, his ESW Junior Heavyweight title on the other and Dani Clarke at his side. CK stops just a few inches from the curtain and looks around the arena as several small barely audible anti-CK chants start up. Dani slowly rubs Kane's abs before he pulls her head back by the hair and they exchange a sloppy french kiss.

After several seconds of this, he pushes her away and begins to walk down to the ring. The music keeps going and CK rushes down to the ring, moves around the side of it, then slides onto the hot apron. CK stands and raises both of his titles into the air, grinning. He puts the titles back onto his shoulders then

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

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

Ike Rose: The following contest is your main event! It is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 405 pounds, the team of Adam Abel and Christian Kane!

The lights in the arena go down as the opening beat of Where The Hood At hit’s the dark arena as the top of the entrance ramp fills with smoke. At the fifteen second mark the beat picks up as pink and gold lights start to flash all around the arena. At the twenty second mark lasers start to flicker all around as the entire entrance ramp is now covered in smoke as Chris Hart emerges from the back dressed in his long surfer style shorts and sneakers. He walks down to the arena bobbing to the beat, slapping the occasional one’s hand whilst carrying a smile on his facer. He slides into the ring and goes to the far corner, climbing the turnbuckle and throwing one arm up in the air. Chris then flips off the rope and either stares down his opponent, waiting for the bell to start the match.

"King of the World" plays over the P.A. as the fans rise to their feet and cheer as Josh Eagles burst through the curtain throwing his 'Eagles' symbol high above his head. Slowly he makes his way to the ring slapping hands with fans, giving some hugs out and shaking hands. Finally he rolls under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring and throws his symbol up one more time to a huge up roar from the crowd and smiles before stretching and waiting for the match to get under way.

Ike Rose: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 390 pounds, the team of Chris Hart and Josh Eagles!

Keith Oswalt: It’s time for the main event! Things are about to get explosive!

Eric Witz: Whenever these four guys are in the ring together, something big always happens.

As the bell rings, Josh Eagles stands in the ring across from Christian Kane, but men having had one match against each other and Josh still feeling bitter about Christian Kane’s actions at Return of the Kingdom. As the match begins, Christian Kane appears to want to engage in a tie up, however Josh Eagles has other plans as he sprints across the ring and nails a thunderous spear on Christian Kane, taking him down to the mat. However, Christian Kane is able to roll through the spear and doesn’t allow Josh Eagles to pummel him with his fists. Instead, Christian gets up to his feet and stands behind Josh Eagles waiting for him to turn around. Once Josh gets up and turns around, Christian Kane hits him with a beautiful dropkick, sending him into the corner with Adam Abel. Grinning at Josh being cornered, Christian Kane sprints at Josh and nails him in the corner with a big boot. Following the boot, Christian Kane drops his leg down to the mat before wrapping his arm around Josh’s head and finally snapping back, throwing him over his shoulders with a snap suplex.

After hitting the suplex, Christian Kane sits Josh into a seated position where here he dropkicks Josh in the back of the head. Following the brutal dropkick, Christian Kane goes for a cover, but only to have Josh kick out at one. Instead of letting the kick out frustrate him, Christian Kane gets back up to his feet and pulls Josh along with him. Here, Christian Kane goes for an Irish whip, however Josh Eagles is able to counter this and sends Christian Kane to the ropes nearest Adam Abel. As Kane hits the ropes, Adam Abel tags himself into the match without Josh Eagles seeing. Thinking Christian Kane is still the legal man, Josh nails him with a picture perfect leg lariat, before firing back up to his feet. However as he does this and looks at Abel, Abel is spring boarding off the top rope and hit’s a huge flying lariat on Josh Eagles! Taking Eagles down to the mat, Abel quickly goes for a cover,

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Kick out!

Keith Oswalt: Excellent move by Adam Abel there! He perfectly utilized the blind tag.

Eric Witz: I wouldn’t say perfectly, if it was perfect, Christian Kane wouldn’t have had to been harmed.

Following Josh’s kick out Adam Abel gets back up to his feet and stomps on Eagles’s chest before lifting him up to his feet and whipping him to the ropes. When Josh bounces back at Adam, Adam nails him with a huge roundhouse kick to the head! Dropping Josh again with this move, Adam Abel now runs to the ropes before hoping up to the second rope and flipping back for a lionsault! However, just at the last second, Josh Eagles lifts his knees up, forcing Adam’s chest to crash over Josh’s knees! Knocking the wind out of Adam, Abel quickly rolls to his side of the ring where he tags in Christian Kane as Josh Eagles manages to roll out of the ring allowing Chris Hart to now springboard from his own corner and nail a springboard dropkick on the charging Christian Kane!

After having knocked Christian Kane down with the dropkick, a dazed Christian Kane gets back up to his feet and turns to Chris Hart, however as he does this, Chris Hart fires off a quick arm drag on Christian Kane, throwing him back to the mat. Again Christian Kane gets up to his feet dazed, but once again Chris Hart rockets off a second arm drag, however this time holding onto Christian Kane’s arm and locking him into a cross arm breaker! Trying to force Christian Kane to tap out, Chris Hart rears back on the move, preventing Christian from being able to lock his hands together, allowing for Hart to fully hyperextend Christian Kane’s shoulder!

After having locked this hold in for several seconds, Christian Kane appears seconds away from tapping out when finally, off of the top rope, Adam Abel comes crashing down and hits Chris Hart square in the chest with a perfect double stomp! Breaking the hold, Adam Abel now pushes Christian Kane out of the ring to become the legal man before covering Chris Hart after hitting the big double stomp,

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Kick out!

Keith Oswalt: Despite the shady tactics, Chris Hart still manages to kick out proving just why he deserves to be the Valiant champion!

Eric Witz: Shady tactics? How come these tactics weren’t shady when Chris Hart and Josh Eagles did them? Hmm?

Keith Oswalt: They followed the scramble rules, pushing your partner out of the ring is not in the scramble rules!

Eric Witz: Prove it.

Keith Oswalt: Just do your job and call the match!

After having seen Hart kick out, Adam Abel pulls Chris Hart back to his feet and delivers a few knife-edge chops to Chris Hart. After hitting a few of these Adam Abel now delivers a stiff forearm shot to Hart’s face, but instead of pushing Hart down, Hart seems to be fired up by the forearm shot and delivers a forearm of his own to Adam Abel, resulting a chorus of cheers from the crowd. Now, Adam Abel finally fires back with another forearm shot to Chris Hart, however instead of letting up and letting Chris Hart fire back with a forearm shot, Adam Abel grabs Chris Hart and quickly kicks him in the stomach before dropping him with a DDT. After hitting the DDT, Adam Abel doesn’t bother to cover Chris Hart and instead gets up to his feet and rushes at Chris Hart’s corner and knocks Josh Eagles down off of the apron. Now as Abel turns around, Chris Hart shows his unique ability to quickly recover as he is on his feet and hit’s a huge shining enziguri on Adam Abel!

Knocking Adam Abel down to a single knee, Chris Hart quickly wraps his arms around Adam Abel’s body before throwing him back over his shoulders, letting Abel’s body slam into the mat with a gut wrench suplex. Following the gut wrench suplex and having slowed the pace down a little bit, Chris Hart covers Adam Abel,

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Kick out!

Eric Witz: Tag in CK! Tag in CK! Tag in CK!

Keith Oswalt: You realize Abel’s on the ground and Christian Kane’s hitting on the girl in the front row right?

Eric Witz: Shut up!

Lifting Adam Abel back up after the kick out, Chris Hart finally tags in Josh Eagles as he gets out of the ring allowing Eagles to get in. Quickly pouncing on top of Abel, Eagles begins to pummel Abel with a flurry of punches before he finally lifts Abel back up to his feet. Here Eagles quickly hits Abel with a jawbreaker, sending Abel stumbling back to his corner where Christian Kane has finally stopped flirting with the girls in the front row and tags himself back into the match. Climbing into the ring, Christian Kane only barely gets into the ring before Josh Eagles pounces on top of him and puts him into a side headlock. However, Christian Kane pushes Josh Eagles off of him into the ropes but as he does this Eagles hit’s the ropes and bounces back from the ropes and delivers a shoulder tackle to Christian Kane. After having done this, Josh Eagles lifts Christian Kane back to his feet, however as he does this, Adam Abel attempts to get into the ring himself, which draws referee Chris Owens’s attention as he tries to prevent Abel from entering. With the referee’s attention drawn to the corner, Christian Kane hit’s a low blow on Josh Eagles!

After hitting the low blow, Christian Kane grabs Josh Eagles and throws him to the ropes before running back to the opposite ropes himself. However as Eagles hit’s the ropes, Chris Hart tags himself back into the match. Running back at Christian Kane, Josh Eagles is finally obliterated by Christian Kane as Christian nails him with the Super Sexy Kick (Superkick)! Celebrating after he hits this move, Chris Hart gets into the ring and rolls Christian Kane up,

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Adam Abel pounds on Chris Hart’s back, however is a split second too late!

Eric Witz: This is fucking bullshit, Keith! HE HAD A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS! AN INDIAN CHILD COULD HAVE MADE A QUILT OUT OF THE VOLUME OF TIGHTS HART GRABBED! I AM PISSED.

Keith Oswalt: I think I need to see someone about this TV-MA thing...

Eric Witz: I think I need to see someone about this BLATANT FAVOURITISM!

Christian Kane rolls out of the ring angrily, lashing out at fans in the ringside seats who taunt him.

Ike Rose: The winners of this match via pinf-

Adam Abel snatches the microphone out of Ike's hand and throws it to Kane, who catches it and stares down Hart and Eagles who celebrate in the ring.

Kane: Hart! Eagles! You sons of bitches need to realize th-

In a bizarre turn of events the microphone has cut out! Perplexed, Christian turns over the microphone and flick the small switch a few time before attempting to talk into it again, however it seems the microphone has been cut by the sound crew as the microphone refuses to work! While CK has a bitch fit and smashes the microphone against the ring post Hart and Eagles begin to laugh their ass off in the ring while Adam Abel looks to Christian with concern. After a while Abel begins to tug at Christian's arm and points to the announce table. After a small conversation between the young duo, a devilish grin appears on Kane's face as he walks over to the announce table and grabs the headset off of Keith Oswalt's head!

Eric Witz: Yes! Now hit him with it!

Christian puts on the headset and begins to shout into it...but that eventually gets cut aswell! CK rips off the headset and throws it at Oswalt, clocking him square in the face.

Eric Witz: YYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pulling at his hair, Christian Kane retreats up the aisle with Abel as Hart and Eagles still both laugh at Christian in the ring. As CK begins to bark insults at crowd members who are teasing Christian the scene fades to black, ending the show.