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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 19:56:16 GMT -5
As Oblivion comes on the air, “Artist in the Ambulance” by Thrice plays over the PA system to a chorus of cheers from the crowd. Walking out from behind the curtains, Jeremy Sterling stands with a microphone in his right hand and a black bag in his left hand. Grinning as he heads towards the ring, Sterling finally gets to ringside where he hops onto the apron, wipes his shoes off and steps inside the ropes. Waiting for the crowd’s cheers to die down, Jeremy Sterling smiles at the crowd as he tosses the black bag up onto his shoulder and holding it there. Finally, once the crowd’s noise has died down, Jeremy lifts the microphone to his mouth to speak.
Jeremy Sterling: No matter how many times I hear it, coming out to all of your cheers always sends a chill down my spine.
Receiving a small amount of cheers for his appreciation of the crowd, Jeremy grins before continuing to speak.
Jeremy Sterling: However, before I take any more time away from the show, I have one reason that I came out here, and that very reason is inside this bag.
Pointing at the bag, Jeremy Sterling grins as he pulls the bag open and from it takes out a gold plated championship belt, much to the crowd’s approval.
Jeremy Sterling: As many of you likely already know, this championship belt that I hold is a very storied belt. Originally won by Jaguar back on Sunday, December 3rd, the Syndicate championship has been held by many men that would eventually become main eventers in Kingdom of Pride. This championship’s storied history will be brought back to Kingdom of Pride on September 12th, at Autumn Annihilation!
The crowd cheers wildly at hearing the return of the Syndicate championship, however despite the cheers, Jeremy Sterling continues to speak.
Jeremy Sterling: At Autumn Annihilation, in true Syndicate championship fashion, the newest Syndicate champion will be determined in a hardcore match! The competitors for this match have yet to be determined as Kurt and I both have to decide who we see as most deserving for a shot at Kingdom of Pride gold, but I can personally guarantee that the match at Autumn Annihilation will be, without a doubt, brutal, hard-hitting, and incredibly exciting!
Grinning to the crowd one last time as they cheer the announcement, Jeremy Sterling finally heads to the back, allowing the show to finally get started.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 19:56:56 GMT -5
"El Mudo - Chacarron Macarron" plays and the fans cheer. John Parker comes to the ring with a smile on his face, dancing atrociously to his music.
Ike Rose: The following contest is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit! Introducing first, from Florida by way of Nottingham, England, weighing in at 130 pounds, John Parker!
As "Heavy" by Collective Soul plays,the lights go down low and Big Bubba Olson comes down the ramp, holding three sparklers in his hands. 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.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, from Little Rock, Arkansas, weighing in at 400 pounds, Big Bubba Olson!
The fans in attendance begin to raise their heads to attention as "Awesome" by Plies begins to play throughout the arena and the smoke begins to trail around the arena, red and blue lights wafting around, and a sound like police sirens echoing.
I'm on my New York Shit,
I think I'm hot son!
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'!
I don't kno what her problem is,
I hope she fuckin' say somethin'!
Asked her what da problem?
She said "You're fuckin' awesome!"
Dru Tha Merc begins to walk down the ramp, rocking bulletproof vest and baseball cap, leaning to the left and high-fiving a few fans. He leans to the right, and is about to high-five a few fans as well, before he decides the better of it, and pulls a 'too slow' on a little kid, and begins walking to the ring. A chuckle leaving him.
Ike Rose: Making his way to the ring, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 297 pounds, Dru Tha Merc!
Jus bought a drop top!
Feel like I'm in L.A.!
Everybody watchin' me,
Feel like I'm da movie!
Homie got his first block,
Took it from an Oe yay!
Judge asked me who da shooter?
Told him "No comprende!"
Few dudes gotta whack,
Certain names, can't say.
Streets won't hire him,
Him have no resume.
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 off his hat, and tosses it, frisbee style to the fans before he cracks his neck twice, and gets ready for his match, the ref eyeing him suspiciously before patting him down. The ref pulls a black tire iron from the back of Dru's belt, and wags a finger at him. Dru shrugs, his face conveying that he could care less and waits for the bell to ring.
Keith Oswalt: This is sure to be an incredible opening match as we see two of the heaviest wrestlers in Kingdom of Pride go at it!
Eric Witz: Don’t forget about the lightest Pride wrestler in John Parker! I definitely wouldn’t count him out of possibly winning the match!
Keith Oswalt: At the same time, you think Christian Kane is a good wrestler, so your opinion doesn’t really matter.
Eric Witz: Somebody’s on their period this week…
Keith Oswalt: Shut your mouth!
As the bell rings, Dru The Merc eyes both of his opponents before they both nod to each other and agree to charge at Dru. Shoving John Parker away from him, Big Bubba Olson takes advantage of Dru’s lack of attention on him by kicking him in the stomach. After doubling Dru over, Olson quickly slams his knee into Dru’s face, making him fly back up. Now using his own strength, Olson shoves Dru into the corner and moves out of the way as John Parker gets up and hit’s a dropkick on Dru, shoving him further into the corner. After the dropkick, Olson continues to focus on Dru by charging at him and hitting him with a charging elbow smash. Having hit this on Dru, Olson finally puts Dru into a quick front facelock before throwing Dru over his head with a quick suplex. After hitting the suplex, Olson covers Dru, 1... John Parker breaks the hold!
Yelling at Parker as he gets off the floor, Parker looks at the much, much larger man regretting breaking up the cover. Throwing a punch at Olson, Parker strikes him, but instead of inflicting any damage on the large man, Olson simply appears to become furious with Parker. Again throwing a punch towards Olson, this time Olson catches Parker’s fist and instantly puts him into an arm wringer. After doing this, Olson lifts John Parker up from his arm before throwing him back first onto the mat. Having done this, Olson attempts to follow up and continue attacking Parker, but before he can do this, Dru Tha Merc throws a forearm to Olson’s upper back. Turning Olson back around, Dru now puts him in a front facelock and slams him down to the mat with a DDT. After hitting this move, Dru quickly gets back up to his feet, pulling Olson back to his feet before whipping him to the ropes. As Olson comes running back at Dru, Dru nails him with a lariat, throwing Olson back down to the mat, landing on his neck.
Keith Oswalt: Dangerous lariat thrown by Dru Tha Merc! He could have broken Big Bubba Olson’s neck with that move!
Eric Witz: I didn’t know Bubba could actually flip that much. I figured he was incapable of moving.
Keith Oswalt: Why, because he’s fat?
Eric Witz: Yep.
After having hit the huge lariat on Olson, Dru turns his body and as he does this John Parker leaps off of the top rope and is able to take Dru Tha Merc off of his feet with a flying crossbody! Hooking Dru’s leg as soon as the two hit the mat, Parker goes for the three count, but solidly after one, Dru Tha Merc is able to throw John Parker off of him across the ring. Despite having been thrown several feet across the ring, John quickly gets back up to his feet and is followed by Dru. Both standing, the two engage in a collar and elbow tie up, but Dru is able to out muscle John Parker, by simply tossing him down to the mat and charging at him, shoving his boot into John Parker’s face! Covering Parker after hitting this move, Dru doesn’t bother to hook the leg, 1...2... Big Bubba Olson just breaks up the cover!
Getting to his feet, Olson lifts Dru up before putting him in a waistlock and then quickly tossing Dru over his head, nailing him with a German suplex! After nailing the German suplex, Olson moves back to his feet and turns around only to see a charging John Parker! Reacting quickly, Olson nearly decapitates John Parker as he nails him with a huge savate kick. Dropping to the ground, Olson instantly goes for a cover on Parker,
1...
2...
Dru breaks the pin!
Keith Oswalt: Near fall for Olson!
Eric Witz: Come on Dru! If you had just let Olson win the match, we’d all be saved from JDP.
Keith Oswalt: What, you don’t like John Parker?
Eric Witz: Does anybody like John Parker?
Keith Oswalt: Good point.
After having broken the pin, Dru grabs Olson around the waist before pulling him up showing his incredible strength and slamming Olson back first into the turnbuckle with a buckle bomb, however instead of letting Olson fall back onto the mat, Dru again powers him up and slams Olson backfirst into the turnbuckle nailing him with another buckle bomb, hitting the Repeat Offender (Two Turnbuckle Powerbombs)! After having hit Olson with this move, Dru pulls him once more back to his feet before lifting him up and putting him in a bear hug. After keeping Olson locked in this hold, Dru finally explodes back and nails the Gunshine State of Mind (Bearhug Exploder Suplex) on Big Bubba Olson! Getting up to go cover Olson, Dru sees John Parker charging at him, and ducks underneath Parker’s leg lariat. After having dodged that, Dru Tha Merc stiffly kicks Parker in the back, sending him out of the ring. Having done this, Dru covers Olson,
1...
2...
3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 8 minutes and 15 seconds, Dru Tha Merc!
Eric Witz: Does this mean John Parker’s finally gone from KoP!?
Keith Oswalt: We can only hope.
Eric Witz: God, I really do hope so.
Keith Oswalt: Nonetheless, that was a very impressive debut by Dru Tha Merc.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 19:58:20 GMT -5
The scene switches to backstage, where a clearly tired John Parker is sitting in a chair opposite from Kurt Noble.
Kurt Noble: Well John, that was a rather unsuccessful effort on your part.
John Parker: Yeah, well…uhh….your face!
Kurt Noble: Clever. But, you obviously know what this does for your contract. Last week, I fired your former partner, Steven Watson Carter. His poor performances haven’t met the Pride standard, and as of late, neither have yours.
John Parker: Just give me another chance boss! I’ll work double shifts! I’ll clean your car! I’ll even talk to your make-up lady so you don’t have to!
Noble doesn’t seem amused at all, really.
Noble: I’m afraid that won’t do. You’re off the roster John…but listen to what I have to say.
Noble leans inward, as does John.
Noble: This doesn’t have to be a permanent arrangement. I’d love to have you back on Pride…but earning this chance won’t come easily.
John Parker: So what do I have to do? Because I can totally own you at Left 4 Dead 2, Jack Bauer style, if that’s what you’re implying…
Kurt Noble: Uh, no. Report back to me next week. I’m meeting with the very person tonight that can breathe some life back into your career…
Before anything else can be said, the camera fades to black…
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 19:59:09 GMT -5
The camera switches to backstage, where Johnny Noble is lifting hand-weights, with his manager Raymond Caravelle standing nearby, observing him as he does.
Raymond Caravelle: Keep lifting Johnny. Can’t afford to get rusty what with this tyrannical witch-hunt your brother is going on.
Johnny Noble: Yeah, sure.
Johnny doesn’t sound convinced in the slightest. After a few moments, a knock is heard on the door.
Johnny Noble: Come in…
Raymond Caravelle: Only if it’s important, he means.
The door opens, and in walks Chris Strike. Johnny’s eyes seem a bit cautious to his appearance, but Raymond simply seems annoyed.
Raymond Caravelle: And you are…?
Chris Strike: Chris Strike. I was wondering if I could have a moment with Johnny…in private. Boring business stuff, you know.
Raymond Caravelle: Perhaps no one in here is more involved in Johnny’s “business” than I am. So, anything you need to say to him, you can say to-
Raymond doesn’t finish his sentence, as he’s shoved out the door first! Johnny locks in behind him, and snarls, and Raymond bangs on the door.
Johnny Noble: Definitely more headaches than he’s worth…
Johnny shakes his head, but turning his attention back to Strike.
Johnny Noble: What did you want?
Chris Strike: Well, actually, I wanted to thank you for last week against Storm. It’s no secret that he and I haven’t been…well, we hate each other, to be blunt. But you had my bad, and I won’t forget it.
Johnny Noble: Thanks…I guess. But helping you really wasn’t my intention when I was fighting Storm. All I saw was big dumb monster trying to kill me. I actually forgot you were there, to be honest.
Strike doesn’t seem overly amused at Johnny’s clearly cold state of fact, but he tries to shrug it off.
Chris Strike: Well, anyway, thanks. I guess you Noble brothers aren’t so bad. You could always lighten up a little on Justin-
Johnny Noble: What did you say about me and…”him?”
Johnny seems almost disgusted as he drops one of the weights, looking irritably at Strike.
Chris Strike: That you two aren’t so bad. No need to get defensive. Just stating a matter of fa-
Before Strike can react, Johnny is up, and he tackles Strike right to the ground! Johnny begins to maliciously hammer down on Strike, before grabbing one of his nearby weights, and slamming it into Strike’s stomach! Strike coughs up a bit of blood, before being lifted up and slammed into a locker! Johnny goes back on the offensive, by lifting up Strike, and dropping him right on the wooden bench, causing it to collapse, and causing Strike to land on some of the weights. Johnny Noble stares at the now bloody Chris Strike, before a furious knock is heard on the door.
Raymond Carabelle: Johnny, what the fuck is all that noise?
Johnny smiles, and looks towards the door.
Johnny Noble: Training, just like you wanted…
The scene fades to blackness.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 19:59:44 GMT -5
The guitar riff at the start of 'Remedy' by Cold plays and he steps through the curtain he has as an entrance attire of a black coat. He stands at the top of the isle and makes a praying style taunt with a mattitude V1 hand gesture (he has three fingers together with his nose in the middle of the first two before wiping his nose in a Rikishi style before walking with a strut to he ring. Once in the ring he moves to the first corner he can be bothered walking to he then climbs to the middle turnbuckle and does the same V1 Prayer taunt
Ike Rose: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit. Introducing first, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 234 pounds, Stephen Callaway!
Eric Witz: That’s Calsifornia to you Rose!
Keith Oswalt: Shut up.
The arena goes dark as Hero by Skillet blares from the sound system, smoke and pulsing lights fill the entrance ramp. Justin Kaard runs in, fists pumping into the air. Going from one side of the ramp to another Justin raises his fists in salute to the crowd. Walking half way down the ramp, Justin pumps his fists into the air again, this time crossing them at the wrist. Holding the pose he breaks away into a sprint and leaps from the floor to the ring apron. Passing between the ropes Justin runs up the far turnbuckle, pausing on the second rope with his arms outstretched, he pumps his fists into the air again crossing them at the wrist. Climbing to the top turnbuckle, Justin jumps onto the mat and sprints for the opposing turnbuckle. Justin runs to the top turnbuckle and slowly raises a single fist. Holding it up in salute to the fans, he plants his feet on the top turnbuckle and back flips onto the mat. Moving to the back of the ring, Justin crouches on top of the turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 175 pounds, Justin Kaard!
As the bell rings, Stephen Callaway charges at Justin Kaard, who in response leap frogs over Callaway. Standing up, Callaway stands behind Justin Kaard before dropping him to the mat with a hangman neckbreaker. Holding his neck as he hit’s the mat, Kaard sits down as Callaway gets back to his feet and delivers a stiff kick to the back of Kaard’s head. After doing this, Callaway flips over Kaard and grabs his neck, sending his head into the mat. After doing this, Callaway goes for a quick cover, 1... Kick out! After the quick kick out, Callaway gets back up to his feet relatively quickly and whips Kaard to the ropes. Running towards Kaard, just as Kaard hit’s the ropes and faces Callaway, Callaway nails him with a huge snork (spear)!
Keith Oswalt: This match has been all Callaway so far!
Eric Witz: Did you expect anything different? The man from Calsi, can’t be beat!
Keith Oswalt: You really, really shouldn’t be my commentating partner.
Not going for a cover after hitting the spear, Callaway lifts Kaard back up to his feet and puts him in a side headlock. Pushing Callaway away from him, Justin Kaard throws Callaway back to the ropes and as Callaway bounces off the ropes and back towards Justin Kaard, he nails him with a shoulder tackle. Falling to the mat, Kaard quickly hops back to his feet, but as he does that, Callaway hit’s the ropes again and nails a lariat on the back of Justin Kaard’s head. Falling to the mat after taking the lariat, Callaway quickly pounces on top of him and locks him into a front chancery. Holding the lock in tightly, Callaway gets up onto his arms to add even more pressure while going vertical from the ring. After doing this, Callaway finally drives his knee down into the back of Kaard’s head, attempting to knock him out with the strike. Repeating this maneuver, Stephen Callaway again goes vertical before striking Kaard in the head with his knee. As the ref asks Kaard if he quits, no response is given, but before the ref can rule it a technical knock out, Callaway lifts Kaard up to his feet.
Keith Oswalt: Kaard is out! Call the match ref!
Eric Witz: Are you kidding? It’s Calsi time!
After lifting Kaard to his feet, Callaway locks Justin Kaard into the Cal mission (Tazzmission)! Rearing back before dropping to the mat and grapevine the hold, Callaway squeezes against Kaard’s neck before the referee is forced to call for the bell, ruling Kaard is unable to compete.
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, at 3 minutes and 3 seconds, by referee decision, Stephen Callaway!
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 20:00:17 GMT -5
Backstage, following his dominate victory over Justin Kaard, Stephen Callaway can be seen walking. Walking towards Jeremy Sterling’s office, Callaway remembers the last time he had entered his office he was berated for his word usage and demands, but despite this, he barges in the room anyways, looking at Sterling. Looking up and seeing Stephen Callaway, Jeremy Sterling shakes his head before asking Callaway what he needs.
Jeremy Sterling: Any reason you’re in my office, even after I told you three weeks ago to never barge in here again?
Stephen Callaway: I want Flanagan.
Jeremy Sterling: You fought him two weeks ago and lost, why should you get another shot at him?
Stephen Callaway: He’s a joke of a wrestler and doesn’t deserve to be in the same company as me. All he’s doing is making your promotion look like a joke and driving potential fans and wrestlers away from wanting to have anything to do with Kingdom of Pride.
Jeremy Sterling: Oh really? Because, as far as I’ve seen, he’s seemed to be relatively successful so far.
Stephen Callaway: He doesn’t belong here!
Slamming his hands on Jeremy’s desk, Stephen Callaway breathes furiously at Jeremy.
Jeremy Sterling: Get your hands off my desk.
Speaking in a stern voice, Jeremy Sterling watches as Callaway shakes his head no, refusing to remove his hands from the desk.
Stephen Callaway: Give me my match.
Jeremy Sterling: You know what Callaway? As much as your antics have driven me absolutely insane, and as much as I don’t want to give you what you want, your defiance, your intensity, it all screams one thing.
Stephen Callaway: Oh really, what’s that?
Jeremy Sterling: Syndicate champion.
His eyes widening, Stephen Callaway remains silent as he waits for Jeremy to explain himself.
Jeremy Sterling: So you know what? At Autumn Annihilation, I’m going to give you what you want. At Autumn Annihilation, in a hardcore match, you will be taking on Kid Flanagan, however this time the stakes will be higher. You want to prove that Flanagan doesn’t belong? I’ll give you that chance. At Autumn Annihilation it will be you and Kid Flanagan for the Syndicate championship, you win, you become the Syndicate champion, you lose, and Kid Flanagan proves that he truly does belong in Kingdom of Pride.
Grinning that he has a championship match and the opportunity to kill Flanagan, Callaway nods his head at Jeremy Sterling before finally leaving his office.
Jeremy Sterling: I hope he kills Flanagan.
After saying this, the scene finally fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 20:00:46 GMT -5
Opening to the backstage arena, Alex Avice can be seen standing next to P.K. Jacob-Sterling.Alex Avice: At this time, I am joined by P.K. Jacob-Sterling. Last week, we saw you and Obscene both go to a double count-out. Despite having not defeated Obscene, not beating him last week definitely was a step back compared to handing Johnny Noble his first loss in Kingdom of Pride. Any thoughts on the situation? P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Last week sucked. I should have had Obscene beat, but he got lucky and was able to pull my leg to keep me out of the ring because he was too afraid to lose. I bet if we ever had a rematch, I’d beat him, blindfolded and with one arm tied behind my back.  : I wouldn’t be so confident. From off-screen a voice can be heard. Coming onto the camera, across from P.K. Jacob-Sterling, a tall man looks down at Sterling, looking in his eyes. Never one to quiet down, Sterling bluntly asks the man who he is.P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Who’re you? : I’m your opponent next week, Steven Martyn. Perhaps you should do a little studying instead of running your mouth. P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Perhaps you should shut the hell up. Steven Martyn: I’d be glad to keep quiet and pound your face in, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing next week. Before Sterling is able to talk back to Martyn, Martyn walks off the screen as Sterling looks at Avice.P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Just who does that guy think I am, interrupting my interview time? After saying this, Sterling rolls his eyes as he walks off the screen and the scene fades out.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 20:01:23 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 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: The following match-up is a singles match scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 185 pounds, and hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota…Kid Flanagan!
Keith Oswalt: As odd as he’s been, Kid Flanagan has been quite a force thus far, defeating Taylor Jones last week. However, it’s also made him the target of Stephen Callaway, a man determined to gain his spotlight here in Pride.
Eric Witz: Well, maybe being beaten to a pulp by Adam Abel will do him some good!
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 cheers come down upon him.
Ike Rose: And his opponent, weighing in at 185 pounds, and hailing from Boston, Massachusetts…Adam Abel!
Keith Oswalt: I don’t like this new mindset Adam Abel has adopted as of late. He and Christian Kane have been making a fool out of Valiant Champion Chris Hart, thinking there’ll be no repercussions!
Eric Witz: He’s performing consistently, meaning he’s not pissing off Mr. Noble. I’d say he’s all set.
Keith Oswalt: He walked out of his match with Chris Strike and Josh Eagles! How do you justify that?!?
Eric Witz: Err…the match is starting!
The bell rings, and both Kid and Abel begin to circle about one another. They go to lock u-p, but Abel slides behind Kid, locking his hands around his waist. Abel then slams his fists into Kid’s back, sending him against the ropes, as Abel yells various obscenities at him. He then Irish Whips Kid off the ropes, but Kid returns with a running forearm! Abel is amazed by his speed as he stands up, clearly irritated as Kid flexes his chest muscles. The two then lock up again, and Abel gets the advantage, kicking Kid down, but Kid quickly kips up, and hits an arm drag on Abel to take him down. Abel gets up, and runs at Kid, who jumps up, and gets in an hurricurana position on Abel, before sliding behind him, in a flipping pin…
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2…
Kickout by Abel!
Both men get up, and Abel goes for a clothesline, but Kid ducks it and floors him with The Kid Kick (Super Kick)! Abel stands up, as the crowd cheers for Kid…and Abel begins to walk down the stage again, clearly pissed off! However, he’s stopped…as Josh Eagles steps out onto the stage!
Keith Oswalt: Adam Abel wanted to walk out AGAIN, but Josh Eagles is going to make sure that doesn’t happen!
Eric Witz: This is illegal! Eagles shouldn’t be obstructing justice out here!
The referee’s count continues as the two men stare one another down. Abel snarls, before getting back in the ring. As he gets up, Kid runs at him, but Abel catches him with a wicked kick to the side of the head. Kid stumbles about dazed, before Abel jumps off the ropes, hitting Kid with a high roundhouse kick! Abel looks over at Eagles, before lifting up Kid, and hitting him with a few chops. He turns back to look at Josh one last time, but the distraction gives Kid enough time to pull down the ropes, and send Abel to the floor below! Wasting little time, Kid then uses the ropes to send him over the top rope, hitting a crossbody on Abel! Both men are down, and slowly get up. Kid grabs Abel, and tosses him into the ring. Kid tries to get up on the apron, but as he does, Abel slams into him, nearly knocking him off. Abel then pulls Kid into the ring, before hitting him with a Swinging Side Inverted Neckbreaker. Abel pins him…
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2…
Kickout by Kid!
Abel looks over, and Eagles is now ringside. Both men stare one another down, before Abel lifts up Kid, who sends a few shots into the stomach of Abel. They get stronger and stronger, until Kid jumps up, and hits a knee strike on Abel! Abel stumbles around, and Kid grabs him, Irish Whipping him into a turnbuckle, but Abel reverses it. Abel charges him, but Kid brings his foot up, kicking Abel in the face. He then hops up on the turnbuckle, and jumps off, hitting a huge dropkick on Abel! Kid then tries to lock in D Tapper (Walls of Jericho), but Abel kicks him off, sending Kid through the ropes and to the floor below. Abel looks at Josh, who is super close, and the two begin to mouth off!
Keith Oswalt: Abel is so distracted he can’t focus on this match at all!
Eric Witz: Well…that’s Josh’s fault!
Abel doesn’t even seem to notice Kid getting back into the ring. He then charges Kid, but Kid lifts him up, and drops Abel with the Kid Wins (FU)! Kid quickly goes for the pin…
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3!
Ike Rose: Here is your winner, with a time of 6 minutes and 4 seconds…Kid Flanagan!
Eric Witz: What?!? Bullshit!
Keith Oswalt: Kid Flanagan defeated Adam Abel, and Eagles never laid one finger on Abel!
Kid quickly rolls out of the ring, and slaps hands with Eagles, who is focused on Abel, who looks up, almost possessively evil at Eagles. The scene fades to black.
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 20:01:52 GMT -5
Backstage Der Krieg Maschinen are entering the arena prior of their big matchup against Chris Strike and Josh Eagles. As the backstage workers stop to stare, as has become tradition as the men roam the hallways, Kurt Noble pops his head out of the KoP offices.
Kurt Noble: “Miss Reinhardt, may I speak with you for a moment?”
Kaja Reinhardt pauses and looks up at the two giants, unsure of whether or not she should leave them unattended.
Kurt Noble: “Somba and Balraj are welcomed, too.”
Kaja merely nods and motions for the giants to follow her into the office. Noble’s normally spacious work environment seems ten times smaller due to the two gigantic men crowded around the doorway.
Kurt Noble: “Miss Reinhardt, I’ve noticed that your men have quite the knack for showing people the door…”
Kaja Reinhardt: “Showing them the door?”
Kurt Noble: “It’s an American expression. Basically, after competitors fight with the Maschinen, they aren’t seen again.”
Kaja Reinhardt: “I am sorry, Mr. Noble. I have tried to teach them restraint…”
Kurt Noble: “Oh, no, no. It’s quite alright. I was just wondering if you and your men would be interested in helping Jeremy and myself undertake a cleaning project.”
Kaja Reinhardt: “Cleaning…how?”
Kurt Noble: “When Jeremy and I feel that a roster member is cashing it in and not pulling his own weight, or if someone was putting forth minimal effort for maximum paychecks, we would be honored if we could place them in the ring with the Maschinen to test how they could hold up against two monsters like Somba and Balraj.”
Kaja Reinhardt: “You want us to….finish them?”
Kurt Noble: “Precisely, Miss Reinhardt. After all, your men seem to enjoy dealing out punishment to people who don’t put forth their best efforts.”
Kaja smiles and turns towards her men. The lumbering giants don’t have an expression or hint that they follow the conversation. She turns back to Noble and offers a handshake.
Kaja Reinhardt: “Mr. Noble, you have yourself a deal.”
Kurt Noble: “Excellent, Miss Reinhardt. This will be a very successful arrangement.”
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 20:02:32 GMT -5
The camera fades to backstage, where Alex Avice is waiting with a microphone in hand.
Alex Avice: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is the #1 Contender to the Valiant title…Christian Kane!
The camera shifts over to CK, who blows a kiss to the camera.
Christian Kane: The dudes can screw off, it’s only the ladies whose attention I want.
Alex Avice: That’s, uh…nice. Anyway, last week, you and Chris Hart had quite a few problems in communication. What exactly were you trying to tell the world before Chris Hart interrupted?
Christian Kane: Doesn’t matter now Adam. Or Andy. Or whatever. All that matters now is what you here now. Listen for it…
CK extends his ear, but Alex is confused.
Alex Avice: Uh, I don’t hear anything…
Christian Kane: Exactly! Sweet silence baby! Hart’s off wrestling in some basement in Japan while four sweaty dudes watch. It’s what the internet geeks call “pure indy awesomeness.” That means tonight, Chris Hart isn’t here to bitch all over my screen time. Meaning, it’s all CK, every day, 24/7!
Alex Avice: It’s only a two hour program…
Christian Kane: Same difference. Anyway, next week Andrew is the week before Autumn Annihilation, and quite frankly, I know Pride’s wetting itself just waiting for me to take the title off that personality thief. It’s what they all want, and quite frankly, if you want it, CK’s got it. You know what I’m sayin’? Didn’t think so. I don’t have a match next week, but you bet your freshly turned 18 ass that this show’s still about me. I’m the whole damn show, and the after party! And the post-after party too!
Alex Avice:…What?
Christian Kane: Keep up dipshit. Next week, when Hart gets back from homo-sumoville, I’m going to prove once, and for ALL, why I’m going to be Valiant Champion. Oh…oh yes baby. CK out, bitch.
CK exits, as Alex stands there, utterly confused.
Alex Avice: Uh…back to you?
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Post by Kirk Noble on Aug 29, 2010 20:04:38 GMT -5
"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: The following is a tag team match-up, scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in 195 pounds, and hailing from Oshawa, Ontario…Josh Eagles! Keith Oswalt: Eagles has already made his presence known tonight with Adam Abel, but can he really stand up against The Krieg? Eric Witz: Short answer? No. Long answer? Hell no. They’re monsters! 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 tag team partner, weighing in at 205 pounds, and hailing from São Paulo, Brazil…”The God of Thunder” Chris Strike! ”Now, I am become Death. The destroyer of Worlds.” Keith Oswalt: Strike honestly looks in bad shape after being assaulted earlier by Johnny Noble. Eric Witz: He'll survive. You can't kill a God, you know. Keih Oswalt: Actually, you...nevermind. *The the words of Oppenheimer finish and the slow, melodic beat of “Warriors of the World” fills the arena, the giants Somba and Balraj enter through the curtain. Their manager and trainer, Kaja Reinhardt is in tow, drilling the men with their game plan in her native German tongue. The crowd watches in awe as the two behemoths enter the ring. They waste no time taunting. They don’t acknowledge the crowd. They’re ready to brutalize the opposition.* Ike Rose: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 70 pounds…Somba and Balraj… Der Krieg Maschinen! Keith Oswalt: These two men are just…something else. They’ve massacred everyone they’ve faced thus far. Kurt Noble seems to believe they’re the “standard” of Pride, and seems to want to test the roster against them! Eric Witz: Test meaning be slaughtered, in this situation. The tag team match begins with Somba and a rather hesitantStrike circling about. Somba goes in for the lock-up, but Strike moves behind him, locking his hands around his waist. Somba fires back with a massive elbow, sending Strike stumbling back. However, before Somba can turn, Strike jumps forward, and begins to hit him with a few kicks, before running against the ropes, and rebounds…right into the thumb spike on Somba! Strike falls, before being lifted up by his throat, and into the air, before being dropped mercilessly by Somba. After lifting Strike to his feet, Somba tags in Balraj, who gets in the ring. Balraj effortlessly throws some punches on Strike, and goes for a clothesline, but Strike ducks, and jumps way up, hitting a palm strike on the face Balraj! Strike then runs against the ropes, and goes for a one handed bulldog…but Balraj’s height and power allow him to push Strike in midair, sending him painfully against the canvas. Balraj then lifts up Strike, and hears Eagles yell out at him. With no emotion in his eyes, Balraj lifts Strike into the air, and throws him into Eagles, making them collide with a tag! Keith Oswalt: Innovative tag from the beast known as Balraj! Eric Witz: These two are weeding through the roster like…well, a weed eater! Keith Oswalt: Clever. You and your dialogue coach must get along quite well. Eagles is able to hold onto the apron, but Balraj, using one hand, forces him into the ring. He twists Eagles arm, before tagging Somba back in. Both men lift up Eagles, and drop him with a double spinebuster! Eagles crawls into a corner, trying to recover, as Somba takes his position. Somba then charges Eagles, and jumps, trying to hit him with a headbutt…but Eagles dodges, making Somba collide headfirst with the turnbuckle! The crowd cheers as Eagles then begins to hit Somba with a flurry of right hands, actually stunning the monster. Somba pushes him away, but Eagles ferociously charges him again, driving a knee into the big man’s stomach. The knee stuns Somba enough that he falls to the canvas, and Eagles covers him… 1… 2… Kickout by Somba! Keith Oswalt: I do believe Josh Eagles is the first person to ever get a pinfall attempt on Somba here in Pride! Eric Witz: If he keeps irritating Somba, he might be the last… Eagles stomps down on Somba, before tagging Strike in. Strike runs in, and quickly hits a Shining Wizard on Somba to keep him down! After a moment of rest, Strike lifts up Somba, and Irish Whips him, but it’s reversed, causing Strike to rebound right into a spinebuster from Somba! Somba then lifts up Strike, and pushes him into his own corner, choking him with both hands as Balraj watches on. He then tags in Balraj, who continues on with the shots, before hitting massive open handed chops on Strike, easily sending him to the canvas below. Balraj then tries to lift up Strike for a two handed chokeslam, but Strike wiggles about in midair, and turns the move into a sleep slam on Balraj! Strike is now desperately crawling towards his own corner, and manages to tag in Eagles, who runs in and hits Balraj with a kick to keep him down. Eagles then lifts up Balraj, and goes for a Codebreaker, but Balraj uses his tremendous strength to hold Eagles in air!!! He then runs forward, slamming Eagles right into the turnbuckle! Balraj hits a few elbows on the clearly exhausted Josh Eagles, before tagging in Somba. Somba runs in the ring, shoves Eagles into the corner, before charging him. Eagles moves, and as Somba stumbles back, Eagles hits him with a backcracker! Both men are lying in the ring, and Eagles uses the ropes to pull himself up…before grabbing Balraj, and trying to lock in the Walls of Joshico (Liontamer)! However, Somba kicks him off, right into Strike, tagging him in! The crowd cheers as Strike hops in, and hits a rolling wheel kick on Somba, before turning around, and nailing Balraj with a huge kick! Strike turns back around, and ducks a clothesline, instead nailing Somba with a roundhouse kick. Somba tries to get up, but Strike locks in a full nelson, and goes for the Relâmpago (Full Nelson Lungblower)…but Somba instead falls back, crushing Strike with a pin… 1… 2… 3-Kickout by Strike! Keith Oswalt: Somba almost killed Strike by falling on him! Eric Witz: Looks like someone will be joining Tommy Hargrove on the Atkins diet… Somba stands over Strike, who looks nearly unconscious. Strike gets up, and Somba goes for a thumb to the neck, but Strike ducks and the referee gets taken out instead! The crowd cheers as there’s no longer any control in the ring! Almost as if on cue, Adam Abel comes running through the crowd, unknown to Josh Eagles, who is eagerly awaiting a tag! Abel grabs Eagles by the leg, and pulls him down, before hammering on him relentlessly! Keith Oswalt: Adam Abel is screwing Josh Eagles and Chris Strike!!! And no one’s around to do anything about it! Strike looks confused, as there’s no one around to tag, and he turns around, he’s hit with a huge brain chop from Balraj! He and Somba wordlessly exchange a glance, before lifting up Strike, just as a new referee runs down! Balraj drops Strike, who gets hit with the spike thumb combo (Blitzkrieg Bomb)!!! Somba pins Strike… 1… 2… 3! Ike Rose: With a time of 11 minutes and 14 seconds, here are your winner…Somba and Balraj… Der Krieg Maschinen! The Krieg wastes little time in leaving the ring, but the center of attention is still on Abel and Eagles, who are brawling at ringside! Security rushes down, and begins to break them papart as Kurt Noble walks onto the stage!Kurt Noble: That is ENOUGH gentlemen! The two are broken apart, as Noble grimaces at them both.Kurt Noble: You know, it seems every time I stick you two in a ring together, you avoid one another, and when I pull you apart, you try and kill one another. Well, Pride is fed up with it. So I'm going to solve this little space problem. At Autumn Annihilation, the two of you are going to face off. But, just to make sure there's no more running, and to make sure there are no third parties involved, you two are going to face off....in a cage match! The crod goes wild, but Eagles and Abel are still more interested in one another.Kurt Noble: I'd fight hard if I were eithger of you. Your contracts here could depend on it... Noble smiles, as the scene, and Oblivion, fades to black...
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: I wouldn’t be so confident.