Kyle Crosby

Basic Information
Name
James Kwiatkowski
Ring Name
Kyle Crosby
Nicknames
The Canadian Cobra
The Cobra Commander
The New Icon of CWA
The Choice Of A New Generation
Black Skull(in Japan)
Date Of Birth (Age)
June 15 1989 (22)
Hometown
London, Ontario, Canada
Currently Residing
Baltimore, Maryland
Height
5'10"
Weight
195 lbs

Wrestling Information
Gimmick
A well rounded technical wrestler with a multiple personality disorder. He often gets fiction confused with reality and confuses his life with that of movie & cartoon/comic book villains. On one hand he's spastic & unpredictable, on the other he's over confident, egotistical, and narcissistic. At times he can seem completely heartless and insane, while he can also be rather genuine and comedic.
Disposition
Heel
Wrestling Style
Submission Specialist/Technical/Brawler
Wrestling Abilities
Technical-1, Brawling-2, Speed-3, Charisma-4, Power-5
Submission Finisher(Primary Finishing Move)
Cobra Stretch-Hammerlock legsweep DDT into an arm trap cross legged STF
Signature Moves
Canadian Venom-Rolling Cutter
The Red Scare-Lifting Falling Reverse DDT
Black Death-Pumphandle Reverse Piledriver
Inverted Brainbuster
Multiple kicks to the chest & face followed by frankensteiner
Signature Submission Moves
Thumb lock with foot applied to opponents throat
Hammerlock sleeper
Crosslegged stranglehold
High angle boston crab
Common Strike Moves
Standing dropkick
Open palm slap
European undercut
Back body chops
Punch & elbow combinations
Stomping singled out body parts
Common Moves
Snap suplex
German suplex(sometimes w/bridge)
Fishermans twisting neckbreaker
Double underhook backbreaker
Suplex lifted sitout jawbreaker
Leg hook belly to back suplex
Half nelson suplex
Russian leg sweep(often transitioned into as submission move)
Belly to belly suplex
Northern lights suplex(sometimes w/bridge)
firemans carry slam
arm trap neckbreaker
crossface chickenwing(sometimes w/body scissors)
Jumping hammerlock twisted into a short ranged lariat
Reverse headlock, followed by elbows to the chest

Signature Taunts/Poses
Kyle constantly smiles or glares(as a heel) at various audience members and the camera.

Tendencies
Kyle is a submission specialist and sound technical worker. What he lacks in power & size against bigger opponents he makes up for in speed & ability. He is known for being able to withstand a lot of punishment, and loves to play possum. However many opponents under estimate his strength, and by the time they've realized their mistakes he has them locked in a submission hold. Crosby loves being able to out smart his opponents and inflict extreme physical damage. If you show any type of weakness or flaw, he'll waste no time in meticulously & viciously picking you apart. He doesn't like to use weapons, but will if It's necessary. Referees will usually have to yell at him several times to release as submission hold even after the bell has been rung.
Update: With Kyle's return, his actions and demeanor have changed slightly. Less negative and a little more reception to his peers and fans, the Canadian Cobra seems less focused on hurting other for the sheer pleasure of doing, and is more focused on winning essentially.

Catchphrase
"You'll know why I'm called the Cobra when you get a taste of that Canadian Venom!"

"I only want to be recognized for the truth..and that's just how good I actually am."

"It's not about you or them, IT'S ABOUT ME!"

"I am "the New Icon" of this business!"

Previous Experience
Wrestled all throughout Middle & High school. Won various tournaments with the Ontario Amateur Wrestling Association(OAWA) as well as several tournaments in Calgary as well. When he turned eighteen, Kyle relocated to Calgary where he trained with Larry Stern at his wrestling academy. After graduating the school he wrestled shortly for New Calgary Wrestling Association(NCWA). He would then travel to the UK to make appearances in various promotions, which led to him being contacted by Japan Pro United(JPU). There he became a one time junior JPU tag team champion, a two time junior JPU heavyweight champion, and also won the annual JPU Young Stars Cup. This would gain the attention of CWA employee Jack Adams, and Crosby later signed with the promotion.

Current Partner
None

Past Known Associates
Guardian Devil - Making his return to CWA on the night of Five Star Attraction, Kyle heard GD was looking for a partner. So the two teamed up to defeat the Gang Stars and become the new tag team champions.

Jason Blair - The man who Kyle had some what brain washed into following and obeying his every command. Attempted to abuse his size and power for his own doings.

Jay Walters & Hade Mckenzie - Two lower card tag team wrestlers who Crosby took under his wing, and used as additional security, back up, and muscle.

Appearance
In-Ring Attire
Short red or white tights with his signature Canadian Cobra logo on them somewhere. Often has his name is on the back in GI Joe font.
(Also comes to the ring with a Canadian flag on a hockey stick at times)
Non-Wrestling Attire
Before matches, usually a red/white track suit (w/logo & name on back).
Likes to wear expensive custom fit suits.
Also wears a full body suit and mask similar to the Cobra Commander.
When not wearing his usual outfits, he often dresses in various styles and costumes according to which fictitious character is influencing him.

Picture
Robert Roode




Theme Song
Theme:
"Seizure Of Power" By Marilyn Manson

Introduction
You might say he has a few screws loose, well that's probably putting it lightly. Raised in a foster home as a kid, Kyle never knew his real parents. Due to that and his living arrangements, he grew up with extreme resentment to anyone and everything around him. Getting involved in lots of fights early on, he eventually took up wrestling as a way to channel his aggression. With various mental disabilities that would normally hold him back or makes things hard for him, he was able to stay focused and completely submerge himself into his training. Quickly becoming one of the most talented youngsters at his school, Kyle started becoming really self absorbed. Due to various bumps and knocks that he sustained to his head, many feel this has worsened his "condition". In that sometimes he has a really hard time differentiating what is real, not real, or what is right or wrong. A bit of a basket case and hot head at times, what you see with Kyle isn't always what you get. He thoroughly enjoys picking his opponents apart and makes sure they know he enjoys it. Where he goes from here isn't really certain. Kyle himself might or might not even know.

"Sometimes...one's self can be one's own enemy. But I know myself better then anyone in this world possibly ever could. It's not me I would be worried about. IT'S ALL OF YOU! Everyone else is more messed up then I am. I'm not the one who makes the world a bad place, but I can certainly inspire everyone to be better whether they like it or not. I only want to be recognized for the truth..and that's just how good I actually am."

Biography
James Kyle Kwiatkowski was born on June 15 1989, in Saint Thomas outside of London Ontario Canada. Being of Polish decent, he was the second child and first son of wrestling veteran Edward "The Creeper" Kwiatkowski.
As a child, it was determined early on that young James was notably different from other children his age. Often teased and tormented, early on he was prone to violence and got in much trouble at school. With his father constantly away from home, and his mother abusing alcohol, James became not only distant from others but his family as well. What little interaction he did have with his father, was always bad as he too was a victim of alcohol as well as pain killers. In 1997 when James was eight, his mother died in a automobile accident related to her drinking. He was later moved into an orphanage where he lived out his teenage years.
No longer in contact with his father or older sister, aside from the obvious mental trauma, the seeds of pro wrestling had been planted in his mind. At the age of 12 James went out for his junior high school's wrestling team. Immediately taking to the sport, he began to block everything else out in his life, and focus everything completely on exercise, training, and wrestling.
By high school he was competing in various wrestling tournaments affiliated with the Ontario Amateur Wrestling Association(OAWA) to which he had various wins throughout his last three year in high school. James also competed in and won several tournaments in Calgary, Alberta. After graduating and turning 18, James temporarily moved to Calgary where joined former professional wrestler Larry Stern's wrestling academy. The school was a 12 month program, and James passed with flying colors. Stern claimed that he was one of the most promising students he had ever had the privilege to work with.
Soon after James took on the name(that he is now know by) Kyle Crosby, as he wanted to distance himself from his fathers name. He then wrestled quite a number of local shows with(then, the small time promotion) New Calgary Wrestling Association(NCWA).
Not long after that he traveled to the UK and wrestled in various promotions, this led to Kyle being contacted by Japan Pro United(JPU). Where he would take on the character and persona of "Black Skull". He worked in JPU for just over 10 months, becoming a one time junior JPU tag team champion, a two time junior JPU heavyweight champion, and also won the prestigious-annual JPU Young Stars Cup by defeating the popular and established Hotaka "The Griffin" Daiki.
Not long after this, Crosby was contacted by Jack Adams about working in CWA. Realizing the great opportunity before him, Kyle accepted the offer and relocated to Baltimore Maryland. Not long after that he made his debut on the 4/20/10 edition of High Voltage, where he was eliminated from a ten man battle royal. The rest is history.

Logo

Last Updated Profile-11/16/10

5/4/10 High Voltage Promo:

Coleman: Timothy Coleman here with the latest, as I welcome Kyle Crosby. Kyle?

Crosby: Yes Tim I know what you're gonna say, in fact I even know what you're thinking right now. It's quite simple really as all my fans are thinking the same thing.

Coleman: Oh really? And just what might that be?

Crosby:*Kyle talks in a sarcastic whiny voice*
"How come you weren't able to win that battle royal Kyle? How come you you were eliminated by some no name pencil neck like Trent Wheeler? Kyle....what happened?"

Coleman: Now that you mentioned it, that was one of several things that crossed my mind there Kyle.

Crosby: THAT'S MR. CROSBY TO YOU!

Coleman: Yeah um, my bad.

Crosby: YEAH! Yeah, it is YOUR BAD! You will, address me as Mr. Crosby, as I am your superior! How do you even keep your job? You don't seem any better than whoever attempted to do what you're doing the other week!

Coleman: Well I-

Crosby:*cuts Tim off* Enough! Just shut it, enough of my time has been wasted on your presence. Just hold the mic and listen!

*Coleman nods, frustrated*

Crosby:*Kyle pullls the mic closer to his face*Trent Feeler, or whatever your name was. Don't you worry, I have a great memory and there's a time and place where we'll meet again and you'll get what's coming to you! As for the matters at hand. To all my fans out there that I let down, you don't need to be sad...as this is just a temporary setback. A minor speed bump while driving down the road if you will. But man will I soon you be rolling, and ladies if you hadn't noticed*motions at his physique* I roll in style!

*Coleman groans in disgust*

Crosby: It's alright Timmy boy, we can't all be as good looking or talented as me. So keep dreaming there buddy boy...and speaking of sleeping. The Problem Solver! *Kyle pauses, confused*
The Problem Solver? What kind of name is that? You haven't solved anyone's problems by showing your face around here. Sure I may have "lost" *makes quotations with fingers* that battle royal. But me losing was just a fluke, a mistake, a minuscule error(if you will) that will soon be corrected when I beat your sorry behind! You're probably in some bar somewhere at the moment hiding at the bottom of a beer bottle still scratching your head trying to figure out the problem of why you suck so much. Well I'm a quick learner and one heck of a teacher. I won't even bother to ask you if you know why I'm called the Cobra...but just as I mentioned sleep before, you'll soon be snoozing with out good ol'buddy Timmy here when I give you a lethal dose of that Canadian Venom-OH YEAH! *walks off*

Coleman: *still annoyed* Ladies and gentleman...that was, Kyle Crosby. Guys back to you.

5/18/10 High Voltage Promo:

Coleman: Timothy Coleman here on High Voltage*Kyle Crosby walks up along side Tim with a devious smirk on his face*, and I'm joined by none other then the Canadian Cobra..Kyle Crosby! Coming off from your first win on our last show, what are your thoughts Ky-*Kyle raises his eyebrow at Tim* er-Mr. Crosby?

Crosby: Good man Timmy boy! I see that you aren't as dumb as you sometimes present yourself and that you can in fact learn something! It's a good thing you remembered to address me as Mr.Crosby, otherwise I might have to remind you of your place and status! But seriously now, were you in the least bit surprised at last weeks match?

Coleman: Not at all Mr. Crosby, you were very fast and more than effective in your win against the Problem Solver. I'm sure all the fans were equally impressed.

Crosby: Impressed? Well yes, of course everyone was impressed. You must not have been able to take your eyes off of myself or the action going on in the ring, cause if you looked at all those fans around the arena you would have clearly saw that they were AMAZED!

Coleman: Yes, I'm sure they-*Kyle grabs the mic out of Tim's hand*

Crosby: Enough of that! If you want to praise me and remind everyone of how good I am and how much you love me, that's what the internet is for! I know you're a bit of a geek there Timmy, go ahead and blog it up with all my fans! Now...*clears throat and looks directly into the camera, now completely serious*
Roderick Kyle! I hope you're paying close attention wherever you are, on whatever high throne you're sitting on. Don't get anything twisted, we may share the same name of Kyle, but I guarantee that is all we have in common. But I'll go ahead and acknowledge your self proclaimed nickname: The Chosen One. Oh, oh you're right. You are absolutely right, you are in fact the chosen one...chosen to be my next defeated opponent on the path to greatness! Do you recall in the past when I spoke of a road, a certain road that I am traveling down? With twists and turns and pot holes and speed bumps here and there? You're just one more carcass along the side of the road that will be gone two months from now. You believe you are god's gift to wrestling huh? *Crosby laughs, then regains his serious composure*
I'm not gonna sit here and preach to you about religion. I'm sure you get enough of that at whatever church you have wrongfully made for yourself. I'm no man of faith, but I AM a man of truth and reason. I'm not gonna tell you that god isn't real, but I will promise you, that he won't be there to help you when you're in that ring with me. As soon as you step between those ropes, I am the ultimate hand in your judgment. But don't worry, the Canadian venom may be excruciating, but it is ruthless and quick. I'll let you taste enough to cleanse your soul, then I'll be on my way to meet my next victim. *shoves the mic into Coleman's hand* Put that in your sermon. *walks off*

Coleman: Ladies and gentleman, a recently victorious and surprisingly more serious Kyle Crosby. One can only look forward to his upcoming match with Roderick Kyle! Guys, back to you.

6/1/10 High Voltage Promo:

After Chaos and Falcon Hawk are helped to the back, the crowd pops as "Put It On" by Big L hits the speakers.

Dr. Jack Adams: Here comes Shawn Stargell ladies and gentlemen!

The music suddenly stops playing as "Picking Up The Pieces" by Go It Alone now plays over the speakers.

Dr. Jack Adams: My mistake, it looks like this was simply a ruse, as here comes Kyle Crosby.

The crowd boos as Kyle Crosby strolls out onto the entrance ramp decked out in his ring gear, sporting the Canadian colours of course. He motions to a CWA employee by the ramp, who then hands him a microphone. He goes to speak into the mic, but as he raises the mic the crowd boos even louder. After a brief pause, he then speaks anyway.

Kyle Crosby: You fans certainly sound happy to see me!

The crowd reacts with even more boos and yelling.

Dr. Jack Adams: He must not be listening to the same crowd I am!

Kyle Crosby: Before I address "you people", or anything else for that matter, something needs to be done. Cause something just isn't right, there's an ingredient missing here. Kyle scratches his chin. Oh yeah, can Timothy Coleman please come out here?!

Dr. Jack Adams: Crosby is requesting that, Timothy Coleman come out?

After a brief moment Timothy Coleman timidly walks out next to Crosby.

Kyle Crosby: Ah, perfect. Just the person I was looking for.

Coleman goes to speak but Crosby motions for him to stay silent.

Kyle Crosby: Don't speak dear Timmy boy, just do your dear old buddy Kyle a favour and hold this mic for me.

Dr. Jack Adams: Wow, cause that was necessary.

Coleman silently nods and holds the mic up so Crosby can speak hands free.

Kyle Crosby: Now then, I personally welcome all of you fans to the continuing journey down this long epic road that I have embarked on. First, you witnessed me "solve" a simple "problem" that was annoying the CWA faithful. More recently, you witnessed a supposed "chosen one" who would also fall victim to The Canadian Cobra. But come on now, really, was there ever any doubt in your minds?

Dr. Jack Adams: I can't say I was really excited, but he did pick up two big wins.

Kyle Crosby: Even though you people aren't exactly the brightest little light bulbs ever, you should know that unlike some others. I'm willing to take time out of my busy schedule to enlighten you. Are you stupid enough to think that this Shawn Stargell would come out here, let alone actually acknowledge you? Please, he is nothing more than a petty thug. Nothing more than a glorified criminal. He doesn't care about you, yet you blindly cheer for him anyway. All he cares about is money, himself, and oh wait let's see, um....money!

Dr. Jack Adams: Now who is Kyle Crosby to make a statement like that?

Kyle Crosby: Stargell, I hope with all that cash you have, that you're actually "paying" attention right now. You think you can just buy your way into this industry? You think you can purchase talent, and the natural charisma and ability that it takes to be successful in this business? You can put up a front, a proverbial smoke screen if you will. You can buy out the hearts of these cheap fans and trick them into thinking you're good.

The crowd really starts to boo now

Kyle Crosby: But even with all that money, YOU STILL KNOW THAT YOU'RE NOTHING! Lie to everyone else all you want, throw dollars in their faces, I see you for what you really are...and soon, everyone else will too. The Canadian Venom isn't just ruthless, effective, and deadly...It's the ultimate truth serum! I'll be sure to give you an extra dose just to clear your head, so you don't have anymore sick delusions of even considering the idea that you could ever make it as a wrestler. Then you can go on your merry little way, and be some floozy actor playing in cheesy movies.

Kyle finally stops talking much to the delight of the fans in attendance before heading to the ring as a dumbfounded Timothy Coleman shrugs and then walks off.

Dr. Jack Adams: Well folks, that was The Canadian Cobra Kyle Crosby with some very choice words for his next opponent: Shawn Stargell. The two should be having quite the match up next on High Voltage!

Hostile Takeover '10

Originally Posted by BenWah

The camera pans upward and we see Michelle Kelly walking in front of a motel walking towards the room at the end of the walkway.

Michelle Kelly: Hello everyone I'm Michelle Kelly here on location on the sunny beaches of Cape Town Africa! With a CWA dot com exclusive, I'm here to interview and talk with the young and upcoming Kyle Crosby! So let's go to his room and see what we can find out.

Michelle walks to the side of room 652 so that the doorway is in full view for the shot, and she knocks. The force of the knock has the door lightly swing open due to it not being closed fully, and we see Kyle Crosby shirtless doing push ups.

Michelle: So sorry to intrude here Kyle, I'm Michelle Kelly here on behalf of CWA dot com, can we have an interview?

Crosby finishes doing his set of push ups, slowly rises, and grabs a bottle of water from the top of a dresser as he walks towards Michelle covered in sweat.


Kyle Crosby: Who are you?

Michelle: I'm Michelle Kelly, lead interviewer for CWA.


Crosby: Where is Timothy Coleman?


Michelle: He's just the head interviewer for High Voltage.


Crosby: I would much rather him interview me for now on.


Michelle: I'll keep that in mind, you seem...upset. Is this a bad time?


Crosby: Actually yes, this is a bad time. But since you're already here, and you've already wasted enough of my time, we mine as well continue.


Michelle: Alright well do you want to sit down?

Kyle smirks at Michelle.

Crosby: Save the formalities and just get to it, I'd like to hurry this up, I'm already losing my patience with you.

Michelle gets upset, putting her hand on her hip, but she bites her lip then maintains her composure.

Michelle: What are your thoughts on your start here in CWA so far?

Kyle laughs a bit to himself.

Crosby: What did you or anyone else expect? In singles competition, I'm undefeated. Why is that do you think?

Kyle pauses waiting for an answer, but Michelle doesn't take the hint.

Crosby: It's amazing you're the "head interviewer", I'm asking you a question. But you know what, don't say anything else. Why is Kyle Crosby undefeated in singles competition? It's simple, I AM JUST THAT GOOD!

Michelle jumps at the sudden change in Kyles volume and demeanor. Kyle notices and seems to get some kind of sick amusement out of it.

Crosby: So many of you people, ESPECIALLY YOU "MICKIE", seem to doubt me. Or think that I don't have what it takes. WHAT IS IT WITH ALL OF YOU?! Is it because I'm so young, or that I'm shorter than most people? All of that means nothing. This isn't just a job or some random thing I decided to do, THIS IS MY LIFE!

Michelle timidly raises her arm. A big sadistic grin creeps across Kyles face as he gently touches and pushes her arm down.

Crosby: By all means, say what you have to say, ask what you want to ask. That is why you came here after all.

Michelle: How do you feel about your upcoming match at the Hostile Takeover pre show? You are one of many young talented wrestlers in that eight man survival match.

Kyle grabs the mic out of Michelle's hand. Completely ignoring her he angrily looks into the camera.

Crosby: ALRIGHT, this is for everyone who's listening, cause this is the "CWA dot com exclusive" or so I've been told. Like I was saying before, THIS IS MY LIFE! This isn't something I just do as a hobby or because I can. I was born with the talent, charisma, and ability to go to the top! I just happened to realize this sooner then other people do or possibly ever will. Am I unappreciated and under rated? YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I AM! Just the fact that I'm on the under card, of the "PRE SHOW" shows you exactly what everyone thinks of me. Well you know what? It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, CAUSE YOU'RE ALL WRONG! We can't all be naturally gifted and smart like I am, so sometimes it takes a while for people to realize certain things and catch on. That's fine, if I was a weak minded fool I would have dropped out of this years ago. This life style isn't for everyone. But seriously, look at these other schmucks that shouldn't even have the right of being in the same ring with me.

Kyle pauses for a minute and takes a swig of water.

Crosby: Lately, all I've been hearing about is this Rolando Fuentes. TELL ME, why is this guy so impressive? What has he done? Oh, he thinks because he has experience in mixed martial arts, he can just enter a squared circle and suddenly be great? WRONG, HE IS DEAD WRONG, and that over hyped nothing will soon learn the error of his ways. Everyone that watches High Voltage will know exactly how I feel about Roderick Kyle and Shawn Stargell. On one hand we got the self proclaimed Jesus freak who says he is god's gift to wrestling. Well I already exposed him for the false profit that he really is. Then there's Stargell, an ex convict who suddenly gets himself a lot of money and thinks he can go toe to toe with someone like me. As well as Falcon Hawk? I don't even know how you get a dumb name like that, but OH LOOK! He's an ex convict too!

Kyle laughs sarcastically, but then showing frustration and anger gets serious again.

Crosby: Are you starting to see the pattern here? Just what possesses the mind of these losers to think they can do this as a career and be successful, AND WHY WOULD ANYONE HIRE THEM OR PAY THEM MONEY? Do CWA fans really want to see such low life scum? Then there's Chaos, some mask wearing freak who can hide his ugly looks..but he can't hide the fact that he has no talent or ability. Let's not forget Tony Hughes! Some backwater inbred redneck who thinks he's suddenly tough. Yeah that will be a challenge.

Kyle shoves the mic back in Michelle's hands. She slowly raises it to speak.

Michelle: You forget about Rikichet.

Crosby: What's that? I'm not even going to dignify that a response.


Michelle: I have a few more questions for you, if you don't mind?

Crosby: As a matter of fact "Misha" I do mind, and I've answered enough questions. All the people watching this have had their questions answered, and if this hasn't been enough for you. Be sure to tune in to the Hostile Takeover pre show, where you'll be left with no more doubts. The Canadian Cobra will dismantle and destroy everyone in his path, SO DON'T MISS IT KIDS!

Kyle then backs up and slams the door in Michelle's face. Michelle who is frustrated and angry looks at the camera.

Michelle: Ugh, and that CWA fans was Kyle Crosby. Be sure to watch Hostile Takeover June sixteenth, only on pay per view!

The shot fades into a parking lot, where we see a few cars parked here and there. The wind is blowing some trash around, you can make out some flyers, napkins, drink containers, and such. The camera slowly pans until you can see the arena in Casper Wyoming. Kyle Crosby then comes into view, sitting on a bench wearing cargo pants and a bomber jacket. He motions at the camera man to come closer.

Kyle Crosby: Pst...over here.

The camera zooms in on Kyle, he is sitting casually with one leg crossed over the other. His eyes are hidden behind sunglasses.

Crosby: That's right, It's Me...Kyle Crosby. The one and only. Who else would you expect to see in my position right now? Some talentless masked freak, who's name implies much more then what you'll actually see in a performance? Chaos? Or perhaps some nut job bible banger named Roderick Kyle, who he thinks he's a gift from a supposed god?

Kyle laughs a bit to himself, then pushing his sunglasses down a bit, cocks his head at the camera.

Crosby: Come on now, are you really that dumb and naive?

Kyle pauses for a moment, looking off into the distance. Then he smirks once again looking at the camera.

Crosby: Then again, you probably are. This is not a surprise to someone such as myself. But someone who was watching that eight man survival match knew how to see through the smoke screen, fog, haze-whatever metaphor you wanna use. That person is Orlando Maxwell. He is the one who exclusively selected me to stay here on High Voltage in the 2010 CWA draft, and It's that little gem of a decision that is gonna turn out to be his diamond in the rough so to speak. If you've paid any attention to my website, you'll know what I had to say regarding my loss at the Hostile Takeover preshow...and you'll also know that play time is over.

Kyle sits the sunglasses down on the bench and quickly stands up, looking directly into the camera with a devilish grin.

Crosby: Eddie Von Gunner! I'm not even going to ask how you got such a stupid name, but looking at you and your washed up career, It's pretty easy for me and practically anyone to come up with assumptions. Look around me.

Kyle motions at the deserted arena and empty parking lot.

Crosby: Look familiar to you? Well it should, these are the kind of turn outs you're used to getting. We all know how your failed music career has turned out.

Kyle pulls out a cd from a bag he had next to the bench.

Crosby: Look what I have here!

He waves the cd around in front of the camera a bit.

Crosby: I was actually able to track down and find one of your solo albums! Yeah, I know...I was surprised too! You can't find any of this crap on the internet. Ebay, Amazon, Craig's List, none of them had it. Cause no one ever bought it! I managed to find it at the bottom of a fifty cent bargain bin at some hole in the wall music store.

Kyle laughs sarcastically while tossing the cd onto the ground. You can here the plastic case crack.

Crosby: You call yourself top forty? If you're referring to the top forty worst acts of your forgotten generation than I completely agree and support your claim! Nobody remembers you, and nobody cares about you. I'm amazed that you even got a job here in CWA. I thought you would have been a perfect fit to be on some VH1 celeb-reality rehab show, but they probably had never heard of you either when you applied for that!

Kyle laughs again, then quickly gets serious.

Crosby: All jokes aside, YOU MAKE ME SICK! Sure I lost my match at the preshow, but at least I put up a damn good effort and gave the fans quite the show. How long did your match last like fifteen seconds? I don't even think you were able to get any offense in. Maxwell is doing the smart thing by considering me to be a contender for the X Fly championship. How your name even got brought up in the same sentence I'll never be sure, but YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED. Did you happen to catch any of my previous matches? It doesn't matter, cause you'll soon find out why I'm undefeated in singles competition! I'm gonna make you wish your so called career died out years ago around the same time your stupid hair cut went out of style. You lost your last match in fifteen seconds? Expect to lose this one in ten! EXPECT PAIN, EXPECT NO MERCY, AND YOU BETTER DAMN WELL EXPECT A LETHAL DOSE OF THAT CANADIAN VENOM!

Kyle puts his sunglasses back on, then walks off as the screen fades to black.

The scene opens to a fairly crowded bar & restaurant in Biloxi. Country music plays over the jukebox as a waitress walks past the camera delivering some drinks to a group of thirsty patrons. We move towards the back corner of the room next to the bar, where we see a table filled with plates of delicious looking food. Sitting in the booth devouring a half rack of bbq ribs is a well situated Kyle Crosby. He's so focused on the food that he doesn't even notice the camera at first.

Kyle Crosby:*looking up* Oh my, and just where are my manners?!

Crosby uses a napkin to wipe sauce from his mouth as he motions for the camera man to sit across from him at the booth.

Crosby: Please have a seat, have a seat!

Crosby laughs a bit to himself as he takes a big drink of water.

Crosby: Boy, that's some good eats. I tell you what! And booooy oh boy is that southern hospitality rubbing off on me like a good seasoned steak rub!

Crosby looks at the camera directly, still grinning deviously.

Crosby: What's that Ralph McCoy? I'm not gonna get a warm southern welcome from you? Pft, please...I have more class in my little finger then you do in every bone in your body!

He motions towards the food on the table.

Crosby: I'd offer for you to join me, but from what I've been told by the bartender...you were already here? So, you had a long rough night on High Voltage? Well...GET USED TO IT! This how things are going to be for a lot of unhappy individuals in CWA-who cross paths with the Canadian Cobra.
When you come to a fine little establishment like this, you're here for all the wrong reasons. For you this is something reminiscent of your home. It's a place where you can crawl into with open invitation, and you can drown away your sorrow and self pity in the bottom of a bottle. See me, I'm never welcome anywhere I go, I'm used to it. People see and realize me for exactly what I am, a legitimate all around threat. Do you feel uncomfortable when you're next to me in that locker room? What about when you walk by me at any given point in a day? Are you cautious or worried that I may strike at any moment? YOU DAMN WELL BETTER BE! Not only am I smarter, stronger, and more evolved then you, I'M JUST PLAIN BETTER!
You come here to water yourself down and waste away on something as meaningless as alcohol. I come here to feast and take in the ambiance of my soon to be fallen opponent, which I savor ever so much. In the past, you've heard me reference the fact that I am young, hungry, and out for blood...like the proverbial shark or lion waiting and stalking Its prey. Then you hear my nickname, and you laugh to try and solidify it as a joke in your mind. That's just your subconscious doubt and fear trying to aid you through this dangerous situation you've put yourself in.
Just like a snake with no eyelids, I sleep with my eyes open. I have no pity, sympathy, or remorse for my victims. I get a thrill and enjoyment out of squeezing the life out of my food, before I devour it then move on. You already got a taste of the Canadian Venom, It's already coursed through your veins and rendered you helpless.

Crosby motions towards the rest of the un-eaten food in front of him and smiles. He looks right into the camera.

Crosby: You know, what comes next...

The camera pans up as the scene fades to black.

We fade into a shot of a crowded walkway, where the are many people all outside in the hot sun. There are various cages & exhibits lined up in a row that kids all try to see into by standing on the tips of their toes. Adjacent to all of this is a frozen beverage stand, next to that is a bench under the shade of a big tree. Lacey is standing at attention and ready to speak.

Lacey: Hello everyone! I'm here on this beautiful afternoon, coming to you from the Maryland Zoo here in Baltimore.

An annoyed parent chases after a kid with a balloon as the camera pans slightly to the right. We see Kyle Crosby sitting comfortably on the bench in the shade of the tree. He is wearing sandals, cargo shorts, a bright red shirt with a Canadian flag, sunglasses, and is sipping on a cold drink. Lacey walks over to him.

Lacey: I am joining one of the most talked about up and coming young stars in CWA, the Canadian Cobra himself: Kyle Crosby!

Kyle tilts his head downward, sliding the sunglasses down his nose a bit. His gaze now fixated on Lacey.

Lacey: May I join you Mr.Crosby?

A big cocky grin creeps across Kyles face as he motions to her with the hand not holding the drink.

Kyle Crosby: By all means Lacey, do sit down with me here on this bench. It is such a scorcher out today, the shade and this drink are a lovely combination.

Lacey sits next to Kyle on the bench as he slightly adjusts himself so he's now facing her.

Lacey: I'll get right to it then.

Kyle chuckles to himself, still grinning.

Crosby: Good, I like my women fast and to the point.

Lacey frowns somewhat, but shrugs off the remark.

Lacey: On the July 13th edition of High Voltage, you had a singles match against Ralph McCoy. Care to explain in your own words what transpired?

Kyle takes a long sip from his drink then sits it next to him on the bench.

Crosby: I've heard various comments regarding that whole situation Lacey. A select few praise me for my actions, while the stubborn majority give me crap over what I did. Saying that I'm potentially throwing away my chances at the X-Fly championship.

Lacey: Well you did cheat-

Kyle raises his hand cutting her off, the smile gone from his face.

Crosby: Excuse me Lacey? Please keep your mouth shut for a moment, and allow me to explain.

Lacey pouts a little bit, her cheeks turning bright red as a bead of sweat runs down her brow.

Crosby: Did I use some type of illegal tactics or supposed "weapon"...

Kyle makes quotations with his fingers while emphasizing the word.

Crosby:..in my match? Maybe, maybe not. You can't prove anything.

Lacey: But the referee clearly saw-

Kyle once again cuts her off.

Crosby: That referee is a schmuck, and quite frankly I don't think he even deserves to have his job. It's true, whatever he claims he saw affected his ruling and the overall outcome of my match. But let's think about this and analyze the situation a little more shall we?

Kyle pauses, but Lacey stays quiet as she is getting annoyed.

Crosby: So I lost the match, big deal. I'm still ranked third in the X-Fly rankings, but who is the real winner in this situation? Look at this body baby.

Kyle motions towards his physique, Lacey just glares at him slightly looking away.

Crosby: Don't worry, you couldn't handle me anyway. No one can! Ranked second or not, what good is Ralph McCoy gonna be when he can't even stand up right? He thought he was all cute by coming out to the ring on a horse, well I'll give him a little bit of credit. He's gonna be needing that horse a lot more now. At the rate things are going for him, he'll be lucky just to make it to the next High Voltage let alone our next pay per view!

Lacey: On the July 27th High Voltage you'll be teaming up with CJ Franchise to take on not only Ralph McCoy, but the X-Fly champion himself Steve Ryan. However, all three of those men will be your opponents in a fatal four way match for the X-Fly title at Redemption!

Crosby: You think I don't know that? When it comes time for our tag match on High Voltage, I'll have no problems collaborating with CJ Franchise to weaken and beat down those other two losers. But don't get any misconceptions, because anytime CJ is in the ring you'll see me on the ropes taking notes.

Lacey: Don't you feel a little outnumbered or out matched knowing that all three men are basically against you?

Kyle loses his temper and composure, knocking his drink over and standing up looking down at Lacey angrily. Several bystanders take notice to his behavior and watch from afar.

Crosby: Haven't you paid any attention to anything that's been going on?! You think it matters, that I'll have to face three men at Redemption? The more the better, and why not make that fatal four way a ladder match while they're at it?! I am always outnumbered, and I am always considered an outcast and I always will be! In this world there are two kinds of people: Those that get stomped on, and those that do the stomping!

Lacey sinks a little bit into the bench, clearly startled and scared at this point. Kyle removes his sunglasses, he looks almost possessed. A little kid near by cries for his mommy.

Crosby: It's so convenient that we're here in this zoo, It's the perfect comparison to everything going on right now in CWA. We're all part of this animal kingdom, and we're all fighting to stay at the top of the food chain. I can't trust anyone but myself, I've known this and adapted this concept my whole life.Anywhere I go, It's survival of the fittest and people stabbing each other in the back. It's even more befitting since I'm the Canadian freaking Cobra! McCoy and Ryan are going to get themselves a harmful little taste of what is to come at Redemption. Mr. Franchise is safe for now but he better rest easy while he still can, cause he's gonna damn well get a taste of that Canadian Venom at some point whether he's ready or not!

Kyle puts his sunglasses back on and regains his composure. People lose interest and go back to looking at the various animals in their pens.

Crosby: This interview is over.

Kyle walks off, blending into the crowd of people as the camera pans upward and fades to black.

We cut to a shot of Orlando Maxwell with microphone in hand, walking down a backstage hallway. He looks a little nervous but ultimately is excited.

Orlando: "Greetings CWA fans, and welcome to the day of Redemption! I'm sure you've all been caught up in the hype of everything that is going on, and is planned to transpire, but tonight is a very huge night for us...to say the least!"

Orlando finally walks up to a specific dressing room, where the emblem on the front of the door is instantly recognizable. A huge red cobra with a Canadian maple leaf on the inside. He eagerly knocks on the door a few times. After a few moments, the word "ENTER!" booms from the other side. Orlando opens the door and slowly steps inside. What was once a normal locker room has been modified and outfitted to look almost like a war room or barracks of some sort. However the room is eluminated by a dark red light from the far corner, so It's hard to make out a lot of the surroundings. As he walks, he can see a dark masked figure standing behind a table at the the ready. The man is wearing an all black outfit that has the emblem on the chest. He then slowly extends a gloved hand outward motioning towards a chair that has been carefully placed in front of the table.

Masked figure: "Please, by all means Orlando Maxwell. Join me, have a seat...can I get you anything?"

Orlando is slightly afraid and confused, he swallows a bit then bravely responds.

Orlando: "No, no thank you. Mister?"

The figure laughs quietly to himself for a brief second then abruptly stops.

Masked figure: "Please Mr. Maxwell, don't insult my intelligence. You know exactly who I am, and I would hope you realize what you may have potentially gotten yourself into."

Orlando's eyes dart around the room nervously, scanning for any signs of a possible threat. But even with his eyes adjusting, It's still too dark to see anything clearly.

Orlando: "What, what are you talking about?"

Masked figure: "No more questions at this time."

Behind the masked man are detailed reports and information on a bulletin board, almost resembling a "battle plan" if you will. The man reaches into a file cabinet and pulls out three dossiers, which he then carefully places on the table. He casually motions for Orlando to pick one up. He does so, and inside the first dossier is various pictures as well as detailed information on Cj Franchise.

Orlando: "What exactly is the meaning of all of this, what is the purpose?"

Masked figure: "I've learned many valuable lessons throughout my life Mr. Maxwell. Many of which came with a hefty price. Regardless of the trials I have been through, one rule has always been essential."

Orlando pages through the file some more, then sets it down, still opened up.

Orlando: "Oh yeah, and what is that?"

The man does not speak at first, for he just stares at Orlando to the point where It's as if a chill sweeps through the room.

Masked figure: "Know your enemy Mr. Maxwell, and know him well. It did not start with Cj Franchise, but he will soon be a crucial factor in the end of two others. Cj and I actually have a few things in common whether you choose to believe that or not. However, where his strengths end, his weakness also begins. He is a wealthy man, young, talented in various ways, and very cocky...too cocky for his own good."

Orlando: "Well, to be honest not a lot of people like him."

Masked figure: "Yes, this a crucial element that fuels the fire to his weakness. He has every right to be cocky, given his talent and ability. But without the proper thought and control, this is just one of many tools that can be used to bring him down. Ultimately, he boasts about living a straight edge lifestyle, and that anyone who doesn't adhere to that is a parasite. There's another similarity. I can see the sense in keeping a healthy mind and body, but his number one priority isn't himself. It's the exact same parasites who he denounces. If he didn't care and didn't focus on everyone else so much, he might actually be a champion right now. So at the end of the day he poses no real threat to me, and he will simply be another instrument of destruction used by me. Then when he is done and has served his purpose, he will be discarded. Collateral damage if you will."

Orlando picks up one of the other files and starts to connect the dots in his head. He opens the dossier to see the same high level in-tel, but on Ralph McCoy. The man seems pleased and rubs his hands together.

Masked figure: "I'm glad you have selected that file next, for he is the next step to the process. Whatever I have said about Cj Franchise, Ralph McCoy is the opposite. Don't worry though, I haven't underestimated him in the least bit. This man is nothing but a shell, and in more ways than one. Sure he can put up a fight in a match or two once in a while. But what little talent he actually has, he lacks everything else required to truly be great. Instead of taking things seriously, or focusing on systematically taking out each opponent. He just focuses on the little nothings in his meaningless life. Using cutesy catch phrases, stupid jokes, and carnival antics to amuse his brain washed fans. He really has no motivation or true driving force to win or even consider being a champion. This will burn through his little clown mask he wears, and cost him more than a match. I hope he plans on having his horse to drag away his pathetic carcass."

Orlando frowns, the color leaving his face as he now looks solemn and grim.

Masked figure: "What's the matter Mr. Maxwell? Clearly you of all people should have known this day would come."

Orlando: "I don't know who you think you are, or what you plan on doing. But everything that you have said just sounds completely absurd!"

The man points to the last dossier sitting next to him on the table.

Masked figure: "Is it absurd Mr. Maxwell? I highly doubt that I even need to remind you who's detailed in that file."

Orlando: "Steve Ryan!"

Masked figure: "Yes, the final piece to this intricate little puzzle we have here."

Orlando can't see the mans face, but there is a certain satisfaction in his voice. As if he's getting a sick thrill out of this whole experience. Orlando can only picture the perverted smile on his face.

Orlando: "Whatever you think you have planned, there's no way It's going to work."

The man abruptly and viciously slams his fist down on the table, catching Orlando off guard and causing him to jump out of his seat.

Masked figure: "IT MOST CERTAINLY WILL WORK. You just wait and see, Mr. Maxwell. When you let me into this company, there was no way you could predict the rage that you were going to unleash on Its employees. In a sense, you were the one who opened the flood gates. The single person responsible for poisoning the water. You were the one to let the snake out, knowing more so than others just how deadly it was. Now Steve Ryan will suffer for what you have brought upon him. Just like McCoy and just like you, he probably hasn't even had two thoughts about me. You're all fools. All of you. You think you would learn from your mistakes at this point, but you all continue to write me off and underestimate me."

Out of nowhere the man takes off his hooded mask, revealing the sharp features and devious grin of Kyle Crosby.

Orlando: "Did you actually think that you had me confused? Of course I knew it was you. Who else would it be, the "Cobra Commander"?"

Kyle flips the table sending it crashing across the room.

Kyle Crosby: "YOU JUST DON'T GET IT! There's nothing you can do now! Destiny has a sick way of of fulfilling itself sometimes, and fate is only that of which you make it. I don't believe in luck, because I make my own luck. Some might say that I'm outnumbered going into my match against three other opponents. But no one knows what I know, they can't see what I see with these eyes! Everything that has happened has lead us to this day and this moment. It doesn't matter how Steve Ryan plays his cards, he already has a losing hand. He's going down with the ship whether he chooses to or not! Go out there and stand at ringside with all those clueless fans Orlando. Franchise, McCoy, and Ryan will all recognize the truth, and see just how good I actually am...and what better truth serum then an overdose of that Canadian Venom! August eleventh is the day of my Redemption, and this is the day, THAT THE CANADIAN COBRA-WILL RISE!"

Kyle is out of breath from yelling at Orlando, he breaths heavily as he stands there looking possessed.

Kyle Crosby: "Get him out of my sight."

Orlando Maxwell is caught off guard as two masked figures appear out of nowhere and escort him out of the room.