The show started off with Mikey and Bubba J facing off in a Pure Honor match, Mikey going for the humilation of leading this best of 5 matches with a 2 – 0 lead and on tp of that forcing the Hardcore fighter to fight in a strictly wrestling match. Mikey started out dominating this in the early going, exchanging headlocks for arm bars, arm locks into submission holds; but Bubba J countered a figure four by reversing the hold and forcing Mikey to use one of his rope breaks as J would just power back and forth. Bubba J then went on to dominate the match with a stunning series of wrestling holds, leg trap submissions, leg grapevines, and a bow and arrow submission on the former Rebel Pro World Champion. Mikey grunted out in pain, but refused to use another rope break, but somehow manageed to counter one of Bubba J’s newly learned wrestling holds into a front facelock. Mikey was able to chain wrestle into a front face choke type hold, but it is perfectly legal; forcing Bubba J to use one of his rope breaks before too much time and damage had been done.

The two men were forced apart and then quickly came back together with Mikey with a go behind into a German suplex, but was unable to hold the bridge for the pin as J shifted his weight to prevent such a thing happening. J

was able to roll over, then forward as they got up and flip Mikey over onto his back before locking on a wristlock submission hold center ring. However Mikey was able to break out of this easily, but as he charged at Bubba J, the anger getting the better of him, J leaped up into the air, avoided the charging Mikey, and used his momentum to roll him up from behind, his head landing solidly on the ring for the pin and the surprise upset win.

Winner: Bubba J 15:19

The crowd was buzzing after the Pure Honor match and Bubba J’s knowledge of technical wrestling, not to mention the spectacle that the two men put on in the match. Anyways, it was time for the second match of the evening and one of the biggest since the Kingdom of Death match at Rebel Pro’s Birthday Bash last year as the Tag Team Turmoil match was set to take place next. Each wrestler was introduced and came down to the ring before the match could begin. The match started off with Virgil Keenan eliminating JT Whiplash while JT was trying to look at Emily’s boobs without anyone knowing; Virgil really caught him by surprise though. Anyways Emily was too busy to notice as she was eliminating one of the biggest people in the match, Taboo. Taboo hit the floor on the other side from JT Whiplash as Emily’s husband was eliminating Hostile from the contest as well. Hostile had just stepped into the ring and the bell rung before Johnny nailed him with a spinning heel kick right out of nowhere to eliminate him. Meanwhile, the people with the best chance to win, Case Filed Rockets(and only tag team in this match) eliminated Jimmy Henderson with a double elbow shot to the face that knocked him out and over the top rope. Now, the participants faced each other in the ring, ready to do battle.

Johnny locked horns with Virgil, Emily with Justin Case, and his tag team partner of Rocky Logan. CFR really had Emily on the ropes, threatening to eliminate her, but an Irish whip from Virgil sent Johnny slamming into the ropes near enough to them that an elbow caught Rocky in the temple. Rocky turned his attention to Johnny, who lashed out with MMA style kicks to the legs of Rocky Logan, backing him up against the corner. Johnny with a quick leap sent the bottom of his boot into Case’s skull, getting him off his wife. Johnny and Emily shared a quick passionate kiss, but Virgil was quick to interupt this embrace as he tried to eliminate both of them at once. However, unfortunately for Virgil and his chances; the married couple eliminated him over the top rope. However, for Johnny, his night was cut short as well as Virgil managed to eliminate the Aggression Champion before Virgil’s feet actually touched the floor. Virgil was kneeling on the canvas and Emily’s boot to the face, finished off his elimination to bring it down to only 3 participants here to crown the new Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions. The match continued for several minutes with Emily trying to hold her own against the team of Case Filed Rockets and the nut shot to Rocky put him on his knees and her and Justin exchanged several hardcore blows. Somehow chairs, lead pipes, and other weapons made its way into the ring and were promptly used. Justin and Emily were both bleeding from their bodies, mostly from their heads and faces, but were still going at it. Rocky got back involved by accidently sending Justin down to one knee with a chair shot intended for emily. Rocky nodded at his partner as an apology before Justin indicated that Rocky whip Emily towards him. Emily countered the whip and Justin eliminated Rocky Logan instead! Justin couldn’t believe it and Rebel Pro had new Tag Team Champions!

Jenny Jersey: New Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… the team of Justin Case and Emily Corlen!

The match then continued for 20 minutes as both tried to eliminate the other and claim the Singles title shot of their choice. But the end came down when Justin Case lifted Emily up for a back body over the top rope and she landed heavily on the apron. Case spun around and Emily nailed him in the crotch with a kick before flipping herself back in and knocking the Green Game over the top rope to claim her Singles Title shot in Rebel Pro. Justin layed on the floor holding himself as Emily’s music blared to life in the arena and the crowd jumped back up to their feet with chants of “We you Emily!”

The show faded to black with Emily holding her TGW World Title and one half of the Rebel Pro Tag belts, but also with Lisa Seldon standing at the top of the entrance ramp.

A Return

Pouring rain, saturating the ground..

The clouds above, the coming moon..

A single punching bag enters the scene, seemingly out of place outside in the rain.

A familiar voice? Perhaps to some people, but it has been a long time since we heard it last.

“For years I have prided myself on my abilities, my technique, the fact I never backed down from anyone.”

The punching bag swings in the wind, gently at first, then with some speed.

“I knew I was good, damn good at what I do. I fought to survive. I battled to make an impact.”

The bag slips out of focus.

“Then it all faded away, my own ego consuming me, demanding this and that from promoters, burning every bridge along the way.”

Slowly, the bag comes back into focus, and is met by a flurry of kicks.

“A second chance? Who knows how many chances I’ve had at this point.”

Stiff jabs meet the bag.

“Only one thing is certain. This time, I intend on making the most of my opportunities.”

The camera pans back from the bag, to reveal the soaked face of a man known to Rebel Pro fans. With a smirk, he looks up at us, a man changed by time, a man wanting nothing more than to give up the past and move onto the future.

“The Spade” Duncan Aries. He speaks forth, his voice sill heard in the pouring rain.

“I am the culmination of a revelation. Pay attention, you just might learn something.”

With another kick to the punching bag, he walks away into the rain, as the camera focuses back on the swinging bag. Text in ice blue appear before us.

DUNCAN ARIES RETURNS.

Virgil Keenan vs Jamie Flynn

Ding Ding

Virgil and Jamie lock up in the center of the ring, Virgil with a quick wristlock gets the advantage, but Jamie comes back with a swift kick to Virgil’s ribs sending him over to one side. Jamie turns the wristlock on Virgil, but Keenan with a quick twist reversing the wristlock into a hammerlock on Flynn. Jamie falls forward to one knee flipping Virgil over him to land on his feet. Virgil turns around, flying forearm smash by Flynn sends Virgil into the corner. Jamie pulls him out of the corner with a whip, following close on his heels. Virgil stops suddenly throwing his elbow back sending it right into Jamie Flynn’s face. Jamie falls back, Virgil quickly assists him with a leg sweep.

Larry Gordon: Virgil dominating early in this match.

Linzi Martin: Are you watching the same match I am?

Virgil bends down picking up his opponent, a scoop and a slam on his bent knee drives the wind rightout of Jamie Flynn’s sails. Flynn is gasping for breath as Virgil picks him up again, Flynn with a single leg take down catches Virgil off guard. Jamie quickly hits the ropes, baseball slide right into the side of Virgil’s face rolling the Global Champion over. Jamie lifts him up delivering a series of Mua Tai kicks to his body and head before locking on a side headlock, wrenching heavily on the neck. Virgil grunts in pain as he drops down to one knee. Virgil wraps his arms around Jamie’s waist standing back up, he drops him with a side slam, Jamie Flynn is winded again as his lower back takes some punishment. Virgil shakes his head as he stands up against the ropes.

Linzi Martin: Both wrestlers trading moves back and forth here in this match.

Larry Gordon: Virgil showing why he should be a champ and Flynn showing the same.

Jamie gets up, his back to Virgil, Keenan comes with a running knee into the lower portion of his back, Flynn falls into the ropes. Virgil locks on an Anaconda Vise before Jamie breaks the hold, Virgil turns to tell a fan to shove something somewhere unmentionable when Jamie Flynn nails a standing dropkick to Virgil’s leg, crumpling him down to the mat. Virgil’s eyes show pain as Flynn wraps the Champion up with a standing leglock, twisting to apply as much pressure as possible to the joint

Larry Gordon: Jamie Flynn with a leg lock there, applying pressure.

Linzi Martin: Trying to take the vertical base away from Virgil.

Virgil kicks out with his left leg, but Jamie manages to side step the move at the cost of releasing the right leg. Flynn quickly back on the attack, but he begins to wrap Virgil into a figure four leglock, Virgil leans up pulling Jamie down into a pin.

One…
Two…

Jamie Flynn able to break the pin as he falls back into the ropes. Using the momentum to his advantage, Flynn runs at the seated Virgil with a dropkick to the face, but Virgil falls back allowing Flynn to slide over him and slide to the outside of the ring. Virgil gets up, limping slightly on his right leg, he wasn’t in the hold for long, but the pressure was tremendous. Jamie is climbing back to the apron as Virgil steps over. Flynn with a shoulder block, Virgil avoids the move dropping an elbow on Flynn instead. Jamie nearly falls back to the floor but manages to grab the middle rope at the last second preventing his descent. Virgil with a knee into the side of Flynn’s face bringing a gasp from him, a second and a as he goes for a third, Flynn moves away from the blow. Virgil uses his momentum to raise the leg and bring it down across Flynn’s neck slamming his throat into the rope; he falls onto the apron.

Larry Gordon: Vicious knees from Virgil in that exchange.

Linzi Martin: Virgil proving himself here.

Virgil climbs through the ropes as Jimmy Johnson watches on. Keenandrops down to the floor, grabbing the right wrist of Flynn, he jumps into the air, coming down in a seated position as the shoulder socket bulges causing Flynn to scream out in pain. Virgil stands back up from the floor to repeat this process a second time. As he releases the wrist, Jamie Flynn rolls into the ring, holding at his right shoulder and staring daggers at Virgil Keenan, who smirks back nonchalantly. Virgil stalks his prey, circling for the kill, he dives. Flynn catches Virgil with his left arm and hand, sending Virgil up and over with a modified suplex into a bridging pin.

One…

Virgil is stunned here.

Two…

Virgil kicks out and immediately up to his feet. He charges at Flynn again, Jamie with a low leg kick following it up with a thigh kick that spins Virgil around. Jamie hits the ropes, springboard karate kick to the back of Virgil’s skull sends him face first into the top turnbuckle padding. Virgil spins around dazed as he comes out of the corner, Jamie with a jumping front kick sends Virgil back into the corner, this time back first. Jamie with a running start slams a knee into Virgil’s midsection. Doubled over, Virgil gasps for air, trying to gain his wits about him to try and get back on top.

Linzi Martin: Jamie Flynn now dominating here in this match.

Larry Gordon: Two top quality athletes battling for respect and honor.

A hip toss sends Virgil over onto his back, Flynn wastes no time in locking in a figure four leglock on the hopefully next AOWF TV Champion, he leans forward falling back as he cradles his arm a bit to relieve the pain. Virgil shakes his head from side to side as he tries to roll the submission hold over. Virgil is starting to pick up momentum as he quickly rolls to the right, reversing the hold. Flynn grunts from the effort trying to release the hold. But Jamie is unable to break the submission, Virgil somehow has locked in the hold himself preventing the break. Flynn reaches out for the ropes, he is a foot away. Flynn grabs his hair pulling at the strands as he uses his elbows to inch his way to the ropes. Jamie Flynn’s eyes are focused on that bottom rope, he grits his teeth digging closer. Virgil allows his opponent to expend the energy to crawl to the ropes, Jamie reaches out a hand… he grabs the bottom rope as his head drops. Virgil doesn’t immediately release the hold. Flynn falls forward, his chin on the mat. Virgil is up, dropping a knee across his skul, driving the chin further into the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Virgil is vicious in this match.

Larry Gordon: Imagine a match this good on Rampage.

Linzi Martin: Not going to happen.

Virgil pulls the weakened Flynn up to his feet, open handed slap to his chest as he pushes him into the corner. Elbow to the side of his face as he pulls him out of the corner, swinging neckbreaker takes Flynn down to the canvas, but Virgil is not finished by far. Looking at the RPM III banner, Virgil scoop slams Flynn in front of the corner. Virgil proceeds to climb up while signaling for a big time high risk move.

Larry Gordon: Virgil going for a high risk move here, hoping to put Jamie Flynn away.

Linzi Martin: It’ll either pay off or fail… epically.

Virgil dives with his elbow extended, he slams into canvas as Jamie Flynn was able to roll out of the way just in time. Virgil grabs at his elbow as he rolls around in pain.

Larry Gordon: Virgil missed? That can’t be.

Linzi Martin: Epic… fail.

Flynn grabs the writhing Keenan with his injured left elbow, stomping away trying to make his elbow bend the wrong way. Flynn pulls him up, twisting it with a wristlock, he kicks once again at the elbow, turning it now into a hammerlock. Flynn pulls up on the wrist causing as much pain as possible to Virgil’s elbow and now to his shoulder. Virgil runs forward, holding onto the top rope with his right arm. Flynn falls back, rolling up to his feet and as Virgil turns around, an arm drag takes him down to the canvas where Flynn locks on a crippler crossface submission hold. Virgil is no where near the ropes, the closest ones being a foot behind him. Virgil stares at the ropes that are second nearest to him and gets the determination in his eyes. Jimmy Johnson is there, he struggles for the right position to not impede Virgil’s arguous journey, but to be in the right position should Virgil decide to submit. He asks Virgil who simply shakes his head as much as he can, his teeth gritted, he digs for another inch.

Larry Gordon: Flynn is going to break the next AOWF TV Champ.

Linzi Martin: I do believe that is what he is trying for.

Flynn rears back, as Virgil reaches out, he is a foot away from the ropes now. He manages to somehow get a foot under him and he shoves forward, he is three inches away from the ropes, he lowers his head. Virgil lays in the submission for a moment, but as Jimmy Johnson goes to check on him, his head pops up a new look in his eyes. Virgil dives once again, he is in the ropes! Jamie Flynn gets up to his feet, pulling Virgil along with him.

Jamie whips Virgil into the ropes, reversal and Jamie is sent into the ropes. Virgil bounces as well, running boot to the face! Jamie Flynn is nearly decapitated as Virgil falls on his opponent, Jimmy Johnson is there.

Larry Gordon: That is Hunter Sullivan’s Viper Snap!

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, winner of the match, “The Viper” Virgil Sullivan!

Linzi Martin: Virgil wins by nearly decapitating Jamie Flynn.

Larry Gordon: The other people in the AOWF TV Title match had better recognize.

Virgil stands middle ring staring at both the RPM III and Winter Blast 2012 banners as his entrence music begins to play over the speakers in the arena once more. Virgil is breathing hard and he seems to be waiting on something, he stares at the “Winter Blast” and “RPM III banners.

Bubba J Speaks

“Badass” by Saliva hits up in the speakers and from the back carrying a Confederate battle flag comes Bubba J; the crowd somewhat mixed for this part of his coming down. J steps up into the

ring before setting the flag up in the corner and receiving a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

“You may not like me…”

Mixed reaction.

“But I don’t give a flying fuck.”

A bit more booing.

“Go ahead and boo me, cause like I said, I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.”

This does somewhat quiet them down.

“It seems that everyone wants a piece of the Ragin’ Redneck, Bubba J.”

He points at the flag.

“Whether its because I’m a redneck and proud of my heritage.”

He holds up the #1 Contender’s Cup.

“Whether it is for this cup.”

He sets it down, rubbing himself.

“Whether it is my sexy physique.”

He smiles.

“Or just because I’m one of the longest running Rebel Stars left here and they think its time for the old dawgs to get out of the yard.”

He shakes his head.

“Thing is that they just want a piece of me because I’m worthy of their attention. They are scared. They are worried. They are scared shitless because they know I still got it.”

A person shouts “Mikey Massacre”, Bubba J nods.

“Yeah, that sumbitch did manage to beat me, but he ain’t got the balls in his dirty pissed stain drawers to come and fight another match. Hell, he’s probably back in New Mexico still licking his wounds and shitting his pants just because I’m on his television screen right now.”

J looks into the camera, before shooting Mikey a bird.

“But since he’s got to go and wipe his hairy ass, let me talk about anudder person that has gained my interest.”

He stares at the Rebel flag.

“That sumbitch that calls himself the Confederate Copperhead, but ain’t nutin more than a garten snake that is so cowardly and pathetic that he’s more yellow than the dam sun.”

A bit of booing now, they love JT Whiplash.

“Sure go and cheer for him, he’s decent…”

He looks around.

“When he can be bothered to compete here in Rebel Pro. When he ain’t drunk on liquor and high on whatever drugs he can afford to buy. Truth is about JT is that he’s washed up, a has been that was nearly a neverwas, and couldn’t even hack it over in True Glory Wrestling.”

He begins to stomp around the ring.

“Speaking of that cess pool of backed up turds… Lucille Starr wants to go and run his mouth. He wants to claim that he has beaten me every time we’ve faced off. Truth is that when Lucille changed his name from Shadow Starr…”

He holds up a hand.

“Yeah, I know a ridiculous fucking name, but hear me out. He wanted to change his record to show his name change, thus his one single defeat of the Ragin’ Redneck was wiped from the record. But still he wants to have a hard on thinking he’s demolished me, destroyed me, but wants to run from the challenge like the yeller bellied bitch that his mama wanted when she got him; instead of the ballsy son that his dad was expecting when he squirted in her vagina.”

The crowd gasps at his words.

“So, I am waiting on confirmation of the match, waiting on his sorry ass to accept my unfriendly challenge, and I’ll kick his balls outta the back of his ass and we will have a Lucille Starr… but don’t worry Lucille, you can change your record again.”

Snickers from the crowd.

“Now on to Hostile, the pissant that wanted to leave his running mates worried thinking that

Simon Kalis had done something with the body. But instead was at home jerking off to a Cheetoh commercial while fondling a stuffed Koala bear for some fucked up reason. He wants to run his mouth that I’m scared of Lisa, that its the first time that I’ve run away from anything.”

He shakes his head.

“I was unaware that I was runnin’ from anything, but more or less biding my time and then taking advantage of it when it comes about. But this sumbitch wants to face me for the #1 Contender’s Cup, but yet he’s got a World Title match later tonight.”

He stares into the camera.

“Hostile, if you are listening and if Lisa leaves anything of your body… match… fucking… accepted… bitch.”

He tosses down the mic before picking up his trophy and flag and heading to the back as “Badass” hits back up in the speakers.

Justin Case vs JT Whiplash

The match started off fairly even, but JT’s age just got to him, along with probably a lot of ring rust and he was just unable to out wrestle Justin Case. However, even with his inability to actually out wrestle Justin, JT was able to get a lot of offense in and kept Justin on the ropes just as much as Justin had him on the ropes. Near the end of the match JT went for the Rebel Yell, but unfortunately for him and fortunately for Justin Case, Bubba J jumped from the crowd and nailed him in the back with a lead pipe sending him crashing down. Case looked at Bubba J before making the cover and getting the win; not that he needed any help, but he got it anyways. After the match Bubba J stepped into the ring to clarify his actions to Justin Case by delivering a Trailer Park Trash before spitting on JT Whiplash and walking out of the ring.

-Rebel Pro World Title-

Lisa Seldon(C) vs Hostile

At the sound of the bell Lisa charges forward and blasts Hostile with a Yakuza Kick that puts him off balance. Hostile answers back by cutting through her with a chop and then winds up a right hand that Lisa manages to duck under. Lisa then rips a kick inside his leg and then another in his ribs before leaping up and cracking him in the back of his head with an Enzugiri that takes him to the floor.

Hostile sits up and Lisa leaps forward, smashing him in the chest with a kick that rips the wind right out of him. She then fires off a second and buries it deep, but Hostile takes it and hangs on to her leg. Hostile then pushes himself off the mat and drops Lisa with a Dragon Screw, sending her across the ring. Lisa then rolls through and scrambles to her feet while Hostile jumps back to his. Hostile then throws out a Clothesline but gets turned away when Lisa throws up a foot and smashes him in the shoulder.

Hostile then spins away and follows up by driving an elbow into her gut that doubles Lisa over. Hostile then hits the ropes and fires back, only for Lisa to leap back up and throw a kick at his head. Hostile catches it over arm though and then twists, slamming her into the mat and then hanging on for the pin.

1

2

Lisa kicks out and Hostile grumbles to himself before pulling her off the mat. He then pushes Lisa back into the nearest corner and fires off a series of forearms to soften her up. Hostile then takes off toward the opposite corner but Lisa runs after him, leaps up and drives both knees into his chest as he turns. Lisa then takes off for the opposite corner herself and this time Hostile charges after her, throws up a leg and rips through her face with a huge running Boot.

Linzi Martin: Greetings from New Jersey!

Larry Gordon: What a shot!

Lisa droops forward and Hostile catches her in a Front Facelock. He then lifts her up, drapes her legs over the ropes and then snaps back, driving her into the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Garden State DDT!

Larry Gordon: Hostile going after the head of Lisa.

Hostile flips Lisa to her back and hooks a leg.

1

2

Lisa kicks at two again and Hostile leans back onto his knees and drops a breath. Hostile then pulls Lisa to her feet and drops her straight back down with a slam. He then makes his way to the top and turns, just in time to eat a kick between the eyes. Lisa then mounts the ropes in front of him but Hostile is able to shake off the blow and then push her back to the floor. Lisa drops to the mat and Hostile pushes himself up to the top-rope and then leaps, only for Lisa to leap back to her feet, snatch him out of midair and then drive him face first into the canvas with a Sitout Facebuster.

Linzi Martin: X-Factor from Lisa!

Larry Gordon: Hostile eats a bunch of Rebel Pro canvas!

Hostile’s face bounces off the mat and Lisa rolls him into a pin.

1

2

This time Hostile kicks out at two and Lisa pulls him to his feet, only for Hostile to catch her arm and drag her down with him.

Larry Gordon: He catches herh with the Demon’s Dream!

Hostile wraps up her arm and drags her down with Lisa fighting it all the way. The fans jump to their feet, cheering them both on as Hostile jams an elbow into her shoulder, only for Lisa to roll through onto her back. Hostile tries to stop her but Lisa throws up a foot and catches him in the top of the head. Hostile then staggers back and Lisa quickly scrambles up and takes him out at the legs with a Dropkick, bringing him back to the canvas.

Hostile pops up his head and Lisa tries to rip it off, but misses when Hostile ducks out of shot. Hostile then leaps back up and blasts her in the back with a forearm, sending her across the floor. Hostile then chases after her and throws a huge Lariat at the back of her head, only for Lisa to duck and send him running right past her. Hostile then turns and walks right into a Roundhouse Kick that rips through the side of his head.

Larry Gordon: Lisa with the kick! And he’s dead on his feet!

Linzi Martin: Neither person holding anything back here.

Hostile’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he sways back and forth. He then falls forward, right into Lisa’s hands as she rolls him up.

Larry Gordon: She goes right into the Small Package!

1

2

3!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… Lisa Seldon!

Larry Gordon: And another one bites the dust.

Linzi Martin: Hostile gave it a good go, but you really have to start wondering if anyone can beat Lisa Seldon.

Larry Gordon: I’ve been wondering that since she first won the title, nearly a year ago.

Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust” begins to play loudly as Lisa stands up to her feet, with both the Rebel Pro and AOWF World Championships held high over her head. The camera flashes with the next show date of January 23, 2012 live at the Kingdome in Seattle, Washington for “Winter Blast”.

But something else fades even from

Quick Results

Virgil Keenan defeated Jamie Flynn
Justin Case defeated JT Whiplash
Lisa Seldon defeated Hostile

The show started off very disappointing with some bad news as Larry Gordon, currently the General Manager of Rebel Pro, coming out to deliver the bad news before taking his place at the Announcers’ table. Larry told us that Simon Kalis had been injured in a bad accident and his return date would hopefully be shortly after the new year began. However, that was not all of the bad news as we were told that Jaice Wilds was unable to attend because of problems at the airport, something happened to the airplane and it was unable to take off in time for him to make it to the event here tonight. Mikey Massacre was set to be here, since he believes that the event is named after himself, but his plane ticket was mysteriously misplaced and he could not make it to the event either. The crowd was getting a bit restless at this point, but Larry Gordon got them back into the spirit by announcing that the rest of the event was still on and they would be getting their money’s worth as they still had the Aggression Title match, the 3 Stages

of Hell match, among the couple of others to set the card up nicely. The crowd began a slow and low chant of Rebel Pro, but what do you expect when one of the most hated men in Rebel Pro, Mikey Massacre, isn’t even at the event and one of the most charismatic high fliers in Jiace Wilds isn’t there either?

Jenny Jersey announced that to liven things up, they were fixing to have the first of the three stages of Hell match right f’ing now! The crowd jumped to their feet, thinking in the beginning that all three matches would be back to back; but loving this change of their plans. Hostile came out to a very loud booing crowd, along with a bit of trash throwing, but when Taboo came out the crowd popped to their feet and tossed him good luck shouts, we love you chants, and suplex his ass back to hell shout from a drunken fan sitting at the ramp. Taboo stepped into the ring, facing off against Hostile as Jenny Jersey indicated for all people to look at the Rebeltron, also known as Megavision. Up on the screen was three different match stipulations:

1. Barbed Wire Mayhem
2. Tables, Tables, and Tables.
3. Barbed Wire Ladder Match.

Jenny then asked for the AV tech to show only one choice before asking the fans to yell for their favorite one. The first choice, the Barbed Wire Mayhem got a loud ovation, a bit more than the second and third choice, so these two men would face off in a Barbed Wire Mayhem match to start off the 3 Stages of Hell contest. Hostile and Taboo didn’t wait for Jenny to get out of the ring as their hatred for one another just got the best of them and while she dove out of the ring and the techs were placing barbed wire every where, they begaan to exchange blow after blow in the center of the ring. Hostile, injured hands and all, kept up with the Suplex Machine Taboo, with his bad back and all. Taboo was able to nail a belly to belly, but when he tried to roll through, Hostile nailed him in the cock and balls with a lifted knee which halted all of Taboo’s progress and energy. Hostile then proceeded to rake his face in a mass of barbed wire before piledriving him through a pile of it as well. Taboo was busted open early and with wire sticking out of his flesh, continued the fight by turning a bit of the wire around his fist and nailing Hostile in the crotch as well. Hostile held himself, just the opening that Taboo needed to suplex him out of the ring and into a mass of barbed wire on top of a table, causing it to crash down to the floor while sending up chunks of table. Taboo lept from the top rope, coming down with a cannonball type move, sending Hostile even deeper into the mess of wire and flesh tearing material. Taboo then wrapped some of the wire around Hostile’s throat, dragging him around the ring while periodically stomping on him to keep him subdued. Hostile finally managed to get up to his knees and feet behind Taboo, who turned around right into a head butt then several kicks to the midsection. Hostile then beat Taboo senseless against the ringpost before lawn darting him into the post, ripping a chunck of flesh off his forehead. Hostile wasn’t finished yet though as he shoved several inches of wire into Taboo’s mouth before climbing up top with him for a big time move. Hostile threw Taboo off the top rope and used the wire around Taboo’s neck to yank him back, the wire digging into Taboo’s throat and sending rivelets of blood cascading down to the canvas. Hostile then leaped from the top turnbuckle with the New Jersey Headshot, but Taboo showed amazing speed and determination by jumping up and nailing a snap vertical suplex for a surprise pin and win. Everyone in the arena was surprised, but pleased at this turn of the match, but Taboo was leaning over the middle rope, flesh hanging down and blood pouring from his throat and face.

Vincent Black came out, microphone in hand, along with his bandaged forearm and declared that he was too injured to wrestle. The crowd began to boo, but Vincent told them that he injured it when a fan tried to attack him at some autograph signing at Hardcore Drinkin’s opening in Valdosta over the last weekend. Gordon, sitting at the table, nodded in sympathy as though he knew this was going to happen. After Gordon said something about the show going to shit, he climbed to his feet and indicated that Bobby Lee would be facing JT Whiplash instead so that this show wouldn’t be down to just two matches. JT Whiplash came out and faced off against Vincent, saying something like if he can wrestle with a bad neck, then Vincent can wrestle with a bruised forearm, if he wasn’t too wimpy to take him on. Vincent said that he would, but that his forearm may be fractured and he’d really hate to accidentally drop JT on his bad neck and break it for good, he’d like to leave something for Bubba J to kick. Mentioning Bubba J, the Ragin’ Redneck came out of the crowd and plastered JT with a steel chair before stomping a literal mud hole in his Copperhead ass then walking that sumbitch dry. JT tried to fight back, but Bubba J just simply caught hiim by surprise and both he and Vincent Black destroyed the Confederate Copperhead, much to the booing of the crowd before Hardcore Entertainment destroyed JT with a powerbomb into an inverted stunner, trying to literally break JT’s neck. Bubba J spit on Whiplash before walking out of the ring with Vincent, to the booing of the fans, and trash throwing as well. Linzi asked Larry what he was going to do now, but Gordon didn’t have much to say as the Merry Time Massacre show was just going down the toilet. Then Bobby Lee came down the entrance ramp at a dead run, looking to pick up a victory over JT Whiplash, since his name was mentioned to now be facing the Confederate Copperhead.

In the ring Bobby Lee covered JT for a count of nearly three, but JT was able to kick out before the final slap of the mat, this causing Bobby Lee to back up and begin whimpering. However Bobby showed some fortitude as he went back to work, thinking that JT was nearly dead in the ring. Bobby Lee with a spinning roundhouse kick, that resembled a unspinning squarehouse foot shove, pissed JT off even further. JT nailed him with a fist to the face and that was pretty much his entire offensive strategy, punch after freaking punch to the face and mixing in a few gut kicks in there as well. JT was showing an unjusual amount of anger and violence as he was taking his frustrations out on the unfortunate Bobby Lee’s body in this inprompto match. JT nailed Bobby with a elevated spinebuster before going outside and wrapping a table in barbed wire and then putting Bobby Lee through the table once, then the debris three times before finally staying for the cover; the entire time mouthing the same name over and over… “Bubba J”. Linzi mentioned that she doesn’t think JT Whiplash was fighting Bobby Lee, that he may have been seeing Bubba J all the way. Larry said that he had to agree with her in that assessment.

Jenny stepped into the ring and indicated that the fans had to choose the second stipulation for the 3 Stages of Hell match, their choices were up on Megavision.

1. Barbed Wire Ladder Match
2. Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match.
3. Barbed Wire Bra and Panties Match.

The fans voted, it seemed to be really close, but the Tables, Ladders, and Chairs narrowly beat out the Barbed Wire Bra and Panties match, by like a clap or two at the most. Hostile and Taboo came out and both men seemed to be the worse for wear as the confronted the other in the center of the ring; a ladder, a chair, and a table already set up for their convenience. Several tense moments before both men began to just beat the hell out of each other with fists again, Hostile able to nail Taboo right in the face with the chair, but Taboo, with his strength, nailed Hostile in the ribs with the table. Hostile doubled over in pain, but was able to counter with an uppercut to Taboo’s chin that rocked him back. Hostile set up the table and then climbed the ladder, putting Taboo through the table with a body splash from the top. Hostile then went on a dominating run beating the weary and blood lacking Taboo with shot after vicious shot, the beating seeming to go on for 20 minutes, but it was only actually like five or so. However Taboo countered a big move from the top of the ladder by rolling out of the way and sending Hostile’s face through, yes actually through the steel chair. Ok, actually the seat of the chair broke, but still it had to be painful as all get out. Taboo then went on a seven minute offensive concluding with a top of the ladder German Suplex onto a steel chair and barbed wire covered table, but his neck suffered as well as he was unable to make a pin attempt quickly enough. However, Taboo didn’t let Hostile stop him that easily, he lifted Hostile up for another suplex, but Hostile slammed Taboo’s nose with a backwards headbutt and then a DDT before delivering his finisher from the top of the ladder for the pin and the win.

The third match between Hostile and Taboo was determined to be a regular Rebel Pro match, where any thing can happen. Taboo came out, bloody, weary, and without very much energy to fill his body; however Hostile came out pretty much in the same boat. They stood across from each other in the center of the ring, neither man willing to quit and both willing to kill themselves to defeat the other man. They went back and forth in this the third and final match of the 3 Stages of Hell match, both using chairs, tables, electrical cords, and anything and everything that they could get their hands on. Hostile even took the stitched forehead of Taboo and ripped it open to pull at the flesh and blind him. He then put Taboo literally through the ring, as part of it collapsed; but the match continued. Hostile was able to use a variety of technical holds to further injure Taboo, but he was unable to hit his finisher as Taboo pulled a steel chair in front of him to block it. Hostile was out on his feet for the next several minutes as Taboo nailed move after move, even another suplex to the outside; this one from the top turnbuckle through the Announcers’ table for added emphasis. But in the end, the injuries suffered in the first match and the blood blinding him, Hostile was able to counter a move and nail Taboo with a barbed wire assisted superkick and then his finisher for a pin and the win. The fans gave both men a rising ovation for their effort and their three matches here tonight as they bled, fought, bled, fought, and bled and fought some more here tonight to hopefully or hopefully not end their feud.

The next and final match of Merry Time Massacre was to be a Massacre’s Surprise match. Luckily for us he sent his choice in before his plane ticket was mysteriously lost. Massacre’s choice was to be a technical match, the end of the match would only come after a pinfall or submission. The match started off with Justin Case coming down to ringside, followed by Jamie Flynn, and then the Aggression Champion himself coming down. Flynn and Maverick got the cheers, but Case only got beers… tossed on his talented body from several drunken fans, not all of which were men. Well the match started out with both Flynn and Maverick working on Case, but Maverick and Flynn started to attack each other similtaneously, which allowed Case to rest his talented bones. Flynn went for a karate kick, but Maverick was able to catch it and quickly turn it into an ankle lock submission; but Case was right there to knee Johnny in the skull to prevent him from retaining his belt by causing Jamie to submit. Case then sent Maverick into the ropes, back body dropping him onto Flynn, but Jamie added to it with a double knee lift into Johnny’s back. Maverick rolled out of the ring where Hugh Aredone got involved choking Johnny with the cane. Case was then attacked from behind by Flynn and the two of them had a very good technical portion of a match. Several holds, counters, reversals, and all that technical stuff happened while they were facing each other in the Rebel Pro squared circle. On the outside Johnny was unable to gain leverage enough to break the choke hold, but a fan from ringside helped him out by nailing Hugh in the skull with a beer bottle, breaking it on the back of his skull. Johnny fell forward, trying to regain his breath when he was able to trip Case up as he tried to spring with a lionsault onto Jamie in the center of the ring. Case landed flat on his back and Johnny took advantage with a leap up to the apron, to the top rope, and a front flip into the ring with his leg coming across Case’s throat. Johnny went for a cover, but only got a count of two as Jamie pulled him off in hopes of him winning the Aggression Title. Johnny and Flynn then exchanged a very quick series of holds, counters, and reversals; with Case resting and coming up with another Millennium Game plan of sorts. Johnny released some mui tai kicks, but Jamie seemed to have scouted Maverick and pressed him with some of his own moves. Johnny then went to his MMA training, but Jamie was just a bit outmatched there, but only slightly and it probably helped that Case’s manager nailed Flynn with a set of platinum knuckles to bust Jamie open and then pull him over the top rope to the outside. Johnny and Case then locked horns, while Hugh handcuffed Jamie to the railing, preventing him from entering the match again. Johnny and Justin then went on a technical show for nearly twenty minutes as Jamie was repeatedly knocked in the head by Hugh Aredone, Justin’s manager, and not helped by the fans because of his lack of promoing. Case and Maverick put on a wrestling clinic that ended with a bridged German suplex from Maverick, after countering Justin’s German suplex. Hugh had slid in a chair and turned his back to go after Flynn again, but Maverick countered at the last second and Case’s head slammed onto the chair and Johnny held it for the pin and the win to retain his Aggression title. But a referee came down and said that the chair was in the way, Jimmy Johnson not seeing it as the bodies were in the way so the match continued and the other referee also unlocked Jamie from the railing, allowing him back into the match. The second referee stayed there to prevent Hugh from getting involved and he did a great job of that. The match continued with all three men really fighting each other, this match having gone on for over thirty five minutes, it showing on everyone, even Jamie who was systematically beaten on the outside by Hugh. The match finally ended just as Johnny hit his finisher on Jamie Flynn, but Case nailed his finisher and both men fell on Jamie Flynn. Jimmy Johnson and the other referee both counted, each at a different angle. Justin Case was declared the winner by the secondary referee while Johnny Maverick was declared the winner by Jimmy Johnson. Both men and referees looked to Larry Gordon for clarification, but he had no immediate answer; however he did get up and climb into the ring. After talking to both referees, he declared that the match was a draw at that point and that even though the match had gone on for 40 minutes at this point, the match will continue with just Justin Case and Johnny Maverick. Larry then climbed out of the ring while Jimmy Johnson stayed to be the only referee in the contest. The match continued, both men with renewed vigor and determination. They fought for another 15 minutes, exchanging hold for hold, move for move, counter for counter, and reversal for reversal; until Justin slipped up and Johnny hit All Bodies Murdered for the pin and the win.

The fans stood up, once again applauding all men involved and the show faded away with chants of Rebel Pro filling the speakers and the arena.

Intro

The slow electric guitar riff of Penance’s “Misgivings” begins to play, slowly picking up speed, but not too much speed.

A turkey dressed in a leather jacket turns his head from side to side.

~Out of the blackness
Comes the saving light~

“Gobble, gobble”

~Lifts me on wings
To a dizzying height~

As the screne slides into two different shots.

~I can’t believe it
I know I need it~

Shot one is on your left and features Rupurt the Kangaroo standing there in camo with a nicotene patch on his hairy arm(can’t let the smoke warn the animals); he’s holding a crossbow in his right paw.

~Revel in feelings
Of borrowed time ~

Shot 2 is that of the turkey lifting his head up, he notices something as he once again turns his head from side to side.

~Taking for granted
The things I thought were mine~

The shot on the left is now of the kangaroo and Jeremy Gold, who is whimpering like usual and this is the sound that the turkey has heard.

~Time is coming near
The day that I fear ~

Shot 2 shows the turkey taking one step.

~It’s just a matter of time ~

Rupurt pulls back on the trigger in shot 1.

~You give me feelings
I can’t replace ~

The arrow flies from shot 1 and as the two shots merge into one scene on the Rebeltron; the arrow flies through the turkey’s neck, trailing barbed wire which is attached to a sign.

~Inevitable way
Darkness has it’s day
Like a child to the grave
My future is paved ~

The sign reads…

~All I can do is wait… ~

“Rebel Pro… Fuck Yeah!”

-Aggression Title
Johnny Maverick(C) vs Finale

This was a very good display of Johnny’s talent and drive as he went after Finale with hardcore tactics and technical wrestling technique. However Finale hit a few moves where he was able to put Johnny on his heels, but Maverick was able to counter with some of his MMA training and used some martial arts techniques to quickly get the advantage back on his side. Finale went for his finisher, but after a vicious nearly neckbreaking kick to his chin, Johnny hit the ABM for a pin and the retain of his Aggression Championship.

Winner: Johnny Maverick 12:19

Guess Who’s Back…. Back Again….

The lights go out as we hear the bagpipe intro to “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle followed by “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing over the P.A. system as the REBEL Pro faithful rise to their feet and cheer loudly upon hearing that familiar music. We then see J.T. Whiplash wearing a “Tennessee Moonshine: Smooth But VOLatile” T-Shirt and trucker hat with beat-up acid wash blue jeans and Timberland work-boots with a neck brace and a bit of a sad smile on his face. He points to the fans and gives a thumbs-up to the crowd before walking to the ring, shaking hands with the fans as he steps inside the ring with a sad expression on his face.

Larry Gordon: It’s certainly great to see J.T. Whiplash back in a REBEL Pro ring, but you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time the fans will ever see him live in a REBEL Pro ring if the rumors are true…

Linzi Martin: There’s NO WAY J.T. Whiplash will ever retire… not like this! Whiplash lives, eats, sleeps, and breathes REBEL Pro. The man is the embodiment of this company, I just can’t imagine Whiplash walking away like this…

J.T. steps in the ring with the microphone and motions for the music to go off as he starts to lift the microphone to his mouth as the fans chant “WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!”. Whiplash looks sadly at the fans trying to put on a brave front.

J.T. Whiplash: Welp, I reckon y’all have heard th’ rumor-mill a-spinnin’ ’bout my future here… so I’m a-gonna git down to th’ heart of th’ matter… a few months back, I got dropped on my head an’ cracked a vertabra and herniated two discs in my neck…

J.T. pauses to collect his thoughts.

J.T. Whiplash: Th’ doctors… are a-tellin’ me that if I git dropped on my head one more time… I could be a cripple or even be six feet under…

The fans get very quiet upon hearing this as Whiplash looks very distressed by what he’s about to say.

J.T. Whiplash: My family’s a-tellin’ me to hang up th’ boots… management’s a-tellin’ me that I don’t need to do this no more, that I’ve proved all I hafta prove… hell, even Bailey’s a-beggin’ me not to ‘rassle no more… I gotta admit, I’m a-gittin’ up there in years an’ maybe I’ve stayed too long… maybe I won’t ever be th’ same in th’ ring after this… I’ve had th’ weight of th’ world on my shoulders thankin’ ’bout this… do I hang up th’ boots an’ go into a backstage role here? Or do I keep a-rasslin’ cuz’ this… this is all I know. I’ve been a-doin’ some serious soul-searchin’ an’ been prayin’ to th’ Lord Almighty ’bout what I should do… that’s why at th’ end of th’ day… I-

Just then, “Badass” by Saliva begins to play over the P.A. system as the fans buzz with anticipation upon what is about to happen. Bubba J steps from the back, a microphone already in his hand.

Bubba J: Ya wann know something JT…

JT looks on, the crowd looks on, and Bubba J waits.

Bubba J: I don’t believe a piece of that smelly shit that you are spewing.

The crowd is shocked, they figured these two men to get along fairly well.

Bubba J: You come in, you leave, you come back with an excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse.

Bubba J shrugs.

Bubba J: I could go on and on and on a bit more but just like your career, your promos, your love interests… its the same old shit… and same old broken down c arcass every. single. time.

Bubba J spins around, indicating the entire fan base.

Bubba J: You(pokes JT in the chest) claim to love these people. You then leave them when they give you support. You were going to be invited into the Extreme Elite by both Vincent and myself. You have this crowd eating out of the palm of your hand… and then you claim to have been dropped on your head and cracked a verterbrae…

He spits on JT Whiplash.

Bubba J: I wrestled with a damned concussion, I fought against Simon Kalis with a concussion. I’ve got a piece of my ear that has yet to be found in that damned junkyard. I’ve bled buckets, poured tears of pain down my face, lost teeth, lost pounds, lost flesh, lost skin, lost brain cells to this company… and yet I was forced to leave because of my attitude. I didn’t leave on my own accord.

He scoffs.

Bubba J: And after my year and a half suspension, I came back JT. I was waiting on that day when I could return. I was waiting on the day to compete here… while you wait on an excuse to leave. Frankly Pops.

Another poke in the chest.

Bubba J: I’m good(poke) and(poke) damned(poke) tired(poke) of(poke) it(shove).

Alrighty Brody, here is my contribution. I didn’t do a whole lot, but here it is.

The lights go out as we hear the bagpipe intro to “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle followed by “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing over the P.A. system as the REBEL Pro faithful rise to their feet and cheer loudly upon hearing that familiar music. We then see J.T. Whiplash wearing a “Tennessee Moonshine: Smooth But VOLatile” T-Shirt and trucker hat with beat-up acid wash blue jeans and Timberland work-boots with a neck brace and a bit of a sad smile on his face. He points to the fans and gives a thumbs-up to the crowd before walking to the ring, shaking hands with the fans as he steps inside the ring with a sad expression on his face.

Larry Gordon: It’s certainly great to see J.T. Whiplash back in a REBEL Pro ring, but you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time the fans will ever see him live in a REBEL Pro ring if the rumors are true…

Linzi Martin: There’s NO WAY J.T. Whiplash will ever retire… not like this! Whiplash lives, eats, sleeps, and breathes REBEL Pro. The man is the embodiment of this company, I just can’t imagine Whiplash walking away like this…

J.T. steps in the ring with the microphone and motions for the music to go off as he starts to lift the microphone to his mouth as the fans chant “WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!”. Whiplash looks sadly at the fans trying to put on a brave front.

J.T. Whiplash: Welp, I reckon y’all have heard th’ rumor-mill a-spinnin’ ’bout my future here… so I’m a-gonna git down to th’ heart of th’ matter… a few months back, I got dropped on my head an’ cracked a vertabra and herniated two discs in my neck…

J.T. pauses to collect his thoughts.

J.T. Whiplash: Th’ doctors… are a-tellin’ me that if I git dropped on my head one more time… I could be a cripple or even be six feet under…

The fans get very quiet upon hearing this as Whiplash looks very distressed by what he’s about to say.

J.T. Whiplash: My family’s a-tellin’ me to hang up th’ boots… management’s a-tellin’ me that I don’t need to do this no more, that I’ve proved all I hafta prove… hell, even Bailey’s a-beggin’ me not to ‘rassle no more… I gotta admit, I’m a-gittin’ up there in years an’ maybe I’ve stayed too long… maybe I won’t ever be th’ same in th’ ring after this… I’ve had th’ weight of th’ world on my shoulders thankin’ ’bout this… do I hang up th’ boots an’ go into a backstage role here? Or do I keep a-rasslin’ cuz’ this… this is all I know. I’ve been a-doin’ some serious soul-searchin’ an’ been prayin’ to th’ Lord Almighty ’bout what I should do… that’s why at th’ end of th’ day… I-

Just then, “Badass” by Saliva begins to play over the P.A. system as the fans buzz with anticipation upon what is about to happen. Bubba J steps from the back, a microphone already in his hand.

Bubba J: Ya wann know something JT…

JT looks on, the crowd looks on, and Bubba J waits.

Bubba J: I don’t believe a piece of that smelly shit that you are spewing.

The crowd is shocked, they figured these two men to get along fairly well.

Bubba J: You come in, you leave, you come back with an excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse.

Bubba J shrugs.

Bubba J: I could go on and on and on a bit more but just like your career, your promos, your love interests… its the same old shit… and same old broken down c arcass every. single. time.

Bubba J spins around, indicating the entire fan base.

Bubba J: You(pokes JT in the chest) claim to love these people. You then leave them when they give you support. You were going to be invited into the Extreme Elite by both Vincent and myself. You have this crowd eating out of the palm of your hand… and then you claim to have been dropped on your head and cracked a verterbrae…

He spits on JT Whiplash.

Bubba J: I wrestled with a damned concussion, I fought against Simon Kalis with a concussion. I’ve got a piece of my ear that has yet to be found in that damned junkyard. I’ve bled buckets, poured tears of pain down my face, lost teeth, lost pounds, lost flesh, lost skin, lost brain cells to this company… and yet I was forced to leave because of my attitude. I didn’t leave on my own accord.

He scoffs.

Bubba J: And after my year and a half suspension, I came back JT. I was waiting on that day when I could return. I was waiting on the day to compete here… while you wait on an excuse to leave. Frankly Pops.

Another poke in the chest.

Bubba J: I’m good(poke) and(poke) damned(poke) tired(poke) of(poke) it(shove).

J.T.’s eyes get really big and angry as he pie-faces Bubba J before charging over toward him and tackling him, injured neck be damned, with both men exchanging a flurry of fists at each other. Quickly, 12 security officers step in to attempt to break up the fracas.

Larry Gordon: OH MY GOD… I… I can’t believe what I’m seeing! I always thought these two got along!

Linzi Martin: And look at J.T. go! I don’t think he gives a damn at this point if he ends up in a wheelchair or even dead!

Larry Gordon: Fans, we’ll get to the bottom of this in the coming weeks, but right now, we’ve got to get these two separated before they kill each other!

General Manager Match
Justin Case vs Simon Kalis

These two men locked up in what promised to be one hellacious match, Case wanting Gordon back in a General Manager role, Simon just wanting to beat the hell out of Case to prevent that. It isn’t that Kalis and Gordon don’t get along, its just that Kalis has been pissed off by Justin’s antics over the past several months. Case with a side headlock, but Kalis with a set of brass knucks to the ribs, kidneys, and back to the ribs breaks the hold. Simon with a hip toss sends Case out of the ring and to the floor, near Hugh, but Simon leaps off the top rope taking Case out before he can get back into the ring. Case’s head slammed heavily into the ring barrier, but he was aware enough to exchange fists with Simon on the outside as they were both up against the railing. Simon whipped him forward into the apron, but Case showed a bit of atheleticism by springing back over Kalis and the dropkick sent Simon’s face into the ringpost with a resounding thunk. Simon spun around but Case sent another dropkick into his face that caused the back of his skull to make hard contact with the ringpost. Case with a bulldog tried to ram Simon’s head into the railing, but Simon was able to counter with an atomic drop, sending each of Justin’s legs on opposite sides of the railing. Simon with a chair swing smashed and dented the chair on the back of Case’s skull, toppling him over into the crowd. The crowd scattered, but Kalis wasn’t fast enough as Case shoved a broken bottle into Simon’s gut, dragging it from side to side and releasing a torrent of blood and tons of pain. Justin pressed his advantage by actually ripping Simon’s fake eye out and tossing it to a fan, but it landed in the fan’s beer instead; only to be sold on Ebay later that night. Simon reached out, pulling at Justin’s nose, but Case instead kicked him in the right knee sending him through the door with an Irish whip. Case followed through, carrying the broken bottle, but Simon was able to mulekick the door right into Justin’s face. The door smashed into Justin’s nose, busting and possibly breaking it before he fell backwards down the steps for about five feet. Justin gathered himself and slowly headed back up the few stairs to the top.

Justin shoved the door open with a dented chair, shoving a fan through ahead of himself, pointing to his head as the fain seemed to barely avoid a broom handle to the face. Case stepped on through, right into a Mr. Clean and bleach mixture to the face, causing him to scream and tear at his face as he fell down the steps at a rapid pace, thanks to the boot to the ass from Kalis. Simon stepped through the door, wearing yellow plastic gloves and a set of safety glasses and comes on down the steps after Justin Case, who is still clawing at his face and eyes. Simon bends down, but Case is somewhat ready as he flails his arms around and around, Hugh comes up from behind nailing Simon in the back of the neck with a cane shot. Simon drops the bottle he had pulled from his pocket, a bottle of acid of some sort. Case gets up, his face burnt and reddened horribly, probably a bit disfigured from the contact with whatever concoction Simon threw onto his face burning his flesh. Case pulls on the rubber gloves, pouring the acid onto Simon’s body before stomping the stuff into his flesh with the heels and soles of his boots. Simon is screaming in pain, but trying his best to hold it in, not wanting to give Case the satisfaction. Justin rolled Simon into the ring, going for Just Too Talented and thanks to the blind side and the blood in his other eye; Case is able to nail his finisher. Case makes the cover and gets a three count; Larry Gordon is now declared the new General Manager of Rebel Pro.

Winner: Justin Case 14:44

Suddenly, “Regulator” by CLUTCH hits and from the entrance ramp steps out… Simon Kalis?

Simon Kalis: Bravo, Case. You defeated an imposter. I hope that gives you warm feelings at night.

Kalis golf claps for Case and disappears as the fake Simon runs out of the ring.

Bubba J vs Mikey Massacre

Jenny Jersey: Rebel Pro fans! The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is happening for! The! First! Time! Ever!

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits up in the speakers, as from the back to an arena full of booing fans, comes the Bearded Bastard himself, Mikey Massacre!

Jenny Jersey: From Alberqurque, New Mexico; I give you Rebel Pro Triple Crown Winner, of which Bubba J is not. I give you former Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion, of which Bubba J is not. I give you a legitimate Rebel Pro Icon, once again of which Bubba J is not… I give you Mikey Massacre!

The boos intensify as Jenny Jersey reads off what was put on the card in her hand, she reads it with a bit of distaste as the boos intensify even more while Mikey holds his hands up in the air for the crowd.

“Badass” by Saliva hits up in the speakers as the boos turn to cheers, the crowd is up on their feet, and Bubba J steps from the back, his taped fist held high up in the air; his gaze directed at Mikey Massacre with a smirk.

Jenny Jersey: Now introducing from Durham, North Carolina, a true Rebel Pro Icon, of which Mikey Massacre is just a glorified spot filler. A true Rebel’er, of which Mikey Massacre is just a name of non-importance. A man of 1000 ways to make you bleed, of which he’s going to employ 200 of them tonight just to save some for future matches cause he’s not gonna kill Mikey in just this one contest of Bubba J’s superiority… I give you Bubba J!

Bubba J slowly walks down the ramp, making sure to slap the hands of fans, but his gaze never leaves the face of Mikey Massacre; who in turn glares right back at him.

Ding Ding

These two Rebel Pro Icons, one actually in the Rebel Icon club and the other just a hopeful, square off for the first time ever in a ring of any kind. Jimmy Johnson dives out of the way as these two come together for a collar and elbow tieup; Bubba J has different plans as he nails Mikey in the face with a right fist knocking him backwards; but no blood. Mikey stumbles as he holds at his mouth and Bubba J presses his advantage with a kick at Mikey’s midsection, but Massacre catches the foot, leg whip into a atomic drop, following it up with a bulldog to the canvas. Mikey pulls Bubba J back up, another bulldog, he pulls him up once more and delivers a third consecutive bulldog, holding on to this one for a bit longer.

Linzi Martin: Three consecutive bulldogs after that atomic drop.

Larry Gordon: Mikey going back to his roots for a bit here.

Mikey pulls Bubba back up, going for a possible fourth bulldog, but J shoves him into the corner chest first, and Mikey slams hard enough to bounce back out. Neckbreaker out of the corner from Bubba J.

Larry Gordon: A technical move from the Hardcore Hellion Bubba J there.

Linzi Martin: And Mikey is sent over the top rope with a boot to the ass.

Mikey’s shoulder slams onto the corner of the apron as he is launched outside and here comes Bubba J off the top turnbuckle with a double axe handle smash right onto Mikey’s shoulder/neck area. J rolls off and is immediately whipping Mikey into the railing, but he reverses and J is sent shoulder first into the railing which shoves it back a few inches on the floor. J comes back with both arms windmilling in the air, hoping that one of them connects at least. Mikey with a drop toe hold sends J’s chin slamming hard onto the ring apron before he locks on a crossface chicken wing on the outside; where Mikey starts screaming at the Ragin’ Redneck.

Mikey: No rules Bubba J! You can’t give up out here!

J rears back clocking Mikey in the skull with a ring wrench, forcing him to release the hold. J shoves up to his feet, a bit of blood coming from his chin and swings the wrench down in a golfing swing connecting solidly with Mikey’s jaw that forces him to roll over. J presses his advantage a bit more, wincing as his shoulder is a bit sore now. J swings the wrench down.

Larry Gordon: He’s gonna kill Mikey!

Linzi Martin: Damn, I just came already.

Larry Gordon: Do… do… do… what?

Linzi Martin: I just came right down to this table and the match is almost already over. What did you think I meant?

Larry Gordon: Um…. nothing Linzi, nothing at all.

Linzi Martin: Dirty old man.

Mikey catches the head of the wrench, pulling J’s face into the steel ring post, Mikey tosses the tool away with distaste as J’s trying to uncross his eyes. Mikey with a leaping clothesline takes him down and he quickly rolls Bubba back into the ring where there are no weapons. Mikey stomps down on J’s face a couple of times, but is concentrating heavily on his arm and shoulder. Mikey pulls him up and for no apparent reason delivers a Everplex(top rope exploder suplex). Mikey had no need to go up top, but wanted to show the crowd how technically sound he can be. Mikey gets in J’s face, grinning down at him and mouthing off until J shoves two fingers into Mikey’s eyes and forces the bearded bastard backwards with his eyes running and him being effectively blind.

Linzi Martin: Such a dirty move.

Larry Gordon: Well, Bubba J never claimed to fight fair.

Linzi Martin: Oh, I know, I love the dirty moves.

J rolls out of the ring and comes back in with a steel chair that he taps lightly on the canvas as though he’s preparing his swing. Mikey stumbles forward right into the most vicious chair shot in recent Rebel Pro Baseball! Mikey falls against the ropes bouncing back into a second shot, a third, a fourth, and the fifth one busts Mikey open over his forehead. Mikey slumps in the corner, perhaps out cold, and here comes Bubba J with an extremely ackward looking bronco buster, but Massacre manages to somehow get a knee up and J slams his own crotch on the raised knee and turns immediately green with nausea. Mikey pulls himself up, looks down at the chair with hatred, and tosses it out of the ring. Mikey lifts J up, German suplex sends J’s neck crashing down on the canvas; he rolls over and lifts him up a second time and delivers a second German suplex, following it with a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, nineth, and a tenth as they complete the circuit around the ring. The toss slams J’s realing head and shoulders hard onto the canvas where he folds up like an accordion in the corner and people are beginning to wonder if his neck may be broken.

Linzi Martin: What a circuit of German suplexes there.

Larry Gordon: I know we’ve never seen that in Rebel Pro before, but I’m wondering if its ever been seen in the world of wrestling?

Mikey lifts Bubba J back up, there is no need, but he delivers a Kurtisplex(Backdrop Driver) to the center of the ring and sits back and waits as J just lays there unconscious. Mikey wipes at the blood on his face, getting it out of his eyes as we notice for the first time that the series of German suplexes have busted the back of J’s skull open and a bulge is coming from his right shoulder.

Larry Gordon: I think that Bubba J’s right shoulder may be dislocated!

Linzi Martin: Mikey really showing that technical wrestling has its merits here in Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: So, you are a fan of technical wrestling?

Linzi Martin: Hell no, I still ove blood, chairs, and weapons.

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Mikey walks over, lifting Bubba J back up to his feet and delivering a Mannyplex(katahajime suplex) just because he can; the move sends J’s dislocated shoulder hard into the canvas as he lands. Mikey nonchalantly goes for the first cover in the match.

Larry Gordon: I think this is merely academic now.

One!

Linzi Martin: I have to agree with you, Bubba J isn’t even moving; we may need to get the paramedics out here to assist him.

Two!

Three!

NO!

Bubba J kicks out by throwing his injured right shoulder up.

Larry Gordon: My gawd! He kicked out!

Linzi Martin: I never doubted for a second.

Jimmy holds up two fingers as the crowd yells “Twooooooo”, Mikey is furious and up in Jimmy’s face for the obviously slow count. J rolls to his left side, the bulge is out of his right shoulder, perhaps the Mannyplex knocked it back into its socket? Anyways, J gets up on his knees, crawling slowly up behind Massacre, who is still yelling and berating Jimmy for his inability to count at the right pace. Mikey’s face is turning red from anger, until it turns green from his own nausea as Bubba J has a death grip on his balls and a grin of knowing the torture on his face. Mikey is yelling in a saprano tone as he is forced at ball point to follow wherever Bubba J wants to take him, because he literally has him by the balls.

Larry Gordon: Bubba J has Mikey, literally, by the balls!

Linzi Martin: And he’s climbing up to the top turnbuckle!

J grabs a reverse facelock, somehow forcing Mikey to follow him up the corner and J dives forward off the top turnbuckle, causing Mikey to flip over and land on his back, but his hands go immediately to his now freed balls. J rolls on over, windmilling his arm to prevent it from stiffening up as Mikey groans in pain. Bubba J walks over, stomping down on Mikey’s hand, which are protective at the moment, and then lifts him up for a stumppulling piledriver center ring. J rolls out of the ring, sliding in a steel char(from earlier) a table, several bags of thumbtacks, a spool of barbed wire, cancer causing light tubes, and a copy of Chyna’s book.

Larry Gordon: Oh no, what is he going to do with that.

Linzi Martin: This may even be too far for Bubba J.

J sets up the table and dumps the bags of tacks all over the ring before slamming Mikey onto the table. Bubba J then begins to wrap the spool of barbed wire on top of Mikey, securing him to the table before repeatedly laying the light tubes in easy reach. J sits the chair up, one leg slightly crooked and opens up Chyna’s book. Mikey begins to yell out in pain as Bubba J reads.

Bubba J: “Chapter One.”

J looks up at Mikey, who is screaming and promptly brings a light tube down across his face, causing it to shatter into hundreds of pieces, several going into Mikey’s mouth which causes him to spit madly. Bubba J picks the book back up, since Mikey is silent.

Larry Gordon: He’s damned determined to read that book.

Linzi Martin: I think I’m going to be sick.

Bubba J: Chapter One.

Mikey promptly begins screaming again, J looks up annoyed now and closes the book setting it down and picking up three light tubes, busting them over Mikey’s face, shutting him up as he tries to spit out glass and powder.

Bubba J: I’m trying to read you a bed time story asshole, cause you fixin’ to go to sleep!

Mikey spits a bloody wad of spit into J’s face, which promptly pisses him off. J rolls out of the ring as Mikey struggles to free himself; Bubba J rolls back in, stomping over to Mikey.

Bubba J: I didn’t want to have to do this…

He unfolds the object to reveal Chyna’s Playboy issue; Mikey is shaking his head furiously as J unfolds it to the centerfold and places it on Mikey’s face; screaming is heard from under the magazine.

Linzi Martin: That is way beyond anything I thought to see here tonight.

Larry Gordon: Yeah, think I’m fixing to throw up too.

J climbs up top, preparing to come off with a big time body splash and he dives!

But at the last instant, Mikey rolls over and shoves the magazine centerfold into Bubba J’s face and he goes crashing through the table, screaming and clawing at his face and eyes.

Larry Gordon: That is utterly inhumane.

Linzi Martin: That is way beyond hardcore.

Mikey rolls the now unconscious and extremely bloody Bubba J over, placing the magazine on top of his face to keep him there. Mikey takes the time to clean the ring of every single piece of debris.

Larry Gordon: Not to mention Bubba J cleaned up a bunch of those tacks as well when he landed and rolled over.

Linzi Martin: Mikey’s got a broom and is sweeping, actually sweeping the ring clear of debris.

Mikey now has the ring clear of debris and climbs to the top turnbuckle before he turns, bows, and delivers the Sellout(top rope frog splash)!

He covers.

Larry Gordon: This has to be academic.

One!

Linzi Martin: That is what you said before.

Mikey stares at Jimmy Johnson.

Two.

Bubba J isn’t moving.

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… and able to choose the next match stipulation in the series… Mikey Massacre!

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits up in the speakers as Mikey stands over the broken and bloody Bubba J with a smirk of distaste on his face.

Matt Stone vs Hostile

Jenny Jersey: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing First, currently in the ring, He is the official presiding over this match. He his TABOO!

Taboo looks out at the crowd, waiving to the fans until the music starts’

“Walk Away” By Five Finger Death Punch hits the speakers as Hostile steps out onto the stage. A cascade of black and red pyro flows from the jumbo screen behind him.

Taboo locks eyes with Hostile. Pure evil in both their eyes.

Introducing first from Jersey City, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds, the Jersey City Demon, Hostile.

Hostile slowly walks down to the ring, ignoring the jeers from the crowd as he proceeds. He steps up to the ring apron and into the ring and gets right in the face of Taboo. Taboo stands toe to toe with Hostile. Neither one saying a word; at this point, there is no need.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent,

Let Everybody See,
The future here in me
Just watch the wheel go ’round
I’ll cheer as you go down!

Jenny Jersey: From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada;

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. He threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a “Canada sucks” sign and just walks on.

Jenny Jersey: He his the PWA Intercontinental and World Heavyweight Champion; Matt Stone!

Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors
Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors
Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors
Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors to me!

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. “I’m the best there is!” He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. “You don’t deserve to see me!” He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get’s ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away

Both men go nose to nose as Taboo steps between them.

Taboo: OK, listen up to MY rules… There are, none.

Taboo calls for the bell, heads to the out side and sits down.

Ding, Ding, Ding

And Stone starts off with a huge slap across the face of Hostile! Hostile smiles at stone and answers with a right hook that sends the PWA World Champ down. Stone gets back to his feet quickly before Larsen as a chance to capitalize.

Larry Gordon: What a shot!

Linzi Martin: Its possible that the next opponent to the World Champion is going to come from this contest right here.

Stone and Hostile circle each other a couple of times before moving in for an elbow and collar tie up. Matt Stone quickly moves behind with a hammerlock; Hostile ducks under and gets the hammerlock on Stone. Stone counters with an elbow to the side of The Jersey City Demon’s head, and Hostile lets go of the hold.

Larry Gordon: Matt Stone has been running through opponents here in Rebel Pro like collard greens run through…

Linzi Martin: Yeah Larry, think we know exactly what you mean… now back to the action.

Stone and Hostile again circling one another, trying to get a feel for each other. Stone moves in for a double leg but Hostile sprawls out, preventing the take down. Hostile with a waist lock; no Stone gets out before Hostile can do anything with it.

Linzi Martin: Excellent counter there by Stone.

Larry Gordon: Stone is arguably the best technician in the entire AOWF.

Hostile goes in for a single leg but stone blocks the attempt. Hostile sees an opening and lands a quick fireman’s carry takedown. Matt again is back on his feet before Hostile can capitalize.

Larry Gordon: It seems with all the focus on the hardcore, Matt Stone underestimated just how good Hostile is on the mat.

Linzi Martin: Stone is perhaps the best technician in all of the AOWF.

Stone heads outside of the ring to regroup and shake it off. But this is not the PWA, outside is just a dangerous as inside as Hostile heads out after him. Stone starts running, Hostile Take off after him. Stone rolls back into the ring. Hostile slides back into the ring only to be met with a series of hard licks. Stone lands an elbow drop before picking Hostile up and delivering a snap suplex. Matt moves in with a face/neck lock on the fallen Hostile. Hostile grits his teeth against the pain as Stone torques his neck. Stone keeps the hold a moment longer before letting go and kicking Hostile in the back.

Larry Gordon: But don’t let that fool you, Stone can get hardcore if he needs to.

Stone brings Hostile to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, Hostile rebounds right into a Belly-to-Belly suplex from Stone. Stone quick to capitalize and goes in with a modified step over arm bar that he coverts into a high impact arm breaker. Stone seems to be in perfect form here tonight.

Linzi Martin: What an arm breaker by Stone.

Hostile is getting to his feet as Stone comes in with a rolling neckbreaker. Stone looks out to the crowd.

Matt Stone (to the crowd): Is this the best REBEL Pro can do?

Matt turns his attention back to Hostile a moment to late as Larsen hits a picture perfect drop-kick right to Stone’s smug little face. Hostile and Stone back on there feet at the same time; Stone moves in with a clothesline that Hostile ducks under and gets Stone into a rear waist lock. Hostile with a German suplex to Stone and quickly follows through with a series of elbow drops. Hostile hoists Stone to his feet before sending him back down with an over the top belly to belly.

Linzi Martin: Lesson #1, never turn your back on Hostile.

Hostile heads to the top rope as he aims to deliver the New Jersey Head Shot. NO! Stone rolls away to safety before impact. Stone gets to his feet just before Hostile, Stone with a right to the temple of Larsen. Hostile fires back with one of his own.

Larry Gordon: Fistycuffs!

Stone with a right.

Hostile with a left.

Stone with a left.

Hostile with a right.

Stone, right.

Larry Gordon: More fistycuffs!

Hostile, right.

Stone,

Hostile,

Stone,

Hostile,

Hostile,

Hostile,

And Hostile finishes off with an uppercut that sends Stone against the rope. Hostile with a lariat that sends Stone to the outside. Hostile backs off while Stone starts getting to his feet. Hostile with a suicide plancha that knocks Stone hard into the steel barrier. Stone crumples down as Hostile starts digging in under the ring. Larsen pulls out a nail gun! Hostile walks over to Stone and puts the nail gun to his shoulder; CH-THUNK! Stone screams in pain as the nail drives into his flesh. Hostile goes to nail the other arm but is stopped by Taboo.

Linzi Martin: Here comes the blood and gore! Finally!

Hostile takes a swing at Taboo but Taboo moves out of the way and hit The Big Bang Theory! Hostile is out on the outside of the ring. Taboo slaps stone to get him to focus and points to the unconscious Hostile on the ground before rolling into the ring. Stone still in a haze of pain from that nail gun slowly comes around again and smiles as it dawns on him just whats happening. Stone grabs Hostile and roll him into the ring before grabbing the nail gun and following him in.

Larry Gordon: What does Taboo think he is doing? This match has no rules and he just forced Hostile to obey a rule, then delivered his Big Bang Theory!

Linzi Martin: What are you going to do Mr. General Manager?

Larry Gordon: Stop it already.

Stone test out his right shoulder where the nail is still embedded inside him and winces at the pain. The arm is almost useless but Stone fights through and manages to push through the pain to deliver a wheelbarrow German suplex. That cost him. Stone Screaming in pain as that move aggravated the nail still inside his shoulder. Hostile still got the worst of it as his head bounces off the nail gun that Stone placed perfectly. Taboo goes to Stone and helps pull out the three inch spike protruding from his shoulder. Stone lets out a yell of rage as he gets up to his feet and moves in towards Hostile. Stone Hoists his opponent up and right into the stone cutter. He goes for a cover and Taboo makes a fast two count before Hostile rolls his shoulder up. Stone shoots a look to Taboo but Taboo just shrugs.

Larry Gordon: Come on Taboo, you are always talking about being fair and there you go not being the way you want others to be.

Linzi Martin: You could do something about this you know.

Hostile is up to his knees, Matt with Kneel Before ZOD! Another cover, another, faster two count. Stone walks around to the feet of Hostile and applies the Sharpshooter! Hostile gritting his teeth but refuses to give in to the pain. Stone applies more pressure as Taboo is telling Hostile to quit. Hostile shakes is head no as he tries to push himself up to alleviate the pressure. Stone tries to readjust to keep the hold but Hostile manages to grab hold of Matt’s foot and pull him down. Hostile manages to keep hold of Stone’s foot and apply a modified figure four leg lock. Matt in some pain but Hostile not getting the proper leverage with his awkward positioning. Stone manages to power out of the leg lock and get to his feet. Hostile gets back to his feet moments after as both men lean into opposite corners. A smile creeps across the face of Hostile as he motions for Stone to come at him.

Larry Gordon: What a quick and ackward exchange there.

Linzi Martin: Very innovative and agile of both Hostile and Matt Stone.

Stone looks like he obviously did not think he would be working this hard tonight as he has an almost exasperated look on his face. Both men meet in the center of the ring. Hostile goes for a double leg but Stone was just to fast and gets off a toe kick to the gut of The Jersey City Demon and follows through with a gut-wrench suplex. Stone pick Hostile up and slaps him right across the face. Hostile goes in for a short arm clothesline, Matt ducks, Hostile turns right into the C-c-c-combo Breaker! That should be it but Matt doesn’t go for a cover. Instead a look of pure evil crosses his face as he grabs the Nail gun. CH-THUNK! OH MY GOD! Stone just nailed Hostile’s hand TO THE MAT! Hostile screams in pain as Stone steps on the other hand. NO, NO, NO, NO! CH-THUNK! Stone nails Hostiles other hand to the mat!

Linzi Martin: I can barely believe this, its always been a fantasy of mine.

Larry Gordon: You are kidding me.

Linzi Martin: May… be… may… be… not.

Matt looks over the crowd with a cocky smirk. He heads over the the corner and slowly starts to climb. Why hurry, Hostile’s not going anywhere. Stone is on the top rope, he smiles at the crowd, and leaps off with Hostile’s own New Jersey Head Shot! NO! Hostile rips the nail through his own hand to roll out of the way! Stone is dazed from the big miss as Hostile pulls his other hand free, leaving the nails embedded in the ring. Stone and Hostile both back to there feet. Matt with a right NO Hostile counter with The Demon’s Dream! Hostile pulling for everything he has left.

Larry Gordon: My gawd at the pain that Hostile must be going through!

Linzi Martin: And the bliss that I…. um… I’m sure others are feeling… if they are into that sort of thing… ya know.

TAP, TAP, TAP!

STONE TAPS!

There’s no bell?!?

Taboo is outside of the ring, flirting with a fan at ringside!

Larry Gordon: This will not stand anymore! Taboo obviously not taking his referee role seriously!

Linzi Martin: You know what it does to me when you get all powerful-like.

Larry Gordon: Huh… what?

Linzi Martin: Its getting me all hot and bothered.

Larry Gordon: Linzi!

Linzi Martin: It does, makes me mad and upset… what did you think I meant…. you pervert.

Larry Gordon: You are the one over there tou… oh never mind.

Hostile release’s the hold and heads out after Taboo! Hostile Shoves the female fan down to her ass as he gets in Taboo’s face. Taboo shoves Hostile back into a waiting Matt Stone who hits another C-c-c-combo breaker! Taboo Says something to Jenny Jersey at ring side.

Linzi Martin: There is another lawsuit.

Larry Gordon: Back on the job less than an hour and already have to deal with a lawsuit.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, Taboo has just informed me that this is now a falls count anywhere match!

Stone covers Hostile!

ONETWOTHREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO! HOSTILE KICKS OUT!

Stone is furious, absolutely livid!

Larry Gordon: Stone is fixing to make Hostile pay for that kickout even though it was an extremely fast count!

Linzi Martin: Small Package!

Stone’s shoulders are on the concrete!

Taboo thinks Stone is pinning Hostile, he’s at an awckward angle!
One!

Two!

Three!

Ding, Ding, Ding.

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner, Hostile!

Taboo with the Big Bang Theory to Hostile!

Taboo: Hostile! You and me are going to finish this at MerryTime Massacre! Three Stages Of Hell!!!

With that Taboo walks right into a C-C-C-Combobreaker!

Both Hostile and Taboo are laid out cold on the floor.

Larry Gordon: Matt Stone may have lost, but he’s the only one standing and he’s standing very tall!

Linzi Martin: Wonder how busy he’d like to be tonight?

World Title-
Lisa Seldon vs Lucious Starr

Ding Ding

Star steps forward for a tie-up, only to find himself on his back. Starr then sits up and almost gets his head removed when Lisa throws a High-Kick his way. Starr ducks and rolls and Lisa indicates with her fingers how very close he was to certain death. Starr then gets up and shoots again, catches her and pushes back to the corner. The referee does nothing, because there are NO RULES! (except for some of them) and allows Starr to pressure her in the corner. Starr then winds up a chop and misses everything as Lisa ducks under him. She then lands a left right combination and finishes by driving a knee into his gut before backing out and doing some shadow boxing. The crowd, obviously, are loving it.

Starr spits at the floor in disgust before stepping forward, only for Lisa to slide out of the ring and doing a lap of the thing for no apparent reason other than just to be a dick. Starr stands in the ring with his arms folded, looking generally disgusted as Lisa tags every hand around the ring before leaping out into the crowd, who catch her and surf her around ringside.

Lisa finally returns and slides back into the ring, all hyped up and ready to go. Starr doesn’t feel the same way though and slides out himself, intent on getting some of this great fan buzz, only to find that no one in this very heavy Rebel Pro crowd want to touch him (though they are all perfectly happy to flip him off). Starr raises his hand in a threatening manner to the fans, but doesn’t bother to hit anyone, because that tends to end badly. Starr then slides back into the ring where Lisa is waiting patiently on the top-rope. She then drops down, and hopefully the match begins.

Starr catches an Armbar and spins it out, trying to snap her to the ground, only for that showy bitch to cartwheel right out of it and run up the turnbuckles with her hands outstretched, much to the delight of the fans who cheer her wildly. Lisa lets them go on for a bit before jumping back down and offering the corner to Starr. He then steps up to a deafening silence.

Starr flips off a fan who says something untoward, leading to them tossing half a bottle his way. Unfortunately for them, Starr catches it and then beans the guy in the face, which does finally get him some cheers. Even Lisa joins in, before kicking him in the stomach when he drops off the ropes. Everyone boos, but obviously they don’t really mean it. It’s in jest you could say. Lisa turns to each side of the ring, clasping her hands and doing her best to pretend to be sorry.

Starr steps up to one knee as Lisa darts to the side and blasts him in the chest with a Roundhouse kick, causing him to drop forward onto his hands and knees. Lisa then spins to one side of him, rears back and blasts him in the ribs with a kick that flips him over onto his back and offers Lisa the first pin of the night.

1

2

Starr kicks out at two, coughs up a lung and complains about what he believes to be a fast count. Starr then gets back onto his hands and knees as Lisa clatters him a second time in the ribs, pushing him to the corner. Starr then pulls himself up in the corner and takes another kick in the gut, but manages to catch the second and send Lisa across the ring. Lisa rolls to her feet but Starr steps forward, turns his hip and puts a knee in her stomach to double her over. Starr then gets a hold of her, Gut-Wrenches her into the air and then lets go, sending her flying across the ring.

Lisa lands in a heap, cursing as Starr pulls her up by the hair and rips a series of punches into her gut. Starr then finishes with a European Uppercut and sends her into the ropes, only for Lisa to fire back with a Yakuza Kick that catches him on the jaw and turns him away. Lisa then beckons him on and gets hacked down with a chop for her troubles. Lisa then fires back, driving a kick into his side that sends him to the left, only for him to comeback back with a forearm that smashes her in the jaw and puts her to a knee.

Starr then pulls her plants her with a DDT, digging her into the mat before tossing her over into a pin.

1

2

Lisa throws up a shoulder at two and gets pulled back to her feet, tossed to the nearest corner and chopped her down, very happy to finally land it. Lisa tries to drop but Starr pulls her up and cracks off a second, causing Lisa to step forward into a Hip-Toss that slams her into the mat. Starr then gives her some room to sit forward before stepping forward and driving a kick into her back, rattling up and down her spine. Starr then pushes her to her back and drops a knee across her face before rolling through onto a knee. He then throws his arms out and riles the fans up before turning and settling onto a pin.

1

Lisa instantly kicks out, only for Starr to push her back down and grind his forearm off her face, focusing on a cut starting to open up above her eye. Probably from when he kneed her, or elbowed her. Coulda been anywhere really. Lisa eventually pushes him off and Starr follows her up, catches a hold of her and then hauls her up into a Vertical Suplex, holds her aloft for an amount of time that the fans don’t count because they think he’s a cunt and then shatters her against the mat. Starr then rolls into the pin again.

1

2

Lisa pushes him off but gets cut with another elbow as Starr comes down and hacks through her face. He then hammers down a few forearms for good measure before clambering back to his feet with Lisa in tow. He then sends her to the ropes and steps forward with a Shoulderblock that sends her to the mat. Then for good measure, he rakes his heel across her face.

Lisa pulls herself to her hands and knees as Starr cheekily paws at her with his foot before finally cracking her between the eyes with a kick that sends her tumbling across the mat.

Lisa shakes the cobwebs out as Starr brings her back up and catches an elbow in the gut for his troubles. Lisa then stepped forward and put a knee through his face to stand him straight up before dropping down and chopping out his legs. Lisa then jumped back up, called him a motherfucker and kicked him really hard in the fucking face.

Starr flips over onto his front but Lisa jumps on top of him, wraps an arm around his throat to hold him down and then begins firing in knees to the top of his head. Starr manages to push his way back to his feet but Lisa holds on, landing shots where she can before pulling him forward and tearing through his face with a knee and sending him to the mat. Not happy with just that though, Lisa steps forward and punts him in the side of the head.

Starr goes to his back and Lisa comes over the top of him with her heel pointed at his face, only for Starr to get his legs under her and pushes her away. The two then fight back to their feet and Starr charges with a clothesline, only for Lisa to duck under it, throw her leg back and crack him under the jaw with a Superkick. Starr then falls back into the ropes but pushes himself back into it, throws out an arm and turns Lisa inside out with a Clothesline.

Star then stumbles over and gets a Waistlock on Lisa, pulls her off the mat and eats an elbow. Lisa then stumbles out of his grip, pivots and cracks him upside the back of the head with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick. Start only drops as far as his knees though, but can’t stop Lisa as she rolls to her feet, pushes off the ropes and runs through him with a heel through his face. She then jumps onto the cover.

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Starr throws up a shoulder and Lisa looks annoyed, mostly because wrestling Shadow Starr is shit. She then drives him back into the corner and throws a shoulder into his gut. Starr drops a Double Axe-Handle on her back and gets another shoulder the same, but this time he manages to get a hold of her and drag her into the air. Starr then steps forward, and smashes her against the canvas with a Powerbomb. He then stacks her up for the pin.

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Lisa pushes him free and goes over onto her front but Starr stays on her, pulls her off the canvas with a Gutwrench and flattens her again for another quick fall.

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Lisa kicks out again and Starr pulls her up into an Inverted Fireman’s Carry, causing the fans to make lots of noise (and not the nice kind either). Starr pushes her into the air but Lisa adjusts, wraps her legs around his neck and smashes him, head first into the canvas. Starr then flops onto his back and Lisa wastes no time in pulling him to his feet, only to drop him again with a knee driven through his face.

Starr looks up to see Lisa step forward and lash out, crushing her foot against the side of his head and dropping him like deadweight. She then drops onto the cover.

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Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. Lisa Seldon!

Lisa rolls up to her feet, holding both the AOWF World Title and Rebel Pro World Title high up over her head as Lucious Starr walks up the ramp and to the backstage.

Larry Gordon: And the era of Seldon continues with a hard fought defense here this week.

Camera split screen to show Lucious walking through the backstage curtain.

A chair comes flying from the side to smack Lucious Starr right in the face, splitting his forehead and sending him down to the concrete floor.

Linzi Martin: Who?

Bubba J steps forward, Vincent Black stepping up beside him, both spit down on Lucious’ face. Bubba J hefts the chair, placing it headrest down on Starr’s throat.

Bubba J: Starry Eyed… Surprise… keep my gawd damned name out of your mouth…

Spit right on his face.

Bubba J: Or you’ll get even more of this.

Bubba J steps purposefully right on Starr’s nut sack before grinding his heel in and walking off, Black laughing as the show fades away.

We come back from commercial as the ” Case Filed Rocket’s ” stand center stage inside the REBEL PRO ring. The fans proceed to boo as the men have already made their ” talented ” entrance. The CFR’s are accompanied by their Manager Hugh ” The Wiz ” Aredone. Standing in a small triangle shape, ” Wreckless ” Rocky Logan and Hugh Aredone stand in the background.

Case steps out into the spotlight and the crowd dies down.

He brings the mic in his hand to his lips

JC: Thank you for that lovely welcome. Yours truly can always count on my trillions of adoring fans. Now then, I stand here as a man with something very talented to say. What do I have to say, you ask? Good question. Well, in due time all will know my intentions to be perfectly clear as also in time my plans will be followed through with. Until then, you all are on the old ” need to know ” basis.

Never the less, I do have something to address. You see, now that yours truly has cut off the head of Hardcore Entertainment, it is now time to finish the job and go straight for the heart. What am I talking about, you ask? Well, for starters you all are seemingly very nosey people. And secondly, since I know you all are craving to know what lingers within my talented mind, I will explain myself.

You see, as you all may know by now, unless you have been living under a rock. Maybe you all have been doing just that. I never liked the state of New York. You all are so weird here. Anyways, back to my point, what was I saying?

” The Millennium Game ” looks back to his crew as they shrug. Case turns back facing the camera. Suddenly it hits him.

JC: Ah yes, why is yours truly taking up air time on a REBEL PRO televised show? The answer? simple really. You see, since there is this certain ” Mystery Tournament ” going on here in REBEL PRO, if everything goes as planned and things fall in place as they should, it could very well be yours truly facing Bubba Gay in the semi finals to this mysterious tournament. And that brings us back to the statement I made eariler, in which what now needs to be done. A strike right through the heart of Hardcore Entertainment. You see, I want revenge. Logan wants revenge. We all want revenge. If Bubba Gay feels the need to fry my testicals, he must pay and feel the pain he put me through! And as you saw last week, the Case Filed Rockets got pay back on Vincent Black for destroying our limo and in doing so almost killed the limo driver, our manager Hugh, right here. And although our feud is far from over, for now, we got our just due on Vincent Black. Thus cutting off the head of Hardcore Entertainment.

But now? Now it is time to go straight to the heart of Hardcore Entertainment. Thats the only way to kill the beast that is Black and Bubba. Sounds like a licorish bubble gum flavor. Anyways, thats how they do it in all the cool vampire movies, so it must be done! And in doing so yours truly will destroy Bubba Gay, and everything he stands for! But I do know the obvious, this encounter may not happen. That is if Bubba Gay loses his match in the Mystery Tournament, I would then not get the pleasure of facing him.

So Bubba, Im looking at you right now, fella! Listen and listen good! All yours truly will say is that dont be surprised if you get some much needed help in your match versus Jimmy Henderson. Only because ” The Plan ” must happen! Bubba, it is in our destiny to face each other again! By any means neccessary! When and where, we do not know. Or wait. Only I will know……

” TMG ” drops the mic to a sadistic laugh as CFR’s theme music hits up and out of the ring walk the three men onto the rampway and into the backstage area,

The fans boo.

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow in the center of the ring, Virgil drops down to one knee, lifts Chad Kurtis up on his shoulder and drops… no wait, Chad Kurtis spins around with a DDT sending Virgil down to the ground. Chad pulls Virgil back up, the current Aggression World Champion with a uppercut to Chad’s face backs the Rebel Pro star up from him, Virgil with a chop sends Chad back into the corner. Virgil grabs a wrist and sends Chad into the other corner, Virgil charges right after. Chad scales the turnbuckles, back flipping over Virgil, dropkick sends Virgil face first into the corner. Virgil’s head bounces off of the padding and he turns into a leg lariat that nearly decapitates him in the corner.

Linzi Martin: Chad showing no real singles rust.

Larry Gordon: And doubtful that you will.

Chad goes over the top rope, but manages to catch himself by holding onto the top rope, Virgil catches him with a forearm, a right, and a front facelock. Virgil lifts him up… and… over the top rope, but Chad manages to land on his feet, in prime position for a reverse DDT, but Virgil places his feet on the ropes and shoves himself backwards catching Chad Kurtis off-guard. Both men go down to the canvas, but Virgil is up a bit quicker and pulling Chad Kurtis back up to his feet, knee to his ribs sends him into the corner. Virgil with a shoulder block and he lifts Chad up to the top turnbuckle for a top rope superplex, Virgil is in position. Chad throws a right, Virgil throws a right of his own, Chad with another and Virgil retaliates with one of his own. Chad shoves Virgil backwards, but he manages to grab Chad’s wrist and both men fly off the top turnbuckle to crash and burn in the center of the ring.

Linzi Martin: Crash… and burn.

Larry Gordon: What action from these two men here in this match.

Virgil pulls himself up by sheer will and drops an elbow across Chad’s sternum, but knows he can’t make the cover just yet, he knows it will take something big. Virgil climbs up to the top turnbuckle and perches there, waiting. He doesn’t have to wait long as Chad gets himself to a vertical position and turns to find Virgil leaping from the top turnbuckle with a flying cross body, Chad with a standing dropkick sends Virgil down to the canvas, Chad climbs up to the top turnbuckle, going for his BME, he leaps, but Virgil lifts double knees into Chad’s gut and The Show isn’t feeling too good right now. Virgil rolls over and up to his feet, bringing Chad with him, forearm to his face and he plants his face into the top turnbuckle. Virgil hooks him in a front facelock, grabs the tights, and lifts him up, planting him with a suplex into a bridging pin.

One… Two… Thr–Chad able to kick out of the pin and the fans are loving these two men go at it here in this contest. Virgil rolls up to his feet, followed quickly by Chad Kurtis, they charge at each other, Chad ducks under the clothesline attempt, wrapping both arms around Virgil’s waist. German suplex into a bridging pin attempt.

One… Two… Thr– Virgil able to kick out and roll over to his feet as Chad Kurtis gets back up to his. Another charge, Virgil leaps over the bent over Chad Kurtis, he hits the ropes, springboard back fist into Chad’s face takes him down to one knee. Virgil pulls Chad back up,locks his head in and turns with a swinging neckbreaker down to the mat. Virgil rolls over again and hits the ropes, leg drop to Chad and he hooks the leg.

One… Two… Thr–Chad able to roll his shoulder up.

Larry Gordon: These two men do not know the word quit.

Linzi Martin: Wish they did.

Virgil leans over Chad, pulling him up to his feet, Dragon Screw leg whip sends Virgil back down to the canvas. Chad hits the ropes, jumps over the downed Virgil, to spring back with a 450 degrees splash onto Virgil, he hooks the leg.

One… Two… Thr–Virgil able to kick out just in time and keep this fast paced match going. Chad pulls the former World Champ up to his feet, throwing him into the ropes, but Virgil reverses the whip and Chad is sent into the ropes. Virgil follows quickly on his heels and clotheslines Chad over the top rope to the floor. Virgil hits the ropes, grabs the top rope, and launches himself over the top rope with a suicide plancha onto the rising Chad Kurtis; both men go down to the floor.

Linzi Martin: Now, this is getting interesting.

Larry Gordon: I doubt either of these men will use weapons out here.

Linzi Martin: It is what Chad Kurtis is known for.

Larry Gordon: How many weapons has he used here in this match?

Linzi Martin: …

Virgil uses the announce table to pull himself up as Chad uses the ring apron, Virgil rushes over with a lifted knee, but Chad Kurtis catches the knee and a sit-out spinebuster sends Virgil’s back slamming hard onto the floor. Chad gets up and rolls Virgil back into the ring as the refereewatches the action and he follows up to the apron. Chad looks out at the crowd, looks down on Virgil, and springs to the top rope, he holds the top rope and both legs are spread, balancing himself. Hejumps forward while flipping backwards landing squarely on Virgil, but he is in the ropes and can’t make a proper pin. Chad gets up to pull Virgil out from the ropes and Virgil trips him by pulling his ankle out from under him. Chad sits heavily on the canvas, Virgil with a quick clothesline sends him flat on his back.

Larry Gordon: Sneaky, but effective, move there.

Linzi Martin: Virgil isn’t Aggression Champion for nothing.

He pulls Chad back up to his feet and gets the Rebel Pro Icon on his shoulders.

Larry Gordon: Burning Hammer!

Linzi Martin: Such a devastatingly hot move.

Virgil hooks the leg and makes the pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, winner of the match…. Virgil Keenan!

“Dog Eat Dog”

The lights in the arena dim and the big screen comes to life with silent jump cuts of Finale hitting various moves on AOWF wrestlers. Anticipation among the masses builds, because they are stoked to have someone to throw their garbage at. In fact, most of them have been saving it for this moment.

The scene then cuts to a black screen and the arena goes pitch dark. Little flashes go off all over the place and the epileptics in the audience are losing their shit. The big screen reads ‘Finale’ in winter white script and is followed by “Whatever Happened To My Rock and Roll?” by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club cuing up. Their is decent build up and when the song really kicks in, pyro explodes coming from each end of the stage. In sequence the light explodes until they converge right in front of the curtain and shoot up a fountain of impressive red sparks.

You want a part of me / You want the whole thing / You want to feel something more than I could ever bring / You want it badly / You want it tangled / I want to feel something more than I was strangled…

The signature ‘F’ logo zooms in on the screen and Finale appears on the stage. The man they call Super Shredder walks down the ramp, looking out into the crowd. He stops and glances around the arena before laughing and spitting in front of the nearest fans. He nearly takes a flying cup of beer to the head but effortlessly dodges it, maintaining a smug grin. He makes his way to the ring and enters, sliding in under the bottom rope. He then runs to a turnbuckle and stands with one knee up. He leans on said knee and looks around, then towards the ramp. He then obnoxiously mugs for the camera and hops down before claiming a microphone.

Finale: So as many of you saw last week on Aggression. I came out here and politely challenged ‘Mad Dogg’ Gabe Shelley to an Ultimate Tables Match right here this week. Unfortunately, MD wants to wait until Hell-o-Ween, live on pay-per-view.

The crowd erupts.

Finale: Or does he? I mean is the cute little puppy scared of the Big Bad Butcher? Apparently, because I’m out here right now and Shelley is nowhere to be seen. You see I challenged him last week because quite simply, we have unfinished business. There is a lot of that in professional wrestling but this little ‘feud’ is very personal. Mad Dogg and I have been on a collision course for a very long time. We were supposed to square off after BWF’s WrestleFest but unfortunately Shelley lost to Super Gash Emily Corlen and then ‘retired’.

The crowd pops for Corlen but boo’s Finale’s comment about her.

Finale: Well we both work for the same company again Mad Dogg. I’ve laid down the challenge and all of these people expect you to answer it. Are you really going to let down the Dogg Pound? All of these miserable mouth breathers that buy your merchandise and support your bullshit, they want to see you try and kick my teeth down my throat. They want to see the rabid Gabe Shelley of old, not the whiney part-timer that you’ve let yourself become. I want an answer Gabe and I want it tonight.

Finale then crosses his arms and collects a steel chair from the time keeper. He places it in the center of the ring and then sits. The crowd buzzes for a few moments when “In Fate’s Hands” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus cues up. The audience goes absolutely insane but quickly their cheers die out when Shelley is nowhere to be found. Finale stands and arms himself with the steel chair. After Shelley doesn’t materialize, the Buffalo Butcher raises an eyebrow.

Finale: Heh. I guess the-

Super Shredder is cut off by a giant pop from the Rebel Pro fans. Gabe Shelley has appeared in the ring behind Finale, wielding a Singapore cane. Finale seems to have realized this, slowly turning around. When he sees Shelley, he goes to hit him in the mid-section with the steel chair but Shelley strikes first with the cane. Finale staggers back and then makes another attempt with the chair but Shelley cracks him right in the chest. Finale drops the chair and holds his chest with a ‘that fucking stung’ look on his face. Shelley then goes for the reVolt but Finale evades it and rolls out of the ring. He waves Shelley off and walks up the ramp.

Linzi Martin: Who does Shelley think he is, attacking Super Shredder like that?

Larry Gordon: Finale did the exact same thing last week and now he’s running away.

Linzi Martin: He’s not even a contracted wrestler! He doesn’t need this bullshit.

Larry Gordon: marVel isn’t done!

As Finale walks up the ramp with his back to the ring, Shelley exits and charges after him! Finale hears the pop from the crowd and turns just in time to take another Singapore cane shot from Shelley. Finale tries to retreat up the ramp but Shelley is on him, wearing him out with Singapore cane shots. Shelley then charges and hits Finale so hard over the head with his cane that it snaps! Finale collapses on the ramp and marVel doesn’t look like he’s finished. He gets Finale up and tries to toss him off of the stage but Finale hits him with a shot to the stomach. He then lays on the ramp for a moment, his forehead busted open. Finale then gets up and tries to leave but Shelley kips up! He takes hold of Finale and boots him in the mid-section. He looks around to the crowd and they roar in approval.

Larry Gordon: What is Shelley thinking here?

Linzi Martin: Nothing good!

marVel lifts Finale up, takes a few steps and flies off the stage with the Jersey Bomb! Finale comes crashing down off of the stage through two tables! The audience is speechless as both Shelley and Finale lay in the rubble. Shelley slowly gets to his feet and plays to the crowd as EMT’s and road agents check on Super Shredder.

Larry Gordon: I think he accepts.

Linzi Martin: This was a horrible idea. Shelley is going to get destroyed at Hell-O-Ween!

Larry Gordon: Well he’s standing tall tonight. We’ll be right back!

Cut.

Ding Ding

Mikey doesn’t waste iny time, he heads right at Jamie with his fists flying as though he is a mad man, and given hi history he very well may be. Jamie ducks aside easily enough, delivering a kick to the back of Mikey’s skull sending him into the corner. Mikey turns around, coming back at Jamie with utter abandon again, but as Jamie goes to avoid the onslaught, Mikey catches him with a bearhug and tosses him bodily to the corner. Mikey comes rushing in with a full on body splash, crushing Jamie in the corner. Jamie falls out into a bulldog fro m Mikey who delivers it perfectly to the canvas. Mikey doesn’t try to do anything other than just beating Jmie to a bloody pulp.

Larry Gordon: Is Mikey yelling out Lisa Seldon’s name?

Linzi Martin: Grunting it is more like it.

Mikey picks Flynn up, whipping him into the ropes, but Jamie rebounds with a springboard back flip over Mikey and a dropkick sends him out of the ring and to the concrete floor. Jamie doesn’t waste any time himself as he launches himself over the top rope with a suicide devil’s plancha that sends Mikey rolling into the railing. Mikey is still growling and snarling, but less so now that he has just taken the brunt of that high risk move.

Larry Gordon: High risk can either pay huge dividends or cause you to lose the match early.

Linzi Martin: That one works in Jamie’s favor.

Jamie pulls Mikey up, pounding Mikey’s face into the railing before tossing him back into the ring, well he actually rolls Mikey into the ring, but you get the idea. Jamie kips up to the apron and then begins a climb to the top turnbuckle. Jamie leaps off, onto Mikey’s shoulders, but Mikey spins around, delivering a spine shaking sitout powerbomb center ring. Mikey, once again, doesn’t try to make a cover and instead chooses to ground and pound his opponent that he swears is Lisa Seldon.

Linzi Martin: He can’t tell it, or doesn’t want to, but I honestly think he thinks that is Lisa Seldon.

Larry Gordon: We all know that Mikey has a history of mental issues.

Mikey pulls Jamie off the canvas before placing him in position for a Mick Foley stump pulling piledriver, that he completes center ring. Mikey growls down to JamieLisa saying something about finishing him off once and for all. Mikey climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with the frogsplash.

Larry Gordon: That… is going to hurt his ribs in the morning.

Jamie’s able to get his knees up just in time, Mikey spitting up a small amount of blood from his mouth upon impact. Mikey rolls off, but Jamie is pushing back up to his feet. Jamie with a knee to the side of Mikey’s face, left knee, right knee, left knee, right knee, and finishing it off with a roundhouse kick right to his temple has Mikey on his back, in the very center of the ring.

Linzi Martin: What a vicious stunning knee combo there.

Jamie, panting heavily now, lifts Mikey ‘s head before smashing his foot down on his ugly mug of a face and breaking his nose. Jamie climbs to the top turnbuckle and Mikey is getting back to his feet, his back to Jamie.

Larry Gordon: Jamie is going to put Mikey out of his misery early here in this match.

Linzi Martin: I don’t think Mikey is in his right mind anyways.

Mikey looks around for Lisa, but seeing as she isnot even involved with this match, she isn’t around. Mikey turns around, Jamie flies.

Larry Gordon: Suicide Devil’s Plancha! Connects!

Jamie covers.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match, Jamie Flynn!

Jamie rolls out of the ring, leaving Mikey laying there for a moment. As Jamie steps through the curtain, Mikey rolls up to his knees, then his feet staring at the backstage curtain. The crowd begins a chant that is obviously getting to Mikey.

“You! Got! Pinned! You! Got! Pinned!”

Larry Gordon: I don’t think Mikey is liking this.

Linzi Martin: And I don’t think the crowd really gives a damn, its egging them on.

Mikey is spinning around in the ring shouting as Bubba J steps from the back. He looks around, smiling as he points to Mikey, who has turned to face him.

Bubba J: I kinda like what they are saying Mikey, its true after all.

The crowd continues their chant

Bubba J: But chin up man, your revolution to your version of Rebel Pro Utopia… well can’t start this week seeing as you… what did he do crowd?

He waits as the crowd repeats what they’ve been saying.

Bubba J: That’s right, got pinned. Now Mikey, just watch a real competitor do what he does best and I’ll show you how to win a match…

J laughs as he stands there. Mikey stands facing the aisle way where Bubba J is still standing, Mikey glares at him. Bubba J gives him a thumbs up and he looks perplexed then angered
as the thumbs up turns to a double bird. Bubba has a smile on his face as he steals a beer from a fan. He slams the cold one back, almost finishing it
before he reaches the curtain. Before he can make his way backstage, he is met with a hard right as the crowd cheers. Henderson steps out to the stage and
hits Bubba with a second right, forcing him to drop his beer. Henderson slams Bubba face first in to the entrance wall before forcing Bubba over the guardrail
and in to the crowd. He follows Bubba, but is met with a kick to the gut. Bubba pushes a fan out of her seat and slams Henderson face first in to it! Henderson
stumbles as Bubba unleashes a vicious right…and a second!

Larry Gordon: What the hell, lets just throw the format sheet away shall we?

Linzi Martin: I do believe that is what they are doing… Larry, want to know what I’m doing?

Larry Gordon: Doubtless I know and so do the teenagers watching at home.

Linzi Martin: Its not like they don’t have the Discovery Channel, you know.

Larry Gordon: But that may be something that we really don’t need to be discovered yet.

This match hasn’t officially begun, but the two men are fighting now. Bubba pulls Henderson to the guardrail, attempting to slam him face first in to it…but Henderson holds the rail, not letting it happen. He delivers an elbow
to the gut and slams Bubba face first in to the guardrail instead! Bubba turns around as Henderson goes for a throat smash on the railing! But Bubba ducks it and nails Jimmy
with a clubbing blow to the back! Bubba spins Henderson around, kick to the gut…Trailor Park Trash…NO! Henderson sees it coming and forces Bubba off of
him! Bubba recovers with a right, but Henderson ducks it! Bubba turns around, and he’s booted in the gut! Double underhook position…looking for a cradle piledriver but Bubba telegraphs and hits Henderson with a back body drop!

Linzi Martin: Am I supposed to be calling this? Is this a damn match or what?

Larry Gordon: Get a referee out here!

Linzi Martin: So it is a legitimate match?

Both men nearly hit their finishers, Jimmy Johnson is coming out here and
is in the ring.

Larry Gordon: It is now.

Bubba grabs a beer bottle from a fan as Henderson uses the guardrail to return to his feet. Bubba swings the bottle at Henderson, but Henderson moves out of the
way and the bottle breaks over the guardrail! Henderson tackles Bubba to the ground! Hard left…hard right…hard left…hard right! Henderson unleashes a
variety of hard shots to Bubba’s head! Henderson lifts Bubba’s head as he cocks his fist back, ready to strike…but Bubba with a quick poke to the eye!
Bubba grabs Henderson by the head…vicious headbutt! He tosses Henderson hard to the floor and gets on top of him. Bubba with another headbutt…and another…and
another! He grabs the broken bottle and scrapes it across Jimmy’s forehead, grinding it in to his face!

Larry Gordon: This match.. uh, brawl, is getting ultra violent. But what did you expect?

Linzi Martin: I didn’t expect to feel so hot and bothered for one thing, is the air conditioner on?

Blood trickles out from the wounds as Bubba smiles. Bubba tosses the bottle to the side and stands. He taunts the crowd before stepping back over the guardrail as Henderson gets up. Henderson makes his

way to the guardrail, and Bubba instantly comes at him with a right…but Henderson blocks it! Jimmy with a right of his own, and Bubba is staggered! He grabs Bubba with a front facelock…front suplex, midsection first across the guardrail! Bubba falls
back in to the crowd, holding at his still injured ribs, as Henderson looks around at the cheering crowd. Henderson hesitates as he approaches a fan. He grabs the fan by the pants, pulling off
the belt. Henderson raises the belt in the air for the crowd to see…and they go ecstatic wanting him to use it on Bubba!

Larry Gordon: Maybe if Bubba’s daddy would have used that on him when he was little, he wouldn’t be such a hellion now… just a thought!

Linzi Martin: Oh I don’t know, I find it kind of sexy and very kinky.

Bubba tries to get back up as he takes a breather on all fours…THWACK! Henderson with a hard crack from the belt across Bubba’s back! THWACK! A second crack!
Bubba squirms in pain as Henderson draws in from the crowd. Bubba uses the guardrail to pull himself to a sitting position, but Henderson presses his boot
against Bubba’s throat…choking the life out of him! Henderson finally releases as Bubba holds his throat. He coughs as he leans his head back…CRACK!
Right on the injured half-ear! And Bubba is in instant pain as he holds the injured half-ear!

Larry Gordon: Smart of Henderson to go after Bubba J’s obvious injuries.

Henderson drops the belt and picks Bubba up. He throws Bubba over the guardrail and follows after him. Henderson lifts Bubba back to his feet and smashes him
face first in to the ring post before rolling him in to the ring! Henderson climbs up to the apron and enters the ring as Jimmy Johnson calls for the opening
bell, but Henderson is met with a boot to the gut from Bubba! Bubba tackles him to the mat and applies a side headlock, pounding away at his face! Bubba releases the side headlock and gets to his feet. He stomps at Jimmy’s left shoulder. Now his head…right shoulder…abdomen…right knee…right
ankle…and a hard stomp to the chest!

Larry Gordon: Finally we get a bell, this match has been going for about 10 minutes already!

Linzi Martin: I know, I can’t believe I’ve been going that long either.

Bubba brings Henderson back to his feet and sends him hard to the corner. Bubba follows in for a clothesline, but Henderson moves out of the way! Bubba hits
chest first hard in to the corner and turns around to eat a hard right from Henderson. Henderson has Bubba in the corner and continues with a series of body
and head shots! He pulls Bubba out of the corner…European uppercut, and Bubba falls to the mat. Henderson leaps in to the air…knee drop to the forehead…and
he makes the quick cover!

ONE!

NO!

Bubba kicks out!

Larry Gordon: Bubba is still one half of the Tag Team Champions, but Jimmy is bringing his damn best here tonight to show
that he could be in line for a singles shot.

Henderson brings Bubba back to his feet and plants a forearm to the face. He whips Bubba to the corner…and Bubba reverses. Bubba with a hard boot to the
gut, and he follows with a series of knees to the gut in the corner! Henderson falls to a sitting position, and Bubba continues with stomp after stomp to
the head! He lifts Henderson out of the corner…inverted atomic drop. Bubba hits the far ropes…massive lariat, nearly decapitating Henderson! Bubba lifts
Henderson to a sitting position, places his knee in to the center of Jimmy’s back, and applies a rear chinlock.

Linzi Martin: Don’t stop the violence now with a technical move Bubba J! I’m nearly there!

Larry Gordon: Is this what the announcing has come to, screaming out masterbation orgasms?

Linzi Martin: Pretty much.

Larry Gordon: No wonder our male viewers tune in on such a repeat basis.

Henderson struggles to free himself of the hold as Johnson checks on him. Henderson slowly makes his way to one knee…and back to a standing position. Bubba
floats over in to a side headlock, but is met with a back elbow to the gut. Henderson with a second…and a third! Bubba releases the hold. He comes at Jimmy for another lariat, but Henderson ducks. Henderson grabs Bubba by the shoulder to spin him around…spike DDT! Henderson looks at the cheering crowd before bringing
Bubba back to his feet. Left hook to the body, right hook to the body, left knee to the skull, another hook, another knee…the flood gates of pain have opened up! And Henderson quickly
positions Bubba for his finisher! He has one arm hooked, reaching for the second…but Bubba spins out! Bubba grabs Henderson for the Trailor Park Trash…but
Henderson pushes off! Bubba turns around…superkick…but he catches the foot! He pulls Henderson in to him…bone crushing spinebuster!

Larry Gordon: That had to hurt, how much more can these men take?

Linzi Martin: Mmmmmm…. mmmmmm….. ummmmmm….

Bubba crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up. He makes his way to the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He waits as Jimmy begins to get back up…double axe handle to the back of the neck! He picks Henderson up and sends him in to the ropes…haymaker right to knock Jimmy down! Bubba falls on him for the cover, hooking the leg and pressing with his forearm across the face!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Henderson kicks out!

Larry Gordon: It was almost over like that. One shot! But you might have to kill Jimmy to beat him tonight.

Linzi Martin: Yeeeeeeeeeessssss!

Larry Gordon: That… was… very… loud.

Linzi Martin(panting): What did I miss?

Bubba lifts Henderson to a sitting position. He hits the ropes and returns with a hard shoulder to Jimmy’s spine! Henderson falls to the mat in pain as Bubba
drops the knee across the chest. He lifts Henderson to a sitting position again. Again, Bubba hits the ropes and returns with a shoulder to the spine! Bubba
lifts Henderson to a sitting position one more time, but instead just kicks Henderson in the face to send him back to the mat! Bubba makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Henderson gets his shoulder up! Bubba picks Henderson up and sends him to the corner. He comes at Bubba with a full head of steam…devastating lariat! He pulls
Henderson out of the corner, clutching his skull with the left hand. He pulls back the right for a haymaker…but Henderson pushes off…spinning roundhouse kick! Henderson connects with Bubba’s jaw, and the impact sends Bubba to the outside through the ropes! Henderson falls to the mat trying to catch his breath as Bubba lays
lifeless on the outside!

Larry Gordon: The crowd is going crazy! This match is exactly what we expected and more. If these men aren’t hurting tomorrow, it’s cause they’re dead!

Linzi Martin: I know, I’m all really sensitive like, ya know what I mean?

Henderson finally pulls himself back to his feet and approaches the ropes. WHACK! Bubba with a garbage can lid to his skull as Henderson was stepping out to the apron! Bubba slides in with the lid…smile on his face. He walks to the corner and wedges the lid between the ropes. Bubba picks Henderson up
and brings him to the corner. He smashes Jimmy’s face in to the lid…and a second time! Henderson falls to the mat. Bubba reaches to pick Henderson up, but Henderson pulls Bubba, forcing him head first in to the lid! Henderson returns to his feet as Bubba stumbles, turning from the corner…lariat by Jimmy, and Bubba falls back in to the corner!

Linzi Martin: It’s a shame either man has to lose this match.

Larry Gordon: But they do, but how will it end?!

Henderson backs off. He comes at Bubba again…a second lariat…this time followed by a running bulldog! Bubba flips on to his back, squirming in pain as
the crowd goes ecstatic. Henderson makes his way to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle…a big time cross body, with a trashcan lid assistance! Henderson gets back up, holding the lid in his hand as he waits for Bubba to return to his feet. Bubba is up…boot to the gut! He’s positioned, but quickly pushes Henderson off. Henderson comes
at Bubba for a clothesline…but Bubba with a powerslam counter, and he has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Henderson gets the shoulder up at the last second!

Larry Gordon: Bubba doesn’t want to lose, Henderson doesn’t want to lose, and yet neither man has any quit!

Linzi Martin: I know, its getting to me again.

Bubba appears frustrated as he checks with Johnson to make sure it wasn’t a three. He rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the timekeeper’s table. Bubba grabs the ring bell and slides back in to the ring. He waits like a viper for Henderson to get back to his feet. Bubba comes at Henderson…but he ducks under the bell! Bubba turns back to Henderson and is met with a hard forearm to the head…and a second…and a third, causing Bubba to drop the bell!
Henderson backs Bubba up to the ropes and whips him, but Bubba reverses. Bubba leans over for a back body drop, but instead is met with a stiff kick to the jaw! Bubba stumbles back for a second before stumbling towards Jimmy Henderson…drop toe hold, face first on to the bell! And Bubba is busted wide open! Kryenik
picks up the ring bell and stands over Bubba. Bubba slowly gets to all fours…CRACK! Henderson with the ring bell right to the back of Bubba’s head! And Bubba falls back to the mat!

Larry Gordon: Bubba’s head looks like road kill right now.

Linzi Martin: Very fresh road kill.

Henderson smiles as he drops the bell. He sits on Bubba’s back…grabs both arms…straight jacket submission! Johnson instantly checks on Bubba who is also bleeding
from the mouth. Bubba refuses to give up as he coughs out some blood. Henderson yanks back, applying more pressure as Bubba struggles to break Henderson’s grip. Bubba is unable to break the grip, but he makes it to all fours. Bubba slowly makes his way back to his feet as Henderson still holds the arms! Bubba
tries pulling himself to the corner, but Henderson pulls him back near the center of the ring! Bubba leans forward to lift Henderson in the air…and he falls
back, driving all of the air out of Henderson’s body, forcing Henderson to release the hold!

Linzi Martin: If Bubba didn’t counter that, it would be over!

Larry Gordon: A very big important point in the match there.

Bubba slowly returns to his feet. He picks up Henderson and sends him hard to the corner. Bubba with a shoulder block to the gut…and another. Bubba drives
his shoulder repetitively in to Henderson’s gut, taking the air out of him! He taunts the crowd as Henderson slumps to a sitting position in the corner. Bubba
rushes at Jimmy…knee to the face! He drags Henderson by the feet to the center of the ring and hits the far ropes…elbow drop! Bubba makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Henderson gets his shoulder up! Bubba brings Henderson to a sitting position and hits the ropes…shoulder to the spine again! He places his knee in to the center of his back again, and again applies a rear chinlock. Johnson checks on Henderson, but Henderson won’t give up as he struggles to get to his
feet. He slowly does and plants a perfect elbow to the gut! Bubba floats to a side headlock and applies more pressure. Henderson tries to push him off, but Bubba won’t let go! Henderson with an elbow to the gut…and a second…and Bubba finally lets go! Henderson whips Bubba in to the far ropes, but Bubba reverses
it! Bubba grabs Henderson off the rebound for a spinebuster, but Henderson struggles in mid-air, and lands on his feet with Bubba in a powerbomb position!

Larry Gordon: This might be it!

Henderson hooks one arm, and he’s reaching for the second, but Bubba spins out…TRAILER PARK TRASH! Henderson is out, but Bubba doesn’t make the cover, he simply falls on Jimmy for a pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… The Ragin’ Redneck… Bubba J!

Larry Gordon: What a hellacious match from these two men here tonight.

Linzi Martin: Both gave it their best, and Jimmy Henderson nearly pulled out a victory.

Larry Gordon: He should be proud in that fact.

Linzi Martin: Falling just short of one of this company’s champions, yeah he should be.

Larry Gordon: For Linzi Martin, Jenny Jersey, and the rest of Rebel Pro… I’m Larry Gordon and tune in next week as we are going to be finalizing the Hell O Ween card. So long and good night!

***Quick Results***
Justin Case runs his mouth.

Virgil Keenan defeats Chad Kurtis
Finale and Gabe Shelley brawl, Gabe on the upperhand the Mad Dogg that he is.

Jamie Flynn defeats Mikey Massacre who appears to be fighting JamieLisa instead.

Bubba J pokes fun at Mikey’s loss.

Bubba J defeats Jimmy Henderson in a brawl around ringside.