The scene fades from the Durham 8 TV News commercial into a scene out of some action packed sports event. The cage is massive in size, destructive in its weaponry, and ready to possibly end a career or two here tonight. The cage stands over fifty feet tall and has over three miles of barbed wire woven through the chain link type fence that is the foundation of this behemoth.

JENNY JERSEY(voice over): Tonight we are promised a new World Champion…

The camera moves in from the top of the bleachers here at Durham County Stadium, in Durham North Carolina.

JENNY JERSEY: All Rebel Pro competitors in the event, but only two will be walking out a Rebel Pro Champion.

The scene cuts to the middle cage where the Aggression Championship is wrapped in sort of a barbed wire cage of its own, making sure that if anyone wants the championship; they are going to have to earn it.

JENNY JERSEY: Will the malicious magician come out to defend her Aggression title?

The camera shoots to the top cage, showing the World Title in a glass case, but nothing in the cage to break the glass with.

JENNY JERSEY: Or will she walk out with more?

Simon Kalis’ face fades in, briefly showing him making the title gesture from the most recent episode of Aggression.

JENNY JERSEY: The same question can be asked of Simon Kalis…

Chad Kurtis fades into view, being quickly followed by Jacob Venar…

JENNY JERSEY: Can the returning Chad Kurtis regain his past glory as World Champ? Can Jacob Venar become a two time Rebel Pro Champion?

Ominous music plays through the speakers, both on the field and piped into the recording as the filming takes place.

JENNY JERSEY: Only the end of the night will answer the question… But for now…

The music reaches a peak, turning into hard guitar riffs, bringing the adrenaline up to a fever pitch.

JENNY JERSEY: Lets! Get! Ready!

The scene cuts to the cage, not much change except for that the place is packed to the top of the bleachers, the field around the cage is packed, and about six ambulances are ready to take away the injured. Jenny stands center ring, microphone in hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Durham, North Carolina! Are?! You?! Ready?!

They sound like they are ready, they begin stomping and a chant breaks out on the field, slowly moving up to the bleacher seats.

“RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro!”

Jenny turns around, allowing the microphone to pick up the chanting from all of the various sides; smiling she brings the microphone back up to her lovely blood red lips…

JENNY JERSEY: Without further adue… introducing the Rebel Pro Announce team…

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the football team’s lockerroom comes cialis online both Mikey Massacre and Bubba J to the roar of the crowd. Taking their seats at a plain folding table, they put on their headsets as the song fades into…

“I Hear the Voices” by Uriah Heap hits up the speakers set around the stadium and the crowd pop huge ffor the man walking down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Miller’s Trailer Park, right here in Durham; he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… BOBBY LEE!

Bobby looks up at the gigantic structure and gulps visibly before stepping in.

BUBBA J: Bobby Lee doesn’t look like he wants into this match very much.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like a possible career ender in there, will there be enough of anyone left for next week’s Aggression?

BUBBA J: Doubt it Mikey, we might have to strap the boots on for the show.

“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones hits up and the crowd, even as large as they are, give a very mixed reaction; Jacob has quite a few supporters.

JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia, Canada; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… “THE FALCON” JACOB VENAR!

MIKEY MASSACRE: If Jacob wants to regain the belt, he’s got to fight the longest match of his career as somehow he got unlucky number two.

BUBBA J: Luck of the draw, except for Simon, the egotistical maniacal assholeing sumbitch that he is.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You don’t like Simon much, do you?

BUBBA J: If he burnt you, drug you behind a vehicle, and then beat you down some more… would you?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d probably hold a grudge, so I’m guessing you two don’t exchange Christmas cards?

Jacob looks up buy generic cialis at the cage with a smile on his face before stepping in and allowing Alan Stone to lock the door behind him. Jacob stares up into the ring at Bobby Lee, who is still looking around at the weapons hanging from the cage walls and knowing the destruction they are going to cause.

DING DING

Jacob from behind with a steel chair sends Lee’s face smashing into the turnbuckle, but Venar is quick to pull Lee up and smash him in the face with a forearm shot rocking his head back on his neck. Irish whip sends Lee across the ring, but he ducks under the clothesline attempt sending a kick back into Jacob’s lower back causing him to stumble forward into the ropes. Jacob spins around charging at Lee who leap frogs over the charging Venar. Lee comes down sweeping Venar’s legs out from under him, but Jacob jumps up, coming down with an elbow onto Lee’s head for a counter attack. Venar pulls him up, whipping him into the ropes and sending him sliding to crotch hiimself on the corner post with a hurricanrana. Jacob is up again, heading up top for a big move.

BUBBA J: Jacob taking no prisoner here in the early going, putting it all out on the table.

MIKEY MASSACRE: If he can wear Lee down, it’ll allow him to rest for the rest of the match and who really counts, in his opinion.

BUBBA J: Dr. Massacre, the psychiatrist.

Venar leaps out…

SPREAD! MY! WINGS!

Connects solidly with Lee, but there is no reason for a pin, instead Jacob takes the time to sit up on the top turnbuckle and rest for the next person to come into the Kingdom of Death match. He doesn’t have to wait long as…

“Higher” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a big pop from the crowd is the little hardcore Mexican himself, El Gato! The high flying Mexican superstar runs down to the ring with a barbed wire wrapped sombrero on his head as Alan Stone begins to unlock the door.

JENNY JERSEY: From Mexico City, Mexico; he stands at five feet five inches and weighs in at one hundred fifty-five pounds… EL GATO!

Gato steps into the ring, but Venar is waiting and slams his shoulder into him from the top turnbuckle, cutting himself on the sombrero and its barbed wires. Jacob picks up the hat, grinding it into Gato’s face, but he receives a kick into his balls for his efforts, falling back into the ring steps. Gato up quickly, leaping to the apron, rolling down Venar with a swift kick to his chin for really good measure. Venar rolls off the steps and is face first on the ground, trying to pull himself up, a small trickle of blood coming from his temple where the wire cut him just a moment ago. Gato is up and ripping a cattle prod from the wall and brandishing it like a fencing sword, pointing it right at Jacob’s ass, reading himself to use it. Jacob is on his hands and knees, El Gato pointing the prod and touching it to Jacob’s ass…

BUBBA J: Bobby Lee coming flying over the top, sending El Gato into the cage with a plancha thingy!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I had forgotten about Bobby Lee for the moment, evidently, Gato and Venar had as well!

The crowd roars as Lee lifts Gato up vertically, but Gato twists around, coming down with an inverted DDT move; however he slams his knees into Lee’s back lifting hiim up as he falls backwards. Lee’s midsection lands on a clump of dirt.

KABOOM!

Dirt and blood fly up into the air as the first of the C4 explosives have been found here in the match. Bobby Lee is screaming in pain and holding at his blody front.

BUBBA J: The baby is screaming like his guts are falling out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It feels like they are.

BUBBA J: It isn’t enough to do much harm.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But it can feel like that.

Gato comes flying with a kick to Bobby’s face just as Venar comes with a kick from behind; effectively sandwiching his head between the two boots.

“Judith” by Perfect Circle hits up into the speakers elliciting a stadium full of boos as Jason Christopher comes from the back, acting all holier than thou on his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Mobile, Alabama; he stands at six feet one inch while weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

Jason eyes the cage with disgust, hating the hardcore violence it is encouraging before stepping into the match. Jason with a quick roundhouse takes El Gato out of the equation for the time being. Jacob looks up right into a forearm from the Alabamian that rocks his head on his neck. Jason with a whip sends Jacob into the cage, the barbs tearing at his flesh as he rebounds with murder in his eyes. Jason ducks under hooking the leg and sending Venar down with a Northern Lights suplex onto the ground.

KABOOM!

Another C4 explosive charge sends both Venar and Christopher rolling from the impact, both bleeding from the slight explosion.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Any idea how many of those there might be?

BUBBA J: Not sure, but they’ll probably be like Easter eggs, they’ll find some in the fall during a football game.

Jason picks himself, stumbling over to Venar, slamming his foot down on the back of his head. Jacob slams a chop into Jason’s inner thigh sending him down to one knee on the ground. Jacob rolls over sending both feet into Jason’s face causing him to fall flat on his back. El Gato digs under the ring, pulling out a ladder just as Bobby Lee whimpering pulls out a wooden table. Gato and Lee look at each other, and come together. Lee spits in Gato’s face, nailing him right in the nuts with a vicious field goal kick.

BUBBA J: And its…. good!

Gato doubles over in pain, Lee lifting and slamming him front first onto the ladder with a loud clanging sound. Lee climbs the side of the cage, falling down after he is about fifteen feet up with an elbow drop onto Gato driving his face into the ladder with an elbow drop. Lee rolling off gets up to his feet, getting nailed in the back with a missile dropkick from Venar and the top rope. Lee’s face slams hard into the cage wall, tearing the flesh with the sharp barbs as he slides down; creating rivers of blood to drip on the ground. Venar is up again, leaping to the apron and scampering up top to dive off on Jason Christopher with a flipping plancha. Jason swings upwards with a kick, catching Jacob just under the chin, The Falcon falling like a rock to the ground.

BUBBA J: What a kick!

“Pink Panther” theme picks up on the sound system as from the back to a mixed reaction, but more boos than cheers, is the Rob Robinson protege; Scottie “The Panther” Snow.

JENNY JERSEY: From Memphis, Tennessee; he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… SCOTTIE “THE PANTHER” SNOW!

Scottie makes his way to the cage door and refuses to get into the environment, mentioning something about his contract. Referee Alan Stone seems to listen, until accidentally shoving Snow into the cage and locking the door. Scottie looks at Alan Stone with fury and confusion written on his face. Jason Christopher spins Snow around, nailing him in the chest with a chop. Love him or hate him, Christopher gets a “Wooooooo” from the capacity crowd. Christopher with a second chop, a third, and a fourth before whipping Snow towards the ring. Snow slams hard into the steel post before Christopher rolls him under the bottom rope. Christopher bends down, Snow with a foreign object in the shape of brass knuckles nails Christopher in the face busting his nose; possibly breaking it in the process. Christopher falls back, fury and pain in his eyes. Snow with a swift karate kick rocks Jason’s head to the side and Snow with a monkey flip has Christopher into the center of the ring. El Gato from the apron springs to the top rope and flipping over with a leg drop across Jason’s throat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That guy is extremely agile.

BUBBA J: Most Mexican people are.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is a bit prejudice.

BUBBA J: Like they can understand me.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I want it to be known that I do not agree or condone what this man is saying.

Gato gets up, playing to the crowd as Snow yells at him from behind. Gato spins around…

SNOW PLOW!

Gato folds up like an accordion, Snow a bit surprised at his own initiative looks down. Bobby Lee sits up against the cage, not wanting to get back into this type of match and he doesn’t have to as long as he stays in the cage like a good boy. Venar gets up, rolling inside the ring behind Snow, who is still looking down shocked, but slowly growing confident in his abilities. Snow turns around looking for another adversary.

FALCON PUNCH!

Snow doesn’t stay confident long, instead its his turn to crumple to the canvas, out cold from the punch. Venar turns around, breathing heavily and already covered in blood, sweat, and dirt from the match. Venar looks for someone to do battle with…

“They Say I’m Cocky!”

Here’s the man for him and Venar smiles knowingly as from the back to the biggest ovation in Rebel Pro history is none other than “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Chad sprints down to the ring, darting inside the cage as soon as Alan Stone has it open; never breaking his stride. Chad looks up into the ring as Venar stands there, having cleared the ring, and awaits battle with “The Show” Chad steps through the ropes, collar and elbow with Jacob. Chad with a fast go behind into a hammerlock, but Jacob with a counter of a wristlock of his own. Chad rolls forward, flips back, but Jacob stops it all with a kick into Show’s midsection, trying to cause him to stumble at least once. Chad runs up the corner, flipping over and catching Venar in a headlock, bringing him down with a tornado DDT.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn, what speed from Chad.

BUBBA J: He should have it, he’s been resting up for months, the damn faker.

Chad up and off the ropes with a baseball slide into Venar’s head that rolls him over onto his back. Chad off the top rope…

BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!

Chad is up quickly and here comes Scottie with The Snow Plow! Chad with a leap frog over Snow and a duck under Jason’s clothesline attempt. Show springing from the middle rope catches Christopher in the face with an enzeguri sending him to one knee. Chad off the ropes Shining Wizard takes Jason down. However Snow is back on the hunt and ready to deliver a crushing blow to “The Show” in his return. Snow leaps forward with another Snow Plow attempt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Snow with a Snow Plow attempt!

BUBBA J: But Show showing how he was faking by leap frogging again.

Snow turns around, a third attempt.

BLUEGRASS BREEZE!

Snow is down, Chad rolling up. Jacob Venar with a spear sends Chad through the ropes! Jacob manages to catch the rope, preventing himself from going through to the outside. Jacob bounces off the opposite ropes, coming flying over the top with a suicide dive onto “The Show” sending him spinning away into the barbed wire cage siding!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It didn’t take Chad long and he’s already bleeding.

BUBBA J: Yeah, but he’ll probably take off six months now; you know how much of a pansy he is.

Chad pulls himself out of the wrie, firing off a series of rights and forearms to Jacob’s face backing him up against the ring apron. Chad leaps up to the apron, firing off a kick to the back of his skull. Jacob telegraphs, Dragon Screw Legwhip from the apron as Chad falls to the floor. Chad manages to get back up, kick to the face sends him back down. Chad rolls out of the way of an elbow drop, but Jacob kips back up to his feet, side kick to Chad, but Kurtis catches the foot pounding Jacob in the side of the skull with a forearm, Jacob with an enzeguri causes Chad to plant his face into the ground being churned up by the two combatents. Jacob leaps back up, pulling Chad up with him.

BUBBA J: Oh my gawd!

El Gato flying over the top rope with a steel ladder assisted suicide dive! The ladder slams into both Chad and Jacob sending them into the cage and bouncing back as El Gato spins the ladder around catching Jacob in the ribs and Chad in the face busting him open even more. Chad falls down, Jacob into the cage rebounding with flying fists. El Gato, ladder still in his grip, drops to one knee shoving the ladder into his midsection doubling him over. Scottie Snow leaps from the top rope with a steel chair bringing it down on Venar’s back sending his mouth onto Gato’s knee and Venar is out cold here, but strangely smiling.

“Animals” by Nickelback pumps into the speakers and from the back is the Brazilian Sensation himself, Jaice Wilds!

JENNY JERSEY: From Puerto Vehlo, Brazil; he stands at five feet six inches while weighing in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice comes into the cage, looking for someone to attack or somewhere to leap from; he doesn’t care which and not necessarily in that order either. Jace spots Bobby Lee nursing his wounds and yes, actually licking them; perhaps for nourishment. Jace kicks him right in the face catching Lee off guard and mid lick, but this is a match and anything goes; no one is safe. Jaice grinds Bobby’s face into the wire, ripping the flesh from his bones, or nearly so anyways. Wilds is a man on a mission, slamming Bobby’s face into the ring post before leaping up to kick him right in the chest, sending him back first into the cage. Jaice picks up the ring steps, swinging them around catching Bobby right in the side of the head and it looks like Bobby is crying, either that or he’s got something caught in his eye.

BUBBA J: There’s no crying in wrestling!

Jaice holds the steps up over his head, but Jason Christopher rips them from his grasp, shaking his head “no.” Jaice turns around, boot to the midsection from Christopher and he tosses the steps away, accidentally causing them to land on Scottie Snow in the process of getting back up to his feet. Jason lifts Wilds up, tossing him into the ring and following in quickly after him. Jason lifts Wilds up, forearm to the throat and a knee into the midsection. Jason with a second knee lift to the mids4ection and a vertical suplex puts Wilds on the canvas. Jason off the ropes, leg drop for good measure; but he’s not finished as he pulls Jaice up to his feet. European uppercut rocks Jaice big time and a shoulderblock puts Wilds in the midsection. Jason with a running shoulderblock to Jaice in the corner.

WHISPER IN THE WIND!

Jaice counters and Jason is on the canvas; Jaice wasting no time in climbing up top for a high risk move. Jaice leaps out, front flipping knee across Jason’s throat puts Jaice back on top of this particular action in the match. Gato drags Jacob’s face across the wire, doing his best to remove the flesh from his former World Champion bones. Jacob with an elbow halts El Gato and gets him the advantage back momentarily. Jacob with a second elbow, sending the point of his elbow right into Gato’s little Mexican temple drops him to the ground on his knees. Jacob up to the apron, leaping off with a short missile dropkick casuing the right side of Gato’s head to slam into a steel bar that helps hold up the cage. Jacob rolls over, dripping blood onto the ground and looks up at the second story where the Aggression title is encased in barbed wire and a smirk crosses his lips as he pulls out a pair of wire cutters from under the ring. Jacob tosses the cutters into the ring before sliding the ladder in as well. Jaice Wilds nails Jacob’s ladder right back into his face as he tries to set it up, causing the former World Champion to fall back against the ropes. Jaice with a suplex of the ladder, rings Jacob’s head. Jaice off the ropes, up to the top turnbuckle, grabs Jacob’s head for a DDT while his head is in the ladder!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He may have broken Jacob’s neck!

BUBBA J: All’s fair in Rebel Pro and especially when titles are on the line.

Jacob lays there, his head in the ladder and unmoving and Jaice looks a bit worried at what he has done, but he knows that the same would be done to him in this mad house called Rebel Pro. Chad comes flying over Jaice’s shoulders catching him with a diamond cutter onto the ladder!

MIKEY MASSACRE: No one is safe!

BUBBA J: Damn right Massacre! Damn fucking right!

Chad is up, leg dropping Jaice, sending his throat onto a leg of the ladder for good measure. Kurtis turns around, dropkick from Jason Christopher sends Chad stumbling over both Jaice and the unconscious Venar to fall and get caught up into the ropes. Jason with a leg lariat nearly decapitates “The Show” and unfortunately for him, he’s still tangled in the ropes. Jason pounds him in the face with a forearm before slamming the bottom of his boot right into the face of Chad over and over, finally breaking his nose and causing blood to fly everywhere on the last kick to the face. Jason bounces off the ropes, coming back with a clothesline that untangles Chad, but also sends him rolling out of the ring slamming the side of his head on the ring’s apron.

BUBBA J: Damn, Chad came back for this shit?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, he wants to be a Champion again.

BUBBA J: I’d come back too, ifn I could.

“America” by Rammstein hits the speakers and the crowd, cheering the action in the ring; begins to boo heavily.

JENNY JERSEY: From Bonn, Germany; he stands at seven foot even and weighs in at four hundred pounds… MOKE DOSHKY!

Moke rips the door right out of Alan Stone’s hands and stalks into the ring, carrying a wooden pair of nunchucks, ready for attacking and maiming if he can. First to meet this individual is Bobby, but its because he’s trying to exit the cage. Moke levels him with a nunchuck to the head, busting his temple open, but you can’t tell the wound because of the blood and dirt caked on his head from the hardcore action so far in this match. Chad Kurtis runs along the top rope, diving off with a scissorskick, but Moke expertly rips off a nunchuck shot right to his inner thigh while spinning around and catching him in the lower back with a kick sending him to the ground. Moke steps into the ring, squaring off against Jason Christopher and El Gato, who surprisingly decide to double team this big man. Jason and Gato dive at the big man, Moke with a nunchuck to Jason and a vicious side kick to Gato’s ribs sends him sprawling into the ropes. Gato comes springing back with a front kick to the side of his head, but Moke catches him, military press slam onto the ladder and Gato may also be out cold. Moke looks down at the destruction surrounding the ladder and grins before helping Scottie Snow up to his feet. Moke looks around to see who he can face off against next. Jason Christopher with a spinning heel kick, but Moke merely catches him, powerbombing him onto the ladder for good measure and now the ladder is completely covered in bodies, most of them moving, and again most of them groaning. Scottie looks up to the big man, knowing that one of them will hopefully be walking away with some gold here tonight.

BUBBA J: cialis tadalafil 20 mg Moke came in, Moke dominated, and now Moke is bored; that ain’t good.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Didn’t he and Dragon recently win the PWA Tag Team titles?

BUBBA J: Yes, from our former Rebel Pro Champion, Johnny Maverick and his ASSHOLE buddy Ash Nukem.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba J! We are not here to make fun of his sexual preference!

BUBBA J: What?! I’m not! He was in a stable called The ASSHOLES.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, just the way you said it.

BUBBA J: Get your mind out of the gutter you filthy minded bearded bastard.

“Lipless” by Fear of City hits up nearly immediately after Moke Doshky’s entrance, or so it seems.

BUBBA J: These entrants are really random, you never know who or how long between wrestlers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, Iknow awesome randomness.

JENNY JERSEY: From Jersey City, New Jersey; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… HOSTILE!

BUBBA J: He is one bad sumbitch and my tag team partner over in Victory.

MIKEY MASSACRE: As tough as you?

BUBBA J: Anyone who can sit in a booth with me after I’ve eaten hot wings, is one tough bastard. However, he just won’t drink beer.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is that a fault?

BUBBA J: Nah, just like to drink while I talk business.

Hostile is in the cage, nailing Moke in the face with a steel chair, but the big man only shakes his head. Snow comes in from the side, but Hostile launches him like a lawn dart over the top and into the side of the cage. Hostile turns back to find Moke there twirling his nunchuck around and around; Hostile smiles and nods. Moke swings the chuck, Hostile ducks under peppering Moke in the chin and throat with a rapid fired succession of punches that back the big man up. Hostile presses his advantage with a kick to the inner knee of Moke before spinning around slamming the outside of the same leg as well with a roundhouse kick. Moke falls back into the corner, Hostile jumping to mount hiim in the corner firing down right after right fist into his face. Jason Christopher is up and rips Hostile off of Moke. Hostile spins around, Jason ducking the roundhouse punch. Moke levels Christopher with a clothesline sending him back to the canvas. Jacob Venar, previously wrapped in the ladder in a sick move, leaps to the top rope, diving between them both slamming their heads together with a sickening thunk.

BUBBA J: I’m impressed.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m surprised he even got up after that move earlier.

Jacob spins around, leaping back up split legged kick sends both men backwards. Moke slams back first into the corner, Hostile into a swinging neckbreaker from “The Show”.

BUBBA J: He attacks from behind, the damn sneak!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Alls fair in Rebel Pro, especially when titles are on the line… right?

BUBBA J: Shut up Mikey, just shut up.

Chad gets back up, noticing Jacob doing the same, just a bit more gingerly. Collar and elbow lock up, low blow from Snow puts Jacob’s hands around his manhood instead of Chad’s body, but El Gato with a low blow of his own causes Chad to do much of the same that generic viagra Jacob recently done. Snow grabs Jacob in a side headlock, Gato grabs Chad Kurtis in one as well… they ram their heads together, sending both men down front first on the canvas. Scottie goes for a high five, but El Gato with a leap and grabbing Snow by the back of the head, drags him down planting his face right onto the mat. Gato gets back up, smiling down at Snow, but Jaice rams him in the gut with his boot, spinning him around and clocking him with the point of his elbow sending him into the ropes and a spinning heel kick sends him over the top.

A big ploom of smoke bursts from under the ring, enveloping everyone in its dense cloud. The smoke slowly disapates in the wind from the East and standing on the top turnbuckle is none other than the Aggression Champion, herself, Lisa No wait a minute, its not Lisa , its Lisa Seldon, equally tricky but without all the gawdy apparel that comes with being a tricky magician.

JENNY JERSEY: From Seldoncrest Mansion, New Mexico; standing at five feet six inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds… LISA SELDON!

Lisa Seldon with a flourish flips forward sending Jaice back with a flipping dropkick. Here comes Moke, but Lisa trips him up, causing him to faceplant the steel ladder. Lisa sets the ladder up, diving off with a swanton bomb onto Jacob Venar before calmly and very smoothly picking Moke up and rolling him outside the ring. Here comes Scottie Snow again, Lisa stares at him and Snow just waves his hands, falling back from the glare of Lisa ‘s x-ray vision.

BUBBA J: That stare has frozen poor pitiful Snow.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Freakish… hey, we’ve got another entrant and so quickly after our previous one.

“She Wolf” hits up and from the backstage area, comes Emily Corlen herself.

JENNY JERSEY: From Rockford, Illinois; she stands at five feet six inches while weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds… “CRIMSON WOLF” EMILY CORLEN!

Lisa stares down the walkway at Emily Corlen as she makes her way to the cage.

BUBBA J: Except for Chad Kurtis, all the females came into this match at one group.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You know he’s gonna hit you one of these days.

BUBBA J: Pahlease, I’ve been hit harder by a paraplegic.

Emily steps into the cage and into the ring across from Lisa who flips her wrist, bringing out a baseball bat covered in broken glass from… well… thin air? Emily nods, bringing a nightstick from behind her back; her weapon covered in thumbtacks. The two come together, Lisa swinging the bat, Emily dodging and parrying the bat with the tiny stick. Emily darts in, pulling the stick down Lisa ‘s face drawing a tiny bit of blood, but Lisa fires back with a boot into the midsection and slamming the bat across Emily’s face before dragging it across her lovely cheeks. Lisa looks over to Bubba J, pointing at Emily’s chest, before sticking the bat down her top and moving the bat from side to side.

BUBBA J: Um… bloody tits, got to love that.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Um… yeah, if you say so Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Oh I do Mikey, I really do.

Emily slams the stick into Lisa ‘s midsection before dragging it against the bottom of her chin. Lisa draws back in surprise, rubbing there and feeling the blood on her hand. Emily pressex her advantage with a shot to the side of her head before Emily spins around catching her in the ribs with a roundhouse kick. Lisa falls into the ropes, bouncing back with a right, a left, a right, and a forearm to cap off the combo. Emily falls back, quickly righting herself with a stomp on Lisa’s ankle to stop her momentum. Lisa slams her forearm into Emily’s back sending her to one knee before slamming Corlen in the face with a vicious knee strike!

BUBBA J: What a shot!

MIKEY MASSACRE: If I’ve got it right, we have about three more Rebel Pro regulars to enter the match.

BUBBA J: And they can all come in at once or it may be thirty minutes; we never know.

Emily shoves Lisa back, leaping to the middle rope, coming back around with a kick to the back of Lisa’s head sending her onto one knee. Emily off the ropes, Shining…Lisa ‘s counter sends Emily down onto the forgotten table! Emily’s back arches from the pain of the contact of wood and skin, but Lisa is not finished yet as she climbs the bent and nearly broken ladder. Lisa looks down on Emily, leaping out…

SWANTON THROUGH THE TABLE!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s broken in half!

BUBBA J: Nope, don’t want her anymore now, if she can’t do what I need.

Lisa pulls herself up…

“Hard Rock Hallelujah” comes to life and The Dragon walks from the backstage area, confident and showering in the boos of the fans here in Durham.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from Parts Unknown, he stands at six feet one inch while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… THE DRAGON!

Dragon steps up to the cage just as Europe’s “Final Countdown” hits up in the speakers.

BUBBA J: Quickest turnover of the night, another entrant before the previous one even steps into the cage.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Who turned out the lights?!

The lights are gone, no light except for that provided by the stars above but the sounds of fighting can still be heard inside the cage of doom. The lights are still out when flames erupt in the cage, right outside of the cage and back at the backstage area where The Phoenix was just stepping out from when they all went dark.

BUBBA J: Its Dark Phoenix, bet ya.

MIKEY MASSACRE: How do you know?

BUBBA J: I see him in the r ing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: How in this pitch blackness?

BUBBA J: Night vision hunting goggles.

The lights come back…

BUBBA J: Damn! My eyes!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hahahahaheeeheeeheeehahahahaheeeheeeheeehahaha.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey, right in the ear!

The lights are back and all four members of Phoenix’s Pantheon are gone from both the match and the wrestling area, only piles of ashes remain. Perched on the side of the cage is a poster of a dark Phoenix. The wrestlers all look at the image before turning to find someone to fight with and something to bash them on the head or body with as well. Lisa finds her bat nailing Chad Kurtis over the back with hit causing him to hit a knee. Bobby Lee… is crawling under the ring to get away, screaming like a little baby as he does so. Jason Christopher punts Emily Corlen in the head as Jaice Wilds locks horns with Jacob Venar over in the corner. El Gato climbs up the ladder, hanging from the bottom of level two right above the throng of bodies exchanging blows with fists and weapons. Gato lets a Mexican war cry loose before falling down with a splash onto everyone, taking them all out, well except for Bobby Lee who’s wimpering can be heard from under the ring. Gato gets up, but Lisa shoves her hand into his gut with a thrust, causing him to double over. Emily comes off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker flattening him onto his back. Chad Kurtis with an elbow from the top, but Jacob spears him in mid-air to stop the attack as he still is concentrating on Chad Kurtis for some reason. Jacob and Chad fall through the ropes and back to the outside. Lisa looks at the two on the outside before whipping Emily into the ropes. Emily rebounds, Lisa launches her over the top with a back body, and Corlen crashes into both men on the outside in splendid fashion.

Hostile pulls Bobby Lee from under the ring, screaming and whimpering; not to mention begging for mercy from the Demon of Jersey City. Hostile lifts him up, tossing him into the cage before lifting him up and tossing him down with single minded precision.

KABOOM!

The C4 explodes and Bobby Lee gets a body full of C4 for the second time in t his match and he’s got to be feeling the pain.

“Homecoming” by Kanye West hits up and from the back, still to a mixed reaction bordering on mixedness comes Simon Kalis.

JENNY JERSEY: From Montreal Quebec, Canada; he stands at six feet three inches while weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… SIMON KALIS!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The last entrant!

BUBBA J: He has to enter the ring for the second level to be unlocked, they all look like hungry dogs in that cage!

Simon walks past the announcers’ table, making sure to flick Bubba J the finger before continuing around to the door of the cage. Simon steps through the door, ripping a chair off the wall, one of the many weapons still remaining. Simon also bends down, pulling up a cattle prod that someone was going to use earlier, but dropped. Simon checks the weapons before stepping on into the ring. Lisa turns around.

*WHAM! ZAP!*

Lisa falls back, jerking from the force of teh cattle prod, Simon enjoys it and reaches in for another zap.

*WHAM! ZAP!*

Lisa jerks again, unable to stop herself from flopping because that shit hurts.

BUBBA J: That shit hurts Mikey, makes you wonder what fucking truck just hit you.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Never felt one before, but I think I’ll keep it that way, thanks.

Simon leans down, setting the chair perfectly before pulling Lisa up to her feet, still shaking uncontrollably from the double shock of the cattle prod. Simon lifts her up…

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Order Never Dies! Onto a steel chair!

BUBBA J: Lisa has to be out… wait a second that’s my boss. I should be happy, but that pisses me off!

Simon lifts Lisa back up, tossing her over the top rope and to the outside where she rolls up against the steel cage. The second level is unlocked and Simon lifts the broken ladder up, but its bent and warped, falling to the right side. Simon shoves the ladder into Jacob Venar, but Venar shoves it right back into Simon’s face. Simon and Jacob come to lock up as a second ladder is slid into the ring by Jaice Wilds and set up under the hole leading to the second level.

BUBBA J: Be right back Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wher…

Bubba J gets up from the table, heading over in a hurry to Lisa who is still not moving after the cattle prod in the heart twice and subsequent spinning kamikaze on the chair. Bubba J hands her a bottle of water as Simon sends Jacob into the corner with an Irish whip.

BUBBA J: Here, drink this, it’ll help.

Lisa nods slowly, able to get down some of the water. Bubba J looks up at Simon who spins around and goes to dive over the top as Bubba J is helping his Victory Wrestling boss.

BUBBA J: Here, this’ll knock down a cow.

Simon dives over, yelling at Bubba J, who flicks Simon off, but Simon reaches down for the cattle prod… Jason Christopher pushes it through the cage, unable to be used by anyone now. Simon nails Christopher with a sole kick causing him to slam the back of his head into the corner post and slump down against the ground; his head leaning up against the post. Simon with a running knee smashes the young wrestler into unconsciousness but Simon isn’t finished. He looks up into the ring where Emily Corlen is in a collar and elbow lock up with Jaice Wilds. Emily with a go behind, dropping it for a side headlock and a springboard bulldog, that slams Jaice’s face right onto the dented steel chair. Simon turns back around, leaning over Lisa Seldon now.

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZRKPT

Simon folds like an accordion, unable to hold his crotch where the prongs of Lisa’s taser stick out from her hand. Lisa turns to Bubba J, nodding and smiling.

BUBBA J: Ok Mikey, I’m back; didya miss me?

MIKEY MASSACRE: What are you doing getting involved?

BUBBA J: I hate Simon’s fucking guts and since I can’t be in there whooping that ass, figured I’d let Lisa have some fun.

Simon flops for about five seconds, long enough for Lisa to start digging under the ring and come out with the third and final ladder under the ring. Lisa turns around, Simon still unable to really move thanks to the five seconds of “Riding The Bull” from Lisa. Lisa digs under the ring again, pulling out a glass table and a spool of barbed wire.

BUBBA J: Things bout to get serious Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think they’ve been playing around Bubba J.

Lisa wraps the wrie around and around her foot, effectively making a boot of barbed wire on her left foot; then she does the same to the other foot before setting up the glass table. Lisa climbs to the top of the ladder, the stadium lights causing sparkles to glimmer on the barbed wire boots she is now wearing. On the other side of the ropes(inside the ring) Emily Corlen meets Chad Kurtis and Jacob cheap cialis Venar in the second level where Venar is reaching through the wire at the Aggression Championship. Simon rolls up to his feet, turning around.

SUPER DROPKICK!

The barbs embed themselves in Simon’s face, and blood pours out of the wounds in a heavy flow.

BUBBA J: Damn, she knocked out his glass eye!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ebay before the night is over.

Lisa pulls Simon up, rolling him onto the glass table and then wrapping his whole head in barbed wire to make a mask of wire. Lisa climbs up onto the table, lifting Simon up with a piledriver… Simon reverses, sending Lisa through the glass table with a piledriver instead!

“REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!”

The crowd is definitely into this gigantic match.

BUBBA J: Damn! Glass went everywhere!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad’s got the Aggression title!

BUBBA J: But he’s got to make it out of the cage first to be crowned the new Aggression Champion!

Emily dives after Chad’s legs, causing him to trip and slam his throat into the opening, gagging himself and dropping the title to the canvas below. The cage door to the World title opens up and both Emily Corlen and Jacob Venar are right there to clamber through the opening. Chad falls on through the opening, slamming his shoulder onto the canvas, on top of the Aggression title. Chad lays there not moving.

BUBBA J: Now, he may truly be hurt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The way he landed on his shoulder can’t be good.

Jaice scoops up the title, diving for the cage door as Alan Stone opens it up. El Gato nails him with a dropkick to the mouth sending him rolling over and the Aggression title flying away from him in the process. The belt lands about three feet away from Jason Christopher, who grabs it and staggers up to his feet, heading for the door. Bobby Lee trips him up, nailing him in the back of the head with the pair of wire cutters and walking to the door with the Aggression title.

BUBBA J: Bobby Lee with the Agression Title!

MIKEY MASSACRE: El Gato nails Bobby Lee in his jalapeno right as he is about a step away from the exit!

Jacob sends Emily falling from the top level with a dropkick. Emily falls back, tripping and falling through the top level and to the second level!

BUBBA J: Emily nearly from the top to the bottom!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She slides on through to the bottom to land heavily on her feet. Emily springs up to the ladder, and begins climbing as Simon sends her toppling from the ladder with a dropkick to her ribs. Simon looks up and shrugs, motioning for Jacob to come on down and join the party. Lisa rolls into the ring, glass glittering in her hair and blood pouring down her face and body to drench her clothes. Lisa stumbles over to Simon, spininng him around booting him in the gut. Simon fires back with a punch to the inner thigh of Lisa as Emily puts one foot out of the cage, Aggression title in her grasp. Jason Christopher yanks her out of the door and back into the cage, the door shutting as she falls back inside.

BUBBA J: So close, no cigar.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Its going to take a lot to come out of this match with your sanity in tact, let alone a title!

Simon shoves Lisa away, but Seldon comes back flipping onto her hands driving Simon into the ladder with the barbed wire boots into the barbed wire mask. Simon trips into the ladder, blood pouring from underneath the wire mask and he hits the canvas. Lisa climbs up the ladder, holding the wire cutters in her hand for some awesome and possibly deadly move. Lisa reaches the second level, booting Jacob in the midsection before sending him through the hole to the bottom level; landing on top of Simon driving the air out of both men. Lisa continues on up to the top level, the only person up there and her eyes on the Rebel Pro World Championship http://viagraonline-genericmall.com/ in the glass case. Simon shoves Jacob off of him as he rolls up to his feet, beginning to climb the ladder.

BUBBA J: Lisa just smashed through the glass case!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s got the World Title!

Simon climbs back down, knowing that Lisa must come back down to get on the outside, he instead turns his attention to the people surrounding him and notices Emily Corlen getting the best of Jason Christopher. Emily with a backhanded slap to Jason’s face ties him up in some barbed wire and Emily grabs the Aggression title, having finally noticed that Lisa has the World Title now.

BUBBA J: Lisa’s cutting through the cage!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Brilliant!

Lisa steps through the slit she cut into the cage as two men jump from the bleacher seats trying to make it to the ring. Security come rushing over, but are too slow as the crowd is packed in here like sardines! Lisa looks down, strapping the World Title around her waist and getting Simon’s attention. Simon, knowing the match must nearly be over and there is only one shot at this looks for his people, the two men leaping over the barricade. Rayn and Marvin Wood come to the cage, Lisa half way down its side but she quickly climbs back up to the top of the bottom level(around the second level’s cage). Simon punt kicks Emily, setting up and nailing Sentencing of the Damned on her onto another buried block of C4 explosive.

KABOOM!

BUBBA J: Are her tits alright? Idon’t mind chuncky chicks, more flesh to grab ya know?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is there any way you could ever be somewhat professional?

BUBBA J: Doubt it.

Simon grabs the Aggression title, delivers a roundhouse kick to Jason Christopher and falls out of the door asJacob Venar spears him from the top rope causing the hard steel of the door’s frame to rip skin from Simon’s temple.

BUBBA J: Jahsus!

MIKEY MASSACRE: DAMN!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Simon Kalis has been declared the Rebel Pro Aggression Champion!

More cheers than when he came in tonight fill the stadium, but there are still some major haters of Simon Kalis. Rayn and Marvin Wood stare up as Lisa ponders what she should do.

BUBBA J: Lisa has the World Title, but won’t be declared champion until her feet touch the ground… I need to go help her!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sit he… nevermind!

Bubba J stands up, heading over to Rayn and Marvin Wood drawing Wood’s attention as Lisa takes a running leap over the side rolling up to her feet on the ground.

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: And your NEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Champion… Lisa Seldon!

Bubba J fires a right into Marvin’s face as he and Rayn help Simon to the backstage what color is viagra area.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Two new Champions crowned here ton… who?…

A candle burns on Megavision and the other televisions set around for the fans to get good views from. Slowly a figure steps into view, still unrecognizable but he stands over six feet tall.

DISTORTED VOICE: Happy Birthday Rebel…

The candle blows out as “Victory” by Puff Daddy plays on the speakers, causing the crowd to boo.

DISTORTED VOICE: What, not glad to have the Millennium Game back to play?

Laughter.

JUSTIN CASE: The best damn thing to ever happen to this company is back boys and girls… and speaking of girls… Lisa Seldon… enjoy your title reign because I will be coming for that title that you just won… So have fun, enjoy the reign because as soon as I get my shot… it’ll be Game Over for you…

The show fades on Lisa begging for Justin Case to bring it on.

Aggression

Aggression Arena

March 25, 2011

Megavision

A pair of dice roll across the table, stopping to show a “7″.

V/O: Seven days until its game over for you all.

A hand reaches out grabbing the dice, rolling them once more; again a “7″.

V/O: In seven days, my lucky seven days I will come in and dominate Rebel. Enjoy the next seven days, because on the seventh day…

The dice roll once more, tumbling slowly to land on “2″, or “Snake Eyes”

V/O: It will be snake eyes for the rest of you.”

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with The Freak Show talking trash but their sildenafil for erectile dysfunction voices are muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Jacob Venar climbing to the top turnbuckle!

“You got some attitude”

Venar hits the ‘Spread My Wings’ on some poor bastard!

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

Massacre and Bubba J sitting at ringside in a heated debate!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Marina Blue slinking her way to ringside, dressed in her slutty best!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Lizatanna! Holding the REBEL Aggression championship high over her head!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Phoenix and the team of Might And Magic!

“Attitude, attitude”

Jacob Venar throws Chris Casino off the top of a cage!

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

A giant chokeslam from Matthew Kurtis!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Freak Show winning the REBEL Tag Titles from the Bluegrass Mafia V.2!

BUBBA J: What a bunch of clowns!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Darth Zwart stalking his way down to the ring!

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title!!

“You got some attitude”

Jacob Venar with the World Title draped over his shoulder.

As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marina Blue hitting a springboard seated senton on some poor (or lucky!) jobber!

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

The Tex-Mex Express battling with The Big Bo$$ Rider$!

“You got some attitude”

A rapid series of images of former REBEL Icons – Rex Caliber, Kyle Roberts, The ‘Assman’ Mike Trey, Great Alaskan Ninja!

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! “

He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNECTS!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!

A pause…

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!

“Carbomb” hits up in the speakers as the massive form of Vincent Black comes from the back to a very large amount of booingTop of Form 1
. A fan has a poster in the crowd reading “Bring back Zwart, he was more entertaining!”

JENNY JERSEY: Standing at six feet eleven inches while weighing three hundred and thirty-one pounds… from Glens Falls, New York… VINCENT BLACK!

Vincent walks over to the poster, laughing before yanking the poster out of the fan’s hands and tearing it in half.

BUBBA J: You show that retarded sumbitch Vincent!

Vincent gives the fan the finger before walking on to the ring and up the steps showing off his Extreme Elite wrestling shorts.

“Animals” hits up and the crowd’s booing turns to loud applause and cheering as running from the back comes the Brazilian Sensation, Jaice Wilds!

JENNY JERSEY: Standing at five feet six inches while weighing one hundred and eighty-four pounds ; from Puerto Vehlo, Brazil… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice runs down the aisle slapping fans while never taking his eyes off Vincent in the ring.

DING DING

Allen Stone calls for the bell and Jaice ducks under a massive clothesline from Black and counters with an angle kick to the thigh. Black just smiles at the much smaller man as he goes for a haymaker that Wilds again dodges.

CHAD KURTIS: When is Black going to learn that speed beats power every time.

BUBBA J: You shut your mouth, Vincent was twice the champion you were.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hey, calm down you two and call the match.

Jaice ducks around a few more of Black’s big hits as he peppers the big man with shots to the legs. Vincent goes down to one knee as The Extreme Aerialist lands a hard hitting roundhouse to the knee off his opponent. Wilds off the ropes… into a huge spinebuster from Black!

BUBBA J: A whole lotta good speed did for the little fruit bat there.

A quick cover but Jaice kicks out at one and a half. Black rolls to the out side and grabs a crutch from one of the fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’ll never know for the life of me why there always seems to be a guy on crutches in the front row.

Vincent is back in the ring and taking careful aim with the crutch… THWACK! Wilds with a crotch shot out of nowhere! Black on the ground holding his family jewels as Jaice picks up the discarded crutch. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!!! Wilds is laying shot after shot with the crutch to Black’s head and back.

CHAD KURTIS: Black still not getting much from his power and size advantage.

Wilds throws away the crutch and heads to the top rope.

BUBBA cialis tadalafil comprar J: Get up Vincent before that damn fruit bat does something we ain’t going to like!

Too late as Jaice hits a corkscrew senton and stays for the cover.

One…

Tw… No! Black kicks out!

Jaice hits the ropes and lands a rolling thunder before rolling out and digging under the ring to pull out… A barbed wire wrapped baseball bat!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice looking to show Black he’s no push over.

BUBBA J: It’ll take a helluva lot more than that to keep Vincent down.

Black slowly getting to his feet as Wilds lines up his shot… THWACK! Jaice nails Black in the face and the blood starts to pour. Jaice starts to grind the barbed wire into the face of Vincent but Black starts to fight back with a fist to the mid-section. Another shot from Black staggers Wilds, forcing him to drop the bat.

BUBBA J: That’s it Vincent, show that fruit bat who the real Vincent Black is.

Vince sends Jaice into the ropes with an Irish Whip and Jaice bounces back with a with a springboard back elbow attempt! But Black catches him and turns it into a mean backbreaker. Black follows up with a leg drop across Wilds throat before picking him up and sending him to the out side with a gorilla press. Black follows Wilds outside and gives him a soccer kick to the ribs, sending him into the guard rail. Black starts grabbing chairs and throwing them into the ring. Jaice is slowly getting to his feet as Vincent turns his attention back to his downed opponent. Black start lining up for something as Jaice reaches a vertical base… Running Big Boot from Black! Jaice nose looks to be busted as blood seems to explode from it on impact. Vincent grabs Wilds and sends him back into the ring while following close behind. BLACK WITH A CHOKESLAM ONTO THE PILE OF CHAIRS! Black with a cover.

One..

Two…

Three… NO, NO, NO!
Jaice rolls the shoulder up at the last possible moment!

CHAD KURTIS: Jaice my not be a strong as Black but he has twice the heart.

BUBBA J: Which would be four times the heart you have you coward!

Black starts arguing with the ref saying it was a slow count but Allen is having none of it. Black grab Jaice and pulls him towards the chairs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Dear God, I think he’s going to deliver the New Hope onto those chairs!

BUBBA J: Thata boy Vince. Show That fruit bat who the real Champ is!

Vincent hoists him up for The New Hope… NO! Jaice turns it into a spinning DDT onto the chairs. A arm drapes over Vincent’s shoulders.

One…

Two…

Thr… No, Vince kicks out!

Jaice grabs a chair and heads to the top rope… A Frog Splash with the Chair! Another Cover.

One…

Two…

Three! NO! Vince gets the shoulder up one more time.

Jaice heads to the outside and under the ring… He pulls out a ladder and brings it inside. Jaice sets up the ladder and starts to climb… Vince is back on his feet… Jaice leaps… Caught By Black! Vince with a running power slam onto the chairs! He rolls the smaller man off and starts setting the chairs up in some sort of chair pyramid. Vincent now pulling Jaice up the ladder.

CHAD KURTIS: What his Black doing?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know but it doesn’t look good.

Black and Jaice at the top of the ladder… A NEW HOPE!!!! THROUGH THE CHAIR PYRAMID!!! The Pin!

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes! It’s Over!!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Vincent Black!

BUBBA J: Damn right, that’s my boy!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Glad to see that you don’t pick sides.

BUBBA J: Damn right I do, I’m a picky bastard!

Vincent holds his hands up in the air.

BUBBA J: Beers on me at Hardcore Drinking tonight!

He waits a second, thinking about the possible expense.

BUBBA J: Well one free drink to everyone tonight at Hardcore Drinking!

CHAD KURTIS: You are a stingy bastard.

BUBBA J: Don’t you have a meeting with Gordon to go and fake your injury for?

The camera moves backstage. The area seems unknown, yet familiar, and is poorly lit. The camera pans to the left slightly and Emily Corlen comes into view, a black spaghetti string tee pulling tightly against her D cup breasts, showing off every last winding curve of her ample assets. She smirks slightly, licking her lips.

Emily Corlen: I am reborn. Risen from the ashes. Just like my name… just like a Phoenix.

Emily’s attention turns downward; the camera follows her line of sight and comes across her green and gold “Emerald Phoenix” wresting singlet. The camera shifts back up to Emily, who has pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and is in the process of lighting it. She takes a deep drag, then exhales a cloud of acrid smoke before gazing back into the lens of the camera and continuing.

Emily Corlen: In the past, I was a Phoenix. I was also a Pioneer. Things change. This time, for the better.

Emily gazes behind her, the smoke filling the room, reflecting the dim light and accenting Corlen’s features.

Emily Corlen: I am no longer a Pioneer. I am a Rebel. This was not fate… this was destiny.

Emily takes another drag off of her cigarette, exhaling before continuing.

Emily Corlen: When I was a Pioneer, I used the Phoenix as my rallying cry. No matter how many generic viagra times you knocked me down, I would rise up. I would overcome. But now, there is no need for rising from the ashes…

Emily grins, a slight tinge of madness overcoming her.

Emily Corlen: …because I don’t intend to fall. Ever.

Emily gazes back down at her singlet, then drops her cigarette onto it. Within moments, the singlet is set ablaze.

Emily Corlen: Let my old persona burn away with the memories of that shithole known as the Pioneer Wrestling Association. I am not reborn… I am evolved. Transformed into something the likes of which this organization has ever seen.

The camera closes in on Emily’s face.

Emily Corlen: My name is Emily Corlen… the Crimson Wolf… the baddest bitch in REBEL Pro… and I approve this message.

Emily steps backwards, the shadows quickly enveloping her. The camera pans back down on the burning singlet for a few more moments before shifting back to ringside.

BUBBA J: Damn, she has some nice tits.

~Commercial~

Megavision
The scene fades backstage showing Chad Kurtis opening the door to Larry Gordon’s office, a concerned look on his face. Gordon sits down behind his desk, his hands folded over a piece of paper that undoubtedly has Chad’s wrestling future written on its surface. Chad takes a seat and looks expectantly at Gordon, almost visablly itching to get back in the ring.

GORDON: Chad, I’m not going to tadalafil 20mg beat around the bush, neither of us want that at all.

Chad nods.

GORDON: But you know that big match planned for Birthday Bash 2011 where both titles are on the line and every star in Rebel Pro is a part of it and any others that want to come in and join can?

Chad nods.

GORDON: Remember how you begged to be able to compete in it?

Chad again nods.

GORDON: Get your tights out of the closet and be ready, because “The Show” Chad Kurtis returns to action next Friday night.

Chad can’t believe it and the scene fades back to ringside.

BUBBA J: Knew when a prize llike that was on the line he’d come around and no longer be injured.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall and is an AOWF Sanctined match… Introducing first…

The first few chords of Edward Elgar’s fourth Pomp & Circumstance March are played from the PA system into the arena. After a few seconds, “The Purist” Marvin Wood appears from behind the curtain with a dour expression on his face. He walks to the middle of the stage area and stands there for a few seconds, to survey the audience. He then begins walking down the entrance-way. Many of the members of the audience boo, some catcall and a few cheer. He looks at no-one as he approaches the ring, but stretches his fingers a bit. He stretches three fingers on each hand, first, and then four fingers on each hand.

JENNY JERSEY: From Pontefract, England; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds, representing Victory Wrestling… MARVIN WOOD!

Marvin walks towards the ring steps, and walks up them and towards the middle of the apron, sliding his hand over the top rope as he does so. He pauses there for a few seconds, before entering the ring, right leg first and then left leg. He enters the ring with plenty of pomp and circumstance, as if he were a foot taller than he is. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and waits.

“Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the sound system and from the back to an amazing amount of cheering, as he is representing Rebel Pro, is Jacob Venar.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, representing Rebel Pro; he stands at six feet two inches, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds from British Columbia, Canada… “THE FALCON” JACOB VENAR!

Jacob stares into the ring at his opponent for tonight, Marvin Wood.

DING DING DING

Wood and Venar shake hands in the center of the ring to applause from the rowdy REBEL crowd. They circle to start and lock-up, Venar taking over with
a top wristlock. Wood looking for an out, reverses it and works to a hammerlock. Venar reaches back, trying to grab at Young, can’t get him, reaches
between the legs… spins around and reverses the hammerlock! Wood reaches up and grabs around Jacob’s head, kicks off the ropes, snapmares him over —
but Jacob holds on and rolls through, still possessing the hold! Switch into a side headlock, Wood tries to get a back suplex but Jacob is too much of a
veteran to put a leg far enough back for Wood to take the leverage. Wood looking for another way out, reaches up, trying to work in Jacob’s hands, breaks
free and gets a wrist-lock; immediately reversed by Venar, flipping Wood onto his back! Venar to an armbar, controlling Wood on the mat. Wood forcing
his way to his feet, gets a leg behind Jacob’s and begins bending him backwards! The top of Jacob’s head touches the canvas, Venar bridged right over…
Jacob drops to his back, rolls backwards, then up and around and arm drags Wood to the canvas! Wood pops up and comes back at Jacob, taken down again by
a deep arm drag! One more time, another beautiful arm drag by Jacob Venar and this time he holds onto the arm bar again. The crowd claps for some beautiful
technical wrestling!

MIKEY MASSACRE: REBEL is known for violence but that’s not all we bring! Some of the best wrestling in the world right here in REBEL PRO WRESTLING!

BUBBA J: Damn right!

Jacob wrenches on the arm, then pulls back Marvin’s other arm, wrapping it under his arm pit and bridging back. Wood yells in pain as Jacob seems content
to stretch the Victory Wrestling superstar a little bit. Venar lets go of the arm bar, then wraps his hand around Wood’s chin, twisting his neck and torquing on the
man’s head, other arm still trapped! Referee Alan
Stone asks Marvin if he wants to quit, no dice. Jacob doesn’t expect to win that easily, but he’s sending a message to the rest of the World here. Jacob lets
go of the upper body, but before Wood can react, he grapevines the legs and turns Wood over with a leg hold! More pain for Wood to experience… but
Wood forces a roll over, frees himself from the leg hold and leaps over to cinch a side headlock on Jacob on the mat! Venar on the bottom for the first
time in the match, but not for long as he uses his flexibility to headscissor Wood, taking control again. Wood pounds the mat, head being crushed between
Jacob’s powerful thighs (the source of his springboard superiority). Wood rolls around, trying to get free… he’s standing on his head? Head-stand by
Marvin Wood? He pops out of the hold and tries to kick a seated Jacob right in the face, only to get caught and taken right back down into a single-leg
grapevine. Wood right by the ropes this time, however, and he grabs the bottom as Alan Stone tells The Falcon to break. Separation occurs and Jacob winks
at a sore Wood, letting him know that Rebel Pro isn’t just hardcore all the time.

BUBBA J: I don’t like him, but Jacob representing Rebel Pro great here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob is known for his enjoyment of pain, but it can come from different sources, not just a steel chair.

Both men up to a standing base again, Wood tight-lipped. He knows very well that so far Jacob Venar has shown him up. Some of the crowd even chant “Rebel Pro!”
Circle again, into a tie-up, Venar again wins with a side headlock. Wood tries to break out the way he did before, and gets the hammerlock, but Jacob
reverses quickly into a hammerlock of his own, then right back to the side headlock! Shout of frustration by Marvin Wood, but he tries a different tactic.
Elbow to the abdomen of Venar, two, a third breaks him free! Wood hits the ropes and comes off with a clothesline, ducked by Venar! Wood skids
to a stop and turns around, only to be met by a dropkick! Right back up is Wood, Venar catches him with a hip toss — blocked! Wood reverses to a hip
toss of his own, but Venar lands on his feet! Venar with a quick jab to the gut of Wood doubles him over, leg over the head, rocker dropper? Wood stands
straight up, flipping Jacob up, again Venar lands on his feet! Right hand by Wood, Jacob ducks and wraps around, full-nelson attempt? Wood fights out,
reverses around and hits a BACK SUPLEX on Jacob — NOOO! Jacob AGAIN FLIPS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Wood turns around, TOEKICK, BENT OVER! Piledriver!
— Marvin Wood sweeps the legs of Jacob quickly, looking for a catapult! Has Jacob well-scouted, has the man’s legs, shoots him into the turnbuckle!

BUBBA J: Marvin getting some momentum here now.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob dominated early, but Marvin is indeed building up a big head of steam.

Jacob nimbly lands right on the second turnbuckle, Marvin turns around, reverse cross body by Jacob connects center ring!

ONE!

TWO!

Wood kicks out!
Jacob with another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Wood kicks out!

Third cover!

One!

Two!

Wood kicks out, using up a lot of energy getting out of those rapid covers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It might not be much, but each kick-out costs a bit of energy that Marvin desperately needs.

BUBBA J: Jacob needs to win this match for Rebel Pro pride!

Back canadian pharmacy up, Jacob snapmares Wood over. Kick to the spine! Wood grimaces in pain but watch Venar! Off the ropes like a shot basement dropkick to the
mush of Wood!
Cover

One…

Two…

Wood out before three. Jacob pulls him to his feet, forearm shivers to Wood. He puts the man into the
corner… vicious chop! Irish whip across the ring, Wood hard into the turnbuckles. Venar in with a charge, Wood gets the boot up in Jacob’s face! Jacob stumbles out, turning around, and Wood grabs him from behind! GERMAN SUPLEX — INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Jacob crumbles in the corner as Wood rolls to his
hands and knees, trying to gain his breath.

MIKEY MASSACRE: GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE CORNER! That could be the opening Wood needs to finally take control of this contest!

BUBBA J: It’s gonna take a lot more than one move, even one as big as that, for Wood to pin Jacob here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wood catching his breath, trying to slow down the break-neck pace of this match so far.

Wood sees Jacob getting to his feet, holding the back of his head, and quickly hooks the man for a SNAP suplex. Wood measures Jacob, big boot to the
side of the man’s head. Again he hooks Jacob up, suplex attempt, Venar blocks! Trying one of his own, Wood legblocks that, and finally gets the vertical
suplex! Wood with a cover.

One…

Two…
Jacob out well before three. Wood hooks a chinlock, Jacob fights his way to his feet. One, two, three elbows, Jacob leaps and springboards off the middle rope with a spinning kick! Wood ducks, he’s done his homework and knows all about Jacob’s springboard preferences.
Jacob turns around — BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Pop-up, another one delivered by Wood, sending Jacob right overhead! Venar slower to get up this time, Wood hits the ropes —

RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!

Jacob sidesteps! Springboard off with a moonsault — INVERTED DDT! and Jacob is down again!

Venar pops back to cheap cialis his feet —

One…

Two…

Th

Jacob kicks out, but not much authority behind it.

Wood picks up Venar and perches him … on the top rope? He climbs up, Venar fights him! Exchange of punches on the top turnbuckle, the Victory representative shoves Jacob off! Jacob lands on his feet RUNS RIGHT BACK UP FRANKENSTEINER! Venar hits the canvas, prone, Marvin points to the turnbuckle! The crowd
rises to their feet and yells as he makes each leap!

BUBBA J: Jacob starting to move, Marvin had better pay attention, Jacob isn’t one you turn your back on!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar stirring!

Marvin looks over the top turnbuckle, jawing with a fan instead of paying attention to Jacob Venar. Venar gets slowly up to his feet.

BUBBA J: Jacob with an inverted DDT! Go Jacob!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spread your wings Jacob!

Jacob climbs up top, spreading his arms wide!…

Spread!

My!

Wings!

Wood gets the knees up right into the soaring Venar’s midsection!

No way even Jacob Venar could change direction after committing like that! Wood rolls
to his feet as Venar gasps for breath, doubled-over….

YAKUZA KICK!

And this time Wood connects, full speed right to the side of Jacob’s head! Wood hooks the leg

ONE…

TWO…

KICK-OUT! Crowd yelling and screaming for this
match, they don’t know who they want to win anymore, they’re just INTO IT! Wood throws some right hands to Venar and puts him in the corner. Irish whip! Jacob hard reversal sends Wood into the opposite turnbuckle. Venar with a running big boot attempt, Marvin slides BETWEEN the third and second ropes to the outer canvas! What the?
Hooks Venar— REVERSE STO INTO THE ROPES?! Ropes between the two, Marvin snaps Venar’s throat off the top rope with an… unorthodox use of the reverse
STO!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Awesome counter and use of the STO by Wood there!

BUBBA J: I love me hardcore, but I’m kinda getting into this non-hardcore bout.
Because nobody’s done it!
Venar picking himself up, Marvin still on the outside ring apron. He waits for his man to get up… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! SIDE-STEPPED! Jacob slammed down
to the canvas, Wood off the ropes, Jacob rising to his feet…

ROARING ELBOW! Jacob hits the canvas hard and Wood covers

ONE…

TWO…

NO! Venar out! Wood picks his man up, says it’s over, looking for Imperfect Science!
but Jacob fighting, throwing back elbows! He breaks free of Wood , hits the ropes and comes off with a lariat! Ducked! Jacob’s momentum spins him around,
Wood gets a backdrop CUTTER!

Cover!

ONE…

TWO…

TH—

NOOOOOO! Jacob KICKS OUT!

BUBBA J: Geeze these two guys are getting me into some technical wrestling!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thinking of changing your fighting style?

BUBBA J: Oh hell no, but think of the impact that move would have on a steel chair!

Wood looks up at referee Alan Stone in disbelief, holding three fingers up. Stone screams TWO! TWO! as the crowd can’t believe it. Wood picks Jacob up,
looking for the beginning of his suplex labrynth— Jacob flips out at the apex of the first one! BEHIND Wood —

SUPERKICK! Wood is prone, Jacob to the outside…

Springboard front flipping leg drop!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Now it’s Jacob’s turn to be in disbelief! Wood got the shoulder up at two and three-quarters!

BUBBA J: Come on Jacob, you sumbitch!

The crowd is standing — THEY HAVEN’T SAT DOWN. Venar picks up Wood, sends him into the corner… Whisper in the Wind! Wood stumbles out into the traditional
reverse STO! That’s gotta be all!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—

SHOULDER UP! Wood will not stay down! Jacob has to wonder what’ll put Wood down… never mind. He knows EXACTLY what will
put the champ down! The signal — it’s flying time, time to spread his wings… time. Venar picks up Wood for a scoop slam. HERE IT COMES! NO! Wood with a sudden spin out and
up, right behind Venar?!

BACKDROP DRIVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRNOOOOOOOOHHHHH!

Venar kicks out after a SICK backdrop driver! The crowd chants: “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”

MIKEY MASSACRE: Both men trying to catch their breath, trying to figure out what’s next! This match can’t go on all night…

BUBBA J: Can it?

Wood picks up Venar, and lifts him to the top rope. What’s this? He pulls him out… going for Imperfect Tense from the top turnbuckle! Jacob squirming, fighting it, knocks
Marvin away! Jacob forward rolls down and to the other side of Wood, who is slightly off-balance. Jacob with a step-up enziguri! Wood down to one knee,
dazed, Venar hits the ropes for a SPRINGBOARD SHINING WIZARD — Wood ducks! Jacob lands on his feet, regains his balance — ROARING FOREARM BY Wood!
Jacob staggered! YAKUZA KICK knocks Jacob down! Wood doesn’t go for a cover, pulls Jacob up and into position!

Suplex Labrynth!

One!

He rolls over!

Two!

Venar lands hard on his neck!

Up and spinning around with a bridging Northern Lights Suplex!

Marvin Covers!

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, representing Victory Wrestling… Marvin Wood!

BUBBA J: Damn it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thought you worked for Victory.

BUBBA J: I do, but Rebel was my first home and I love Rebel Pro.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob generic viagra gave a great showing here tonight, but Marvin able to pull out a victory in the end.

BUBBA J: Did I say Damn it! already?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah.

~CommercialCommon Enemy

Voice: We are not affiliated with a single entity or federation.

No.

Voice: We go beyond the normal station of your average wrestler.

Yes.

Voice: We do not cower in fear inside our domain: the squared circle.

No.

Voice: We are the best, the brightest and the most skilled of the legions in the Alliance of Wrestling Federations.

Yes.

Voice: We are no longer bound by abritrary patriotism to your leaders.

No.

Voice: This is about rebellion, just as Satan rebelled against God so do we rebel against the authority and those that would chain us to their armies. Therefore you may regard us as fallen angels, yet only because we have always stood upon mountains founded upon our own talents so far past your very perception you debated if we were myth or legend.

Yes.

Voice: We are not of the BWF. Nor are we of the PWA. We do not hail from Rebel Pro. We do not venture forth from Victory Wrestling.

No.

Voice: We are above them all, in every conceivable manner. Thus making us the Common Enemy, spanning the four federated wrestling organizations of the AoWF as unified brothers in arms who seek not to toil in a war between the four but as our own unit in and of ourselves beyond those ceilings. We are coming, our war drums beat softly in the darkest of nights and our resolve shines with burning fires in the brightest of days.

Yes.

Voice: You cannot hide from our onslaught.

No.

Voice: But you can try to run.

Yes.

Voice: The lines are drawn. The battle is coming. Will we fall?

No.

Voice: Yet all of you shall bare witness to the greatest unified force the AoWF has ever seen. For all of us are now intertwined upon a set path. Each man, each woman from each federation is now… Honor Bound.

Yes.

Voice: But you will fall upon yourselves on that evening, when you behold the utmost regal of your enemies gathered together in harmony and victory. You, the AoWF… Shall see only one thing. Your…

Common Enemy. ~

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is a match actually months, maybe even over a year in the making and we get to have it here on Aggression!

BUBBA J: Simon’s screwed a lot of people over, not even counting me Mikey. It’s finally time for his comeuppance and no better place than here in REBEL Pro, no better man than Johnny Maverick and no better time than right god damn now.

Suddenly “Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Coldplay hits over the speakers as Simon Kalis steps out cockily, with Tamika Nash Strader by his side to a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! He weighed in this evening at two hundred and thirty five pounds! He stands in at six foot, three inches tall!

Kalis reaches into his tights and pulls out a thick wad of cash, wrapped tightly in a rubberband. He unravels the money wrap and begins throwing cash into the air as he bobs his head to his theme music, walking past the fans. Fans jump, leap and reach up to grab the twenty dollar bills Simon is throwing at them. He hugs Tamika before sliding into the ring.

JENNEY JERSEY: He hails from Montreal, Quebec Canada….

Kalis climbs each corner turnbuckle and raises two middle fingers in the air, directing them specifically at Bubba J at one point.

JENNY JERSEY: He is THE LAST SUPERSTAR… SIMON KALIS!

BUBBA J: Just like this arrogant son of a bitch to buy fans off with money.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think the fans at ringside are too saddened by it, Bubba.

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits over the speakers and out steps Johnny Maverick, completely focused on Kalis in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… He is your REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

The fans cheer and applaud Maverick as he begins making his way to the ring, Maverick taps the REBEL Pro World title over his waist.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Washington, D.C…

Maverick slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles and raises the REBEL Pro World Championship high in the air to the adoring fans, cameras flashing throughout the crowd. He doesn’t see Simon Kalis pop his left glass eye out.

JENNY JERSEY: He is JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

Maverick hands the belt over to the referee, Alan Stone, who hands it over to an official at ringside. Simon meanwhile pulls a small capsule out from his eye socket to the disgust of some fans, before popping his glass eye back in.

BUBBA J: What the hell is that in his hand?!

DING DING DING

Maverick turns to face Simon who smirks, shaking the capsule behind his back as they begin to circle the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know but every single fan is on their feet right now, Bubba.

Kalis pulls his hand forward and sprays something in Mavericks face! Maverick yells as he holds his eyes and Kalis whips the empty canister at him before charging forward with a spear right into the corner!

BUBBA: That jackass just maced him!!

Maverick’s eyes are burning but he begins elbowing Simon in the back as Kalis continues to thrust his shoulders into Maverick’s ribs in the corner. Maverick gnashes his elbows against Simon’s back and spine, his eyes shut and watery all the while. Kalis finally backs out and Maverick blindly jumps forward with a stiff roaring elbow into Simon’s face. Simon stumbles back and hits an elbow uppercut into Mavericks face, sending spit and blood skyward. Maverick stumbles back now and wipes his eyes, a caring fan chucks a bottle of water into the ring at Maverick who grabs it and washes his eyes out of the mace. Simon is arrogant and cocky as he paces back and forth watching Maverick. He begins kicking the corner metal post where the ropes and turnbuckles meet, each kick making a “PING” sound.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Simon’s making it clear, he’s got steel toed boots on for maximum damage.

BUBBA J: He’s a punk, Mikey. Maverick’s been a thoroghbred REBEL Pro star for a long time, he can more handle this.

Maverick blinks rapidly as he looks at Simon, his eyes still obviously burning but at least he can see more clearly now. Simon pulls on his elbow pads as the two men begin to circle the ring again. Maverick enters a muay thai kickboxing fighting stance, inviting Simon to try. Simon enters the fighting stance and both men bob and weave towards each other skillfully. Maverick goes for a thrust kick to Simon’s thighs but Simon blocks it by lifting his leg, immediately getting his footing back and spinning his body into an angle kick which Maverick jumps back to avoid. Maverick rushes forward, leaping towards Simon and chopping him across the face with a stiff elbow. Simon stumbles giving Maverick the chance to unleash a vicious thrust kick that hits Simon square across the face like a baseball bat to the head. Simon spins a full 360 degrees and his wobbles around the ring before Maverick jumps up, bringing both his knees straight into Simon’s chest. Simon falls to the canvas hard and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.

BUBBA J: Told ya, he can’t handle the heat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The fans are certainly cheering Maverick’s skillfull domination right now.

Simon grabs Tamika and she pulls him towards her, she rubs his back and he slickly reaches into her purse and pulls out chrome knuckles. She pushes him back with a smirk and he rolls into the ring but Maverick’s already on the outside and he grabs a steel chair from ringside. The fans begin cheering louder and louder.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh yeah! They came to see blood! They’re gonna get blood!

BUBBA J: Send that squeeling pig back to the PWA, Johnny!

Simon slips the chromed knuckles over his right fist as Maverick slides in quickly with the chair! Maverick swings immediately and Simon swings his right first forward. The chair dents with Simon’s fist imprint but Maverick pulls it back and goes for another swing immediately! Simon moves to duck the chair shot but Maverick follows it through, cracking it over Simon’s back. Simon hits the canvas on all fours as Maverick begins unleashing a rage with the chair, repeatedley smacking it over Simon’s head and back. Simon now lays motionless in the ring as Maverick chucks the chair aside and covers!

1!

2!!

THR-BREAK!

Simon breaks the pin attempt by cracking Johnny across the face with his chrome knuckled right fist. Maverick rolls off of Simon dizzily as Kalis just throws himself over onto Maverick and begins punching his face over and over again until Maverick’s bleeding! The crowd cheers at the sight of blood as Kalis wipes Maverick’s blood all over his chest, getting to his feet and screaming at the crowd to pump them up. Maverick crawls away and pulls himself to his feet, wiping his own blood off of his face as he rushes Simon. Simon quickly turns around and goes for another swing with his chromed fist but Maverick flips through the air with a dropkick and lands it right in Simon’s face! Simon’s fist still connects with Maverick’s left knee cap however and both men hit the canvas in pain.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is getting more intense by the minute!

BUBBA J: Intense as in we’re all wondering when Maverick breaks Kalis’ scrawny little neck.

Kalis crawls away from Maverick and picks himself up first, bringing the chair up with him. Maverick’s out of the ring as he slides away and goes right under the ring. Kalis talks with Tamika about where Maverick could be and Maverick finally pops up and into the ring with a barbed wire covered bat in hand! He waves it around with a menacing smirk as Simon holds onto the steel chair by it’s center rod, using it as a shield and his chrome knuckled right fist as his weapon. They begin circling the ring again and Maverick swings the bat, Simon lifts the chair over his face and drops to a knee to cover himself. The chair takes the impact and Simon, having the longer arms, reaches forward with a strike at Maverick but misses. Maverick begins banging the barbed wire bat forcefully against Simon’s chair shield. Simon remains on one knee and as Maverick has him convinced, he runs forward, jumping onto the chair and using Simons own makeshift shield as a catapult! He jumps right over Simon and before Simon can react Maverick swings the barbed wire bat right into Simon Kalis’ back! Kalis screams in pain dropping the chair as Maverick rips the flesh right off of Simon’s back and shoulders.

BUBBA J: YEAH! YEAH! That’s how you skin a chicken, boy!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That was BRUTAL! Maverick is not relenting!

Tamika grabs her head in horror as Maverick swings the bat over and over again against Simon’s back, tearing his flesh off with the tiny barbs attached to it. Maverick chucks the bat aside and rips Simon’s chrome knuckles from his hand. Simon winces as he lays on his back and Maverick clocks him across the face with his own chrome knuckles before hooking both the legs!

1!

2!!

THREEEE-NO! KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Maverick looks up at referee Alan Stone who shakes his head, holding up two fingers in disbelief.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He won’t quit!

BUBBA J: He’s a tough son of a bitch, I’ll give him that.

Kalis yells as he jumps up off his back and grabs Maverick by the neck, twisting as he drops back with a sudden impact DDT over the steel chair! Mavericks dazed and Simon quickly hooks both legs!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

The REBEL Pro World Champion kicks out easily just after the two count and Simon rolls away in pain, his entire back torn up and bleeding. Maverick wipes his bloody face as well. Simon reaches out to Tamika who throws him a pack of cigarettes and…

BUBBA J: Did she just throw him a bottle of Axe body deodorant? That spray kind?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think so.

Simon gets to his feet but falls back to his knees. He crawls to the corner and lifts himself up as Maverick grabs that bottle of water again, this time using the last of it to clean the blood out of his face. Simon pulls out a cigarette and lights it with a lighter inside of the pack before throwing Tamika the pack of cigarettes back. He shakes the Axe body spray as Maverick grabs the barbed wire baseball bat again. As Maverick looks at Simon, Kalis begins spraying the Axe body deodarant but puts the lighter in front it!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Maverick swings but the flame is lit as Simon turns the body spray into a mini flame thrower! The crowd goes NUTS as Maverick is set ON FIRE! Maverick swings the barbed wire baseball bat wildly, which is now on fire as well. Kalis slides to the side, keeping his distance as he holds the lit flame to Maverick! Maverick doesn’t quit swinging until he hits Simon right in the hand. Simon’s hand slips and the bottle of Axe body spray and the light converge, exploding in his hand!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Kalis screams as he drops the Axe body spray and lighter, his hands set on fire! He turns around and falls to his knees, slamming his hands against the canvas to put them. Maverick drops to the canvas as well, rolling around to put himself out. Simon picks up his dropped cigarette and sits on the canvas, smoking as he rubs his burned hands on his chest. He slides out of the ring and immediately grabs a beer vendor, grabbing a can of beer and cracking it open he chugs the entire can quickly before chucking it aside, still smoking his cigarette. Maverick is on his feet with the barbed wire bat, which is still slightly on fire. Simon hugs Tamika at ringside for moral support but as soon as Simon sees Maverick coming he shoves Tamika out of the way and puts his arms up. Maverick hops up onto the top rope and pushes himself off, swinging the bat and cracking Simon Kalis across the face with it!!!

BUBBA J: Now THAT’S how you put a junkyard dog like Simon down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The fans are absolutely electrified with this display of violence, Bubba!

Simon is cracked so hard across his face his glass eye pops out as his left side of his face is cut and burns. Simon hits the ground in horrible pain and Tamika rushes over to check on him as Maverick grabs his glass eye and rolls back into the ring. Maverick holds it up for everyone to see, the fans all on their feet and cheering.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is why I love REBEL Pro Wrestling, folks. The fans don’t care if you try to be good or bad, they only care about the action and they’re getting that moneys worth right here!

BUBBA J: Do you see what Maverick’s doing with Simon’s glass eye?!

Inside the ring Johnny Maverick begins rubbing the glass eye… Down his pants, laughing as Simon groggily grabs the apron and looks in to see. Simon shakes his head and collapses to his knees, then to the ground before rolling under the ring. Maverick whips the glass eye out into the crowd for a lucky- or unlucky, fan to catch.

BUBBA J: That’ll be on Ebay before the nigh… damn its already on there!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Really?

BUBBA J: Damn right, that was fucking quick!

Simon quickly rolls out from the opposite side of the ring with an odd bag in hand. He still seems groggy but he rolls in quickly behind Maverick and spills the contents out… Thumbtacks scatter everywhere. A bloodied and burned Johnny Maverick turns around and smirks as a bloodied, burnt and one eyed Simon Kalis looks back at him.

Simon rushes forward but Maverick side steps him to his blind spot on the left, but Simon saw it coming and grabs Maverick anyways whipping him into the closest corner. He rushes Maverick and brings his knee into Maverick’s chest before climbing up to the top rope, hooking up Maverick onto his back as he does so. Simon balances on the top rope before standing straight and jumping off! SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED ONTO THE THUMBTACKS! Kalis winces as he rips some thumbtacks from his ass but he rolls Maverick over, who is completely unconscience and tiredly throws himself onto Johnny.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Kalis rolls off Maverick and breathes heavily as “Homecoming” begins to play again over the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match by pinfall… SIMON KALIS!

Tamika is excited as she pulls Simon out of the ring and helps him to his feet on the outside. The fans cheer wildly for the bloody exchange between the two men.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He did it. The Death Row bulldog is still in Simon, and he just reminded everyone that his roots in this business are still here in the South and in the most brutal of wrestling styles.

BUBBA J: Argh. He’s still a dirty son of a bitch but… I’ll give him credit he pulled it off. Johnny Maverick is a bonafide legend and is a great World Champion still though. Don’t count him out on that.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I wouldn’t dare, Bubba.

Simon points to Maverick in the ring and then makes title motions around his waist as Tamika helps him backstage, the camera fading to the Rebel Pro logo.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with The Freak Show talking trash but their voices are muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Jacob Venar climbing to the top turnbuckle!

“You got some attitude”

Venar hits the ‘Spread My Wings’ on some poor bastard!

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

Massacre and Bubba J sitting at ringside in a heated debate!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Marina Blue slinking her way to ringside, dressed in her slutty best!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Lizatanna! Holding the REBEL Aggression championship high over her head!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Phoenix and the team of Might And Magic!

“Attitude, attitude”

Jacob Venar throws Chris Casino off the top of a cage!

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

A giant chokeslam from Matthew Kurtis!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Freak Show winning the REBEL Tag Titles from the Bluegrass Mafia V.2!

BUBBA J: What a bunch of clowns!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Darth Zwart stalking his way down to the ring!

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title!!

“You got some attitude”

Jacob Venar with the World Title draped over his shoulder.

As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marina Blue hitting a springboard seated senton on some poor (or lucky!) jobber!

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

The Tex-Mex Express battling with The Big Bo$$ Rider$!

“You got some attitude”

A rapid series of images of former REBEL Icons – Rex Caliber, Kyle Roberts, The ‘Assman’ Mike Trey, Great Alaskan Ninja!

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! “

He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNECTS!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!

A pause…

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!

JENNY JERSEY: From Miller’s Trailer Park, he stands at…

All of the sudden, Bobby’s intro music ends and “Final Countdown” by Europe takes its place. The Phoenix emerges and pushes past Bobby Lee on his way
to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Umm… his opponent? From Orlando, Florida, weighing two-hundred and thirty pounds… THE PHOENIX!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Phoenix just cut Bobby Lee’s entrance short with his own!

BUBBA J: Lee doesn’t even deserve to be in the ring, he believes in Chad Kurtis after all.

The two competitors circle one another… collar-and-elbow! The weirder Bobby Lee immediately applies a side headlock. Phoenix pushes him back into the ropes,
whips Lee off of them. Lee comes flying back, ducks a clothesline, off of the opposite ropes… roundhouse kick nearly takes Lee’shead off. The
fans are unsure of Phoenix’s mindset

since his ongoing troubles with the Dark Phoenix, but they can’t help but cheer for the perfectly-executed kick that has
Lee lying unmoving on the ground. Robinson stares out at the crowd with a blank stare, disturbed by their cheer. Phoenix picks Lee up, putting him in the corner.

CHAD KURTIS: Lee’s eyes look empty! Phoenix could easily pin him right now!

BUBBA J: Phoenix thinks he is the next big thing in REBEL and he is going to prove it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lee could get hurt and the anger Phoenix has to be feeling after the strange Dark Phoenix can’t be helping his cause.
Phoenix stares at the fans, the announce table, and back at Lee. Phoenix steps back then forward with an elbow strike to Lee’s temple. Lee staggers forward.
Phoenix with a series of three kicks, the first to his gut, the second to his head, knocking him backwards and the third is a scissor kick that lands right
across Lee’s throat.

CHAD KURTIS: Absolutely vicious assault!

Phoenix picks up Lee and puts him in the corner. He runs across the ring, then sprints forward… jumping knee strike to Bobby Lee! Lee staggers forward,
only to turn around and receive a flying leg lariat from The Phoenix! Phoenix considers going for a pin but shakes his head no. The crowd has turned
almost uncomfortably silent, perhaps worried about Lee or embarrassed for him or a combination of the two. Phoenix picks up the Miller Trailer Park native and puts
him in the corner. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head. Phoenix goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair. He wraps it around Lee’s head.
And he goes to the opposite turnbuckle… DROPKICK ACROSS THE RING TO Lee’s SQUASH!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Come on and end this, you’ve proved your point!

CHAD KURTIS: You know, I realize we are a no-disqualification federation, but there comes a point and time when the referee just has to do something!

BUBBA J: The Dark Phoenix has gotten under Rob’s skin and he is just crafty enough(like Rob) this could be a good match if they ever face off!

Phoenix goes for a cover… FINALLY!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Lee did not kick out… but Phoenix stood up. He’s not done!

BUBBA J: Phoenix letting his anger get the best of him and showing Dark Phoenix who he is messing with; a great way to prove his point.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But enough is enough.

CHAD KURTIS: I agree.

Phoenix puts Lee on the top-rope but has no idea where he actually is at the moment. Phoenix jumps off…

SUPER FLAME!

But Rob isn’t finished as he climbs back up, diving off with The Ashes to finish Bobby Lee off.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING…

The lights go out and flames flicker on Megavision. Similtaneously flames flicker below Megavision as a real fire is set inside, or it appears to be a real fire. A smokey smell permiates the building, causing a bunch of people to begin coughing. The flames build higher and higher on Megavision until a black bird, a Phoenix to be exact, flies up from the flames. The bird’s bright glowing red eyes glare at The Phoneix, as though he can see him, before flapping its black wings and flying off. As the bird exits the top of Megavision, flames erupt in the ring and Rob’s mask catches on fire as the lights come back up.

BUBBA J: I can’t see Rob standing for this much longer; Gordon better try and do something.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I agree before he gets sued.
~Commercial for Aggression on Durham 8 TV~

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!” ICP blares across the speakers as the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions head out from behind the curtains and start handing out vintage Freak Show gifts to the crowd. A lot of people boo them but just as many love them for everything they bring to the table. The Freak is first to the ring as he flips into the ring. Shut Down follows as he steps over the top rope with ease. The Freak grabs the mic from the lovely Jenny Jersey.

The Freak: Jesse, El Gato, you lose. If we’ve said it once we’ve said it a thousand times; never trust a Carney. You came out and gave us your very best and it simply wasn’t good enough. Well maybe one day you guys will make it to the top but until then, it’s been fun. But we’re not here to talk about the Tex-Mex Express. So by now I’m sure everyone has heard that our contract expired last Friday. Yet here we stand before you as your REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions of the World!

The Freak hands the mic over to Shut Down.

Shut Down: Now Larry has done everything he could to get us to resign the dotted line and keep us all to himself. He’s offered to double our salary. He put in bonus incentives and a larger cut of the merchandizing. He’s gone and made it very hard to say no.

Freak takes the mic back.

The Freak: But our time here in REBEL Pro has come to an end. For how long, well we can’t rightfully say. Where are we going? Well it was our original plan to head to Japan to further our skills and careers there but given recent events, wrestling should be the last things on their minds. However we still do plan on heading to the land of the rising sun. just not to wrestle; at least not until we’ve done everything in our power to help those guys out in what ever way we can.

Back to Shut Down.

Shut Down: Now I know REBEL fans and wrestlers our the best in the world so as we leave we ask that you donate what ever you can to help the recovery and rescue efforts over in Japan. And I know that this might cost us a lawsuit but Larry, we’re not giving you these belts back. In fact as of midnight tonight they will be on E-Bay and The Freak and myself will be donating the proceedes to The Red Cross. Good bye our friends. We will return one day but until then remember that life is a joke.

The Freak: So shut up and laugh, Stupid.

ICP hits up again as the now former Tag Team Champions make their way to the back with the crowd chanting “Please Don’t Go”.

~Commercial Break advertising Blazenwing Wrestling Federation’s No Asylum~

“Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Cold Play booms into life in the speakers as the fans give this man and his manager a rousending shower of boos, but he pays little attention.

JENNY JERSEY: From Montreal Quebec, Canada; he stands at six feet three inches while weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… he is accompanied to the ring by Tamika Nash Strader… SIMON KALIS!

Simon steps through the ropes and glares first at Bubba J, then the crowd, before kissing Tamika on the cheek and preparing for the match.

“Wake Up” by Arcade Fire hits up in the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: From Eerie, Indiana; he stands at five feet eight inches while weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds… “AVERAGE” JOE SMYTHE!

Sure enough, Smythe appears at the top of the aisle to an average pop from the audience as he begins his trek to the ring. He glad-hands the fans along the
way before climbing in through the middle ropes and we’re ready for action.

DING DING

The bell sounds as both competitors come together in the center of the ring. Smythe is standing in front of Kalis as they grapple with a collar and elbow
tie-up, and Smythe immediately gains the upper hand by slipping around the back. He has his opponent in a rear waist lock before taking him down to the
canvas with a belly-to-back takedown. A side headlock follows as Simon is lifted back to his feet – and he fires a few elbows to the midsection of Average Joe.

BUBBA J: I look for this coward Kalis to probably turn tail and run if Joe is able to get much more of an advantage.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think he is the kind of person to run.

BUBBA J: Right, he’ll pull a Chad Kurtis.

CHAD KURTIS: Will you get off my back?!

BUBBA J: Why, that gonna hurt next?

Smythe is forced to release the headlock as his opponent runs against the ropes– straight into a shoulder tackle! Kalis falls to the mat and even manages
to kick Joe away as the average man moved towards him, all before getting back to his feet. Smythe rushes towards him again, but “The Cult Hero” Kalis manages
to dodge out of the way as Joe suddenly finds himself against the ropes. A few rights from Kalis find their spot, leaving
the average man reeling. Simon goes for an Irish whip before executing a drop-toe hold, and Joe finds himself strung out on the middle rope. Simon goes
against the ropes himself, trying to build some speed up as he –slides out of the ring?

CHAD KURTIS: Kalis with a hangman on the middle rope!

BUBBA J: Hurts your neck just seeing it, doesn’t it?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sit down Chad, no need to give him what he wants.

BUBBA J: You got beer Chad? I may have found that I like you a tiny bit if that’s the case.

Smythe clambers back to his feet, but Simon is ready and waiting on the apron. SPRINGBOARD FLIPPING SENTON! And he takes the average man
down before going for the first cover–getting a two count before Smythe powers out!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The rookie, Smythe appears to be having a hard time keeping up with the offense that Simon Kalis is mounting here tonight, but I suspect
there’s plenty more left to run in this match for him to show what he’s got.

BUBBA J: Ah, its just average though.

CHAD KURTIS: Much like your career, huh?

Both men scramble back to their feet, Simon getting there first as he connects with a boot to the gut, doubling “Average” Joe over and a swinging neckbreaker–NO!
Smythe blocks with a punch to the stomach and a Northern Lights release suplex! With enough power to send Simon half way across the ring, landing somewhere
near the turnbuckle. Smythe is straight back up as he lifts Kalis back to his feet and in the corner– thrusting shoulder to the gut! The crowd cheer
along as Smythe uses his average figure to knock the wind out of the REBEL Pro newcomer before referee Jimmy Johnson
eventually calls for the break. Smythe complies with the official’s order, allowing Kalis to stumble out of the corner and right into an overhead belly-to-belly
suplex! Joe drops down to cover his opponent.
ONE!

TWNOOO!
Kickout by Simon Kalis!

CHAD KURTIS: Simon kicking out, but he may not have if Joe had hooked the leg.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’ll learn and until the mean time Simon will take advantage of his averageness.

BUBBA J: Averageness?

Simon is slow to get back to a vertical base, but Smythe is there to help. He pushes him back against the corner before the average man unleashes an average knife-edge chop to the chest – drawing a “whoo” from the Carolina crowd! And a second, a third, fourth, fifth, sixth – each one eliciting a “smack” as
it lands. Eventually, Smythe seems to have had enough as he drags his opponent out of the corner. An Irish whip sends Simon across the ring–but the
wrestling veteran hooks his arms on the rope–and Smythe charges in like an average angry bull … LOWBALLED! Kalis drops the top rope and Joe tumbles over,
landing on the hard floor outside of the ring!
He may still be feeling those shoulder thrusts from earlier, but Simon Kalis is back on his feet. His opponent in on the outside, slowly working his way
back to a vertical base with the aid of the guard rails … So there’s only one thing for a daredevil to do. Kalis runs against the far ropes–SUICIDE
DIVE!

BUBBA J: As much as I hate this fucker, he is a daredevil as he just proved.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Simon, not aring about the crowd, gets a HThat Was Awesome chant from them anyways.

CHAD KURTIS: Bubba J, does it burn you a little bit to see Simon in a Rebel Pro ring?

BUBBA J: As much as it does to know you are just faking and drawing a paycheck.

Both men are down on the outside now. Smythe is holding his back after crashing against the steel railing, Kalis is just hurt. He probably wasn’t expecting
his return to the ring to be such a physically gruelling encounter. The crowd near the action are on their feet, cheering Smythe on – but it’s Simon
Kalis who gets up first. He’s soon followed by Joe, but the interval is enough to give Kalis time to land a few more right hand shots to the
cranium before hitting a side Russian leg sw–NO! Joe pushes his opponent away as Joe hits the ring apron. He staggers backwards as Smythe
lifts him up for a back suplex–NO! Simon flips down the back– SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP ON THE OUTSIDE!
But Kalis appears to be tiring, and fast. Smythe is down, holding the back of his head, but even he’s dragging himself back up to his feet. And “The Average One”
is back to a vertical base before Simon Kalis. “The Cult Hero”, who has been using the ring apron to get back up, does so a few moments after
his opponent – as he gets clobbered by an axhandle to the back. Smythe rolls his opponent back into the ring, sliding in himself after as the action returns
to the squared circle. The average man yanks Simon back up so he’s standing before pushing him back against the corner again. And he unleashes more shoulder
thrusts to the gut, really trying to take the wind out of the sails of his opponent. Jimmy Johnson stands near the corner, watching the action unfold. Simon steps out from the corner as his opponent ducks behind him–THE ORDER NEVER DIES! Lateral press!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

BUBBA J: Out of nowhere, Simon pulls out the victory.

Simon rolls off Joe and up to his feet.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, in his first Rebel Pro match… Simon Kalis!

Simon gets his hand up in the air, looking down at “Average” Joe Smythe before a wicked grin crosses his features and Tamika Nash Strader slides a chair into the ring.

CHAD KURTIS: Come on, the match is over, what is he doing?

BUBBA J: What Simon does best attacking a man when he’s down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s bringing Joe up to the top rope!

Simon leaps off driving Joe through the chair with Sentencing of the Damned! Joe flops on the mat, something must be hurt. Jimmy Johnson is there as the bell continues to ring.

DING DING DING DING DING DING

Simon steps out of the ring, smirking at the crowd and mouthing “Told you so.” and walking backstage with Tamika under his arm.

CHAD KURTIS: Joe isn’t moving!

BUBBA J: This is uncalled for!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Simon leaving his mark on Rebel Pro in his first match, what does the rest of his career here hold in store?

~Commercial for Victory Wrestling~

“I’m A Rebel hits up in the speakers and from the back to a nice sized crowd pop is Rebel Pro Owner, Larry Gordon. Larry glad hands te fans who reach out just to touch somebody and he steps into the ring, requesting the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I heard that Gordon may be making an announcement tonight.

Gordon clears his throat and takes a look at the fans in attendence.

“As you all saw earlier, The Freak Show have vacated the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship…”

The fans boo, not at The Freak Show but at them leaving.

“And have left Rebel Pro to head over to Japan…”

Another round of booing, Gordon nods his agreement.

“I agree because with them leaving, no matter how much I can agree with their reasoning…”

Gordon looks a bit sad at what he is thinking in his head.

“The Rebel Pro Tag Team Division is gone.”

A startled gasp from the fans as well as the announcers.

“I hate to do it, but there aren’t many tag teams willing to compete anymore, whether in a big federation or in any indy fed.”

He begins to pace slowly.

“I thought that maybe we could keep it alive with Tex Mex Express and Big Boss Riders, but El Gato was severely injured at March Madness and Jesse James Hank Williams suffered a broken leg during the match.”

The crowd can’t believe their ears.

“So, I have no choice now but to declare the Rebel Pro Tag Team Division and subsequent Championship… on hiatus.”

He holds up a hand.

“But names like The Black Underground Railroad, Great Alaskan Ninjas, Bluegrass Mafia, version 1 and 2, and other greats will never die here in Rebel Pro… their history will remain in tact for as long as Rebel Pro remains alive and doing well!”

The fans get behind Larry slowly, but they do get behind him.

“With Rebel Pro joining the AOWF federation conglomerate, Rebel Pro will be sending a team to compete in that division as long as it may remain active. Rebel Pro is not dead, Rebel Pro is not dying, because by gawd we are still alive and kicking!”

The fans roar their agreement!

“Now since we’ve had the bad news, how about a little good news?”

The fans want some good news and wait.

“It seems to me that Rebel’s birthday is coming up…”

The fans start to get rowdy(in a good way) again.

“And it seems that we need to give you all a great birthday present…”

Even louder cheering.

“So on April 1, 2011 Rebel Pro will be holding Birthday Bash 2011… outside…”

The fans quiet, not much of a birthday present; Gordon holdsup his hand to quiet them a bit more.

“No, that isn’t all of the present. There will only be one match on the card…”

The fans go silent, some damn present is their mood.

“But both titles will be on the line! We will be having a 3 Kingdom of Destruction match!”

The fans begin to pick up their cheering.

“Three levels of barbed wire wrapped steel cage. The wrestlers can use anything inside the cage, to advance to the next level. The World Title will rest in the top cage and the door will not be unlocked until someone has grabbed the Aggression title.”

The fans yell at the thoughts of such a match, but Gordon holds up a hand.

“However, just getting your hands on the belt is not enough. You must escape through the entire active roster and make it out of the door in order to be declared the Aggression Champion or World Champion.”

The fans are on their feet, yelling, cheering, clapping, anything they can do to make noise. Gordon holds up another hand.

“There will be a few surprise entrants in the match and will have just as much a chance to win either title as anyone else.”

He looks around.

“Happy Birthday Rebel and fans, enjoy your main event!”

With that, and the loud cheering from the fans, Gordon steps through the ropes and heads towards the back. But is stopped when Megavision comes on.

~MEGAVISION~

A dice rolls from the bottom left hand corner to land with a “G”, other dice roll to reveal…

“A”, “M”, “E”,

Then a blank dice rolls up, creating a gap before other dice roll into the frame.

“S”, “T”, “A”, “R”, “T”

Then a scrolling text reads…

“41201114″

A voice resembling a computer or a robot.

“On that day, the game begins again. The start button will be pressed. The stars of Rebel Pro will realize their game is over, while mine is just beginning.”

Gordon watches until the screen fades and we fade to commercial.

~Commercial for PWA’s Who’s The Man? ppv~

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is your Main Event of the evening…

“Judith” hits up on the sound system as from the back comes Jason Christopher to a large amount of booing.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring standing at six feet one inch and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… “The Second Coming” JASON CHRISTOPHER!

Jason steps down the aisle and up the steps before climbing into the ring.

“She Wolf” by Shakira hits up on the sound system.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent now making her way to the ring standing at five feet six inches and weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds… “The Emerald Phoenix” EMILY CORLEN!

Emily bursts from the back, glad handing fans as she slides in under the bottom rope and leaping up to her feet.

BUBBA J: Emily Corlen is in her first match here in Rebel Pro and already main eventing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well, a bunch of people needed the week off after that hardcore supershow last week.

BUBBA J: True and they were actually hurt, unlike our broadcast partner.

DING DING

The bell rings and the match begins. Both wrestlers charge each other off the bat and Jason Christopher lands a clothesline that sends Emily Corlen to the canvas. Corlen
gets to her feet gingerly and Jason Christopher comes charging again, big boot! Emily goes down to the mat for a second time early on. Christopher mounts Corlenand begins
sending right hands to her face. Jason Christopher lands several rights and lifts Corlen to her feet.
Irish whip, spine buster! Emily Corlen is planted in the center of the ring and Jason Christopher is dominating from the start of this match. Jason grabs Emily by
the head and begins to bring her to her feet. Emily is on one knee and lands a right hand to Jason’s abdomen, and second, and a third. Emily is on her
feet and begins sending rights to Jason’s face and Jason Christopher begins stumbling backwards against the ropes. Emily runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes,
sidewalk slam by Jason Christopher stops her comeback cold. Christopher doesn’t let her even get a chance to breathe as he begins laying in stomps to Corlen’s torso.

BUBBA J: Jason Christopher in firm control, but don’t count Emily out she is a pistol in that ring.

CHAD KURTIS: Much more than you and you being a BB gun huh?

BUBBA J: I’m about five seconds from kicking your fake crippled ass.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Guys, the match!

Corlen is brought to her feet again and is taken to the corner where Jason Christopher drives his shoulder into her ribs. She is being bulldozed early on in this
match. Christopher whips her across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle, no. Corlen reverses the Irish Whip and Jason Christopher hits the turnbuckle hard. Emily charges
and lands a running splash on Jason Christopher, backs away from the corner and looks physically exhausted. Corlen is walking gingerly in the ring. She takes Jason Christopher out of the corner and plants him in the center of the ring with a big DDT!

BUBBA J: That may be the opening Emily Corlen needed!

Jason Christopher is down in the center of the ring and Emily Corlen goes to the ring apron to set up for a springboard move. She stands on the ring apron and
the REBEL fans begin to cheer her on and she plays to their cheers by telling them to be louder. Jason Christopher gets to his feet, she jumps and hits the ropes,
crossbody block! No! Jason Christopher has caught Emily Corlen in midair. Fall away slam!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Open, CLOSED!

CHAD KURTIS: Emily Corlen not all there, must be some ring rust she’s trying to shake off.

BUBBA J: Either that, or Jason Christopher is just so damn good!

Emily hit the mat with authority after that fall away slam by Jason Christopher. Emily gets to her feet and Jason Christopher grabs her and whips her across the ring. Off
the rebound, back body drop by Christopher puts her back down. Christopher begins to stomp her torso again, however, this time Corlen rolls out of the way and
out of the ring. Referee Alan Stone watches on. Emily regains her bearings on the outside of the ring as Jason Christopher waits with anticipation in
the ring. Emily rolls into the ring after a bit and Jason Christopher charges. Big clothesline

no!

Emily ducks under, runs, and bounces off the ropes at the other side of the ring, leaping elbow sends Jason Christopher down. She runs against the ropes again
and lands a standing moonsault on the prone Jason Christopher. Corlen heads to the top rope now. The REBEL fans get loud at the sight of Emily Corlen on the top
rope. She gets on the top turnbuckle, but doesn’t look as sure footed as she normally does on there. Emily leaps, diving elbow, Jason Christopher rolls out
of the way! Jason gets to his feet, scoops Emily off the mat, release German suplex!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily Corlen landed right on her head there, she may have a concussion after that!

BUBBA J: She is tough, I wouldn’t count her out yet; besides look at that figure.

CHAD KURTIS: How do we put up with you?

Jason Christopher smells even more blood in the water as Emily Corlen holds her head after taking that German suplex. Christopher scoops Emily off the mat and shoots a
couple of rights to her face and then whips her into the ropes. Off the rebound Jason Christopher grabs her, belly-to-belly suplex sends Emily Corlen across the
ring. She crawls over to the ropes, grabs the second rope and begins to get herself to her feet. Emily shakes the cobwebs and Jason Christopher whips her across
the ring again, no, Corlen reverses it. No again! Jason uses his strength and prevents her from reversing the Irish Whip and sends Emily into the ropes.
Jason goes for a clothesline, but Emily ducks underneath and hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Jason Christopher turns around and off the rebound—

BLAZE KICK!

Emily lands a right to the face of Jason Christopher, Jason ducks, full nelson, Dragon suplex! Emily lands a neckbreaker in the middle of the ring. Emily runs at the ropes and lands a leg drop on Jason Christopher. Corlen
brings Jason to his feet and shoots several rights to the face, pushing Jason Christopher against the ropes. Corlen grabs his hand, whips him across the ring, drop
toehold. Christopher hits the mat face first and Corlen hops up to the second rope, another leg drop! She goes to the ring apron again and waits for him to get
onto his feet. Emily tells the REBEL fans to get loud, and they do. Jason Christopher gets to his feet, Emily Corlen hops onto the ropes, springboard hurricanrana! Emily gets back up to her feet before hitting the ropes and lands a
springboard moonsault onto Jason Christopher, and she then quickly follows it up with a reverse DDT! Emily is on a roll right now and heads up to the top turnbuckle.

Solar Flare!

BUBBA J: Emily is on a roll now and is very hot!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is that all you think about?

BUBBA J: I mean she is on fire, she took all that damage and is now on a roll… damn pervert.

CHAD KURTIS: Emily showing a resilence that anyone should be proud to have.

BUBBA J: Make you jealous?
Emily lands it, but no cover? She signals for Jason to get to his feet, and the REBEL fans are blowing the roof off the building! Christopher uses the ropes to get to his vertical base. Emily Corlen sends a boot to the gut, sets up for the Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust!

BUBBA J: She nails it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Does Jason have enough to get a shoulder up?

One!

Two!

Three!

BUBBA J: Nope.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… “The Emerald Phoenix”… Emily Corlen!

CHAD KURTIS: What a debut match from Emily here tonight, she put on a superb performance!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She took a ton of punishment in the early going but fought back and was able to get the victory.

BUBBA J: I knew she could.

{fade}

~Commercial for Birthday Bash 20111~

March Madness 2011

~Megavision~

A hop, skip and jump into focus brings us to just outside the arena for tonight’s Rebel Pro event. We’re just in time to see Johnny Maverick pull up on his fancy Captain America themed Chopper (the bike, not the helicopter. Turning up in a vehicle like that would be ridiculous). He parks, kicks down the stand and doesn’t take off his helmet because he’s not wearing one, what with being equal parts noble and badass.

He then turns his head toward the building and takes a drag off the air, savouring the moment.

It’s all very dramatic, and needs something to lighten the mood.

Conveniently then, an unearthly rumbling noise draws the camera off of Maverick and onto the pitch black, four wheeled, armour plated monstrosity dragging its way toward us, baring its teeth and blazing red eyes. The ears hanging off it are a little less intimidating.

It comes dangerously close to giving us a very one sided main event before taking a sharp handbrake turn and pausing in front of Maverick, who barely even blinks. This is likely due to the large pink LIZATANNA splattered across its side and emblazoned with stars for good measure. She always did like stars.

There’s a good few seconds before it finally makes a noise, a tremendous honk of its horn that ranges somewhere on a growl if APCs could growl, and cause Johnny to give it a gentle wave in reply. Shortly after, the hatch pops open.

LIZATANNA: What’s up Jizz-Mizzle! How do you like The Bunny Rabbit? Pretty sweet, huh?

Johnny let’s out a whistle that gets completely drowned under the roar of the engine. She doesn’t bother to turn it off.

LIZATANNA: So… you know how your career in Rebel has been made up of continuous failures every time you get near a world title?

Johnny nods and gives a look that seems to imply he’d rather not think about.

LIZATANNA: Your whole career in fact. Just one long string of fuck ups.

Liza gaves off to the stars for a moment. There’s probably a montage playing in her head. A montage of Jacob Venar, Riona Langly and JT Whiplash and various others kicking his ass. It’s a montage he’d rather she not be watching, and so he snaps his fingers to bring her back around.

LIZATANNA: ANYWAY! I figured you could use an added incentive. So if you win tonight… I’m totally going to flash you my boobs.

For a man who sees a fair amount of free boob, the idea of winning some boob seems to peak his interest. He doesn’t seem to notice that her fingers are crossed.

LIZATANNA: And if you lose again.

She pats the side of the Bunny Rabbit.

LIZATANNA: I’m going to run you over.

Liza doesn’t bother to cross her fingers this time.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Ok…

Johnny takes a second to scratch his head.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: So… you alone in there.

LIZATANNA: Yeah. I invited Spyke… Man. Spykeman, but I guess he decided against it. I guess he hates you or something.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Oh.

He looks a little disappointed.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Well, thanks. And good luck tonight. Oh, and try not to drive through the wall or anything before I break off both Vener’s arms.

LIZATANNA: Don’t worry; I’m your wingman Maverick.

She gives him a salute, having wanted to say that for a fairly long time. In reply he gives her a wave and walks off toward the building; Liza thinks about parking and we cut back inside.

Brand new and silvery barbed wire creeps across the screen as the guitar chords to Johnny Cash’s version of “Hurt” begins to fill the speakers of the television in your home, the speakers on your computer, and in the speakers in the arena. Megavision is on and the crowd is pumped but you don’t hear any of that, all you hear is the guitar being played.

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain

Jason Christopher is shown standing in the what appears to be an abandoned church as he speaks silently to his opponents this week.

the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting

Average Joe Smythe steps through the door at the Rebel Arena, looking up into the camera that is trained on him as he comes to work in Rebel Pro for the first time in his career.

try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend

Fans are shown standing outside as they wait to come into the building and the silvery strands of barbed wire continually wind around and around the screen like some sharp snake.

everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

Jaice sets up the ladder, climbing up and delivering… Aerial Ace!

Cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… The Xtremist Jaice Wilds!

I will let you down
I will make you hurt


Zwart leaps off going for a top rope leg drop… Scottie rolls out of the way just in time! Snow slowly gets to his feet, Zwart gets to his a second after. Snow heads out side the ring to grab a chair but has it yanked from his hands by David Fiore. Snow turns to confront Fiore but Zwart grabs his head from over the top rope and throws him back into the ring. Snow gets dragged back to his feet… And Darth Zwart hits The Dark Side! Cover…

One…

Two…

Three…

Ding, ding, ding.
JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner, Darth Zwart!

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts

Lizatanna! then pulled a barbed wire bunny out of her hat and proceeded to beat Jaice with it, but he was able to capture the rabbit and shove it into her face regaining control.
Jaice slapped her chest with a few back hands before she managed to hip toss him onto the table and nail him with a dozen stiff elbow strikes. It probably wasn’t really a dozen.

Jaice rolled through sprung off the middle rope and delivered a hurricanrana to Lizatanna! But she managed to catch herself on the top rope, dive back into the ring and proceeded to knee Jaice in the face repeatedly before bringing him up to his feet. Lizatanna! then nailed a vicious roundhouse kick knocking Jaice out cold where she covered and got the pin to become the newest Rebel Pro Aggression Champion

I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

JJHW with a big leg drop off the ropes, but Shut Down rolls out of the way and up to his feet. JJHW is up as well and Shut Down sends him back down with a clothesline that probably took his head off, but its still attached as there is no fountain of blood.

what have I become?
my sweetest friend


JJHW helps him back up to his feet grabbing a front face lock and lifting Shut Down up into a vertical suplex.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My GAWD look at the strength!

everyone I know
goes away in the end


MIKEY MASSACRE: Shut Down connects with The Shake Machine out of nowhere!

BUBBA J: Jesse James Hank Williams had the match in hand but… damn splinter!

Shut Down smirks as he makes the cover center ring on top of JJHW’s bat and the fake arm.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, representing The Freak Show… Shut Down!

and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

NO, NO, NO!!!!!! The Freak rolls his shoulder up just in time. Gato slaps the canvas in frustration before dragging Freak to his feet. Gato hooks The Freak’s head and runs to the corner. Gato Got Your Tongue! No, The Freak reverses with a modified back suplex! Freak grabs the ladder and leans it in the corner before hitting Gato with a rolling thunder. Freak pulls Gato up, whips him into the ladder, and runs in behind him. Gato move out of the way but the quick and agile Freak just runs up the ladder and leaps into a whisper in the wind!

I will let you down
I will make you hurt


Gato moves his leg over The Freak from a pin.

One…

Two…

Three!!!!!!!!!

Stone calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner, EL GATO!!!!!!!!!!

if I could start again
a million miles away

Maverick with the cover!!

One!

Two!

Three!

The place EXPLODES as Maverick has just beaten Venar!
The referee goes to raise the hand of Johnny when he sees that Jacob has a foot on the bottom rope!

I would keep myself

Maverick is helped out of the ring and Jacob is propped up in the corner, the World Title draped over his shoulder. He won tonight, but there’s always another challenger around the corner.

I would find a way

Jacob rolls up to his feet and turns around.

ANOTHER BODY MURDERED!

Jacob is laid out on top of the steel chair that was driven right into Jaice’s face, Jacob’s head connecting solidly with the steel.

Johnny looks down at Venar, a smile creeping across his face as the clip fades away to the March Madness 2011 logo.

The shot cuts live with a set of red, orange, green, and blue pyros as the crowd jump up to their the Rebel Pro crowd up on their feet and having packed out the Rebel Arena! Each fan is up and on their feet, old, young, middle aged; it doesn’t matter and the building’s walls reverberate with the sound of their chant…

REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!

BUBBA J: The crowd is in a frenzy folks so lets get right down to the action that we all know you are waiting for. Joining me here tonight on the announce team is Rebel Pro Triple Crown winner and Rebel Icon… Mikey Massacre!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thank you Bubba J!

I haven’t seen the fans this pumped up for a show in a very long time! We’ve got exciting action set for you all tonight!

BUBBA J: Then lets get to it!

CHAD KURTIS: What about introducing me Bubba J?

BUBBA J: Haven’t you learned by now that no one really cares about you? But to sooth your ego… her’s the Faker, the not gonna maker, the I Cannot, the No Show… Chad Kurtis.

CHAD KURTIS: Asshole.

BUBBA J: You make me blush with talk like that.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fans, we unfortunately are unable to have the promised Big Bo$$ Rider$ vs Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 match here tonight.

BUBBA J: What happened there Chad?

CHAD KURTIS: Matthew and J-Kurt’s flight was canceled mysteriously.

Bubba J laughs lightly into the microphone.

BUBBA J(sneakily curious): Why? How did that happen?

He laughs again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: As far as TJ and BG Robinson someone totally demolished and disabled their ride so they were unable to make it to the arena as well.

Bubba J once again laughs.

CHAD KURTIS: Bubba?

BUBBA J: I swear, it wasn’tme, I was too busy on the phon… hey lets get to wrestling!

Aggression Title Gauntlet Match 1
-Fans Bring The Weapons Match-
Jaice Wilds vs Darth Zwart

Darth Zwart came out as usual to no music, no pomp and circumstance, just his normal entrance; his manager in toe. Darth stepped into the ring after receiving a light sabre from a fan that glued glass and thumbtacks to the sabre’s red surface. Zwart experimentally swung the weapon and nodded his thanks to the fan before removing his usual attire to reveal his normal wrestling gear. After this display, the hardcore flying Brazilian came down to the ring and received a steel chair with a picture of Zwart’s face on it. The two met in the ring and the match began in earnest. Zwart backed his opponent into the corner where he delivered knee shots for about thirty seconds having caught Jaice off guard. Zwart whipped Jaice into the ropes, but Wilds turned the tables by kicking Zwart’s legs out from under him and flipping down with a leg drop. Jaice grabbed the steel chair nailing Zwart in the face with the weapon, crumpling the picture of him inwards. Jaice backed Zwart into the corner, climbing up and pounding down with the chair into Zwart’s head with abandon as he wants to move on to the next part of this gauntlet. Zwart threw Jaice off with a spinebuster and followed it up with a leg drop off the ropes. Wilds rolled up to his feet and received a big gigantic freaking boot to the face that flipped him over in the ring. Zwart was off the ropes again with a leaping knee drop onto Jaice’s head, but Wilds was able to roll out of the way and up to his feet. Jaice then unleashed a series of kicks and punches to back Zart into the ropes. Jaice with an Irish whip sent Zwart running and he rolled forward and up with the chair to smash it right into Zwart’s face. The shot knocked Zwart backwards and Jaice tripped him up with a drop toe hold that slammed his face into the steel chair. But Zwart was far from finished as he kicked out of a pin attempt and chokeslammed Jaice on the outside of the ring and launched himself off the top turnbuckle connecting with a moonsault into a leg drop. This was almost enough to get a pin for Zwart, but Jaice managed to barely get a shoulder up and continue. Zwart punished him with the light sabre, dragging it down his face and chest, before slamming it repeatedly on his back to create small rivers of blood all over his flesh. Jaice looked like a wreck and Darth seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. Darth got a weapon from his manager and slammed the coffee cup into his face before turning to hit his finisher, The Dark Side(jackhammer). Jaice countered with an inverted DDT that sent Darth’s head into the steel chair. Jaice went on to nail him with a crutch covered in thumbtacks and pounded his chest and back with a road sign that a fan swore he got from someone else . Darth rolled over to his knees and forearms, but Jaice was there and waiting to deliver a Shining Wizard when Darth gave him a launching platform. Jaice went on to hit a moonsault sending Darth through a chair of tables, a body slam on top of a table, and a front flipping chair assisted leg drop through the same table. However when he made the cover he only got a count of two as Darth seemed to be determined to make it to face Lizatanna in the next match. Jaice set up another table with a tangle of barbed wire and a ton of light tubes all through it. Jaice rolled Darth up to his feet, but the big man shot a double fist up into Jaice’s jewels and got the advantage back. Darth lifted Jaice up, noticed the light tubes and laughed as he drove him through all of it and stepped onto his face for the pin after hitting “The Dark Side.” After the match Darth Zwart removed his outfit, his mask and all other apparel and revealed himself to be Vincent Black! The crowd erupted with boos, but Bubba J laughed at the Announcers’ table saying that he knew the entire time. Vincent looked at the back and motioned for Lizatanna! to come on down and feel his wrath. Black sent David packing after nailing The New Hope and he promptly threw Jaice over the top rope and to the outside.

Winner: Darth Zwart
Fan Reaction: Loved the match, they made fun of Zwart and cheered Jaice Wilds the entire time. They loved the hardcore aspect and had a ton of weapons that were never used in the match, and just as many were used. The fans were shocked that Darth Zwart was Vincent Black and immediately threw trash into the ring when he revealed himself.

Aggression Title Match 2
-Falls Count Anywhere-

Vincent Black, not Darth Zwart stood in the ring and even though Darth Zwart was supposed to get the shot, since he was Vincent Black, or actually Vincent Black was Zwart he receives the shot. Lizatanna! came out to her music and wearing a top hat for her usual, yet not so usual appearance. Vincent tried to use his strength to overpower the much smaller, yet much faster opponent in Lizatanna! but she was too quick and nailed him in the back of the knees with a kick sending him into the ropes. Lizatanna! pressed her advantage by speeding up her attack with kicks, chops, and all around brutul quickness. Lizatanna! was much fresher and that combined with her size had Vincent on the retreat from the sound of the bell as she started her attack. However Vincent would get back into the match with a thumb to the eyes and a second to the other eye for good measure to blind the Aggression Champion and get him some time. Black slammed his knees into Lizatanna! repeatedly throwing his weight and height to his advantage and literally throwing Lizatanna around as he was wearing her down. Black held her aloft with a double choke lift and then slammed her to the canvas on her ass to wear her down even more. As Lizatanna sat there Black rammed his foot into her mouth after bouncing off the ropes. Black continued to press his advantage with right after right and a multitude of suplexes and folling it up with a New Hope attempt. However, Lizaanna was not ready to give up her title just yet and managed to throw some silver magic powder(that resembled white powder with silver glitter in it) into Vincent’s face blinding him in return. Lizatanna bounced off the top rope to grab Vincent by the black of the skull and drive him face first into her knee on the canvas. Lizatanna then climbed to the top turnbuckle, driving an elbow into Vincent’s skull for a sort of parting shot to try and secure the win. Lizatanna pulled Vincent up to his knees, him still trying to wipe the “Magic Powder” out of his eyes, but the roundhouse kick caught him squarely on the noes and Vincent Black literally never saw it coming. Lizatanna made the cover and got the win.

Winner: Lizatanna! and she retains the Rebel Pro Aggression Championship.
Fan Reaction: A bit disappointed at the shortness of the match and wanting it to go more places than just inside the ring. However, they always like to watch Vincent get beat ever since him and Bubba J formed “Hardcore Entertainment” back in 2008. Fans also happy that Lizatanna! retains as she is witty and funny.

~A briefcase sits on the table, it is the same table as before, but also as before the numerals on the case’s lock has changed. The numbers now read “41201121″, but something else changes as a computerized voice comes over the speakers…

“Start Game Now.”~

‘Judith’ By a Perfect Circle begins to play and Jason Christopher comes out to a throng of boos. He attempts to offer several members of the audience communion wafers but they turn them down.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a Leather Strap Match! Introducing first, from Mobile, Alabama. The Second Coming… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

Jason enters the ring and gives a very ‘holier than thou’ look to the audience as his music dies down.

CHAD KURTIS: Oh great. First a Sith lord and now Jesus Jr. Wow.

‘Wake Up’ By Arcade Fire begins to play and out steps ‘Average’ Joe. The audience is applauding halfheartedly.

JENNY JERSEY: And from Eerie, Indiana weighing in at a very average 230 pounds…. ‘Average’ Jim Smith.

Someone whispers into Jennys ear.

JENNY JERSEY: I mean…Joe Smythe!

Joe waves nonchalantly to the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

We start to hear ‘The Pink Panther Theme’ but it is cut short as the big Aggression screen cuts to backstage, where we find Johnny Maverick, Ash Nukem, Duff Cote D’Ivoire, and Xan Vaxman are slugging it out with ‘The Pantheon’ (minus Rob Robinson)

CHAD KURTIS: Wow, The A.S.S.H.O.L.E.S. are in the building! And they’re taking the fight to the Pantheon!

BUBBA J: The who?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Some PWA group. I imagine they are in some sort of feud with them over in that other company. I don’t know, I don’t watch that show.

When security arrives, the A.S.S.H.O.L.E.S. are quick to spread out since most of them don’t work there and could actually get in serious trouble. Johnny doesn’t give a damn as he finishes stuffing ‘Fantastic’ Andy Strickland in a garbage bag. He’s also wearing a ‘Phoenix’ mask he bought at the merch stand. He walks away casually and we are left with Scottie Snow completely unconscious on the ground. We hear Johnnys motorcycle start up as he thinks he might be able to make it to Taco Bell and back in time for his match.

The ref shrugs and has Jason and Joe put on the leather strap and calls for the opening bell.

BUBBA J: Well, looks like this is just gonna be one on one.

Our two opponents circle each other for a moment before they meet in a collar and elbow tie up. JChrist easily powers Joe into the corner and chops Joe hard on the chest. Joe responds by grabbing some of the slack from the leather strap and whipping JChrist on the side of the face. Jchrist backs off and holds his face before he stops and turns his other cheek to Joe.

CHAD KURTIS: Oh you can’t be serious…

Joe shrugs and rears back to whip him again, but JChrist quickly wraps his arms around Joe and tosses him with a belly-to-belly suplex! JChrist goes for a quick cover but Joe kicks out almost instantly to an average smattering of applause from the audience. Joe ties up with JChrist once more and JChrist quickly turns that into a side headlock. Joe elbows JChrist in the gut a few times and manages to push free of JChrist, the two attempt a dropkick at the same time and miss each other, but jChrist is a little quicker getting up to his feet and and takes hold of Joes leg, quickly rolling over into a single leg crab! Joe shouts in pain as JChrist has the hold cinched in tight, but Joe tosses back some of the slack of the leather strap and after a few tries he manages to get it around JChrists neck! He starts pulling hard, choking JChrist out. JChrist is forced to relinquish the hold but Joe keeps right on choking him out with the leather strap. With his breath leaving him, JChrist manages the energy to nail Joe with a european uppercut that makes him back off. JChrist takes a moment to catch his breath as Joe is a bit slow to get up as all the maneuvering has left him a bit tangled in the strap. A fan throws a chair into the ring and it gives Joe a bright idea.

Joe takes a shoe off and throws it at Jchrist. JChrist looks more confused than hurt. He starts to run after Joe but Joe remains just out of reach, finally JChrist yanks Joe towards him with the leather strap but this proves to a mistake as Joe comes at him with a clothesline! The momentum takes both of them over the top rope and onto the concrete. Joe and JChrist are slow to get to their feet but when they do they start slugging it out. Joe whips Jchrist into the barricade and a few of the fans grab onto him.

A member of the audience puts a crown of thorns on JChrist! Average Joe yanks JChrist over to him using the Leather strap and catches him before planting his skull into the cement with a DDT. The audience cheers, but not too much. Joe is able to get JChrist up and rolls him into the ring. He rolls in and makes a cover.

1…2…Thr-NO! As if ressurected, JChrist kicks out of the pin! Joe shakes his head in disbelief as JChrist rises!

Joe throws a punch but JChrist catches it and takes Joe down with an over-the-shoulder arm drag and drops an elbow on him as soon as he’s down!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Passion of the JChrist is starting to show.

CHAD KURTIS: Wow, we are SO going to hell.

JChrist powers Joe back up to his feet and picks him up for what looks like a crucifix powerbomb. He bows his head and says a short prayer before piledriving Joe hard onto the mat! ALPHA AND OMEGA! He puts a foot on Joes chest and holds his hands together in prayer.

1…2…3!!!

The bell rings and JChrist is quick to try and free himself from the crown of thorns on his head.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, ‘The Second Coming’, Jason Christopher!

The referee raises Jasons hand in victory as Joe starts to come to, he gives a sort of ‘Aw Shucks’ sigh as he looks around. He undoes the leather strap on his arm and walks to the back, leaving JChrist to celebrate.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Big win for this new guy. Couple more like that and he could make a believer out of me.

~We cut to a commercial for JOHNNY MAVERICK BRAND CONDOMS! For the Sadistic Sex Symbol in all of us.~

The Final Countdown starts to play, but the Phoenix doesn’t give his customary pause to let the music build, he heads right to the ring, surrounded by security.

Phoenix: Ok, I’m getting sick and tired of this. For weeks now, Larry Gordon has allowed an imposter Phoenix to run roughshod in Rebel Pro. This is the same imposter Phoenix that has done everything he can to avoid coming face to face with me. I don’t know who the fake Phoenix is, but here’s what I do know: he hates me. Ok, I get it. To get to the status I’ve achieved, well, you don’t do that without making enemies. I’ve stepped on a lot of people to become the most decorated wrestler in PWA history. I stepped on a lot of people to make the PWA the biggest wrestling promotion on the planet. And I sure as hell stepped on a lot of people here in Rebel Pro. It would be a lot easier to make a list of people that didn’t want to set me on fire.

Phoenix: And don’t think this bozo is the first guy that decided to make his name at my expense. The thing is DP, when people do that, they’re trying to make their own name, not rip off someone else’s. And to do that, you’ve got to actually beat me. But you can’t do that and you know it, so you do your little spooky magic tricks and try to intimidate me, but it doesn’t work. All it does is piss me off. I can’t believe I’m saying this after all the shitty things I’ve done in the past, but you… you’re actually giving a bad name to all the Phoenixes of the world. From me to the city to the online university, you’re making us all look bad.

Phoenix: Since we all know you’ll never face me, I’ve had to decide what to do about this. I thought about it long and hard while I ate lunch at Chick-Fil-A. As I was walking out, I saw a sign on the wall that inspired me. The sign said, “This Chick-Fil-A is proudly owned and operated by Jim Bob Smith”. As Rebel Pro fans know, the Phoenix is nothing if not a savvy businessman, so a light bulb instantly went on. Here’s the deal I’m willing to offer you, DP. You start paying me royalties, or franchise rights, to use my name, music, entrance, moves, and likeness. I’ll be generous and only require you pay me a third of your salary, or $250,000, whichever is less. That way you can fulfill your dream of being the “real” fake Phoenix, Larry Gordon will be happy because he’ll finally have a Phoenix worthy of Rebel Pro and the real Phoenix, yours truly, will be happy because I can finally be out of my contract here. Its win-win-win, baby.

Suddenly, the lights go out. Flames start to flicker on the Megavision screen.

BUBBA J: Do you smell smoke?

The flames on the screen turn darker than ever before and the phoenix (the bird, not the wrestler) on the screen grows larger than before. The lights come on and Robinson is standing in the ring, his security crew knocked out and covered in ashes. At the Phoenix’s feet is another pile of smoldering coals with a burnt mask on top.

“Higher hits up in the speakers as from the back comes the team of Tex Mex Express to a somewhat mixed reaction. There is especially some rough booing coming from a Spanish section of the crowd, more especially one particular fan in the front row.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers, coming in tonight at a total combined weight of three hundred and sixty pounds… EL GATO and JESSE JAMES HANK WILLIAMS… TEX MEX EXPRESS!

Jesse walks over to the fan and begins jawing at him as El Gato drags him away and into the ring before their opponents come down.

“Oddities hits up in the arena and from the back to a mixed reaction, boos because of their attitude, but cheers for their antics is The Freak Show.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, they come in tonight at a total combined weight of five hundred pounds… THE FREAK and SHUT DOWN… THE FREAK SHOW!

They step into the ring and each discusses with their partner who is going to start and who is going to wait. Shut Down and El Gato step out of the ring and are handcuffed by Jenny Jersey, luck bastards.

DING DING

The two men to set off this Carnival of Carnage match are The Freak and Jesse James Hank Williams. Collar and elbow lock up center ring, JJHW with a wristlock into a hammerlock with a slap to the back of Freak’s head before he applies a side headlock. Freak shoves him into the ropes, rolling forward and springing up into a clothesline backing Williams up into the ropes. Jesse with a right hand, but Freak catches the wrist, bouncing off the ropes and coming over his head and down with a around the world type DDT to the canvas. Freak off the ropes, baseball slide right into the side of Williams’ face rolls him onto his back. Freak off the ropes again, springing to the top rope and back flipping with a moonsault onto Williams’ midsection and going for a cover, but Williams throws a shoulder up quickly.

CHAD KURTIS: Way too early for that here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But that caused Williams a bit of energy.

BUBBA J: This should be an awesome match, but no team will ever be as good as Hardcore Entertainment in Rebel Pro… but Great Alaskan Ninja came close.

Freak pulls Jesse up to his feet, pounding him in the face with a quick series of rights and forearms to back him into the corner. Freak climbs up the turnbuckle pounding down into Jesse’s face with right after right.

SPANISH FAN: Kick his Mexican hating ass Freak!

Freak turns, stunned momentarily, just enough time for Jesse to shove him backwards and fall down with a sort of sit out spinebuster powerbomb combination. Jesse shakes his head before flipping the bird to the fan who accidentally helped him get the advantage back. Jesse pulls Freak up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes, back body dropping him onto his head.

BUBBA J: That… is gonna hurt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Will he be the same after that?

CHAD KURTIS: Freak is a competitor, that won’t keep him down.

Jesse bounces off the ropes, slamming his leg across Freak’s throat in an effort to cut off his oxygen and maybe wear him down for a pin. Jesse rolls up to his feet, turning to El Gato.

“That’s how you do it you damn Border Jumper!”

El Gato points behind Jesse, but Freak is already there for a sweeping kick to the back of Jesse’s legs taking him down from behind Jesse falls forward a bit, but Freak quickly flips forward, kicking him right in the mouth with a roundhouse kick sending him falling backwards instead. Freak bounces up to the top turnbuckle, flipping off and driving an elbow into Jesse’s face. Freak slides out of the ring and plunders under the apron quickly, pulling out a Singapore cane!

CHAD KURTIS: A moment of showboating and Freak’s got the advantage back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Like you’ve never showboated?

BUBBA J: Hell yeah he has, the damn faker.

Freak rolls back in holding the cane up for the crowd in a great immitation of another hardcore great. Jesse rolls up to his feet, holding at his mouth which has began to bleed at the corner. Jesse turns around, cane right to the nose! The nose bursts in a red flower causing him to stumble back in both pain and shock. Freak presses his advantage with another shot, this one to the inner thigh and dropping down to spin around with a shot right to the ribs of Jesse.

CHAD KURTIS: I.. am not faking Bubba!

BUBBA J: Fake and Shake or is it Shake and Fake?

Freak springs from the middle rope, catching Jesse around the head and placing the cane up under his chin/throat and coming down with a bulldog pretty much center ring. Freak up and on the top turnbuckle quickly. He leaps off with a shooting Star Press!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Impressive there!

CHAD KURTIS: I think he stole that from me.

BUBBA J: Regardless of what you think of yourself, not everyone worships you Your Fakeness.

Freak makes the cover, trying to get his tag partner in here so that they can finish the match off quickly to retain.

One!

Two!

Jesse throws a shoulder up, feeling the effects from the bulldog and subsequent shooting star press has taken its toll. Freak pulls him up, backing him into the ropes with a series of kicks, punches, and chops to all parts of his body.

CHAD KURTIS: Freak there with one of his favorite moves that he calls The Rush.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A vicious set of kicks, punches, and chops that both stun and weaken an opponent.

BUBBA J: Can you two fucktards be any more obvious?

Freak to the middle rope, flipping over Jesse’s head again and going for another bulldog!

CHAD KURTIS: Freak going for that move from earlier!

Jesse catches him around the waist, spinning and tossing him over the top rope to the outside! And the concrete floor below!

BUBBA J: It doesn’t pay off this time, but Freak is definitely on the outside looking in.

Freak lands hard on his hip and tries to roll up, but he just falls back down. Jesse hits the opposite ropes as both Shut Down and El Gato watch on unable to do anything. Jesse catches the rope and launches himself through with a dive to the outside that slams Freak’s back and head into the steel guard railing!

MIKEY MASSACRE: jJesse going for a high risk move and it pays off!

Jesse pulls Freak back up, breaking a bottle over his head and dragging it down Freak’s face to make him bleed for a bit. Jesse tosses the bottle away before whipping Freak into the ring apron. Jesse follows in with a clothesline that bends Freak backwards at the corner of the apron. Jesse turns around, glancing at the Spanish fan from earlier and spitting in his direction. Jesse turns around, scooping Freak back up and dropping him neck first across the apron in a possible attempt to break his neck. Jesse rolls Freak back up, making him kiss the steel post once, twice, and a third time making Freak’s face resemble about ten pounds of raw hamburger meat from your local meat market.

BUBBA J: Freshly ground Freak… on sale for $1.95 this week only!

Jesse pulls Freak back up, dragging him over to the Spanish fan.

“How does he look now you River Jumper?!”

The fan looks on, but Jesse isn’t really being disrespectful, or at least we don’t think so; its just who he is. Freak struggles weakly with an elbow, but Jesse quickly halts that with an elbow of his own to the nape of Freak’s neck sending him down to one knee. Jesse rolls Freak into the ring and digs under the ring for a table that he pulls out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jesse bringing out the wood and the fans love it!

CHAD KURTIS: Jesse looking to put The Freak away.

Jesse slides it into the ring and then begins to pull out a couple of long cases that contain the light bulbs for the overhead light fixtures. Jesse smiles as he tears into the cardboard and places the tubes into the ring. Jesse then climbs into the ring where he places the bulbs onto the table and scoop slams Freak on top of them for good measure. Jesse climbs to the top turnbuckle before pointing to Freak. Jesse leaps out with a body splash from the top turnbuckle…

Freak catches him, hitting A Moment In Sin!(side effect into an Anaconda Vice)

CHAD KURTIS: How did Freak manage to hit that from that position?

MIKEY MASSACRE: It was so quick, but effective!

BUBBA J: Damn!

Freak makes the cover as Senior Referee Alan Stone slides into position for the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the first fall and unlocking his Tag Team Partner from the railing… The Freak!

Freak stands up and promptly leans against the corner as Shut Down is unlocked. Shut Down turns to El Gato and waves good bye at him before calmly removing a couple of chairs from fans and tossing them into the ring. Shut Down digs under the ring and pulls out one of Freak’s favorites… a twenty foot steel ladder! The fans are going crazy, not necessarily because they love Freak Show but more because they love the carnage that these two men bring to the ring. Shut Down hefts the ladder into the ring as Freak smiles through his blood covered face and motions for Shut Down to hurry up and lets get this match over with. Shut Down holds up a hand before grabbing a spool of barbed wire from under the ring and tossing it into the ring as well and stepping over the top rope to finally get into the squared circle.

CHAD KURTIS: After five minutes of getting things ready, Shut Down finally enters.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It doesn’t look good for Jesse James Hank Williams here.

BUBBA J: No shit, really?!

Shut Down then picks the wire back up and removes some from the spool before getting Freak to hold Jesse up and then the two of them begin to wrap him up in barbed wire. El Gato looks on from the outside, powerless to stop what is fixing to happen to his tag team partner inside the ring. Freak sets up the ladder as Shut Down finishes wrapping Jesse in the barbed wire. Freak points to the top of the ladder as Shut Down lifts Jesse into position for a huge powerbomb onto the steel chairs, table scraps, and light tube pieces. Freak climbs to the top and nails a crucifix pose before leaping off.

BUBBA J: Jesse is sttruggling!

Jesse slips off Shut Down’s shoulders, bringing him down face first into the mess! Jesse rolls out as far as he can as Freak nails a double knee drop into Shut Down’s skull! Freak bounces up just as Jesse spins him around nailing WWJD(stunner)!

BUBBA J: That move looks familiar…

CHAD KURTIS: And he pulls it off better than you ever could.

BUBBA J: You shut the fuck up you piece of faking piece of shit!

CHAD KURTIS: Wow, you made no sense.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Guys, guys, there is aa match going on!

BUBBA J:Damn right and its more interesting than a Chad Kurtis match could ever hope to be… damn faking piece of shit.

Jesse makes the cover!

One!

El Gato is chomping at the bit to get into the ring.

Two!

El Gato is at the full length of that his handcuff will allow.

Three!

El Gato is just waiting, ready to dive into the ring.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the second fall and now unlocking his Tag Team partner… Jesse James Hank Williams!

BUBBA J: Here we go boys, El Gato is ready for the action!

CHAD KURTIS: More than you could ever hope to be.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Guys?! The match!

El Gato is unlocked and into the ring as quickly as he can be. Shut Down is up and furious at what happened, not at Freak but that Jesse was able to surprise him. Shut Down turns around, El Gato off the ladder with a dropkick sending Shut Down into the ropes. El Gato with a quick wave before tripping Shut Down and sending him back down face first into the now bloody trash. El Gato wastes no time in bouncing off the ropes and leaping to mid way on the ladder to back flip with a double foot stomp into Shut Down’s skull. Jesse rolls out of the way as his partner is in firm control.

MIKEY MASSACRE: El Gato on fire!

CHAD KURTIS: Look at him go!

El Gato up again and has a steel chair in hand as Shut Down gets wobbly up to his feet. Shut Down turns around, catching the chair. El Gato with a kick, but Shut Down saw this one coming and swings the chair up with the edge acting like a golf club right into El Gato’s crotch. Gato drops to the canvas holding at his jalapeno and Mexican beans.

BUBBA J: And his momentum is halted just that quickly…

CHAD KURTIS: He’s probably got more than you do anyways, more to get hit and more to feel pain.

Here comes Jesse though flying over the mess in the center of the ring, but Freak trips him up and the chair catches him squarely in the face knocking him backwards into a roll up from the Freak!

One!

Two!

Thre

Jesse gets a shoulder up just in time as every single fan in the building is on their feet!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Close call!

CHAD KURTIS: Extremely close call there.

Freak pulls Jesse up, whipping him towards Shut Down who catches him with a bear hug then tosses him over his shoulder with a belly to belly suplex toss type move. Shut Down spins as he doesn’t hear a crash. Jesse lands in the corner, his leg sort of caught in the corner. Shut Down slams into him with a big man splash in the corner and the train wreck is nearly fatal as Jesse crumples there possibly out cold with a broken leg.

BUBBA J: His leg may be broken!

MIKEY MASSACRE: But with a shot for a championship on the line he’s not going to let that stand in his way.

BUBBA J: You are right, he’s no Chad Kurtis.

Shut Down pulls him out of the corner, lifting him up onto his shoulders for the Shake Machine!

CHAD KURTIS: Shut Down going to finish it!

El Gato with a barbed wire fist to Shut Down’s jewels and plush teddy bear causes him to drop Jesse who just falls off the shoulders. El Gato quickly turns as Freak comes through with a hand stand into a dropkick slamming both feet into El Gato’s masked face causing a crunching sound to come from the mask. El Gato’s eyes widen in pain, but he only stumbles against the ropes as Shut Down hits his knees holding himself, unable to do anything different. Freak looks a bit sympathetic but not for long as El Gato grabs his attention again. Gato with a right, but Freak catches the hand flipping Gato over onto the spool of barbed wire and a quick leg drop gets The Freak Show back on top here in this Carnival of Carnage match. Freak lifts Gato up into A Moment of Sin, but Gato manages to shove Freak before he can get the move set for the transition; the blood making things a bit more difficult. Gato shoves back, but Freak ducks under sending Gato down with a Northern Lights Suplex into a bridged pin on top of a piece of table.

One!

Two!

Thre

NO!

El Gato kicks out just before the three and this match must continue!

MIKEY MASSACRE: El Gato pushing through the pain and exhaustion to continue!

CHAD KURTIS: He has a chance to win the title s for his team, he’s not going to quit until the last possible moment.

Freak can’t believe it, but pushes on as they want to retain and have a fight on their hands. Freak pulls Gato up as Shut Down lumbers up to his feet. Gato ducks under the clothesline from Freak, sending him over the top rope with a kick to the back of his skull. Freak lands heavily on his head and neck, rolling over onto his back as Shut Down roars after Gato. El Gato spins around, ducking under a big right hand from Shut Down and leaping to the middle of the ladder. Shut Down turns around…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gato Got Your Tongue!

Shut Down counters with the Shake Machine!

BUBA J: Out of nowhere, Shut Down with the Shake Machine!

Shut Down makes the cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… the team of The Freak and Shut Down… The Freak Show!

Shut Down steps out of the ring and to the outside where he retrieves the belts and his tag team partner.

CHAD KURTIS: Neither member of Tex Mex Express should hang their head, they gave it a valiant effort here tonight.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Jesse’s leg does appear to be broken fans as he is unable to put any weight on it at all.

BUBBA J: Now… that is fucking hardcore! Yeah!

~Another commercial that people hate, but pays for their Rebel Pro addiction comes onto the screen, playing on Megavision as well. A family sits around a table, the typical family of a mom, dad, a boy and girl. The family is laughing and carrying on as the boy rolls the dice and gets a twelve.

MOM: “Awh sweetie, you have to go to jail, directly to jail.”

The boy smiles as everyone laughs at him and the camera zooms in on the board game they are playing. The game of Monopoly, Millennium Edition.~

MIKEY MASSACRE: Basically I just got word that we’ve got a special guest coming down to the ring right now. Apparently this is the guy who Larry Gordon’s been in talks with for the last few weeks.

BUBBA J: I don’t think I care, Mikey. If it’s the guy I think it is all hells gonna break loose.

JENNY JERSEY: If I may have your attention please! It is my honor to introduce the newest aquisition to REBEL PRO!

The fans cheer and stand to their feet, curiosity piqued as “The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson hits over the speakers.

Everything has been said before
Nothin’ left to say anymore
When it’s all the same
You can ask for it by name

JENNY JERSEY: He is a two time former PWA World Tag Team Champion, a former PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion!

We see fans holding up signs with a very familiar skull emblem on them.

BUBBA J: She better be kidding right now.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hmmm wonder who that could be?

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
sex sex sex
and don’t forget the VIOLENCE!

JENNY JERSEY: He stands in at six foot, three inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds!

Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey
sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from MONTREAL, QUEBEC CANADA!

The crowd is in pandemonium on their feet!

BUBBA J: Oh for fucks sake…

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
sex sex sex
and don’t forget the VIOLENCE!

Suddenly at the entrance way, Tamika Nash Strader steps out to a huge pop.

JENNY JERSEY: Accompanied tonight by Tamika Nash Strader!

Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey
sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody SING!

JENNY JERSEY: He is THE LAST SUPERSTAR…. SIMON KALIS!

Are you motherfuckers READY?!
For the new shit?!
Stand up and admit!
Tomorrows NEVER coming!

Kalis steps out to thunderous applause from the crowd, decked out casually in a white t-shirt that says “Stay 2nd Amendment” on the front, a photo of him holding out his golden Desert Eagle on the back with the REBEL Pro logo just under the neck.

THIS IS THE NEW SHIT!
STAND UP AND ADMIT!

Kalis grabs Tamika and they kiss to the cheers of the crowd, holding hands they begin walking down to the ring. Kalis and Tamika slap the hands of fans as they pass by.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Man can you hear these fans?! March has just REALLY got hit with Madness tonight folks! Simon Kalis! HERE! In REBEL Pro!

BUBBA J: …

MIKEY MASSACRE: I know you two have history Bubba but this is a great thing!

Kalis grabs some beers from a vendor at ringside and cracks two cans open, smashing them together with the two cans of a rabid fan at ringside and chugging both down at the same time. He begins spraying the front row with beer as he chucks the cans into the crowd and continues to circle the ring with Tamika. He passes by Mikey Massacre and Bubba J, laughs as he throws up two middle fingers at Bubba J and hops onto the apron with Tamika. He sits on the middle rope to let her get in first before getting in himself and heading to each of the four corners. At every corner he throws his arms up and gets thunderous applause from the REBEL Pro fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You may not like it, but the fans certainly do.

BUBBA J: This is a hoax, no way this yellow bellied son of a bitch signed a contract here.

Kalis dusts off his denim jeans and looks around the crowd as they continue to cheer. He puts his arm over Tamika and takes the microphone from Jenny.

SIMON KALIS: Surprise!

The crowd cheers as Kalis nods them on.

SIMON KALIS: So a lot of people, mostly people who watch wrestling I imagine, are wondering just what the hell is Simon Kalis doing in such… Such…

He pauses, and winks.

SIMON KALIS: A more “independant” area of this business. Hell I could’ve gone anywhere in the world ladies and gentlemen. And by world, I mean west of Alabama and east of the Carolinas across that big glass of water you idiots here in the Flat Earth Society may not realize is an ocean.

The crowd quickly turns from the cheers into a chorus of boos.

BUBBA J: Jackass.

SIMON KALIS: Truth be told folks, Larry broke ass Gordon could NEVER afford to have me on his roster. This is the kind of situation where you’d have a movie directed by George Lucas starring Jack Black and Carlos Mencia in a dramatic tale of galactic horror, love and war. Yet…

Kalis reaches into his back pocket to pull out a rolled up stack of stapled papers. He waves it around so everyone can see that it is a REBEL Pro contract.

SIMON KALIS: Yet here it is! A Rebel contract with my name on it. Yes folks that’s right…

Kalis flips a few pages in and points to the area concerning salary, which he has circled.

SIMON KALIS: My services in REBEL Pro will cost this company a whopping… One dollar a year!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Didn’t see that coming.

SIMON KALIS: I’m not here for money, nor am I here bound by the precedents of honor and chivalry that once guided me. No ladies and redneck men, what I am here to do for you kind simple folk is show you that even though my black ass is so rich I piss gold and shit onyx that I can be your hero. I can be your gladiator! For I am here to do one thing, and one thing only! Make people bleed profusely from every orafice in their body, and perhaps a few new ones I carve out myself. That’s right, folks!

Tamika laughs and rolls her eyes.

SIMON KALIS: You too can now enjoy forty minute monologues from yours truly! You too can now enjoy watching a world class talent because really… Johnny Maverick is so wherever the fuck he’s from. Bubba J can sit there talking because I think the only part of his body I didn’t break was that mangy mutts throat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think he means you, Bubba.

BUBBA J: Yeah I got that Mikey.

SIMON KALIS: So I say bring on the batshit wild violence. It’s apart of my roots, and what better way and what better place to do it than right here! North Carolina! The pubic hair for the South!

Kalis sarcastically gags as the crowd seranades him with boos as “The New Shit” hits again. Simon and Tamika make their exit, and Kalis spits on a few fans as he walks by them throwing beer at him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A big difference from how he came in to how he leaves.

BUBBA J: These people aren’t dumb enough to fall for his bullshit.

~A commercial floats across the screen showing a man walking in what appears to be boots of some kind. The boots stop and the figure turns, us never seeing his actual face or profile; only his feet. “Justin boots, they’re at the top of any game.”~

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest for tonight’s main event. Introducing now, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…

“Sympathy for the Devil” performed by Guns N’ Roses kicks up on the sound system. Matthew “Virus” Engel comes out from backstage, dressed in a dark navy blue suit. The fans are divided in their reactions; some are cheering, some are booing.

Massacre: Was this cleared with Larry?

Bubba: I hope not. That bastard doesn’t deserve to be here.

Jenny Jersey: He is a PWA Hall of Famer and three-time PWA World Champion… a special commentator for the evening… I give you Matthew “VIRUS” Engel!!!!

The crowd’s boos are taking over the arena. Guess they’re not too fond of him down here. Engel reaches the ring and begins to walk around. He finally graces the commentator’s table. Bubba stands up immediately in defense, ready for anything. Engel just smiles, and grabs his seat at the table. Bubba, feeling a little less threatened, sits down as “Sympathy” dies down on the sound system. Engel puts on his headset.

Matthew Engel: Gentlemen.

Massacre: Mr. Engel, what are you doing here in REBEL Pro?

Bubba: Yeah Matt. Thought you hated this place?

Matthew Engel: Well, seeing as how REBEL is officially under the AOWF umbrella, can’t really hate it all too much can I? Soon enough all of our paychecks will be signed by the AOWF, and we’ll all be united.

Bubba: That just sounds fruity to me. You still sore about your loss?

Matthew Engel: Absolutely not, Bubba. Like I said, you wanted it more.

Bubba: Damn right I did.

Massacre: Alright gents, let’s get to the match.

Jenny Jersey: This match is your main event and it is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship!!!

Huge pop from the crowd as lights flash on the ominous cage structure that surrounds the ring.

Jenny Jersey: Coming to the ring first…

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow!!

Another huge pop as Johnny Maverick steps out from the back!!

Jenny Jersey: Hailing from Washington DC and weighing in at 225 pounds, ‘The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick!!!

Maverick slowly walks around the cage taking it all in. The top of the cage is ringing with barbed wire to keep people out and also to keep the wrestlers inside the ring. Maverick enters the ring, takes a spot on the second turnbuckle and raises a clenched fist into the air. He notices a familiar face down by the commentator’s table, and walks over to the ropes but minds the electrified cage. He sees Matthew Engel, and starts making threats toward him to stay out of his match.

Bubba: Looks like Johnny don’t want you here, Matt.

Matthew Engel: I’m just here to observe, I assure you.

Massacre: I hope so!

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent….

‘Anthem For The Underdog’ by 12 Stones!!!

The building fills with boos as The champ is here!!

Jenny Jersey: Hailing from British Columbia, Canada and weighing in at 240 pounds…..He is the reigning and defending REBEL World heavyweight Champion…..’The Falcon’ Jacob Venar!!

Venar has the defaced World Title draped over his right shoulder and is all smiles. He casually walks to the ring, takes a moment to look at the cage and steps inside.

Massacre: For the first time ever, the World Title will be decided in an electrified barbed wire cage match!!

Bubba: I just hope we see someone seriously injured in this match!!

Massacre: What!?

Matthew Engel: That makes sense. Who wants to take bets that Johnny won’t be ready for his match with me on Sunday Night Rampage?

Massacre: I’m sure he’ll be ready!

Referee Alan Stone is holding the belt high overhead, showing it off for everyone in the arena and for those at home. He hands the belt over to Jenny on her way out of the ring and the cage door is shut. The building (and the cage) is buzzing and the referee calls for the bell!!

Massacre: And here we go with the main event for March Madness!!

The two men meet in the center of the ring, face to face and jaw jacking at each other. Jacob strikes first with right hand! Maverick returns the favor with a right hand of his own and the fight is on! The crowd is whipped into a frenzy as both men trade rights and lefts, neither willing to back up an inch. Jacob rakes the face of Maverick! A knee to the gut doubles over the challenger! Jacob whips Maverick into the ropes!
Maverick ducks a clothesline! Leapfrog from Jacob on the rebound! Thez press from Maverick off the ropes!!
Maverick has the champ mounted and is raining down right hands as Jacob is trying to cover up!
Maverick pulls off Jacob and drags the champ to his feet.
Inverted atomic drop from Maverick! Chop from Maverick! A second inverted atomic drop from the challenger and another chop across the chest!
Jacob backs into a corner and Maverick follows him in climbing up to the second turnbuckle.
Maverick gets ready to pummel the champ with right hands when Jacob hooks the waist of Johnny and snake eyes him against the top turnbuckle!
Jacob grabs Maverick and whips him towards the far corner.
It’s reversed and Jacob is sent into the corner!
The champ counters with a whisper in the wind and Maverick is down!!

Massacre: Both of these men hate each other and will do anything to walk out of this match as the World Champion.

Bubba: As long as someone fries I’m happy.

Matthew Engel: I don’t know much about Venar, but Johnny is gonna have to do a lot better than an inverted atomic drop.

Maverick is pulled to his feet and takes a wicked chop across the chest! A second and a third chop have the REBEL faithful ‘Woooooo’ing’ in unison!!
Jacob grabs Maverick and tries to throw him into the cage but the challenger puts on the breaks and drives a back elbow into the guts of the champ!
Maverick spins around and pummels Jacob with a rapid fire series of short forearm shots to the face!
Jacob is whipped into the ropes and is greeted with a boot to the gut on the rebound. Maverick with a double underhook across the knee backbreaker!
Maverick quickly climbs up to the second turnbuckle and hits a Bret Hart style flying elbow onto the champ!
Jacob scrambles to his feet and is grabbed from behind and sent sailing towards the cage!
Jacob hits the cage door and sparks fly everywhere! The crowd erupts as Jacob rolls around the ring with smoke coming off of him.
Maverick waits for Jacob to get to his feet and hooks him from behind. Half nelson suplex! Jacob rolls into a kneeling position and eats a shinning wizard from Maverick!

Massacre: Maverick is taking it to the champ early but Jacob is a tough son of a bitch!

Bubba: Pffft. If you say so.

Matthew Engel: He does say so, Bubba. I’d listen to him more often if I were you.

We can see Massacre give Bubba a tough look, but Bubba doesn’t react. He wants a beer.

Maverick spits on Jacob and pulls him to his feet. Jacob pushes Maverick back and hits a jumping enziguri!
Maverick drops to a knee and Jacob comes off the ropes with a low dropkick that catches the challenger flush in the chest!
Jacob drags maverick to his feet and sends the challenger sailing into the electrified cage! Again sparks fly off the metal and the crowd cheers!
Maverick is again pulled to his feet and is thrown into the cage again and the challenger rolls to the center of the ring with smoke coming off him and burn marks on his skin.
Jacob sets himself as Maverick is slow to get to his feet.
Maverick is up and Jacob goes for a spear!
Maverick drops out of sight and referee Alan Stone is almost cut in half by Jacob!!
Jacob stands over the downed referee and looks over at an unmoving Maverick. He smiles and drags the referee to his feet.
The referee is thrown into the cage door and sparks erupt from the cage!!
Again the poor referee eats the cage door and this time the door flies open and the referee tumbles to the outside!
Jacob carefully climbs out of the cage and starts hunting for plunder under the ring.

Bubba: Well if anyone had to ride ol’ sparky I’d always vote for the referee to go first!

Massacre: Jacob is simply looking to do anything to end the career of Maverick here!

Matthew Engel: I hope not. I need him alive and ready on Sunday, I’m not getting a free pass to advance in the tournament.

Two chairs are pulled out from under the ring and tossed inside the cage. A table is drug out from under the ring and the crowd gives the obligatory ‘We Want Tables!’ chant.
The chairs are joined by a ladder and the crowd is beyond happy to see the amount of plunder that Jacob is tossing into the ring.
Another pair of chairs are tossed into the ring by the champ and he’s all smiles as he stops to talk shit to some of the ringside fans.
Jacob turns his attention back to the ring and Maverick flies through the ring ropes and out of the cage with a suicide dive into the champ!!
A ‘Holy Shit’ chant breaks out as Maverick pulls himself to his feet. Maverick spots something peeking out from under the ring and drags out a toolbox.
The toolbox is opened and Maverick finds what he’s looking for. A screwdriver.
Jacob is trying to get to his feet when Maverick comes up from behind him and jabs the screwdriver into the scalp of the champ!
Jacob tries to escape but Maverick pins him against the guard rails and digs the screwdriver into the flesh of the World champ.
Blood is pouring down the face of Jacob as Maverick steps away and the fans are no help as they hurl insults and curses at a bloody Venar.
Maverick grabs Jacob and hurls him against the outside of the cage! Again sparks fly everywhere and the champ lays on the floor a bloody mess.

Massacre: Maverick is putting the ‘whup ass’ onto Jacob Venar!

Bubba: bah, they’re both overrated.

Matthew Engel: That’s why they’re out there and you’re sitting behind a table, right Bubba?

Bubba: Yeah yeah, I still whupped yer ass Matt. You just remember that.

Matthew Engel: You did. I also drank a half a bottle of whiskey before that match, and since I’ve sobered up, I haven’t lost. So maybe when you decide to show your ugly face in the PWA again, we’ll have another match.

Bubba: Bring it on Matty!

Massacre: Guys, come on. Stay focused on the match!

Maverick pulls Jacob to his feet and shoves him back into the ring. Referee Jimmy Johnson runs down to ringside as Alan Stone is checked on by paramedics. The EMTs, along with Alan Stone on a stretcher, leave back up the aisle way, Jimmy climbs into the cage behind the two wrestlers.
Maverick grabs the ladder and props it up against the corner. Jacob is getting to his feet and takes a boot to the bloodied face.
Maverick drags Jacob up and whips him towards the ladder! It’s reversed and Maverick slams back first into the unforgiving ladder!
Stinger splash from Jacob smashes Maverick into the ladder and the champ stumbles away with blood trickling from his head and staining the mat.
Jacob crawls over to the far corner and pulls something out from under the apron. It looks like a water bottle and Jacob hides it as best he can.
Maverick peels himself off the ladder and staggers over to the champ who suddenly sprays the liquid onto the upper body and face of the challenger!
Maverick shouts in pain and tries to clear his eyes and the referee looks suddenly frightened.
Jacob douses his hand with the mystery liquid, pulls a Zippo out of his trunks and flicks the flame to life!
Jacob touches the flame to his own hand and it erupts into fire!!
Falcon Punch to Maverick and a huge fireball rolls off the chest and face of the challenger!!
A HUGE ‘Holy Shit’ chant threatens to blow the roof off the building as a burned Maverick rolls around on the mat in agony!!

Bubba: Stop, drop & roll baby!!

Massacre: Venar just set fire to himself to injure Maverick!! This guy is fucking crazy!!

Matthew Engel: Damn it Johnny. Stay focused, and alive preferably.

Jacob rolls up Maverick for what is amazingly the first pin attempt in this entire match!

1!
2!
3-NOOOOOO!!!!!

Maverick gets a shoulder up!! Jacob jumps to his feet, blood and spit flying from his mouth as he threatens to crush yet another referee.
Jacob returns his attention to maverick and reaches down to pull him up. Maverick hooks the arm and pulls Jacob down into a Crippler Crossface and the fans pop huge!!
Maverick, his face blistered by the fire, cranks on the pressure and a bloody Venar tires to escape the hold!
Venar scoots his body over and gets a foot on the bottom rope but the referee simply shrugs his shoulders!!
Venar manages to shove his foot back even further and place sit against the cage sending electricity flashing through both Jacob and Maverick!!
Maverick releases the hold and Jacob crawls away clutching at his foot.
Maverick is getting to his feet when he takes a running rocker drop from Jacob!! The champ kicks Maverick away from him and slowly gets to his feet.
Jacob grabs the table and sets it up in the ring before returning his attention back to the challenger.
Maverick is pulled to his feet and rolled onto the table. The champ heads for the high rent district and takes flight with his Leap Of Faith!
Maverick rolls off the table at the last second and Jacob blasts through the table and smashes to the mat!!

Bubba: See that’s why I never do that high flyin’ stuff.

Massacre: uh, yeah.

Matthew Engel: Hard to do that aerial nonsense when your beer gut gets in the way.

Bubba: You got me there.

The referee helps pull the debris of the table off of Jacob and the champ is slow to get to his feet.
Jacob is up, turns and eats a brutal chairshot to the head! Maverick is standing before the bloody and dazed champ and reaches back and cracks Venar a second time with a vicious chairshot!
Maverick drops the chair to the mat, kicks the champ doubling him over and drills him with a package piledriver onto the chair!

1!
2!
3-Noooooo!!

Jacob somehow, someway has gotten an arm up!
Maverick looks furious as he gets to his feet. He gathers up all four chairs that were tossed into the ring and piles them in a nice pile.
Jacob is pulled off the mat and takes a powerbomb into the chairs!

1!
2!
3-Noooo!!

Again Jacob somehow gets his shoulder up!

Massacre: Jacob Venar is like Jason!! he won’t stay dead!!

Matthew Engel: Ah, Friday the 13th references. Now I’ve heard everything.

Maverick is up and is dragging Jacob up with him.
Wing Clipper from nowhere!!
Both men lay on the mat totally exhausted and the crowd is cheering them both on to get up and continue their epic battle.
Slowly Jacob pulls himself up and staggers over to the ladder. He opens up the ladder and returns his attention back to Maverick.
Jacob drags Maverick to the top of the chair pile and then walks back towards the ladder. The champ takes a moment to clear the blood from his eyes and then starts to climb to the top of the ladder.
Spread My Wings from Venar!!
It connects and the crowd groans as it looks as if Maverick just got crushed!!

1!
2!
3-NO!!!!!!!!

The crowd explodes as Maverick gets a shoulder up!!
Jacob looks at the referee in shock as Maverick is starting to stir.
Maverick is dragged to his feet and whipped towards the far corner.
It’s reversed and Venar slams into the corner!!
Maverick charges in and Venar eats the ‘THIS IS SPARTA’ running boot to the face!!
Maverick looks possessed as he drags Venar out of the corner and hits his Oops! I Broke Him!!
The crowd is now standing as they are sensing history!
Jacob is dragged to his feet!
Another Body Murdered!!

1!
2!
3-NO!!!!

Jacob gets a shoulder up!!

Maverick shoves away the referee and yanks a bloody Jacob to his feet!
ANOTHER BODY MURDERD ONTO THE PILE OF CHAIRS!!
The crowd counts along with the referee!!

1!
2!
3!!!!

The roof is almost blown off the building as a dream has been accomplished!!

Massacre: Holy shit he did it!!! He almost killed Jacob to do it but we have a new champion!!!

Bubba: And both these guys are messed up! I love it!

Matthew Engel: Well hot damn. Looks like Johnny will get a World Title, it just won’t be of the PWA variety.

Maverick is sitting in the middle of the ring as the referee holds up his hand!!

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match…..And NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World heavyweight Champion……JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!!!!!!!!!

The belt is placed in the lap of the new champion and he looks down at it and smiles. Maverick slowly gets up and raises the belt high above his head and again gets a monster pop from the REBEL faithful!!! The cage is being raised now and the electricity has been turned off.

Massacre: Maverick had to pull out all the stops but he’s our NEW World Champion!!!

Bubba: This makes ‘em 1-1. I’d love to see how they top this!!

Matthew Engel: Well gents, it’s been real. I gotta go greet your new champion.

Engel drops the headset and stands up from the table. He walks toward the ring and climbs in, with the cage being raised high enough for both competitors to move freely in the ring. A bloodied and battered Johnny Maverick confronts Matthew Engel, getting ready for anything.

Crowd: JOHNNY! JOHNNY! JOHNNY!

Engel smiles, and extends his arm toward Maverick’s belt. Engel wipes some debris off the belt, and then extends his hand. Engel and Maverick shake hands.

Bubba: Now Matt is all of a sudden the sportsman?

Massacre: Seems like Mr. Engel is giving Maverick his credit here as he has done the unthinkable here tonight!

Matthew Engel: See you Sunday, champ.

We can see Engel mouth the words to Johnny, but the audio isn’t very clear as the crowd is going crazy. Engel departs from the ring, heading backstage.

Fade out as we focus on a bloody, burned and battered Maverick standing over Venar with the Title draped over his shoulder.

Welcome to ‘The Filth & The Fury’ era of REBEL!!!!