Pre-Recorded Shananagans

The words “Previously Recorded” hang out in the top right hand corner of the screen as our scene comes to life. The camera’s of the RPW are notorious for wandering around backstage, filming the various Rebel Pro stars getting ready for the night, and getting in the way. One such camera followed some voices down a quite hallway and now peers around the corner at four individuals.

Duncan Aries, is one of these men. His attendance here tonight would normally be considered unusual, only because he was recently fired by Larry Gordan, if it weren’t for the company he was keeping.

Fley: Don’t worry about, Gordan. The RPW is circling the drain. Trust me… he’ll have a new contract for you soon enough. He really doesn’t have a choice.

The speaker, Fley, casually leans back against the wall across from Aries. In his right hand he holds a thin metal staff on end. He appears to be a lot younger than he really is. Maybe not even out of his teens yet. However, Fley is anything but a child and he’s certainly committed his fair share of sins and misdeeds in his lifetime.

His deeds last night during the PWA’s Genesis Twelve are proof of that.

Duncan Aries: I’m not worried about him. He’s lost control of this place more than once so I wasn’t too concerned about his edicts. I just wonder if I couldn’t be more useful elsewhere?

Fley, turns his head slightly to lock onto Aries with a piercing blue gaze. He shrugs and then smiles as he gestures with his head towards the third and forth members of their party.

Fley: It’s what the boss man wants.

The third and forth individuals in question stand a bit apart from Fley and Aries. One is tall and slender and dressed in an expensive suit. Dark raven hair frames a gaunt face, it’s right side covered in a tribal tattoo. He doesn’t acknowledge Fley, but instead keeps his attention on that of the much smaller and diminutive form in front of him. Dressed in a dark cloak, with their back to us it’s impossible to make out who it is.

Aries too looks over in that direction and nods towards the suited man.

Duncan Aries: No disrespect intended, Styx. Just a thought.

The man, Styx, responds to his name as he raises his head toward Aries. He looks to him from behind darkened lenses, and then he raises his head a little more looking past Aries and down the hallway to the camera. He tilts his head slightly to the side and frowns. Fley and Aries are both quick to follow his gaze.

Fley: Well sonuvabitch. Always where you least expect them.

Duncan Aries: Shall we?

Fley: Let’s shall.

The two begin to stalk down the hallway towards the camera. The camera view starts to back away and then is abruptly shut down.

An Offer You Can Refuse?

The crowd in the arena goes into cheers as we fade backstage to a different locale within the arena. Masakazu is walking through the halls, searching and surveying until he finds the precise locker room he’s looking for. That of one half of the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, the TGW World Champion herself.

Without knocking, he enters.

Masakazu: Em.

Corlen, who’s just now placing her bags down turns swiftly, ready for anything. A woman of her stature and status can never be too sure.

Emily Corlen: Adrian.

Mas smirks, closing the door behind him.

Masakazu: I need you. I’m not afraid to say it.

Corlen scoffs, taken aback by Masakazu’s sudden… Advances.

Emily Corlen: What’s gotten into you? We’re both married.

Masakazu: Not like that.

He cocks an eyebrow.

Masakazu: You Mavericks have one track minds.

He crosses his arms.

Masakazu: The Order of Chaos needs you, Emily. We need to band together, because shit is hitting the fan. You think the PWA is the end of it? They’re here tonight. They’ll be in TGW and Victory soon enough, Em.

Masakazu pauses, gauging Corlen’s reaction.

Masakazu: I know we’ve been through a lot, ourselves. I… We have history, you and I. We put on the best match in TGW in 2011. That’s because I’m… We’re, both, great. There are always two.

Corlen scoffs.

Emily Corlen: I’m not about to be your apprentice.

Masakazu: No. That’s in peace times. In war… There are always two Generals. Two leaders. But this isn’t how my father set Starr up to be the patsy. This is how the Order of Chaos formed. Two great rivals, aligning for a greater purpose to become unstoppable.

Masakazu extends his hand.

Masakazu: Join me. Join us.

Emily Corlen: Let me get this straight. You walked out of TGW because you couldn’t get the job done against me. I heard the rumors about the things you said about me, about TGW, behind my back. And now, I’m just supposed to forget all of that and be all buddy buddy with you? Adrian… there’s one thing I learned after all the times I tried to stand with your father.

Emily leans in close to Adrian, her eyes narrowing.

Emily Corlen: Never trust a Kalis.

Masakazu steps back, lowering his hand and nodding.

Masakazu: I’m not here to beg your loyalty, or your forgiveness. But take a second and see that the lone wolf dies Emily. But the pack survives.

Masakazu stomps his foot down and salutes her.

Masakazu: Good luck then. My offer stands, just… Watch your back. The Masters are here tonight. And they will come for your blood.

Mas bows, smirking, then turns and leaves the way he came…

Duncan Aries, Giving It To Ya

We open in the arena, where standing center ring, mic in hand is Duncan Aries. There’s a definite mixed reaction from the crowd in seeing this man, the same man who was fired on the last Rebel Pro show. He sighs and takes a deep breath, bringing the microphone to his lips.

Aries: I can understand where you’re all coming from, you’re probably sick of me at this point. Bottom line, I’m pretty sick of myself too right at the moment. Time and time again I’ve let down the most important people in this company, the Rebel Pro fans and I’m sorry for that, truly sorry.

A harsh chorus of boos is tossed Duncan’s way.

Aries: I can accept that response. Larry Gordon and I have had a talk and hopefully you’ll all see me back in this ring real soon.

“You suck” chants ring out. Aries looks fazed by this.

Aries: “I pray you can all bear with me through this difficult time. I have proven in the past that my heart is with this company, and I even had a great return match here with Jaice Wilds. Still, Larry Gordon had to prove a point by firing me, the point being that he won’t tolerate anyone insulting each and every one of you.”

Aries pauses.

Aries: “Even if it is kind of easy, and kind of fun when you stop to think about it.”

The smile of Duncan Aries slowly twists into a smirk.

Aries: “Because let’s face it, none of you ever respected me, none of you ever treated me like one of your own, one of your “rasslin favorites” and you know what, I made the mistake of trying to please each and every one of you. Think about that for a second, an accomplished fighter known the world over, a man who is in his wrestling prime, tried for days and days, weeks and weeks, month after month to please people who collectively have an IQ of a house fly. Amazing right?”

The boos intensify.

Aries: Then, oh my gosh, I didn’t get around to going on tv and addressing my opponent and all of you “amazing” country road backwater town fucktards and I get fired? Pa-fucking-lease! If this is the last time I’m on this program for a little while, there’s something I need to get off my chest here and now. If this MMA crap is where this company is headed, then I really don’t need to be here right now. Because it is quite apparent to me and anyone with a logical brain, that Larry Gordon is in need of some serious mental help if he thinks this shit is going to save the company. It’s not, and he knows it.”

Aries:”No people, the only person who can truly save this company is being flushed down the toilet because he didn’t talk about how Johnny Maverick may or may be retiring, or how Emily Corlen is the biggest cunt going, or maybe even how even after all this time, Vincent Black is still the biggest fucking disappointment in the history of this company. No I chose to remain silent, I chose to train and wait for my next match, and what happens? Larry Gordon buries me on tv. He buries me because he knows that’s the only way he can get the best of “The Spade” and what happened next? Oh yeah, that’s right, YOU FUCKING INGRATES CHEERED IT! YOU BASTARDS CHEERED IT ALL!”

Duncan’s face is red with anger. He takes a breath and continues.

Aries:”But you know what, in the end, I’m going to be the one cheering, I’m going to be the one who gets exactly what they want out of this situation. I’m going to start by contacting my lawyers, and I’m going to sue you, Larry Gordon, for every little penny you, your children, and your children’s children have in their pockets, for wrongful termination. You may think because I didn’t go in front of these people and discuss a match with no real purpose that I broke my contract. Well Larry, you coming onto this program and humiliating me in front of the world shows that you are a bully, an egotistical prick, and someone who needs to get knocked down a peg. But you see, that’s only step one folks.”

“ARIES SUCKS, ARIES SUCKS, ARIES SUCKS!” Duncan shakes his head.

Aries:”No people, you suck. All of you, and this poorly run company, almost sucked my life dry, dry of all the fun I had performing in front of all of you. But don’t worry, I know none of you will contact me, concerned about what my future holds. Besides, how would you fit it in with things like feeding the pigs and chickens, and screwing your cousins?”

Major heat on Aries with that one, who laughs.

Aries: “No in the end, you’re all fixing to find out what happens when you push a man like me. I push back, hard. So from the bottom of my heart, from the man who actually gave you a reason to tune into this program, I bid you all a fond..

“FUCK YOU!”

Aries drops the mic and exits the ring, fans taunting him and throwing him the finger as he walks up the aisle, a smirk on his face.

A Big Surprise

The camera view finally settles down on the familiar forms of your two Rebel Pro announcers.

Larry Gordan: Hello everyone and welcome to Rebel Pro MMA Style! I’m Larry Gordan and joining me as always is the lovely, Ms. Linzi Martin.

Linzi Martin: Thanks Larr. Any night’s a good night to tune into Rebel Pro, but tonight especially you’re in for a special treat as the superstars of RPW go mixed martial arts style in an octagon ring!

Larry Gordan: That’s not the only thing special about the ring tonight, Linzi.

The camera view switches away from our announcers to the ring in question. A ring strung with barbed wire and littered with broken glass, tacks and all other manner of pointy objects. There may even be a couple of cacti buried in that mess somewhere.

Linzi Martin: Looks like hell, Larr.

Larry Gordan: Well this is MMA Rebel Pro style. Three matches and each match will consist of a series of rounds and pretty much anything goes.

Linzi Martin: I don’t think we’re going to see a lot of high flying tonight Larr.

Larry Gordan: You might be surprised Linzi. In fact…

Gordan is suddenly cut off as “Play With Fire” by Dum-Dum Girls erupts through the arena as the lights go out. Flames of a purple hue begin to flicker and dance upon the jumbo screen.

Larry Gordan: Well, I thought this would be a little later, but now is as good a time as any I suppose.

Linzi Martin: What are you talking about Larr? I don’t recognize this music.

Larry Gordan: A big surprise Linzi. I great surprise for Rbel Pro faithful.

It’s obvious that the fans in attendance don’t recognize who the music belongs too either as an impatient buzz starts to blend with the music. Finally flames come to life around the entrance way and it’s then that a familiar frame pushes through the curtains.

The fans erupt into a frenzy.

Linzi Martin: It’s Violet Harper! Larry you old dog how long have you had this in your pocket?

Larry Gordan: Oh for a little while now. It wasn’t easy, but I knew the surprise would be worth it.

Linzi Martin: Before her accident Harper was a beloved rising star here in RebPro and it looks like the fans are happy to pick up right where she left off.

With a wide smile on her face Violet Harper stands there for a moment with a hand raised to the fans. Here eyes glistening with moistness, if you didn’t know better you’d say she was almost overwhelmed by this response. Her slender and shapely body presses against a red dress that is almost too small and reveals an ample amount of cleavage and toned legs.

With a mic in hand she finally starts down to ringside as the lights start to come back up. Her hips sway with each step and occasionally she reaches out to slap hands with her fans. She’s careful to keep her distance though.

Linzi Martin: Well this is great, Larr! With so much negative news swarming around the RPW of late this is something we can smile about.

Larry Gordan: Oh, I’m smiling Linzi. I’m smiling.

Reaching ringside Violet carefully picks her way into the ring. High heels and her short dress making it all the more difficult. Finally though she finds herself at the center of the octagon and her music fades. The cherring goes on for awhile longer before it finally dies down.

She thumbs her mic to life.

Violet Harper: Thank you.

The fans erupt into cheers again and she looks a little embarrassed. Finally the RebPro loyalist die down and Harper rises the mic to her ruby red lips once more.

Violet Harper: I always knew that I’d be back, but I didn’t know when and I didn’t know just how difficult that path back would be. And it has been a difficult one. But I’m back now and it’s great to be so.

Again the fans pop and Harper lowers the mic with a smile. Once more raising her hand to the fans.

Linzi Martin: She certainly has a connection with the fans that goes past her looks Larr.

Larry Gordan: Just something about her we all love, Linzi.

Once more the fans die down enough for Violet to once more raise the mic to her lips.

Violet Harper: If you all keep doing that it’s going to be real hard to get through this.

Yet, another pop and Harper is forced to raise a hand to her mouth.

Linzi Martin: It’s almost like the fans were looking for as reason to cheer Larr!

Larry Gordan: I don’t blame them Linzi. We’ve been through some rough times. Just look at Harper. I think she’s about to cry!

The fans start to settle down again and Harper does indeed wipe a single tear away from her eye. Careful not to streak her mascara. She raises the mic again.
Violet Harper: Thank you so much again. This means so much to me. Because I came back here for all of you. Because you all deserve the best. You deserve to have people out here who care. And I care what happens in Rebel Pro. I care that certain people have sat back and watched as its caved in on itself and they have done nothing about it!

Her words ring with an edge of anger, but she takes a deep breath and starts again.

Violet Harper: Tonight begins my journey to put this place back together. Tonight I…

“After the Flesh” by My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult hits the area and boos start up right away. More than a few of the fans in attendance here tonight are aware of what that music is attached to and what they started in the PWA at Genesis.

Linzi Martin: Oh this can’t be good, Larry.

Larry Gordan: Harper get the hell out of there.

As if she could hear Gordan, Harper does indeed start to make her way out of the ring, but as difficult as it was for her to get in the ring, it’s just as hard for her to get out. And she doesn’t make much progress before her visitors start to ooze their way out of the crowd.

Linzi Martin: There’s Silverback and The Brutal from the PWA coming out of the crowd! And Nighstryker too!

Larry Gordan: And Duncan Aries! That sonuvabitch! I fired him!

Linzi Martin: Looks like he’s joined the M.o.A, Larr.

The four men start to move in on the octagon ring, shifting around it and winding closer and closer as Harper trys to change exit points. Finally she just starts to move back to the center of the ring, grabbing up a baseball bat laced in barbed wire off the ring floor.

From the top of the ramp way Fley, Styx and their diminutive hooded companion appear. While Fley continues on down to the ring with his metal staff propped up on his shoulder, Styx and his hooded friend remain by the curtain watching the show unfold.

Linzi Martin: What does the M.o.A want with Harper? She can’t possibly have any connection to them.

Larry Gordan: I just don’t know Linzi. I’ve not had any interactions with the Masters of Armageddon, but I’ve heard enough about them to not want them in the RPW. Poor brave, Harper.

Silverback, Nighstryker, Duncan Aries and The Brutal have all made their way into the ring now and form a loose circle around Harper. On his way down to the ring Fley pulls a mic out of his back pocket and flips it to life.

Fley: Golly gee Ms. Harper. I’m really sorry about all of this, but you were just taking WAY to fucking long.

Reaching the ring Fley tosses his metal staff over the top of the barb wire laced ropes to Aries, and then grabbing a hold of the barbed wire pulls himself up and into the ring. As he pulls his hand away trickles of blood start to run down his fingers. His staff is handed back to him and he finally comes to stand face to face with Harper. “After the Flesh” finally fades away.

Fley: And I really, really hate to wait. So, if you’ll just close that twat on your face for a little while. Me and my friends can conduct our business and be on our way.

The fans boo loudly at Fley, but he ignores them as he glares at Harper. She in turn glares back, tightening her grip on the baseball bat. Fley raises an eyebrow.

Fley: Oh no. Come on. Tell me that you’re not that stupid. Oh… but of course you are.

The fans pop as Harper whips the bat at Fley’s face and he takes it full on. The blow stumbles him to the side and the barbed wire rakes thin angry lines across his face that immediately start to trickle blood. That’s all the offensive that Harper gets though as a chair, carried by the hulking Brutal, slams down across the back of Harpers head.

Larry Gordan: Oh God no!

Linzi Martin: No Harper! You didn’t have to be a hero!

Her body goes limp and she falls face first into the glass and tacks at her feet. The fans go silent again. Fley shakes his head trying to clear the cob webs and then raises the mic once more turning to the fans.

Fley: I could really start to like this place.

He reaches up to touch his face again. Winces and then smiles.

Fley: Well anyway, here we are Rebel Pro, as promised. Unfortunately my good buddy Duncan here was without a match tonight. So we had to pick a place and time to make a statement. This was the place and this was the time. Harper there.

He looks back over his shoulder at her and shakes his head. He turns back to the fans who have started to boo again.

Fley: She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. So… she got knocked the fuck out. It happens. It’s what we do. And to be quite honest with you this won’t be the last time something like this happens. People are always just in the wrong place or they’re in the way… point being sometimes what we do isn’t personal at all. It just needs to be done.

He raises a hand to his cheek again. When he pulls it away bloody finger prints dot his cheek.

Fley: This! This people is just the start of something beautiful. It’s been years and years and years, but we’re finally back. Most of you don’t have a fucking clue who we are, and that’s fine because I love introducing myself. We’ll be seeing you all again real soon. M.o.A Supreme.

“After the Flesh” hits the PA again and the Masters start to exit the ring, leaving an unconscious Harper in a heap at its center. As one they move up the rampway and joining Styx and his hooded companion vanish behind the curtain.

Larry Gordan: I will not sand for this! This is my federation and they can’t get away with assaulting my talent!

Linzi Martin: But we’re part of the AOWF now, Larr. You sign a contract with the AOWF and that pretty much gives you the right to appear on any AOWF show.

Larry Gordan: Well I don’t have to like it!

Suddenly a buzz starts to fill the arena as Jaice Wilds comes running out from the back.

Larry Gordan: What’s Jaice doing out here?

Linzi Martin: Doing the right thing Larr.

Reaching ringside Jaice hops up on the apron and jumps over the ropes. He’s quickly to Harper’s side and scooping her up in his arms. The normally easy going Jaice looks absolutely furious as he starts to make his way out of the ring accompanied by cheers.

Larry Gordan: Well alright! See that!? Rebel Pro is banding together! We will not be pushed around in our own house!

Linzi Martin: Sometimes people just need a little jump start. It’d be nice if Lisa would get on board next.

Larry Gordan: Seldon? Hard to say. If it doesn’t directly affect her, well…
Larry lets the words hang in the air as Jaice, with a limp Harper in his arms, finally makes it back to the top of the rampway and then through the curtain.

Vincent Black vs Rocky Logan

Jenny Jersey stands next to the hardcore octagon, before bringing her microphone to her lips; Rocky and Vincent stand in the center of the fighting area waiting.

Jenny Jersey: The rules are that there are none. Each round will consist of five minutes, and this match will consist of three rounds total. Should there be no clear winner after the third and final round, then the final decision will go to the judges.

The crowd is really waiting on the matches to begin.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Victoria Island in British Columbia, Canada; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… “Wreckless” Rocky Logan!

The crowd obliges the introduction of Rocky with boos, Jenny allows them to get them all out.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, from Glens Falls, New York and residing in Raleigh, North Carolina; he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and thirty-one pounds… he is one half of the AOWF Tag Team Champions… Vincent Black!

The crowd explodes, for some reason they’ve gotten to love him and Bubba J, perhaps its the wonderful service at Hardcore Drinking, their no nonsense attitude, their hardcore, or the fact that they brought an AOWF Championship to Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: Black is taller and out weighs Rocky, but Logan with more MMA experience in the Rebtagon.

Linzi Martin: Rebtagon?

Larry Gordon: Yeah, its a Rebel Octagon… Rebtagon.

Linzi Martin: Bored this week?

Larry Gordon: Not really…

The two men step back and remove their robes, their eyes never leaving the other, they stand waiting…

Ding Ding

They come together like two bulls, Rocky with a quick uppercut to Black’s chin, but Black pounds a haymaker right into Rocky’s temple. Vincent’s weight and power sends Rocky stumbling, but Logan quickly grabs an ankle, pulling Vincent down. Black pounds rights and lefts into Rocky’s face and head as Logan tries for a submission to Vincent’s ankle. Logan dives forward, grabbing Vincent in a choke hold, but Black pounds away with rapid fire body shots, doing his best to break the hold before any real damage can be done to his air supply.

Linzi Martin: What some powerful hits for both men.

Larry Gordon: Yeah, its really making me contemplate a MMA Championship belt into the mix.

Rocky breaks the hold as Vincent slams a knee into Rocky’s rocks, Logan rolling over and holding at his crotch in utter pain. Vincent with a handfull of glass drags it down his back, causing bloody trails to follow the glass down. Rocky rolls away, struggling back up to his feet.

Larry Gordon: There is a point for Black, the first to draw blood.

Black stands over Rocky, who lashes out with a sort of stomp to Black’s knee, the one that always gives him a bit of trouble.

Linzi Martin: Smart move by Rocky there, going after the troublesome knee of Vincent Black.

Black is down, Rocky launching a knee into the side of Black’s skull, but Vincent stands up, launching Rocky up and over his head into the cage wall. Rocky seems to hang there momentarily before falling to the area in front of the wall where glass is glued and tacks abound. Logan rolls out of the debris, Vincent is there with knees and kicks to the former MMA fighter, but Logan is defenseless as he tries to cover up and looking for an opening.

Larry Gordon: It isn’t fancy, but Vincent has Rocky defenseless.

Linzi Martin: I’m kind of liking this shit.

Rocky with a piece of glass in hand slashes out at Vincent’s ankle, causing the big man to grunt in pain and fall backwards away from the crouching Logan. Rocky presses his advantage with a launching right fist at the biggest man in Rebel Pro and connects solidly with Vincent’s chin rocking the big man even further. Vincent spins around, but Logan is waiting as he leaps, delivering a stunning bulldog to Vincent, taking him down firmly on the canvas.Rocky with a side headlocks seems to be trying to wear Vincent down, but Logan is actually beating Vincent in the temple with a piece of glass in his closed fist.

Linzi Martin: Fucking brutal!

Larry Grdon: Its awesome, huh?

Linzi Martin: Fucking Aye it is!

Black shoves up to a knee, sending elbow after elbow into Rocky’s ribs, causing blood to spurt from his temple wound. Black lifts the smaller Rocky up, falling back with a side suplex, Logan landing heavily on to his head. Black rolls over, doing his best to stop the blood from flowing down his temple. Rocky rolls over to his knees, trying to get up as well. Black with a punt kick right into Logan’s face spins him over and onto his back. Black leaps up into the air, dropping a leg onto Logan’s throat.

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey stands up as Bubba J forces Black to his corner before Vincent is disqualified. Allan Flick is in the Rebtagon to get a dazed and confused Rocky to his corner as well.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, that is the end of the first round and we have our votes.

Jenny looks over to the table where one sign is raised for Vincent Black, causing the big man and Bubba J to nod. A second sign is raised and it shows that Rocky Logan has a vote as well; this causing him and Allan Flick to nod, but Bubba J and Vincent to begin yelling at Rocky that he got lucky. A third sign is lifted to show that Vincent Black gets a second vote, him now leading 2 – 1; Bubba J and himself very happy with this, but Rocky and Allan aren’t so much.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the first round of this match… Vincent Black!

Vincent and Rocky are receiving some cleaning as they prepare for the next round. Jimmy Johnson signals that the next round will begin immediately; the two men stand up.

Ding Ding

Rocky nails Vincent with his stool, busting him open on the forehead and sending him crashing backwards; but Rocky presses the advantage with another stool shot and a third that has Vincent leaning in his own corner. Jimmy warns Bubba J not to get involved, but he need not have worried, Vincent comes back stabbing Rocky Logan in the midsection with a broken stool leg. Vincent with another shot and a third breaks Rocky’s rhythym greatly. Vincent lifts him up, dropping him throat first across the top of the railing before launching him like a lawn dart to the center of the octagon. Vincent yells as he charges at Rocky with a lifted knee right into his face. Vincent spins him around, face planting him on the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Vincent is like a mad man, he’s literally going ape shit on Rocky Logan.

Larry Gordon: Yeah, Wreckless has become Defenseless.

Vincent lifts Rocky up, but Logan with a twist manages to knee Vincent in the face and somehow lifts a boot to his chin that knocks Vincent down. Logan with a flipping knee into Vincent’s face before applying a rear naked choke to the big man. Vincent struggles for a moment before just using his power and strength to lift him up and fall backwards against the cage. Rocky releases the hold, Vincent stumbles forward, but Rocky detaches himself from the wall, leaping at the back of Vincent. Logan slams two knees into Vincent’s skull, before delivering several kicks to Black’s troublesome knee; Vincent twists and goes down heavily on that knee.

Larry Gordon: That isn’t good.

Linzi Martin: Did I hear a popping noise?

Larry Gordon: You may have Linzi, I can’t be sure either.

Vincent is groaning in pain, but refusing to give up to end this match and allow Rocky to pull out a win. Rocky with a twist sends a powerful elbow into Vincent’s temple, the big man hits the ring. Rocky with an ankle hold, twists over and locks in a standing figure fourleglock, Bubba J fighting not to come in to the ring and help out his obviously injured partner. Vincent reaches up, slamming a fist into Rocky’s face, but Logan manages to keep the hold locked on and Vincent is in obvious pain from the torquing of his seemingly hurt knee. Vincent is groaning in pain, in obvious pain, but Logan is just twisting and twisting on that knee, doing his best to make sure that Vincent never walks again.

Larry Gordon: If Vincent wants out of this hold, he either needs to break it, submit, or wait until the round is over.

Linzi Martin: So, he can start the hold at the beginning of the round and break someone’s leg and unless they quit, the round continues?

Larry Gordon: Exactly, Jimmy has the choice to stop the match, but I don’t think he will.

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey stands up, lifting the microphone to her lips.

Jenny Jersey: And now for the judges…

Bubba J helps the hurt Vincent over to the stool, Vincent sits with his leg at an ackward angle, he’s talking to him, Allan Flick talks to Rocky. Both men are bloody, both men are hurt. The first judge holds up a Rocky Logan card, giving him a vote and tying over all with a 2 – 2 score. The second judge holds up another sign, giving his vote to Rocky Logan as well; Logan is now leading over all by a 3 – 2 margin.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think Vincent will be continuing, but there is one possibility that I hope doesn’t happen and shouldn’t happen.

Linzi Martin: What is that?

The third judge holds up his sign… placing a wad of bills in to his pocket from Bubba J who hurriedly scampers back over to Vincent Black’s corner; the sign reads… Vincent Black.

Larry Gordon: It happened.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, Rocky Logan has won this round, the match now being tied with a three to three score.

Jimmy Johnson walks over to Vincent, not allowing him to compete anymore as its obvious that he can’t walk on his own and let alone fight. Jimmy hurriedly walks over to Jenny Jersey and then Larry Gordon comes up to the octagon as well.

Linzi Martin: I’m not sure what is going on here, but we’ll soon find out.

Gordon nods and then heads back to the announcers table.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been stopped due to severe injury…

Rocky Logan jumps up, his arms held high in the air in victory.

Jenny Jersey: However, the official match ended in a draw since both men were tied in voting…

Rocky and Allan point at Bubba J and yell about him paying off the judge.

Jenny Jersey: So, no matter that Rocky Logan did injure Vincent Black, the official score is three to three so there is no choice but to declare this match a draw.

The fans boo half-heartedly, but really enjoyed the fast paced hardcore fighting action. Rocky and Allan Flick are pissed beyond belief and have a few choice words for Bubba J, who promptly gives them the double finger salute before spitting on Rocky Logan and Allan and walking off.

Jaice Wilds with A Few Words

“Animals” by Nickleback hits the arena and the fans start to cheer. From behind the curtain Jaice comes stalking out.

Larry Gordan: Jaice doesn’t look happy.

Linzi Martin: He obviously has something on his mind.

Ignoring all the fanfare Jaice raises a mic to his lips.

Jaice Wilds: Cut the music.

His voice comes out soft but sharp and his music starts to die down. The fans as well settle themselves. Jaice speaks again.

Jaice Wilds: Is nobody else paying attention? Does nobody else see what’s going on here? This will not stand. This can. Not. Stand.

He begins to pace, agitated.

Jaice Wilds: I know. It doesn’t seem like much, but it won’t end with the PWA. It won’t end with Harper here tonight. They, the virus known as the M.o.A, will continue to spread and grow! Just ask around. That’s what I did. And I won’t let them do here what they’ve done everywhere else they’ve gone.

He clenches his fist and pounds it against his chest.

Jaice Wilds: I’m only one man! And I’m not a coward but I’m also not stupid. I wasn’t going to stop those bastards by myself but together! Together we can drive them away before they start to corrupt this place. And if you don’t believe me. If you think you can just sit on your fucking hands and wait it out? You’re wrong. You’re all dead wrong. I can’t do this alone, but I will if I must.

With that he drops the mic away from his lips and vanishes back behind the curtain.

Linzi Martin: Whoa! Some strong words there from Jaice.

Larry Gordan: Jaice has always been an emotional guy. I guess what happened with Harper tonight was enough to set him off.

Linzi Martin: I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him like this.

Larry Gordan: You’ve gotta pay more attention Linzi. I think we all do.

Emily Corlen vs Jamie Shields

Corlen and Shields are in the octagon, the crowd is cheering loudly.

Jenny Jersey: In this corner! She is the current TGW World Champion! One half of the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions! She is EMILY CORLEN!

Corlen raises her arms and smiles for the cheering crowd, the REBEL Pro crowd loves them some Corlen.

Jenny Jersey: In this corner, he is Jamie Shields!!!

There’s a mixed reaction, poor dude didn’t get a proper introduction but he looks as ready as ever.

Linzi Martin: Round 1 begins!

DING DING

Corlen and Shields begin circling, anticipating each others first move. Corlen strikes first, she rushes in on Shields and takes him down with a spine buster that has Shields both in pain and surprised. Both are back on their feet, Corlen with a collar and elbow tie up wrenches in on Shields. She keeps applying pressure but Shields spins himself around and straight punches her in the face and then elbows her in the gut. Jamie grabs onto Corlen’s neck and twists, gripping tight and laying her down with a DDT.

Larry Gordon: Emily starts off strong.

Linzi Martin: But Shields has got fight in him!

Corlen is still locked in a headlock on the canvas but she begins punching Shields in the gut and ribs to get herself free. She does and brings her knees down over Shields’ chest. Shields rolls away and gets to his feet. Corlen’s up too and runs at him, kicking him across the head and sending him spinning. She goes for it again but this time Shields grabs her and suplexes her to the canvas hard.

Larry Gordon: Everytime you think Corlen’s in control, Shields makes a comeback.

Linzi Martin: The first round is almost over and this is really tight!

Corlen and Shields are back on their feet and begin unleashing a barrage of strikes on each other. The crowds on their feet, and suddenly Corlen grabs onto Shields and knees him repeatedly in the gut. She lifts him up! GLAM SLAM!

DING DING

Larry Gordon: That’s the end of the first round, both competitors in their respective corners.

Linzi Martin: I have to say I think Corlen took that round, the Glam Slam at the end really punctuated that.

DING DING

Larry Gordon: Round 2!

Linzi Martin: Uhhh… Larry!!!!

***

Masters and More Masters

Larry Gordon: Wait! That’s Fley!

Linzi Martin: And the rest of the M.o.A!

Silverback, Nighstryker, Duncan Aries, The Brutal and Fley coming oozing out of the crowd and storm the ring. Jamie Shields, is the initial focus of their attack as, already exhausted and bloody and beaten from his match, goes down easily with multiple chair shots.

Linzi Martin: Aries just busted Shields head wide open!

Larry Gordan: They can’t do this! I fired Aries!

While the M.o.A is focused on Shields, Emily Corlen takes that opportunity to evacuate the ring. Her feet are barely on the ground before the M.o.A turn from Shields and start to look for her. Corlen quickly grabs up a chair and starts to back up the rampway. The M.o.A start to spill out of the ring with Fley leading the way.

Linzi Martin: Don’t be a hero girl! Just run!

Larry Gordan: She knows what she’s doing, Linzi. Now if only…

“Play With Fire” hits the PA system for the second time tonight and the fans go nuts. The five members of the M.o.A freeze mid-stride and start to look around to one another nervously. Emily turns her body sideways so that she can watch the M.o.A and the entrance way, but she doesn’t lessen her vigil at all.

Linzi Martin: What’s going on?

Larry Gordan: I think the Rebel Pro is about to take a stand!

From behind the curtain Violet Harper and Jaice Wilds emerge with baseball bats in hand. Slowly they extend the tips of the bats to the M.o.A and the arena erupts into cheers. A small smirk slides across Emily’s face as she turns all of her attention to the M.o.A and raises her chair. Jaice and Violet start to rush down the aisle way.

Larry Gordan: Not exactly even odds but I like our chances! Run ‘em out of town!

Linzi Martin: Don’t mess with the RPW!

The M.o.A, now confronted with a force that’s untied and prepared for them starts to back down the aisle looking for the best escape route. Jaice and Harper coming charging in with bats raised. Emily awaits her back up.

Larry Gordan: Here we… NO!

!SMACK! – !CRACK!

Corlen is dropped to the floor with two vicious shots from the bat wielding duo of Jaice and Harper, but they don’t stop there as they star to wail on her. Cracking the bat across her ribs and back as Corlen tries to cover up the best she can.

Linzi Martin: No! Why!?

Larry Gordan: I just don’t understand… what’s happening?

Smiles start to spread across the faces of the rest of the M.o.A as they begin to move back up the aisle way. The booing from the crowd is sparse as most of the fans sit in stunned disbelief. Harper and Wilds finally let up just as the rest of the M.o.A join them. Shoulder pats, hand shakes and congratulations are given to the new comers.

It’s also at that time when Styx and his hooded friend emerge from behind the curtain. He wears a small smile on his face as he bends down a bit to say something to his friend. His companions hood moves with a nod and Styx smiles a bit deeper.

Linzi Martin: Jaice, has a mic Larr. Maybe now we’ll get some answers.

Larry Gordan: I don’t think I care anymore Linzi.

Jaice makes a little space from himself and the rest of the M.o.A and raises his mic. The other Masters crowd around the downed body of Corlen. Making sure to push her back down with a foot or chair if she looks to rise.

Jaice Wilds: I warned you.

Jaice holds out his hands and shrugs, a look of pure innocence on his face, ruined only by the smug smile on his lips, and the fans start to boo.

Jaice Wilds: Yeah, and I could care less what any of you think! Apparently no one around here has thought much about ol Jaice Wilds in quite sometime. I mean a night of MMA and I don’t have a fucking match? Hello!? Larry!? I’m Mr. MMA you fuck!

Jaice rolls his eyes at the onslaught of boos.

Jaice Wilds: But my decision here tonight wasn’t about that at all. If ol Gordy wants to run this shit hole into the ground then let him, but I’m going to make sure that my trailer is hitched to the organization that’s going to get me out of here when it all falls down. I’m so fucking tired of being just another cog in the machine. Easily forgotten when Gordy can’t be bothered to check the roster. So the M.o.A becomes the logical choice. The only choice for saving the tattered remains of what Gordy and the RPW have made of my career. It’s been a lot of laughs.

Larry Gordan: I can’t wrestle your matches for you Jaice! You’re fired! You’re all fired!

Linzi Martin: Larry calm down! Your heart! We’ll be okay! The RPW will be okay!

The fans continue to boo as Jaice moves back over to the other Masters and hands his mic off to Violet. If you thought they were loud for Jaice, you haven’t heard anything yet. Harper looks out to the crowd and a sad expression crosses her face and she begins to cry.

Violet Harper: I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry but I didn’t have a choice.

The crowd starts to quiet down and Harper looks over her shoulder at Fley who glares back at her. She nods and turns back to the crowd.

Violet Harper: I was left with no choice but to join the M.o.A, because… because…

She pauses again and lowers her head. She begins to weep loudly, her smooth round shoulders shaking with the sobs.

Larry Gordan: My God! What have those monsters black mailed her with?

Linzi Martin: Lar… I don’t think she’s crying.

Suddenly Violet whips back her head and she’s laughing. Laughing so hard that tears are bursting from her eyes, and so too do the Masters start to laugh. Until at last Violet brings the mic back down to her lips.

Violet Harper: Don’t play…with…me…’cause you’re playin’ with fire…

The crowd returns to booing her again but she just keeps laughing. Harper tosses the mic back to Fley, who’s impressed with Violet’s control over the crowd.

Fley: She doesn’t owe you anything. But the MoA? Well, we’ve come to collect. And reign supreme. Sleep tight.

“After the Flesh” blares through the arena once more and Silverback, Nighstryker, Duncan Aries, Violet Harper, Jaice Wilds, The Brutal and Fley start to make their way towards Styx at the top of the rampway.

Linzi Martin: Larr, you going to be okay?

Larry Gordan: I’ll be fine Linzi. We still have a match to call. This isn’t the the first time and it won’t be the last time a bunch of punks tried to run my show.

Linzi Martin: You’ll show em Larr.

Larry Gordan: I sure will.

The Masters finally reach Styx and together they vanish behind the curtain for the final time tonight.

All Falls Down

All there is, is silence.

Aggression Title Match

Johnny Maverick(C) vs Anna Mathews

The two step forward and Johnny goes about his business, teasing a few jabs and then a Snap Kick before lunging into a Rear Waistlock. Anna tries to block him but finds herself easily tossed up into the air, spun and slammed face first into the mat. Johnny then tries to pounce on her and put a knee in the back of her head but Anna spins out and comes up on top of him. Johnny powers but Anna hangs on to a clinch, letting Johnny get to his feet before swinging up a knee up into his face, only for it to narrowly miss.

Lisa Seldon: No no that is not how we practiced it!

Spyke Gein: Hey we practiced too! On your mother!

Lisa Seldon: Don’t make me come over there!

Spyke Gein: That’s what I said to your mom’s face!

Lisa Seldon: I’m gonna split you in two and make you come on your own face if you don’t shut the fuck up!

Johnny dodges the knee and then trips out Anna’s back leg, putting her on the mat again. Johnny then swings up a leg, looking to stomp her, but catches only the mat as Anna backs out of the way. Johnny stumbles a bit from the landing and looks to fall, but maintains his balance enough to dive into a top mounted Headlock. Johnny then grinds away as Anna kicks up her feet, looking to trap him in a Head Scissors. Anna misses the first attempt and Johnny shrugs of the second while he carries on grinding away, forcing Anna to go a different way. She then rotates and spins, staying in the move but managing to get onto her front and begin working back to her feet.

Lisa Seldon: Kick him in the balls and take the point reduction! It’s cool, you’ve got 54 rounds to make it back!

The two finally get back to their feet and Anna shoves Johnny off, sending him to the cage wall. Johnny flies to the fence but just manages to stop himself, breaths a sigh of relief and then throws a Thrust Kick at Anna as she rushes from behind. Anna ducks the shot and hits the cage, stepping a foot off the electrified steel and tossing herself into a High Roundhouse Kick. Johnny gets caught off guard and is too slow to duck, but does manage to get a hand up to take most of the force out of the blow. Johnny looks a little dizzy though and staggers back, allowing Anna to pressure him toward the fence with a furious flurry of lefts and rights before ending with a Dropkick in the stomach that sends him dangerously close to the fence again.

Lisa Seldon: Stop lying down on the job and push him in!

Anna leaps to her feet and charges Johnny again, but this time he has his wits about him and easily catches her kick. Johnny then turns into a baseball bat like swing, sending Anna into the cage and the sparks flying into the air amongst a giant electrical splash.

Lisa Seldon: Well that was stupid!

Anna gets blasted off the cage and walks right into an elbow strike, ripping across her forehead and sending her staggering to one side. Johnny follows her and rips off a one two combination, leading right into a wicked stab to the throat and then an Inside Leg-Kick, taking out her lead leg and putting her to a knee. Johnny then steps in, pulls her head forward and –

Spyke Gein: Oh oh! Wait!

Johnny stops mid blow and then every single person in the building, including the referee and Anna herself, turn to Spyke.

Spyke Gein: Actually no, that would be a really stupid idea. Never mind, get back to what you were doing.

Everything seems to sink for a moment but Johnny eventually regains his composure and then rips through Anna’s face for a second time with a knee, sending her to the mat.

Lisa Seldon: That was meant to be you doing that, Anna!

Anna flops to her back and Johnny pounces, leaping into Side Control to pin her down before grinding a sick series of elbows into her face. Anna begins to fade and Johnny tests it by switching toward the mount, but Anna uses this moment to catch him off guard by throwing up her legs and wrapping them around his arm, looking for the Armbar. Johnny feels it coming and locks both hands together, but struggles to get her to release.

Spyke Gein: you need some advice!? You good there!?

Johnny Maverick: How about we leave this one to me!

Spyke Gein: That’s cool. Go team!

Johnny gets onto his feet with Anna still hanging on and now raking her heel off his face for good measure. Johnny keeps his hands tight though and then stands up, taking Anna off the ground with him. Johnny looks for the slam at this point but Anna lets her legs slip, dropping her back first onto the mat and using the momentum to whip him over top. Both players then scramble but Anna gets there first, catching him on the rise with a Bakatare Sliding Kick that cracks his law and sends his head snapping back into the electric fence.

The force of the blow shoots Johnny back to the mat and leaves Anna in control, allowing her to take his back and begin firing punches around the side of his face. Johnny puts a hand up to block, only for Anna to slip her hand under it and lock a Half Nelson while her other hand shoots for his throat to complete the Kataha-Jime. Anna catches it for a second and the fans jump up in response, but Johnny is quickly to reply by rolling onto his back and using his free hand to break the Body Lock before Anna can get it properly tied in. Johnny then arches his hips away from her to defend one part while getting his hands together to defend the other, pushing down with his tied up hand to create some breathing room. Johnny then rolls into her, coming up in her guard but back on top again.

Lisa Seldon: This isn’t what we talked about, Anna!

Spyke Gein: What did you talk about!?

Lisa Seldon: Oh, you know! Moves and shit!

Spyke Gein: That’s cool!

Lisa Seldon: Yeah, it was ok. How about you!?

Spyke Gein: He already knew all the moves so we just hung out! Watched a film!

Lisa Seldon: What did you watch!?

Spyke Gein: Rocky!

Lisa Seldon: Oh shit, Rocky was on!?

Spyke Gein: No we watched it on DVD!

Lisa Seldon: Can I borrow it!?

Spyke Gein: Yeah I’ll give it to you backstage!

Totally oblivious to the conversations going on around them, Johnny continues trying to get in on the attack while Anna Mathews tries to kick him off. Eventually Johnny dives but ends up with a foot in his ribs, allowing Anna to push him into the distance. Johnny ends up on his feet and Anna scrambles to meet him, slips under a left and sticks him with a shoulder in the gut. The two then back off for a moment for a breather.

Spyke Gein: Fourteen Twenty-Seven! Fourteen Twenty-Seven!

Johnny Maverick: What’s Fourteen Twenty-Seven again?

Spyke Gein: High Knee to Flaming Roundhouse Kick!

Johnny mutters the words “of course, fourteen twenty-seven” and then leaps into a Knee Strike, only for it to completely go against him when Anna leaps to one side and then swings up an Overhead Roundhouse Kick, catching him in the face and tearing him out of mid-air. Johnny then goes down and Anna pounces, landing in the mount and dropping the point of her elbow into his face with a few quick Elbow Stabs amidst the sound of the ten second warning. Anna keeps up the pressure but Johnny bucks suddenly, knocking Anna off her base and allowing him to pummel under and catch a leg on the pass. Anna tries to fight it but Johnny tightens it up and secures a Kneebar which he quickly squeezes tight.

Spyke Gein: Tapout you stupid cat voiced bitch!

Lisa Seldon: That’s a diagnosed speech impediment!

Anna gets a heel up onto his backside to take off the pressure and holds out until the bell. Johnny hangs on until the ref forces him off and then heads to his corner while Anna moves to hers. Lisa and Spyke then take to the ring.

***

Spyke Gein: Ice! I need ice!

Johnny dabs at the spot on his head where Anna scraped him with her heel but comes up dry.

Johnny Maverick: This? It’s just a -

Johnny is cut off by the sudden avalanche of ice hitting him in the face.

***

Lisa Seldon: I don’t understand, I taught you everything you need to know.

Anna Mathews: Awl u sad wiz nee hm inn thu fase intel he stawps breefin!

Lisa Seldon: Which you are not doing.

Lisa glances at her through a haughty scowl.

***

Spyke Gein: You feeling fresh out there champ? Feeling strong? You need some emergency testosterone replacement therapy or some weird Mexican steroid shit I picked up off the internet?

Spyke pulls out a massive pot of pills that Johnny pushes back.

Johnny Maverick: You put those away!

Spyke Gein: Right, I get ya, save them for the later rounds.

Spyke winks and slips them back under his shirt, looking to disguise them despite the massive bulge.

***

Lisa Seldon: Look, if this was me we’d already be winning so I really don’t know what else to tell you. So just go out there, stop fucking around and do whatever I’d do.

Lisa turns away as Anna makes a face behind her back. Unfortunately, Lisa is looking at the giant video screen with their faces on it.

Lisa Seldon: I can still see you.

***

Lisa and Spyke give the ring back to the competitors, who march forward into the fight again.

Lisa Seldon: Kick him!

Anna Mathews: U sad nees!

Lisa Seldon: I said knees last time, that time you were supposed to kick him!

Anna Mathews decides to stay illusive for the time being, circling toward Johnny’s lead leg while peppering it with a few swift kicks. Eventually Johnny manages to get her rhythm down and begins checking them while mixing up a few jabs to keep her off guard. Anna manages to avoid the worst of them and keeps hacking away at the leg before backing off entirely when Johnny swings with a huge knockout Overhand Right. Johnny turns to follow her hand then begs her to come on before wading in with a thich swarm of lefts and rights that chase Anna across the cage. Anna eventually steps under one and wraps around a leg, but Johnny presses through her before she can do anything with it. Johnny then lands with one knee on her chest, leaving her pinned to the mat and at his mercy.

Lisa Seldon: I said do what I would do, not what Emily Corlen would do!

Johnny bobs his shoulders to fake a few shots, leading her this way and that before he finally let’s rip and crushes her with a shot from the right. Anna’s head bounces off the canvas and Johnny keeps it up, battering her with a left and a right that fail to get through as Anna throws up her arms. With Anna busy blocking Johnny switches, spinning toward her leg again and wrapping up another Kneebar that Anna instantly begins trying to fight off.

Lisa Seldon: I don’t think you’re quite grasping the core aspect of nee hm inn thu fase intel he stawps breefin!

Anna rolls but this time Maverick has it tight and with plenty of time to work. Anna instinctively reaches for the ropes and gets a nasty shock for her troubles, mostly because the ropes are actually an impregnable cage of death. Anna then rolls the other way, trying to shake him off, but Johnny hangs on like an alligator, thrashing and rolling as he looks to pull her apart. Anna tries striking him with her heel but can’t get much more out of it but a few swift digs in his ribs. Johnny takes the fight out of her though when he cranks her knee again.

Lisa Seldon: You look like you’re in a lot of pain! Would you like some real advice or should I just keep shouting shit about Knees!?

Spyke Gein: Since when did you learn to wrestle!?

Lisa Seldon: Hey, shut the fuck up!

Lisa then turns back to Anna who is currently inches away from her and currently shaking her fist. Despite being close enough to lick if she wanted to, Lisa continues shouting because it’s just the way things are done.

Lisa Seldon: Sit up and then cross your legs!

Sure enough Anna rolls again until she gets into a seated position, allowing her to cross her free leg over the barred one and take it out of danger.

Johnny Maverick: How the fuck do you know that!?

Lisa Seldon: Of course I know how to get out of a Kneebar, everything I do is kicking!

Johnny shakes his head and then gets back to work, looking to pry her leg free. As he pulls and falls back though, Anna pushes over and lands on top, leaving her in side control and freeing her up to land some knees in his side. Johnny slips an arm through, trying to wrap it around her side, only for Anna to clamp it between her legs, securing a crucifix. Johnny instantly wakes up and begins trying to buck her off, promoting Anna to make the most of it by driving elbows into the side of his head. The ref dives in to check Johnny but he holds his resolve and continues swinging his legs back and forth until he manages to get on his side. Johnny then surges, throwing himself out of her grasp and coming up behind her in a Rear Waistlock. Anna braces herself, expecting a choke, but Johnny decides to switching things up a bit by dead lifting her off the mat and then dumping her into the floor with a Release German Suplex. Anna crumples up by the fence again.

Lisa Seldon: This probably wasn’t the best match type for you, was it?

Lisa shakes her head softly as Anna is dragged backward centre by her ankle and then up onto one leg. Johnny then snaps her backdown with a Dragon Screw, tweaking the knee a little more. Johnny then pulls her up for a second, allowing Anna to shoot for an Enzugiri, miss, land facing the other way and be tossed over onto her back. Johnny then leaves Anna and goes looking for some plunder.

Lisa Seldon: He’s probably about to him you with something!

Spyke Gein: Oh he’s totally about to hit you with something!

Anna gets up and Johnny comes in swinging with a barbedwire chair at her face. Anna ducks the first shot and then rolls to the side as Johnny brings it down, embedding it in the mat. Johnny pulls at first but eventually gives in and turns back to Anna who is waiting with a kick in his gut. Anna then wraps him up in a Front Facelock, steps off the cage wall and then DDTs him on the chair.

Spyke Gein: I don’t that move is approved by the State Athletic Commission!

Unable to finish him there, Anna hangs on and rolls to her back, pulling Maverick into a Guillotine Choke. Maverick looks woozy as he struggles in Anna’s guard, still rocked from the fall and now bleeding from a gash on his forehead. Johnny tries to pull out but Anna has it tight and leans back, looking to finish him right here. Johnny’s arms start to go limp and his face drifts into an odd shade of purple but he fights on, leaning back onto his knees and then eventually getting a foot down.

Spyke Gein: I know you don’t want to fall over but that’s totally the opposite of what she would be expecting you to do!

Lisa Seldon: Listen to him he hasn’t given you terrible advice at all!

Spyke Gein: Thanks!

Anna tightens up and then yanks back, taking Johnny off balance again, but he manages to put a hand down to save himself and then surges again, fighting back to his feet. He then charges for the fence and dives head first, slamming both himself and Anna into the cage wall amongst a horrid electrical flare that fires them toward the ring. The two then struggle back to their feet. Anna aims to attack first with a Roundhouse Kick but Maverick gets in there before her and lifts her face back with a Palm Strike. Anna falls back and Johnny follows, clobbering her with a series of strikes before turning away and ripping her open with a Spinning Backfist, sending her to the floor again.

Lisa Seldon: So we’re doing fucking spinning shit now?

Anna lifts her head and almost gets it caved in when Johnny puts a heel through her face. Johnny then leaves her flat and turns to Spyke.

Johnny Maverick: Twenty-Seven!

Nothing happens. Johnny sighs.

Johnny Maverick: Lighter fluid.

Spyke mutters the words “of course, twenty seven” under his breath as he tosses him some lighter fluid and a box of matches for which the fluid would be useless without. Johnny then does what any sane adult would do and douses his trouser leg. Johnny then waits for Anna to stand before lighting the thing on fire.

Lisa Seldon: Look out for -

Anna turns around and walks into a massive flaming flying knee, splitting her face down the middle and turning her inside out.

Lisa Seldon: Never mind! Just keep doing what you’re doing! Maybe less bleeding and incinerating but other than that you’re doing great!

Lisa offers her a thumbs up as Johnny bears down and extinguishes his flaming knee by ripping it through the side of her head. Anna does her best to cover up as the ten second warning sounds again. Anna covers up as Johnny bears down, driving knees in and about her face until the referee finally steps in. Johnny raises his hand but the referee waves him, saying it was just the end of the round. Anna meanwhile looks as confused as anyone, what with the mass amount of bleeding she’s currently doing.

***

Lisa Seldon enters the cage, casually sipping on a bottle of water.

Lisa Seldon: I’m going to be honest with you. You probably didn’t win that round.

Anna Mathews looks up through her various facial wounds and professes an expression which simply states “no shit”.

Lisa Seldon: It’s cool though. You’ve got another 53 rounds left to pull it around. So get out there and make it happen!

Anna weakly reaches out for the bottle, only for Lisa to shake her head.

Lisa Seldon: No no, water is for winners honey, and you haven’t won anything today.

Lisa finishes the bottle and tosses it into the ring.

***

Spyke Gein: So, uh, you’re doing well then.

Johnny nods along while towelling himself off.

Spyke Gein: Not really much else I can tell you. You know all the moves.

***

Lisa Seldon: Look, this isn’t hard, just get out there and start fucking winning shit.

Lisa, possibly the worst corner person ever, storms out of the cage.

***

Johnny comes out with gutso, looking to finish her right here as he throws a High Roundhouse at her head. Anna blocks but gets stunned as the barbs hack through her wrists. Anna goes down again but quickly rolls back to her feet, grabs the nearest thing at hand – which hands to be a thumbtack covered shoe – and heaves it at his head. Johnny gets a scratch at worst and then swarms, catching Anna with a forearm in the throat and driving her back into the cage wall, pinning her to the electrified fence and giving her the worst of it before tossing her to the side. Johnny then rushes forward with a soccer kick, digging his barbedwire wrapped leg into her gut and then sending her into the distance, her flesh peeling as she does.

Lisa Seldon: That’s cool, we can get that fixed!

Spyke Gein: Oh cool do you have a guy for that, because we were practicing earlier and I might have accidentally ripped a woman’s face off.

Anna comes to her feet again and gets her head pulled down into a knee, sending the blood spewing through the air as he head snaps back. He then follows up with a Sidekick that doubles her over and then steps to one side for an Angled Roundhouse Kick, swooping up and shattering the back of her head.

Lisa Seldon: I know we’re not playing for points or anything, but if you could avoid getting hit with absolutely everything, that would probably help us out.

Anna can barely stand at this point as Johnny pulls her up and then tosses her backward into the cage. The shock blasts her forward and Johnny comes low, looking for the Superman Punch, but Anna leaps up first and crushes his skull with an earth shattering knee of her own. Johnny then falls into her and pulls her down, but struggles to maintain any control as his legs come out from under him. Johnny then tries to wade forward but crawls right into a Triangle Choke. Johnny immediately pulls back up Anna tightens it up and then sticks him with an Elbow Strike down on the top of his skull.

Lisa Seldon: Can I just say that the second you took my advice and hit him with a knee, everything turned around!

Anna scowls but hangs on, sticking him with elbows as Johnny tries to fight out. He then falls back, trying to get a leg over her, but Anna rolls with him and ends up on top, giving her free reign to stick him with fists before he pus her on her back again. Johnny then hunkers down, getting his feet under him and preparing to stand, but as he does, Anna reaches out and grabs the nearest weapon.

Spyke Gein: Anything but that!

Johnny struggles and tosses Anna into the air, looking for the slam, but as he gets her up, Anna lashes out, bringing a Magical Eightball down and caving in his skull. The ball splits, sending strange viscous blue fluid around the ring, but the damage is done and Johnny drops straight down to his knees. Anna then comes down on her back with the force of the fall being enough to tighten the hold up further.

Spyke Gein: I thought it was supposed to predict the future!? Why didn’t it save itself!?

Johnny keeps trying to fight her off but his arms start to wane as Anna carries on battering him with elbows. Johnny lands a few defiant punches but struggles to get anything on them. Until finally his hands slip and his body slumps to one side. The referee then dives in, breaking the hold as he calls for the bell.

DING DING

Joan Jett takes over the sound system again as Lisa rushes the ring and pulls Anna to her feet. Anna seems a little confused at first, what with all the profuse bleeding, but she’s eventually able to accept the fact that’s won, despite it only being round three of fifty five. The referee returns to the ring and hands her the belt, which Anna in turn tosses into the air like a graduation cap. Suddenly unbound by the laws of physics, it, Anna and Lisa freeze in midair, having jumped up in the excitment. Everyone else seems confused.

***

Quick Results

Vincent Black vs Rocky Logan – Draw

Emily Corlen defeated Jamie Shields in 1 round before the MoA ruined the match

Anna Mathews defeated Johnny Maverick in 3 rounds, becoming the new Aggression Champion!

Cakes on me!

Direct Intervention is Necessary

We fade backstage now, to an unmarked door somewhere within the arena. The door is left a creak open and the camera crew quietly opens it and sticks the microphone in. Sneaky bastards.

Voice 1: Just when I thought I was out…

Voice 2: They pull you back in?

The second man laughs. The first merely scoffs.

Voice 1: This will not stand. I let Case think he won with a stupid doppleganger and this is what happens to REBEL Pro. REBEL Pro has collapsed and the work we did has fallen apart as quickly as it came together. Worse, look at what’s happened tonight.

There’s a long pause.

Voice 2: The Masters.

Voice 1: The Masters. We knew they’d make their mark, and everyone in the AoWF is sitting on their asses and letting themselves get fucked.

Another pause.

Voice 3: Maaaaaaaaan. Please don’t tell me you’re thinking about doing what I think you are doing.

Voice 1: REBEL Pro will survive. And it won’t fall into the hands of the fucking M.o.A.

Voice 2: So. We’re putting more of the band back together?

Pause.

Voice 1: No. That was making war. This is taking a stand. For REBEL Pro.

Voice 2: For the AoWF?

Voice 1: For the AoWF.

Voice 3: Oh my god no…

The third man begins to whimper.

Voice 2: Assuming direct control?

Voice 1: Assuming direct control.

The third man begins to cry.

Voice 1: REBEL Pro can’t belong to the Masters and their cronies, traitors like Jaice and Violet.

The camera crew dude with the mic falls into the room so the camera dude follows. The three men in the room don’t even bother to turn their back. Two face the one sitting at the desk, which has a plaque that reads “General Manager”. One seems to still be whimpering and shaking. The other is in full military urban camo gear, five stars along each shoulder of his jacket as he nods knowingly. Behind the large leather chair, looming on the wall is a banner… A burning skull placed over the old Confederate flag, and the crowd in the arena goes nuts. And a man sitting at that chair.

Linzi Martin: Oh my God Larry… Did you know?

Larry Gordon: Of course.

The man behind the GM’s desk spins his chair around and taps his hand on the desk.

Simon Kalis: Because it belongs to The Order of Chaos. REBEL Pro shall rise again.

Kalis points to the camera, as if his hand were a firearm.

Simon Kalis: You better-

The door opens again. This time…

Emily Corlen: Believe it.

Masakazu turns around and smirks. He extends his hand out to Corlen.

Masakazu: So… You in?

Emily Corlen: I’m in.

Simon and Masakazu and Corlen walk out of the room pushing the camera crew aside as Jeremy Gold turns to face the camera, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Jeremy Gold: Oh my God.

Gold faints and hits his head on the desk as the camera zooms in on the “joint flag” of REBEL Pro and The Order of Chaos as we fade away…

*****Occupy REBEL Redux?*****

Some sort of loud rap music blares outside the arena, as a Black BMW X5 passes by a picket line set up by Case Filed Rockets and a bunch of fans. Simon Kalis, Masakazu and Maya all step out and observe.

Justin Case: WE WANT LARRY!

Rocky Logan: NO MORE KALIS!

Kalis looks over to Mas and Maya and smirks.

Simon Kalis: He’s got balls. I’ll give him that.

Masakazu: You should just fire him.

Maya: Noooo! Justin and Rocky are pretty hot. But that Hugh, ew.

Simon Kalis: Hah, no. I’ve got plans for Case.

Simon waves to Case and smirks, as the small crowd with CFR picks up their chant and we fade inside.

*****Jaice Wilds versus Hostile*****

Hostile starts up, Wilds cautious as he waits in the corner. Hostile charges, aiming for a clothesline attempt, but Wilds rolls under and springs into a dropkick. Hostile hits the turnbuckle, Wilds jumping into another dropkick that sends Hostile back into the turnbuckle. Hostile comes off, Wilds jumping onto the middle rope and springboarding into a senton… but it’s reversed into a powerbomb. Hostile shakes his head, grinning at Jaice. Wilds starts back to his feet, shaking off the move as he turns to Hostile. Larson grabs Wilds by the arm, whipping him across the ring. Wilds rebounds, ducking beneath a boot, jumping onto the bottom rope on the rebound. Hostile turns, Wilds with a crossbody; caught in mid-air! Hostile goes for a fallaway slam, but Wilds twists and lands on one knee across the ring. Hostile starts up, Jaice charging up with a shining wizard, but Hostile ducks backwards sending Jaice careening over him. Hostile gets to his feet and turns, Wilds rolling to his feet and turning around himself. Hostile stalks up, throwing a right hook, but Wilds ducks under and jumps into an inverse enziguri. Hostile falls to one knee, shaking off the kick as Jaice spins on a dime, tripping Hostile with a low spin kick to the back of Hostile’s legs. Hostile hits the mat, but throws his legs up as Jaice spins around to attempt a cover, locking the Xtreme Aerialist into a body scissors. Jaice struggles, but Hostile locks in tighter.

Larry Gordon: Jaice pulling some of those quick, flashy moves he’s known for, but Hostile manages to ground him with some technical moves here.

Linzi Martin: Bah. Where’s the REAL action? COME ON!!

Jaice continues to struggle against the scissors, Hostile throwing a flurry of elbows into Jaice’s scalp. Hostile finally releases Wilds, rolling to his feet. Jaice struggles, Hostile falling back before running up with a vicious soccer kick to the head… NO! Jaice falls back, Hostile moving past him as Jaice springs up, chop block to Hostile! Larson falls to the mat, Wilds backing up a bit into the ropes to regain his center. He starts to his feet, Hostile getting to a knee. Jaice springboards off the middle rope, looking for a chop kick, Hostile jumping out of the way. Jaice rolls to his feet, narrowly ducking beneath a big boot, springing up on his hands as Hostile turns around into a standing head scissors, Jaice flipping up onto Hostile’s shoulders and throwing a barrage of lefts into Hostile’s head. Hostile backs up, bumping into the ropes. Jaice twists downward, bringing Hostile over the ropes with a hurricanrana that sends the bigger man to the floor, Wilds holding onto the top rope. Hostile starts to a knee, grabbing the crowd barrier to lift himself, starting to turn towards the ring. Wilds flies off the ropes…

Larry Gordon: Oh my god!

Linzi Martin: Shiiiit…

Wilds with a flying DDT, spinning around 180 degrees and planting Hostile’s head into the crowd barrier. Hostile crumples to the floor, Jaice bracing himself against the crowd barrier as the attack took a toll on his back as well. Jaice reaches behind himself, grabbing the crowd barrier to lift himself. Hostile is barely moving, his right hand covering the back of his head. Jaice stumbles to the ring, rolling in. He looks out at Hostile, raising an arm to a cheering crowd. Hostile manages to his knees, holding his head as he tries to shake off the attack. Jaice falls back, rebounding as Hostile finally manages to his feet. Jaice flips over the top rope, looking for a corkscrew flying clothesline… Hostile moves, grabbing Jaice’s wrist with one hand and pushing the back of his arm with the other, sending Jaice crashing into the crowd barrier and locking in an armbar. Jaice falls to the crowd, grasping at his chest with his free arm while Hostile torques the hold on his right. Jaice tries to squirm free, but this only causes Hostile to torque the move further. Jaice grunts in pain, wincing as the pain shoots through his arm and chest.

Linzi Martin: Oh, yes… This is what I’m talkin about…

Larry Gordon: Jaice Wilds with that high risk- high reward move set… and that high-risk part kicks in.

Hostile wrenches back until Wilds’ arm is ready to break, Wilds shouting in pain. Wilds suddenly springs against the crowd barrier, flipping over Hostile in such a way that Hostile loses his grip. Jaice rolls to his feet, holding his arm as Hostile stands, charging Wilds. Jaice jumps out of the way, Hostile jumping through the air and flying under the ring apron. Wilds rolls into the ring, resting in a corner as he tends to his arm. After working it in a couple circles to stretch it out, he looks back out to the floor. There is still no sign of Hostile, and Jaice starts to play to the crowd. The crowd starts to cheer louder as Jaice slides out of the ring, cautiously lifting the apron where Hostile disappeared. As his head is ducked beneath the apron, Hostile flies around the corner with a barbed wire-wrapped kendo stick, swinging for the fences as he brings it down over Wilds’ back. Wilds crumples to the floor as Hostile looks to the crowd, a sickening grin. He takes a step back, raising the stick again and bringing it down on Wilds’ back once more. Wilds rolls under the ring, Hostile raising the stick in premature victory. He rolls the apron back, reaching under the ring. He pulls Jaice out by the hair… but it’s a mannequin head. Hostile tosses it into the crowd, looking under the ring… BZZZZZZZZRRRRTT!!!

Linzi Martin: Oooh, yeah!

Larry Gordon: And Wilds with a comeback here, slamming that tazer right between the eyes of Hostile!

Linzi Martin: That shock is going to make Hostile go freakin numb… oh, yes!!

Hostile falls back, writhing a bit as he holds his face. Jaice rolls out, holding his back as he slides into the ring. He makes his way to the other side, rolling up the curtain and searching beneath the ring for something. He doesn’t find what he’s looking for, pacing around to another side of the ring and lifting the apron. He moves one or two things around, then grins as he finds what he was searching for. Hostile starts to a knee, holding his nose, as the crowd roars at what Wilds is pulling out. Jaice throws a roll of barbed wire into the ring, grabbing a pair of wire cutters and sliding into the ring as well. He grabs the spool, starting to wrap his boots with the bladed wire as Hostile stumbles to his feet, falling back on the crowd barrier. Wilds cuts the finished strand, pleased with the results and begins wrapping his other foot. Hostile stumbles towards the ring, hopping in and using the ropes to get to his feet. Jaice finishes wrapping his foot, cutting off the length of barbed wire and turning his attention to Hostile. Hostile uses the ropes to propel himself towards Wilds, who quickly ducks out and launches into a pele kick. Hostile falls back a bit, rubbing his nose which is now cut open just a bit, and charges back up to Wilds. Jaice attempts a roundhouse, Hostile ducking under and taking Jaice out at the knees. Hostile grabs Jaice’s other leg, trying to ignore the cutting of the barbed wire as he locks Jaice into a sharpshooter.

Larry Gordon: My god, that HAS to hurt the both of them!!

Linzi Martin: The blood! The pain! The BLOOD!! YES! YES! YES!!

Hostile puts pressure on the shooter, the barbs cutting deeper into his flesh. Jaice calls out in pain, but refuses to give in. Hostile tightens his grip as much as he can, but the barbed wire digging into his skin gets to be too much, and he is forced to loosen his grip a bit. Jaice struggles, managing to get his hands under him, and flips Hostile off his back. Hostile stumbles into the ropes, Jaice starting to his knees. Hostile’s blood trickles from his arms, a small pool of blood forming beneath him. He pushes himself into the ropes, rebounding into a clothesline to Jaice. Wilds falls to the mat, Hostile’s blood now splattered across his throat and chest as the bigger man throws a few kicks into Wilds’ chest. Wilds rolls to a knee, Hostile taking a few steps back, running up with a punt kick! NO! Wilds rolls out, hopping up into a massive enziguri to Hostile! Hostile goes down, his head now bleeding as well. Jaice stands, playing to the crowd as he points to the turnbuckle. A roar from the crowd, Jaice starts to ascend the turnbuckles.

Larry Gordon: And it looks like Wilds is going to attempt that flying corkscrew lariat!

Linzi Martin: A leg lariat… to the head… with his feet wrapped in barbed wire? Oh, yes… oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!

Hostile stands, Jaice leaping off the turnbuckle and pulling the corkscrew, coming down for the lariat… AND HOSTILE JUMPS! DROPKICK TO THE STERNUM!! Jaice hits the mat, rolling to the ropes. He starts up, pulling himself to his feet with the ropes. Hostile grabs Jaice’s arm, whipping him across the ring. Jaice stops on a dime, attempting to reverse with his own irish whip, but Hostile plants himself and pulls Jaice back in. He drops, locking Jaice into the DEMON’S DREAM!! Jaice has nowhere to go!

Linzi Martin: YES! YES! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

Larry Gordon: He’s got the crossface! He’s got the crossface! This could be it!

Jaice attempts to struggle free, but he’s caught with no escape. He fights the pain valiantly, but Hostile’s power and determination are far greater than Wilds’ remaining energy, and eventually Jaice has no choice but to tap out.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, HOSTILE!!!!

*****One by One*****

Hostile grabs the Mic from Jenny Jersey as Jaice Wilds makes his way to the back. Hostile brings the Mic to his lips.

Hostile: Is this really the best Kalis can send me? Is this really all I can expect for competition from this place?

The crowd jeers The Jersey City Demon mercilessly; he couldn’t care less.

Hostile: I’m tired of destroying the undercard of thus company. I’m tired of mediocre talent getting title shot while those who truly excel are passed over.

Hostile: I want my fair shot. I want to match up with the best in this company. I want the likes of Jamie Flynn, Bubba J and Vincent Black. I want real competition.

Hostile: I want on the path that will lead me to the World Heavyweight Title. I want to prove that I am the very best this company has. And next week, I’m going to start with Matt Stone!

Hostile: Why Matt Stone? Because he is every bit as good as he says he is. He is one of the very few people that has an honest shot at Seldon’s title.

Hostile: And if Simon Kalis does not give me what I want, I will destroy this company from within. I will take out his entire roster one by one until I’m the only one left to face Lisa.

Suddenly from the crowd, here comes TABOO! Taboo slides into the ring behind with a HUUUUUUUUUUGE LARIAT on Hostile! Hostile hit’s the canvas hard, and he’s clearly out of it following the hellacious match with Jaice Wilds. Taboo picks Hostile up, BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!

Larry Gordon: It’s pandemonium!

Linzi Martin: Taboo has just laid Hostile out!

Taboo grabs a microphone and looks right into the camera and points down at Hostile.

Taboo: There’s no getting out of this! Not after everything that’s happened. I DEMAND my match with Hostile at the next pay per view. He’ll face ME! Not Matt Stone. Not Lisa Seldon. ME!

Suddenly, before Taboo can say anything else, “Back in Black” by AC/DC hits and the crowd all turn their attention to the entrance ramp.

Linzi Martin: Awwwww yeah! He’s back in charge!

Simon Kalis steps out, still dressed in his black and gold pinstripe Armani suit with a microphone in hand. Simon taps the microphone.

Simon Kalis: This is the time you all say…

Simon points the microphone to the crowd.

Fans: ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL!

And while Simon finds this amusing, Taboo is in no mood for jokes. Hostile pulls himself away from Taboo and sits up against the guard rails, looking towards Kalis now too.

Simon Kalis: When we got you Taboo, I was so happy. When Hostile came back, I was so happy. When you two showed this need to make each other bleed going all the way back to NAPW, well… It made me happy. But you know what makes me happy too?

Kalis pauses for dramatic effect.

Simon Kalis: Having PWA’s World Champion working for REBEL Pro now too. And sure it’s a pay per appearance deal, but. Hey. We’re getting loaded with folks who want to do each other harm and that’s NEVER a bad thing. So when I see Hostile straight call Matt Stone out… I think. Well shit. Who doesn’t wanna see that?

The crowd cheers, but Taboo isn’t looking too pleased.

Simon Kalis: But, I understand how you feel Taboo. I’ve been in your spot. I can relate. So I think, well. Hostile made his return by fucking with you, and that wasn’t very nice Mr. Larsen.

Hostile rolls his eyes.

Simon Kalis: So I’m thinking, you know, it’s only fair that Taboo… That he gets to fuck with you. So sure, Hostile. You’ll get to face Matt Stone. Next week. On the Super Aggression MISGIVINGS 2011!

The crowd cheers loudly, and Hostile nods with approval though Taboo is the only one upset.

Simon Kalis: BUT! Taboo over here will get to don the black and white, and he will be the referee officiating that match.

Larry Gordon: Oh my!

Linzi Martin: OH SHIT!

Hostile is up and he bumps past Taboo, while Taboo just smirks and nods as he makes his way back through the crowd. Hostile stops right in Simon Kalis’ face.

Larry Gordon: Oh Hostile, don’t do this.

Linzi Martin: Attacking the boss is never good for your health. OR wealth, as it were!

Simon Kalis: See you soon, Mr. Larsen.

Kalis steps aside and smiles, like the jackass he is. Hostile disappears backstage and Simon makes his way to the ring.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think he’s done.

Simon waves at the announcers table. Larry waves back, but Linzi blushes.

Linzi Martin: HEY! He was CLEARLY waving to me! The hot nympho chick! Not you, Larry.

Simon Kalis: So that brings us to new business, doesn’t it? After all, you folks wanted me back in charge and here I am. I leave for one month to wage a war on PWA, and for The Order to do our World Tour… And look what happens. Fucking Johnny Maverick is Aggression Champion.

The crowd cheers this, cause Johnny Mav is awesome d’uh.

Simon Kalis: Yeah, no. I know. I mean I’d like to think Johnny and I are pals. But this doesn’t change the fact that a non-REBEL is holding one of our belts, and this, I cannot abide by. So I got to thinking. Who’s also really awesome? Who’s so awesome, they’ve taken it to Johnny before? Who’s so awesome that nobody likes him cause he’s so awesome? And I realized…. So I decided…

Kalis points to the camera.

Simon Kalis: At Misgivings? It’ll be Johnny Maverick defending his Aggression Championship…. Against FINALE!

The crowd yells out, cheers, boos, mostly boos because it’s Finale and he’s a bit of a dick to people from time to time.

Larry Gordon: That’s HUGE!

Linzi Martin: That’s massive! I don’t see how he can up that match announcement.

Simon Kalis: Then I got to thinking, well. REBEL Pro is due a shot at Enika Engel.

The crowd cheers.

Simon Kalis: And I thought, well. Who deserves that? Who’s been just as unstoppable as someone like Finale, if not more so? Who can we count on to bring REBEL Pro some more AoWF gold…

He pauses, and smirks at the irony of that statement.

Simon Kalis: And you know who was supposed to face Maverick in the first place but couldn’t?

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Simon Kalis: So next week at Misgivings? Enika Engel will defend her AoWF Queen O’Extreme championship against JAMIE FLYNN!

Linzi Martin: REBEL Pro- FUCK YEAH!

The crowd is going nuts, and Simon tries to calm them down.

Simon Kalis: Most of all, I know all of you didn’t watch PWA’s London Burning PPV… Because hey, who wants to watch that same tired old shit.

The crowd laughs, yeah! Cause fuck the PWA, amirite?

Simon Kalis: But. I was there, on REBEL Pro business. And I had to make a deal, an amusing deal really. In exchange for the safe return of REBEL Pro’s belts that were stolen by those PWA scum tards. I had to give… Lucious Starr, a shot. A shot, at Lisa Seldon.

The crowd bursts into laughter, because it’s funny because he’s gonna die.

Larry Gordon: Seldon defends against Starr?! That’s a HUGE match! No matter what you think of Lucious.

Simon Kalis: And I promised Starr a shot at Lisa, but I never said he was the only one. And I respect initiative, so Justin Case will be joining Lucious Starr and-

“Troublesome ‘96” by 2Pac hits and Simon turns to the entrance ramp as Justin Case, Rocky Logan and Hugh Aredone step out.

Justin Case: No. No. No. NO! No Simon! This ISN’T what our protest has been about.

Kalis steps back, all shocked and shit sarcastically.

Justin Case: I don’t want Lisa. That was never one of our demands.

Simon Kalis: Oh? I’m sorry Justin, I thought people liked World title shots. Are you that afraid of Lisa?!

Simon smirks.

Justin Case: Never! I’d take that bitch any day of the week! But this is bigger than Lisa! Bigger than some PWA idiot like Starr! This is about REBEL Pro itself! We want LARRY!

Simon turns to the announcers table and points to Larry Gordon.

Simon Kalis: He’s right there. Did you want an autograph?

Larry Gordon: Oh they’ve gotta bring my name into this, don’t they?

Justin Case: No. We’re tired of what you’re doing to REBEL Pro, and we’re not the only ones.

Simon Kalis: That right?

The crowd cheers, the crowd boos. They’re confused.

Justin Case: That’s why I’m not going to be in that REBEL Pro World title match at Misgivings. As much as I’d love to, I have a bigger mission. Simon. I’m facing YOU!

Cue the crowd gasping and then thunderously applauding.

Simon Kalis: Hahahahahahaha… Yeah, okay. Right.

Justin Case: You think I’m joking? No. I’m fighting for the real REBEL Pro, and I’m fighting to get Larry Gordon back. That’s why if I win? Larry Gordon takes REBEL Pro BACK from your dirty, greedy and grubby hands.

The crowd cheers, they boo. They’re not sure what they want.

Simon Kalis: Here’s my thought. Fuck you.

Simon smirks.

Simon Kalis: You realize this can only happen, if I allow it to? But you know what, I’m getting sick. Sick of you fucking dusty REBEL Icons getting in the way of progress. This is the future, Case. You’ll have to accept that. So you know what? I accept.

The crowd cheers completely.

Simon Kalis: But you don’t wanna know what happens to you and the CFR if I win.

Kalis drops the microphone, and “Back in Black” hits again. CFR all point and cuss out Simon, as he raises his arms and nods smirking.

Larry Gordon: No way! Justin Case! Simon Kalis! At Misgivings! Seldon! Starr! Flynn! Engel! Hostile! Stone! Bubba! Massacre!

Linzi Martin: Beer! Chips! Relax Larry, we know.

Larry Gordon: Well sorry if I’m just incredibly excited.

Linzi Martin: Yeah. And I bet you hired CFR to do this too, didn’t you?

*****REBELProStuff.Com*****

Because fuck Rob Robinson, that’s why!

*****Matt Stone versus Mikey Massacre*****

Larry Gordon: Fans, we are back from that commercial break with both men already in the ring and talking a bit of trash.

Linzi Martin: As long as they get hardcore and in a hurry, things will be smooth and silky.

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow, Mikey using his weight to shove Stone backwards, but the PWA World and IC Champion drops down, tripping Mikey up and locking on a quick armbar submission hold. Mikey rolls into the hold, before it is properly locked in, pinning Stone to the canvas.

One!

Stone releases the hold, Mikey rolls over to his feet, foot to the face sends Mikey rolling backwards, Stone presses his advantage. Mikey rolls to the ropes, pulling himself up, Stone with a chop to the chest sends the stinging pain to Mikey’s flesh and the crowd into a long time traditional “Wooooooo!” before Mikey fires back with a chop of his own. Stone with a second chop, Mikey counters with one of his own. Stone goes for a third chop, but Mikey goes for the block, Stone with a thumb to the eyes and that is very legal in this Rebel Pro match. Mikey holds at his eyes as Stone grabs a side headlock, that happens to be full of hair.

Larry Gordon: Matt Stone is a very accomplished technical wrestler.

Linzi Martin: I need some hardcore to liquify my needs.

Larry Gordon: Ever heard of TMI?

Linzi Martin: Yeah?

Larry Gordon: You are… there.

Stone pulls the hair and similtaneously digging in the side headlock. Mikey shoves him into the ropes, Stone holds on. Mikey shoves again, Stone once again holds on. Mikey shoves a third time and along with an elbow breaks the hold. Stone is across the ring, rebounding into a standing dropkick from Mikey that narrowly misses Stone. Matt rebounds with a springboard roundhouse kick, but Massacre catches the foot, dragging Stone around and down with a dragonscrew legwhip. Mikey off the ropes, baseball slide rolls Stone over and Mikey goes up top and in a hurry. Mikey leaps off with a big body splash, but Stone manages to lift his knees up into the high risk move. However, Mikey dives over, rolling up and clipping Stone in the rising knee with a swift toe kick that sends the risen star back down to one knee. Mikey with a front facelock, shoving Stone into the corner. Mikey with a forearm grabs Stone’s breath from him. Mikey with a shoulder block sends the remaining air from his lungs in a long whoosh. Mikey lifts Stone up to the top turnbuckle, looking to end this match early, but none of the crowd is in this match really, because they hate both men the same. Mikey with a superplex, but Stone twists, Mikey’s head is slammed into the canvas with a inverted DDT; Stone with the cover.

One!

Two!

Kickout by Massacre just after two!

Larry Gordon: I’ve always heard that Mikey has a very thick skull.

Linzi Martin: I’ve heard that ain’t the only thing thick…

Larry Gordon: And back to the action in the ring.

Stone pulling Mikey to a seated position, locking on a submission with his knees into Massacre’s back, pulling backwards on his arms. Mikey grunts in pain, twisting from side to side in order to get out of the move. Mikey is to the left, to the right, and Stone is blocking him at every turn. Mikey to the left and to the left again, throwing Stone off guard and Mikey is out of the move… almost entirely. Stone holds onto the wrist, Mikey grabs it, going into a wristlock of his own and behind Stone. Stone rolls forward, Massacre trips him up, landing on top of him with a chicken wing submission! Center Ring!

Larry Gordon: Mikey may have the match here!

Linzi Martin: I’ll just have to think about a hardcore match.

Stone is grunting in pain, looking for the ropes as he reaches for their leverage so that he can break out of the hold; remember no rope breaks in Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: Remember, no rope breaks in Rebel Pro, so getting to the ropes is no garantee of safety here.

Linzi Martin: If he’d rip off his arm, that may do it… would probably do it… yeah… the more and more I think about it… the more and more..

Larry Gordon: And Mikey has Stone in the center of the ring with a chicken wing submission hold locked in tight.

Linzi Martin: Not so tight anymore… oh, you mean the hold.. not my hole…

Larry Gordon: I… just… threw… up… in… my… mouth.

Mikey rolls over, torquing the arm, but putting himself in a pinning predicament.

One!

Two!

Three…

Mikey rolls back over just in the nick of time, but once again rolls back.

One!

Two!

Thre…

Stone grunts in pain, but Mikey seems to be in another zone, not paying any attention to anything but the count. Mikey rolls back over, but Stone manages to shove with one of his feet and is in the ropes, but no break. Mikey rolls the other way, but Stone has the rope hooked with his leg and foot, Mikey unable to roll back over to his side/front area; he’s in a pinning position, but no pin fall in the ropes. Mikey grunts as Stone pulls himself outside of the ropes a bit further… he falls off the apron, dragging Mikey out with him. Mikey’s throat comes up slapping the bottom rope with force, Mikey’s head is slightly thrown backwards into the canvas.

Larry Gordon: First time I’ve ever seen that counter.

Linzi Martin: Hmmmm? wha… hmmmm… what happened?

Stone falls forward, laying on his front as he catches his breath; his arm laying at a sort of ackward angle as he is just motionless. Mikey finally rolls out of the ring, landing heavily on his knees and forearms, gasping for his breath and hoping that he can get back in the driver’s seat quicker than Stone(who still isn’t moving). Mikey shoves up to his feet, stumbling over to Stone, pulling him up. Stone with a nut check and a whip from the knees sends Mikey’s face and shoulders into the ringsteps with authority. The steps go flying, but Mikey is used to this environment, so the damage isn’t really known yet, but the damage to Stone’s shoulder and arm is evident as he winces and moves his arm around. Mikey lays there as Stone comes stumbling forward, but Mikey rolls over, kicking Stone in the knee with a double foot thrust, Stone leaping to the side just in time. Stone with a stomp down, but Mikey catches the foot, pulling Stone into the ring post, the sound of skull on steel thudding heavily. Matt begins to stumble back as Mikey shoves the steps underneath him “On accident” and his head slams fairly heavily onto the corner of the steel, but no blood yet in this match. Mikey rolls Stone back into the ring, following him a bit slower, pulling him up to his feet. Mikey with a chop, but instead of Stone just taking it in stride, he fires back with one of his own, catching Mikey off guard and making him stumble backwards from Stone’s onslaught of moves.

Larry Gordon: Back in the ring here fans, this match is promising to be one of the greats this year.

Linzi Martin: Even if there is a drought near my lake?

Another collar and elbow tie up. Matt with a wristlock into a hammerlock. He slaps the cheek of Mikey before releasing the hold. Massacre turns around charging at Stone; drop toe hold and Massacre is on the canvas. Kip up by Matt has him back on his feet, baseball slide into Mikey, who rolls out of the way. Mikey up to his feet, throwing a right hand at Matt, it connects driving the PWA superstar backwards into the center of the ring. Another right hand, Matt ducks underfull nelson merging into a DDT sends Mikey forehead first onto the canvas. Matt kips up wiping sweat from his brow then slapping his hand across Mikey’s face. Matt hits the ropes, seeming to be ready for an elbow drop, Massacre moves as the elbow comes down, Matt’s elbow slams into the canvas hard. Massacre up quickly hitting the ropes with a springboard lionsault that flattens Matt to the canvas. He quickly pulls the PWA superstar back to his feet, Irish whip into the corner. Massacre charges in, Matt with a foot raised. Mikey slides under the bottom rope, having ducked under the foot. As he slides past Matt’s foot, he grabs the planted foot, pulling it with his momentum. Matt lands face first on the canvas as Massacre’s momentum keeps him going, Matt crotched on the ringpost. The crowd groans.

Linzi Martin: That is going to hurt any possible loving tonight.

Larry Gordon: Waiter! Bucket of Ice, corner ringpost.

Massacre gets back up and begins clapping to get the crowd into this match, they get his point and begin to clap along with him, even though they really don’t like him, they like Matt Stone even less. He jumps to the apron, leaps to the top turnbuckle and dives with a front flipping double knee smash! Matt rolls out of the way, Mikey rolls through the move unharmed. He spins back around charging at Matt. Armdrag takedown and now Massacre is going on the defensive. Mikey up to a knee, Matt struggling to keep him down. Right hand to the ribs of Matt, a second. Matt drops the hold, spins around, leg sweep takes Mikey down. Massacre lands on his shoulders but continues the roll backwards until he is up on his feet, Matt can’t believe this. He charges with a clothesline, Massacre ducks under, Matt with a mulekick sends Massacre shoulder first into the ringpost. He comes back holding at his injured shoulder in pain. Matt goes for his finisher, the C-C-C-C combo breaker, but Massacre has obviously scouted as he avoids the match ending move.

Larry Gordon: Mikey narrowly avoids Stone’s match ender.

Linzi Martin: This had so much potential moments ago when they were outside, my lake is about to dry up.

Matt spins back around as Massacre charges at his planted leg with a spear, Matt leaps into the air with a one legged leap frog. Mikey’s momentum sends him through the ropes, he manages to catch the middle rope, spin himself around, slide in under the bottom rope and kip up to his feet in one fluid motion. Matt looks impressed with that series and nods. Massacre holds at his shoulder again, because that little display cost him dearly. He once again charges at Stone, The Astroplex!

Larry Gordon: Where did that come from?!

Linzi Martin: Don’t know, wasn’t really paying attention.

Larry Gordon: Stone has obviously scouted his competition here in Rebel Pro, at least for tonight, as that is one of Mikey’s signature moves.

Matt kips up to his feet, hits the ropes, and rebounds with a springboard lionsault onto Massacre. Matt climbs to the top turnbuckle, looks down at Mikey and mimics shooting him with a gun. Matt leaps with The Sellout(completely out of mockery).

Larry Gordon: Stone with a huge effort to humiliate Mikey with his own finisher here in this match.

Linzi Martin: Yawn, who really cares? I just want to get my jollies on.

Matt is standing…

Larry Gordon: Kneel Before Zod!

Linzi Martin: Who?

Mikey falls, by passing the move as he avoids one of Stone’s signature moves; throwing Stone off tremendously as the momentum carries him away from Massacre.

Larry Gordon: Mikey’s up!

Linzi Martin: Heee… heee…. heeee…

Larry Gordon: Not that way you… oh never mind.

Stone spins, Mikey with a spear takes Stone off his feet, flipping him over backwards to land on his back. Mikey lays there panting, trying to catch his breath, but that move also hurt his shoulder and he’s paying for it dearly. Massacre pulls himself up, leaning heavily in the corner as Stone gets up, holding at his midsection as Mikey lashes out with a frontkick. Stone ducks to the side, but it was a ploy as Mikey spins, catching Stone in the back and delivering an Astroplex that is his very own.

Larry Gordon: The irony is that Mikey stole it from Donovan Astros, Matt stole it from Mikey, and now Mikey is performing it again… just ironic.

Linzi Martin: Um… yeah… I guess.

Massacre lifts Stone back up, Everplex takes him back to the canvas and now Mikey is climbing up to the top turnbuckle here in the match.

Sell-out!

Linzi Martin: BUT WAIT!

Stone rolls out of the way! Mikey slams heavily into the canvas, Mikey bouncing back up slightly.

Set In Stone!

Larry Gordon: Mikey will never submit in a match, his breeding is too tough for that.

Linzi Martin: But he may be knocked out cold, I think I saw his head strike the canvas.

The arm is held up once and falls.

Larry Gordon: You may be right.

The arm falls twice.

Linzi Martin: I’m always right.

It falls for a third time, prompting Jimmy Johnson to signal for the bell.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… Matt Stone!

Referee Johnson raises Stone’s hand to the air as the crowd boo’s him loudly, and clearly, letting the PWA World Champion know what they think of him. Stone however, knows he rocks.

Pun intended.

*****Dodo War*****

We open in the locker room of the Dodos, both of whom are gathered around a large circular table, covered with a map with various pieces scattered across the face of it. At the head stands PuppetLisa, wearing a generals hat and doing her best to ignore RealLisa blowing big obnoxious bubblegum bubbles. Meanwhile Anna is sitting cross-legged and looking on intently, because there’s probably a skit coming up.

PuppetLisa: I… am declaring war!

PuppetLisa puppetpounds the desk with grave intent, even though it makes absolutely no sound at all.

Lisa Seldon: Wow, I really do love declaring war.

PuppetLisa: Quiet you!

PuppetLisa slaps RegularLisa, though once again makes very little impact.

PuppetLisa: I’m busy declaring war…

Her eyes narrow, or so you imagine they would if they possessed that ability.

PuppetLisa: On Rob Robinson.

Dun dun dun!

Lisa Seldon: Not precious Rob Robinson!

Anna Mathews: lol!

PuppetLisa: Yes, Rob Robinson. For far too long his crimes against me have gone unpunished. Why it must be almost a week now. Far too long to be going unpunished that is. And so now he must be…

Lisa Seldon: Punished?

PuppetLisa: Exactly correct, my jiggle-titted, whoring doppleganger. Punished!

Lisa looks mildly offended, and further so when Anna pokes her in the boob to test the fact.

PuppetLisa: He has stolen my likeness, whored me out like a common Lisa Seldon -

Lisa Seldon: Hey now!

PuppetLisa: He has crossed us all, and for that… we must kill Rob Robinson.

The room settles – lingers in fact, while everyone takes in the thought. Lisa blinks loudly.

Anna Mathews: Al du it.

Lisa swats a hand at her.

Lisa Seldon: No you won’t kill anyone… anyone famous… anyone else famous. Just no more killing!

Lisa waves her hands in the air like she just don’t care.

PuppetLisa: Bu-

Lisa Seldon: From either of you!

PuppetLisa makes a mental note to stab her in the throat for cutting her off.

Lisa Seldon: This is a stupid plan, and we’re not going to kill anyone for you. Again.

PuppetLisa locks eyes with Lisa and continues to do so for around 4 hours until finally shaking her fist and storming off.

PuppetLisa: Then I will kill him myself.

Lisa Seldon: No! No more killing! You’re ruining my name!

PuppetLisa: You’re not the boss of me you big cunt flap!

Lisa Seldon: Fuckrash!

PuppetLisa: Moon Snatch!

Lisa Seldon: Slippery Prostitute clunge!

PuppetLisa: Big crusty Corlen Vagina!

Lisa runs to the doorway and shouts down the corridor, horrifying everyone in ear shot.

Lisa Seldon: You little shit! I’m going to tear out your stitches and then fuck your little puppet pussy face hole!

Anna Mathews appears over her shoulder.

Anna Mathews: R u gowna pt tht n teevee?

Lisa Seldon: Oh yes. Oh yes. And everyone will watch! You’ll see!

Lisa hoists a finger into the air… and then storms back into the war room. Anna crosses her arms, nods and then vanishes.

*****AoWF & REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship Match*****
*****Hardcore Entertainment© versus The Order of Chaos©*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be a street fight for the AoWF and REBEL Pro Tag Team Championships!

The crowd jump to their feet, hooting, hollering, screaming and cheering.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing FIRST, representing REBEL PRO!!!!!!!!

“Reign of Terror” by Sabaton hits as Bubba J and Vincent Black step out to a raucous crowd and tremendous cheers.

Jenny Jersey: They are the current REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions….

They share beers with fans as they make their way to the ring and get in.

Jenny Jersey: BUBBA J…. VINCENT BLACK…. HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT!!!

Larry Gordon: This has a Pay Per View atmosphere tonight folks.

Linzi Martin: This arena is ready to explode…

Jenny Jersey: And their opponents, representing Victory Wrestling…

The opening rifts of “Welcome To The Jungle” by Guns N Roses hits and the crowd stays on their feet, but there’s now a mix of cheering and booing.

“Oh my god…..”

Suddenly a number of pyrotechnic fireworks pop off from the arena ceiling towards the entrance ramp and the song is abruptly cut.

“CHAOS, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

“Last Ones Left(The OoC Remix)” hits as Simon Kalis and Masakazu burst out from backstage, both fall forward intentionally, sliding forward on their knees with their arms in the air as Maya steps out behind them and cracks her whip.

Jenny Jersey: Accompanied to the ring by Maya, they are the PWA and AoWF Tag Team Champions… Masakazu and Simon Kalis… THE ORDER OF CHAOS!!!

The burning skull blazes over the REBELTron as the men get up and begin making their way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans as they pass by. Simon raises both titles in the air and “vibes” to the classic Order theme as he hands them off at ringside, while Masakazu stops to pose with some fans for pictures. Simon gets up onto the apron and begins exchanging a few choice words with Bubba and Vincent Black as Masakazu joins him. Maya circles at ringside, holding her whip close at hand.

Larry Gordon: Over the last few months I’ve gotten to know the real Simon Kalis, you know.

Linzi Martin: And what’ve you learned?

Larry Gordon: He’s much nicer than many people probably realize.

Linzi Martin: Oh I could’ve told you that.

DING DING DING

Simon drops off the apron as Bubba and Vincent rush Mas and Simon. Maya slides in behind them and cracks her whip, lassoing Bubba J around the neck and yanking him down to the canvas. Kalis steps away as the referee looks on confused. Vincent turns to see Bubba on the canvas and Masakazu jumps up onto his back, wrapping his legs around the big mans waist and applying a sleeper hold. Simon slams his fists against the canvas cheering on Maya and Masa.

Linzi Martin: What the hell is this?!

Larry Gordon: Vincent asked for a street fight. Street fights are never fair.

Linzi Martin: Especially with black people, amirite?!

Larry Gordon: I, no Linzi. That’s terrible to say.

Maya jumps onto Bubba J and begins wailing on him with lefts and rights, before grabbing his face and kissing him as Vincent Black decides to throw himself backwards into the corner turnbuckles to get Masakazu off of him. Masakazu holds on, but winces. Black again. Bubba throws Maya off of him and she quickly grabs the handle to her whip and pulls back. She cracks it loudly against the canvas and smirks, Bubba J wipes his mouth and lets out a little smile as he looks over at Simon who’s still outside of the ring. Black comes up behind Maya and grabs her by the back of her neck, Masakazu is STILL hanging off his back with the sleeper hold. Black lifts Maya up and choke slams her in reverse sending her face first into the canvas. Bubba J rushes over and begins mud stomping the shit out of her on her chest and face as she tries to cover up.

Linzi Martin: Maya showing obvious rust here as Bubba and Vinny take control.

Larry Gordon: I think she’s only ever had about four professional matches in her career. While Bubba and Black are consummate professionals and REBEL Pro Icons.

Bubba J lifts Maya up by the neck and throws her across the ring like a rag doll before charging at her in the corner. Masakazu flips forward over Vincent Black and lands on his feet. Masakazu taps his steel plated shins and spins backwards for a kick, but Black catches his leg. Masakazu jumps using his other leg and hit’s a spinning kick across Black’s face. Masakazu hit’s the canvas and scrambles, as Black stumbles into the ropes holding his face. Seeing as how steel plated shin kicks would hurt like a bitch and all. Kalis from outside of the ring hops up onto the apron and cracks Vincent Black in the back of the head with his brass knuckled fists, sending Black forward into a quick succession of muay thai strikes from Masakazu, all using his steeled shins, cracking Black in the ribs and then face. Black still won’t go down though and Maya is trying to fight her way out of Bubba J’s incredible onslaught. Maya however lifts herself up, rolling onto her shoulders and wrapping her legs around Bubba J’s waist and taking him down to the canvas. Black charges at Masakazu and clotheslines him down hard, Mas bouncing off the canvas and right back to his feet. Black with another clothesline, Mas bounces off the canvas and jumps right back to his feet. Black goes for a third, but Masakazu ducks the last attempt and hits Black again across the face with his steel plated shins. Finally, Black goes down to one knee as Bubba cracks Maya repeatedly in the baby oven with his free hand as she applies an armbar on him.

Linzi Martin: That is so freaking hot.

Larry Gordon: Is… is Maya pleasuring herself by rubbing Bubba’s arm against her… While doing the armbar?

Linzi Martin: Just say it, Larry. She’s doing the armbar to both hurt Bubba, and masturbate with his arm. It’s totally inappropriate, and awesome!

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Bubba J again with another lobbed punch into Maya’s tummy as she pulls back on his arm, but she’s masochistically loving the whole situation. Masakazu bounces off the ropes and flies forward, lifting both knees into Black’s head and taking him down. Bubba J rips his arm out of Maya’s grasp and at the same time he pulls off her tight spandex, and…

Larry Gordon: I hope kids aren’t watching.

She isn’t wearing any underwear. Bubba J has a front seat view and pauses to admire.

Linzi Martin: Wardrobe malfunction F-T-W!

Kalis spins around and shakes his head on the outside of the ring as Masakazu turns around and shudders. Maya quickly pulls her spandex back up and kicks Bubba in the face.

Larry Gordon: What does FTW mean?

Bubba is up though and as Masakazu turns around to face Black,

Bubba J spears Masakazu through the ropes and to the outside of the ring!!! They smash right against the French announce table, because of course REBEL Pro is broadcast on RDS in Quebec yeah!

Maurice Picard: MON DIEU!

Francois Gagne: Je pense son tete c’est pas meme apres sa.

Maurice Picard: Oui, oui!

Gordon looks at Linzi dismayed. Black now goes at Maya but she keeps jumping around the ring, avoiding him. Kalis is smoking a cigarette on the outside, leaning up against the guard rails as a group of fans try not to get cut by his barbed wire armour.

Larry Gordon: When the hell did we get a French announce team?

Maya throws herself forward, rolls, and gets hold of her whip again as Bubba J begins smashing Masakazu’s face against the edge of the French announce table.

Linzi Martin: They’ve been there a while now, Larry. You do know Simon was born in the French Canada.

Larry Gordon: You mean Quebec?

Masakazu’s face goes through a television monitor on their table. They’re frogging out. I mean freaking out. Black still can’t get a hold of Maya, she’s just way too quick and agile and it’s somewhat frustrating. Especially as she begins dancing erotically while cracking her whip against the ring. We have to wonder what Black is thinking.

“Does she wanna fuck me or kill me?”

The answer’s likely both, Vinny.

Linzi Martin: Yeah. Shouldn’t you know this?

Masakazu grabs poor Francois Gagne and puts him in front of one of Bubba J’s fists, giving Masakazu enough time to elbow Bubba J then low blow him the balls. Masakazu is bleeding all over himself but he grabs Bubba J and does an impact DDT into the edge of the French announcers table, finally bringing down the lovely REBEL Pro logo design on it. Simon Kalis finishes his cigarette and joins Larry and Linzi at the regular English announcers table, taking a seat between them, kicking his feet up and leaning back.

Simon Kalis: Hey guys.

Maya cracks her whip at Vincent’s direction, lashing him in the chest and arms. Black tries to move forward towards her, but she just cracks the whip in his face this time, leaving an immediate bloody slash.

Linzi Martin: Hey babe!

Larry Gordon: Babe?!

Masakazu picks Bubba J up and rolls him onto the French announcers table. Bubba and Mas now stand on it and begin an all out brawl, lefts, rights. Lefts, rights. Back and forth. Both men are relishing in the battle. Maya cracks her whip at Black and lasso’s his neck and tries to yank forward like she did with Bubba, but Black yanks her forward towards him.

Linzi Martin: What’s with the whip?

Simon Kalis: Ugh… You can thank Johnny Maverick for teaching her a love for whips, strap ons and general bondage. Though I told her it’d be great to use in a match.

Linzi Martin: Oh my.

Larry Gordon: That’s my line.

Black grabs Maya by the throat but she drops the handle to her whip and grabs him by the balls, smiling. He lifts her up, but she holds on… to… his lightsaber.

Simon Kalis: Damn that’s a big bulge. Now I know why he’s called Vincent… Black. Hah get it? I’m a fucking genius.

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Masakazu with his steel plated shins again with a kick to Bubba’s nuts, has Bubba reeling. Masakazu hoists him, PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE FRENCH FUCK ANNOUNCE TABLE! But in the ring! Vincent Black takes Maya over to the corner and fucking choke slams her out of the ring and onto the steel steps!!!! Bubba is bleeding now! Masakazu is still bleeding, and has a piece of glass in his upper right cheek from the TV screen Bubba put his face through. It’s bedlam in REBEL Pro now folks, and the fans are LOVING IT!

Larry Gordon: Why aren’t you wrestling, Simon?

Black gets to the outside of the ring and grabs a beer bottle from a fan, and proceeds to drink some before smashing it over Maya’s beautiful face going Chris Brown on her.

Simon Kalis: Well, it’s a street fight. This is what Vincent Black wanted. I’ll be there soon enough. Fresh too, while these two idiots will be bloodied and battered by the time I go charging in.

Linzi Martin: Handsome and smart, hehe.

Kalis winks in Linzi’s direction as he looks down at where her hands

are.

Bubba and Masakazu are all kinds of fucked up as they crawl out of the wreckage of the French announcers table. Mas picks up a TV screen and smashes it on Bubba’s face. Black has Maya up in the air again, choking her as he holds her in the air while stiff punching her in the tits and stomach with his free hand.

Simon Kalis: I see why you wanted the announcers job, Larry.

Linzi is… Doing what she usually does during the main event.

Larry Gordon: I find it unprofessional that she pleasures herself to the matches.

Masakazu tries to get away from Bubba now, but Bubba grabs Masakazu by the leg and pushes himself up and forward onto Masakazu, taking Masa’s leg with him as he smashes Masa’s face with his steel plated shin, bending Masakazu’s body a way it was probably not meant to be bent. Bubba J crawls under the ring and grabs a few things we can’t see right now, but he’s likely about to go Bubba J on a motherfucker. Meanwhile, on Days of our Lives.

Simon Kalis: Can I have a taste?

Linzi Martin: Sure!

Larry Gordon: A taste? What’s that mean?

Simon’s head disappears into Linzi’s lap and Larry grabs onto his TV monitor and looks away as Bubba rolls out from beneath the ring with… A Fork in hand! As Masakazu jumps him, Bubba J stabs at him in the neck with the fork. Masakazu falls back, no deep cut or anything but he did get punctured and Mas looks at Bubba with shock. Vincent Black throws Maya onto the entrance ramp.

Larry Gordon: Good God in heaven.

Kalis sits back up and licks his lips.

Simon Kalis: Niiiice.

Linzi Martin: Whoa.

She has this awe struck, jaw dropped look on her face and it isn’t from Bubba stabbing Masakazu in the arm with the fork as Masakazu smashes a piece of broken wood over Bubba’s face.

Larry Gordon: Now I know where your daughter gets it from.

Linzi holds up the small piece of carrot muffin left and finally pouts.

Linzi Martin: You didn’t have to eat the whole thing you know.

Larry Gordon: Wait he ate your muffin? As in a real muffin?

Linzi Martin: I like nipping off pieces of muffin in my lap during matches. I just don’t like people seeing in case they think I’m eating too much. Woman’s got an image to keep up ya know. Why… What did you think I was always doing with my hands in my lap every week?

Larry Gordon: Never mind.

Maya tries crawling up the entrance ramp away from Vincent Black who stalks her, slowly walking up behind her. Masakazu rips the fork out of his arm and rubs it, having now received multiple tiny punctures over himself. He looks at Bubba J like Bubba is a maniac, and well, Bubba is. But Masakazu rolls on his back and shoulders, hitting Bubba J back to back in the head with his steel plated shins. Bubba reels, falling back. Masakazu jumps under the ring, throwing himself in. Bubba J wipes the blood off his face and goes in after him. A fan near Maya throws her a t-shirt, and Maya stops to look at it for a moment as Black comes up behind her.

Simon Kalis: Yeah! You can do it sweety!

Larry Gordon: Is that a Lisa Seldon shirt?

Maya rolls over onto her back and holds up the shirt with Lisa’s face on it as if it were a cross to a vampire. Black stops in his tracks, looking a little pissed at Maya’s audacity. Masakazu escapes out the other side of the ring with two long glass fluorescent light tubes in hand. Bubba J is right behind him and as he looks up, BANG! Glass shatters and a very toxic mist from the broken tube dissipates in the air. Masakazu goes to swing with the other one but Bubba grabs his arm and pulls himself up with his own force against Masakazu’s. The men struggle, and Bubba kicks Masakazu in the gut, grabs the long tube, smashes it over his head and drops Masakazu.

Linzi Martin: This is getting ridiculous.

Maya is up and begins brawling with Black, to no avail as she punches him with lefts and rights in the stomach. She stops and looks up at him as he goes to grab her. So Maya drops on her knees and… BITES VINCENT BLACK IN THE DICK! The crowd is going nuts as Black falls to his knees, his eyes wide with pain and disbelief. Maya holds up the t-shirt with Lisa’s face on it again right before she wraps it around his neck, flips over him and sets up the most awkward chokehold in history. Bubba J covers Masakazu!

1!

Simon Kalis: Pfft.

2!!

Larry Gordon: OH MY!

TH-KICK OUT!!! MASAKAZU KICKS OUT!

Linzi Martin: First pinfall of the match I think.

Masakazu throws Bubba J off of him and crawls away, getting to his feet. Maya is still choking Black with the Seldon t-shirt outside, but black is getting to his feet with Maya still hanging off his back. Maya wraps her long legs around his waist and uses the heel of her foot to repeatedly kick him in the balls as he stands up. But suddenly…

Larry Gordon: It’s Mikey Massacre!

Simon Kalis: Oh they’re screwed now.

Mikey, barbed wire baseball bat in hand rushes down to ringside. He stops on the ramp and points the bat at Vincent Black, and then swings… AND CRACKS MAYA OVER THE FACE! Maya releases her t-shirt chokehold grip and rolls down the entrance ramp, partially KO’d. Mikey walks passed Vincent who’s still holding onto the crown jewels Maya bit into and drops the bat, lifting Maya up off the ground and taking her back to it with a Russian leg sweep onto the thick metal of the entrance ramp.

Simon Kalis: Well.

Linzi Martin: So much for fairness!!!

Simon Kalis: Intervention is necessary.

Larry Gordon: Oh, here we go.

Kalis throws the headseat off and leaps over the announcers table and slides into the ring. Masakazu dodges Bubba J’s fists and falls back against the ropes, as Simon comes with a cross body splash on Bubba J. Simon’s barbed wire wrapped body adding a pinch to the attack. Mikey Massacre grabs Maya by her hair and lifts her back up again, as Vincent stands up and looks at Mikey with some confusion. Maya with a quick low blow, follows it up with an attempted spinning heel kick but Maya misses and Mikey DDTs her for her trouble. But Simon hops up onto the top turnbuckle and comes flying off with a shooting star press on Mikey Massacre and Vincent Black, barbed wire wrapped body and all. Bubba J and Masakazu in the ring continue their battle, with Bubba blocking Masakazu’s Muay Thai strikes, but as Bubba goes to knock Masakazu in the face, Mas dodges likewise and they find themselves in a stalemate. Simon is on his feet and helps Maya up, as Mikey and Vincent get to their feet.

Linzi Martin: So this has devolved into a three on three battle for all the marbles?

Larry Gordon: The real question is why is Mikey helping Bubba and Black?

Maya grabs onto her father and slingshots herself off of him into Mikey Massacre. Kalis rushes at Black, but Black elbows him right to the ground. Black is relentless, stomping down on Simon. Bubba grabs Masakazu and goes for a DDT, Masakazu frees himself. Mas tries to counter with a bicycle kick, Bubba ducks. Bubba grabs Masakazu from behind and goes for a spinning neck breaker but Masakazu throws his feet against the ropes closest to him and uses them to catapult himself up into the air and over Bubba J. Masakazu grabs Bubba J from behind by the waist but Bubba throws his arms up around Masakazu’s neck and drops for TRAILER PARK TRASH…. BUT NO!!! Masakazu knees Bubba in the spine and pulls himself out before the drop. Bubba falls to the ground, Masakazu jumps up and lands with both steel plated shins across Bubba J’s face! Masakazu covers!

1!

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

2!!

Larry Gordon: I think EVERY person in this arena is on their feet now Linzi!

THR- KICK OUT!

Massacre grabs Maya from behind, pulls her around, snap suplex and Maya’s body CRACKS over the guard rail! Vincent Black is just straight choking Simon Kalis as Kalis uses his brass knuckles to crack Black repeatedly in the face. Masakazu goes under the ring and pulls out a few tables, as Bubba on the opposite side of the ring pulls out a few ladders.

Linzi Martin: Bedlam in California tonight!

Kalis finally cracks Black so hard his nose starts bleeding. Simon pulls Vincent down between his arms and side and hit’s a spinning neck breaker on the big man. Kalis quickly grabs Vincent by the face and begins wailing on him with heavy rights, brass knuckles and all. Mikey Massacre applies a surfboard stretch on Maya who screams and yells to get free as Masakazu sets up two tables. Bubba J and Masakazu begin talking shit to each other, Masakazu picking up another light tube and smashing it over the table. Bubba J walks over and grabs a bag from underneath the ring, and pours thumbtacks all over it. Masakazu smirks and goes under the ring himself now, and finds a gasoline canister there and begins pouring it all over the table.

Linzi Martin: Masakazu and Bubba are having a Hardcore-off it seems.

Larry Gordon: In true REBEL fashion.

Masakazu jumps onto the ring apron and then into the ring and towards the other side. He leaps out over the other side and grabs a ladder, with Bubba having carried one over to where the tables are himself, Bubba picks that one up. Vincent Black throws Simon Kalis off of him, and Kalis hops the guard rail and goes into the crowd and grabs a chair. Masakazu cracks Mikey Massacre in the back of the head with the edge of the ladder, freeing Maya up as he makes his way to Bubba. Bubba hoists his ladder forward towards Mas, Mas hoists his forward towards Bubba.

Linzi Martin: Let the jousting begin!

Simon Kalis swings his chair wildly towards Vincent Black, and Black is careful not to get hit. Maya is on her feet and she launches herself up, springboards off the guardrails, lands on Mikey and lays him out with a hurricanrana. Bubba and Masakazu rush each other and they both miss in the first pass, but the adrenaline is clearly pumping. Black grabs a chair from a fan of his own and both Simon and Black swing at each other. The chairs clash and dent and both men recoil, though Simon more than Vincent. Simon hops onto the guardrail and brings his chair down over Vincent’s head, completely wrapping the chair around it. Maya gets hip tossed into the steel steps by Mikey Massacre who grabs her by the legs and applies a Boston Crab.

Larry Gordon: It’s pretty hard to keep track of all the action here.

Bubba and Masakazu rush each other with the ladders once more, this time both men connect at the same time right into each others faces. The crowd at front row jumps out of their seats to check the damage as they catch each other in the face, both men laid out near the table of doom they created. Maya holds onto the steel steps and tries to pull herself up but all it does is add more and more pain and pressure from Mikey’s Masshole Crab. Vincent Black pulls the chair off his head just in time to get speared by Simon Kalis right into the guard rail, through it, and into the front row. Simon grabs Vincent’s face and rubs it against his chest, which if you forgot is covered in barbed wire. Simon steps back, looking a bit dizzy and he heads off as Vincent gets to his feet. Simon Kalis super kicks Mikey Massacre in the face, sending him off of Maya. Kalis picks Mikey up but Mikey head butts him. Simon stumbles back, Mikey with a double armed DDT right onto the steel steps on Simon Kalis has the crowd cheering. Masakazu and Bubba J, meanwhile, are finally getting to their feet.

Larry Gordon: I thought they’d both certainly knocked each other out.

Linzi Martin: They’re tough bastards.

Masakazu sets up his ladder on side of the table of doom, Bubba sets his up on the other and both men begin climbing. Simon and Maya lift Mikey up and throw him into the oncoming Vincent Black, who catches Massacre and helps him get himself properly on his feet. Masa and Bubba are now perched ten feet in the air over the table of doom, both talking shit to each other. Masakazu jumps off his, grabs Bubba by the face and kicks his feet off Bubba’s ladder for the drop… FACEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE OF DOOM!

NO!
Bubba J uses the last split seconds to pull Masakazu under him while Masa holds his face, putting his knees to Masa’s chest and driving him through all the broken glass and thumbtacks. Camera flashing is blinding as Bubba stands up, feeling a little hurt from the impact. But thankfully Masakazu was there to take all that pain. Masakazu seems utterly out of it and Bubba J pulls out a lighter, sparks a cigarette and drops the light onto the wreckage of the table, setting it on fire! Masakazu quickly finds the strength to pull himself out of it all and rolls around putting the fire out of himself, but he sighs in relief and passes out. Bubba J goes into his pockets and grabs some fire crackers and another lighter.

Larry Gordon: Oh what’s he gonna do now?!

Simon sees Bubba coming and grabs Maya, and vaults her up onto the ring apron to avoid him. Bubba rushes Simon and shoves the lit firecrackers down Simon’s pants. They pop off and Simon jumps up and down as he pulls them out of his pants and throws them back at Bubba, but one of them goes off in Simons hand. Bubba J with a kick to Kalis’ gut, TRAILER PARK TRASH CONNECTS!!! Maya scrambles and flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick right into Bubba J, that sends Bubba into the crowd. Vincent Black grabs Maya and throws her aside as he lifts Simon up and throws him into the ring. Vincent Black slides in and covers.

1!

Larry Gordon: !!!

2!!

3!!!

NO! NO! SIMON KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST SECOND! Vincent can’t believe it! Simon spits in his face and kicks him away. Maya and Mikey are battling it out on the ring apron now, above the second table Masakazu had set up. Maya begins kissing Mikey Massacre passionately!

Linzi Martin: I love that girl. Did you know her fighting style is officially called “The Sexual Martial Artist” ?

Larry Gordon: I did not know that, no…

Maya knees Mikey in the gut and grabs him, taking both of them down and through the table! Bubba J is up and in the ring now with Vincent Black and Simon Kalis. Kalis backs himself up into a corner turnbuckle, shaking his head and holding his hands up as Black and Bubba approach. Masakazu is up and stalks around the ring, sliding in quietly behind them.

Larry Gordon: Annnnd I think this is the first time the real competitors of this match have been in the ring together tonight.

Linzi Martin: Yeah it only took about twenty five minutes.

Masakazu grabs Bubba J from behind, falling face buster!!! Black spins around, and Simon slides over to him and gives him a low blow for his troubles. Simon up, reverse DDT! The Order of Chaos pins Hardcore Entertainment all at once!

1! 1!

2! 2!

TH- TH- KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Black launches Simon away, Bubba throws Masakazu off. The Order rebounds themselves into the same corner much as Hardcore Entertainment does the same. Simon points to Bubba, as Masakazu points to Vincent Black. The crowd is on their feet, screaming, pounding the rafters.

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

Mikey Massacre seems ready now to get into the ring but Maya has her whip again, and she lassos Mikey with it by the neck and pulls him off the apron, releasing him from the grip and cracking her whip and shaking her head.

Linzi Martin: It’s now truly The Order of Chaos versus Hardcore Entertainment. Both teams have a secret weapon, but they’ve neutralized each other. Simon rushes Bubba J and an all out brawl ensues between the two bald men of the match. Masakazu carefully circles around, wiping the blood off his face as he tries to size up Vincent Black. But Black towers over Masakazu, as you’d well imagine he would. Masakazu taps his steel plated shins and moves in. He goes for a forward thrust kick but Vincent grabs his leg and grabs hold of the steel plate and rips it off. Masakazu spins around and Vincent clocks him across the face with the steel plating, sending Masakazu to the canvas. Vincent brings it up and cracks it down on Masakazu again, and again, and again, absolutely relentless. Bubba J throws Simon into the corner turnbuckle and Simon slides down, his head resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Bubba puts his boot to Simons throat, pushing down and choking him before starting to stomp down over and over on Simon’s face. Vincent lifts Masakazu’s limp body up and slams him against the canvas with a high angle spine buster that shakes the whole ring.

Larry Gordon: Hardcore Entertainment taking complete control of this match now folks.

Linzi Martin: Yeah it’s not looking good for the boss man or goober boss man.

Black lifts Masakazu back up, and lays him down with ANOTHER high angle spine buster. Maya bites her teeth from ringside as she watches, while Mikey just watches and waits for his moment.

Larry Gordon: Goober boss man? What is this, Victory?

Bubba lifts Simon Kalis up into the corner and begins knocking him with haymaker punches, back and forth, left and right. Simon spits in Bubba J’s face and cracks him across the face, still wearing his brass knuckles, it does extra damage. Simon points to Maya and she springs into action, but Mikey is right there to stop her, grabbing her off the apron. Maya is now on Mikey’s shoulders, as he tries to hold onto her, she’s wailing on his head with lefts and rights. Vincent Black meanwhile, with everyone distracted, picks Masakazu up one more time…

THE NEW HOPE!

Black covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! NO! SIMON JUMPS ONTO BLACK AND BREAKS THE COUNT!

Bubba grabs Simon off of Black and spins him around, kick to the gut! Simon steps back, Simon rakes Bubba J in the eyes, TEARS OF REDEMPTION!!! Simon quickly covers!

1!

Maya gets dropped on her face by Mikey Massacre into the steel steps, and now she finds herself bleeding.

2!!

Black is up!

3!!!

NO!!! VINCENT BLACK BREAKS THE COUNT!

Larry Gordon: This is NOT good for my heart. Dear Lord.

Linzi Martin: This arena is so loud right now with anticipation, this match has been so brutal and so back and forth, I can’t hear myself think Larry.

Masakazu is now up, and by the looks of things the match has devolved into everyone going for the big reward moves as he grabs Vincent Black and spins him to face toward him. The 6’1 Masa looks up at the 6’11 Vincent and grapples, bringing his knees up into Black’s gut, then chest, then Masakazu pushes himself up and brings both knees into Vincent Blacks face, FROM JAPAN WITH LOVE! Bubba is still down! Simon collapses into the corner, Masakazu covers!

1!

Mikey hops up onto the ring apron.

2!!

Simon rushes at Mikey and tackles him through the ropes and to the outside!

3!!!

NO! BAH GAWD NO VINCENT BLACK FUCKING KICKED OUT!

HE KICKED OUT!

Masakazu rolls off of Vincent and wipes the blood from his hair and face and looks at the referee, who confirms it was only a two count. Mikey Massacre kicks Simon away from him, and Simon obliges as he goes to check on Maya. But Bubba J is up in the ring with Masakazu who is weary and exhausted, Masakazu turns around and BANG! TRAILER PARK TRASH!!!!! This time it connects!

Bubba covers!

1!

Mikey Massacre spears Simon Kalis to the ground to stop him from interrupting.

2!!

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

THRRRRR- NO! MAYA PULLS THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!

Linzi Martin: She JUST saved the Order’s world tour!

Kalis, groggy and dazed gets to his feet and goes under the ring. He pulls out a new table and slides it into the ring. The referee throws Maya out from ringside as she argues with him, he demands she leave the ringside area at once. Simon nods to her and she begrudgingly leaves, but not before cracking her whip one more time right against Mikey Massacre’s face, leaving him now bloodied from the lashing. She runs up the ramp laughing and blowing kisses to the fans.

Larry Gordon: Well this is odd. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a referee throw someone out from ringside before.

Linzi Martin: This is a big AoWF sanctioned title match after all, Larry. It goes beyond the usual rules of REBEL Pro.

Larry Gordon: Or lack thereof.

Simon sets the table up as Masakazu gets to his feet, but now Mikey Massacre is up on the ring apron. Mikey grabs Masakazu from behind, and twists him about until he hit’s a northern lights suplex on Masakazu from the ring, to the outside and THROUGH the announcers table!!!

Larry Gordon: JEEZ! Right in our laps!

Linzi Martin: Oh my god I think I broke a fucking nail. God damn it Mikey, you ass.

Simon looks around now as Bubba and Vincent surround him and corner him. Simon simply nods with acceptance but rushes Bubba J to no avail as Vincent grabs him, KEG TAP!!! Simon is obliterated, and now Bubba picks Simon up and puts him onto the table, climbing up with him. Vincent Black heads to the top rope as Mikey picks Masakazu up and throws him into the ring.

Larry Gordon: Oh lord. Hardcore Entertainment is going for the Skull Caver. This could be it.

Linzi Martin: Yeah but what the hell is Mikey doing?

Bubba sets Simon up for the piledriver through the table as Vincent sets himself up onto the top turnbuckle to drive Kalis through. But at the last second Mikey picks Masakazu up but Masakazu bites Massacre in the face! What the…? Masakazu throws himself onto the table and throws Bubba J off balance, causing both Bubba and Simon to spill out onto the canvas in a pile JUST as Vincent Black comes down. Masakazu keeps sliding right off the table, and Black goes right through it!

Larry Gordon: Ohhhhh!!!!!!

Bubba J is up and he’s exactly what you’d think he is, pissed. Mikey apologizes to Bubba J and then points behind him, Masakazu spins Bubba J around and spins him around… MASA DRIVER!!!! MASA DRIVER!!!! Simon Kalis gets to his feet, wobbly and then collapses right back down. But he lands near Vincent, not on him, but Simon holds onto Vincent’s legs. Masakazu covers Bubba J, and throws his feet up onto the middle ropes for extra leverage!

1!

Mikey Massacre’s eyes widen as he looks on, Black trying to hit Simon away but Simon holding onto him for dear life.

2!!

Mikey bails! Mikey bails! He’s making a run for it up the entrance ramp!

3!!!

Linzi Martin: IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

DING DING DING

Masakazu rolls off of Bubba J as Maya comes running down to the ring.

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match, and still AoWF Tag Team Champions… and NEW REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions… Simon and Masakazu Kalis… THE ORDER OF CHAOS!!!!

Maya pulls Simon and Mas out of the ring and both men collapse to the ground, she runs around and grabs the AoWF, PWA and REBEL Pro tag team titles and throws them over them as they all help each other to their feet. Bubba sits up and Vincent Black helps him to his feet, and they both stagger a moment before using the ropes to hold onto. Kalis and Mas offer them an Order style salute and nod in their direction out of respect.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think these two teams will be the same after this match. What a contest. This was so incredibly close, right down to the wire.

Linzi Martin: And you can’t help but feel if it wasn’t for Mikey Massacre, Hardcore Entertainment would be the ones with all that gold.

Larry Gordon: Yes. Mikey Massacre is in for it.

The Order disappears into the back as Hardcore Entertainment now make their leave, the ring crews running in now to clean up the carnage and mess left behind.

Linzi Martin: Wait a minute I’m getting word Aggression isn’t over yet… Oh, oh my.

Larry Gordon: That’s my line, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: No, seriously. It’s-

*****Clash of Titans*****

As the ring crew removes debris from inside the ring to either side of it, “Knights of Cydonia” hits the P.A., and immediately the crowd reacts. An unscheduled appearance by all accounts, its only a moment before Jamie Flynn appears from backstage.

Decked out in an all-black Armani suit and wearing his trademark aviator sunglasses. He pounds his chest and then points to he crowd, eliciting another large pop as he make his way down to the ring.

He enters between the top and middle ropes, and proceeds to grab a mic. He waits until the crowd simmers down, and then speaks.

Jamie Flynn: “You know, I don’t make a habit of any in-ring spectacle that doesn’t involve a sanctioned match. From bell to bell you get my fucking best, every single time. Anything beyond that?”

Instead of rhetorically answering the question, he simply smiles and shrugs.

Jamie Flynn: “Well, I’m changing my approach slightly. After all, what good is victory without progress? I’m not so dead set in my ways I can’t mix things up from time to time.”

A pause, and he finally removes his sunglasses.

Jamie Flynn: “Shall we, then?”

He smiles widely as the crowd responds with cheers.

Jamie Flynn: “For the past few months since joining up here in Rebel, I’ve trudged through the ranks of depravity littering your roster. With no shortage of vigor or firepower, I’ve demonstrated point blank where your humble competitors are sorely lacking. Clawing over each other at the bottom, while at least one of them a month rises to the top of the scrap heap and gets his shot.”

He stops completely.

Jamie Flynn: “And then down he goes…”

He makes a downward motion with his finger and shakes his head.

Jamie Flynn: ”This pitiful display has gone on all year unanswered. Men and women from other companies swooping in and pillaging what they will. Your world champion barely ever even bothers to grace you all with her presence.. Just pokes her head in from time to time to keep the tails tucked between your legs, her authority here is so absolute.”

Another pause.

Jamie Flynn: “Or is it?”

He turns his head slightly and cocks an eyebrow with a curious expression.

Jamie Flynn: “At some point during her last contractually-obligated appearance, she
proclaimed the entirety of this roster roams the halls in fear of speaking her name, lest she catch wind of the transgression and make them feel the full brunt of her wrath. To a point, she’s right. Your current number-one contender has vehemently denied his desire to take her on right now, with clearly ‘more important’ matters on his mind. But there’s one name that’s never been afraid to speak up in protest. One voice, carried with much more credibility and passion than any other, which has been neither shy nor timid with speaking out against her reign.”

A wide grin emerges on his face, and he motions a slight shrug as the crowd reacts to his insinuations.

Jamie Flynn: “But, to this point and in all fairness, that voice has yet to issue a real, tangible challenge. It’s one thing to criticize, it’s another to step right up to the plate and take a swing. I’ve been content to allow the rabble to claw over each other and take their shots. Now, my patience is worn thin. I’m done playing second-fiddle to competitors who refuse to rise up to a real challenge.”

His smile has vanished, and his tone become much more striking.

Jamie Flynn: “So here I am, Lisa.”

He moves to the side of the ring facing the backstage area, and appears to be speaking in that direction.

Jamie Flynn: “The sacred ring I’m standing in here at Rebel Pro is crying out for something meaningful. These great fans deserve it, but more than that. You owe it to yourself, if your current reign over everyone and everything is worth its weight in gold, to step up against me. Not because you have anything to prove, but because I’m the only one willing to face you on the level you deserve.”

He elaborately bows toward the backstage area.

Jamie Flynn: “See you soon.”

He drops the mic and immediately rolls out of the ring, “Knights of Cydonia” crankng back up over the airwaves to signal his departure, with one last shot of Jamie Flynn walking away from the ring, which itself is covered in blood.

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Hostile defeats Jaice Wilds
Matt Stone defeats Mikey Massacre
The Order of Chaos defeats Hardcore Entertainment to become new REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions

*****The Gold Edition*****

Shawn West is walking through the halls of the arena here in San Jose, talking on his cell phone.

SHAWN: “Jeremy, when I get to the office, you and Rupert better be there. This late in traffic bullshit won’t fly. Kalis has a list of things we have to get done, so stop fucking around and get here.”

Shawn gets to the office door and opens it just in time to be booted in the head. He falls backwards, and his head slams on the concrete floor, and hard. He is out cold, moaning a little bit as he is dragged into the office. The camera never sees who the assailant is, as the camera fades to the intro.

*****Greetings From Snowy Skyrim!*****

Marvin Humperdink carefully knocks on the office door, which reads “Simon Kalis”. He is a bit surprised to see Kalis is even in the building tonight, and is filled with trepidation as he opens the door.

Marvin Humperdink: …Sir? Are you here?

Loud music can be heard, but not rap. Or rock. It’s more… Orchestral. There’s clashing. Screaming, heavy breathing. Marvin has no idea what to do. Does he run!? Does he enter?!

Simon Kalis: OH MY GOD!

Masakazu: DUDE! NO!

Marvin Humperdink rushes into the room with a brave face to see what’s happening, to find both father and son sitting in front of a giant flat screen television. Marvin stops to watch as Masakazu holds his head, Simon is standing on the couch as he battles a dragon on a snowy mountain top and everyone lets out a collective sigh.

Marvin Humperdink: Mr. Kalis! You’re here to run the show tonight???

Kalis falls back into the couch as he pulls off an execution finisher on the dragon.

Simon Kalis: GET THE FUCK OUT!

Humperdink trips over himself as he falls out of the office, closing the door behind him and we fade to ringside as the pyros finish going off…

*****The Black & Gold Edition*****

As the pyro from the wicked awesome REBEL show intro dies down, “Born This Way” by Lady Gaga blares over the loudspeaker, as gold and red pyro fires from the stage and REBELtron.

LARRY GORDON: Well, what a surprise here! I wonder what Mr. Gold has to say.

LINZI MARTIN: I couldn’t care less.

Instead of coming to the ring, the REBELtron kicks in, showing Jeremy Gold. He looks unbelievably scared, as he holds a piece of paper in front of him. In the background, we can see Rupert the Kangaroo, tied up with duct tape over his mouth.

JEREMY GOLD: L-l-look, man, let Rupert go. I’ll do what yuh-yuh-you asked me to, it’s O-O…uh, fine.

Gold flinches, and yelps.

JEREMY GOLD: OK OK OK! Hey, uh, REBEL. It seems that General Manager Shawn West is sick or missing or dead because this psycho- OK, OK! I’m acting General manager tonight. So, uhm…. look, I can’t be-

A huge hand covers Jeremy Gold’s face, and pushes him away. Out from behind the camera comes a rather tall man, and the camera is aimed at his chest, as the camera pans up, we see……

Vincent Black. The crowd pops BIG!

LARRY GORDON: Oh, Vincent, what have you done now?
LINZA MARTIN: Made a Jeremy Gold promo worth watching!

Vincent clears his throat, and begins to speak.

VINCENT BLACK: Oh, hi, REBEL fans. I’ve been reading a lot and hearing a lot of complaints about REBEL shows as of late, so I’ve decided to, well, punt Shawn West in the head, send him to the hospital, and force Jeremy Gold to sign a bunch of stipulations into tonight’s matches.

The crowd cheers loudly, but Larry Gordon doesn’t seem amused.

LARRY GORDON: Damnit, Vince! He’s gonna give me another heart attack…

VINCENT BLACK: To make it fair to those involved in tonight’s event, I pulled Jenny jersey aside, gave her some choices of match stipulations, and then told her she could choose what match had what stipulation. To say the least, I was surprised with the outcome. I think Ms. Jersey has made, quite possibly, one of the most entertaining cards to date. REBEL fans, thank Ms. Jersey.

On cue, the fans begin to chant “THANK YOU JENNY CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP”, and Jenny Jersey smiles and blushes.

VINCENT BLACK: So, after Mr. Gold down there graciously signed the contracts, we have what I call “REBEL Aggression: The BLACK AND GOLD EDITION!” And, for this special occasion, I’ve had a limited number of Black and Gold REBEL PRO Jerseys- as a token of my thanks to Ms. Jersey- made up for sale in our merch area. I’m not going to spoil the surprises, so REBEL Pro, have a fucking good time!

The fans cheer wildly.

LINZI MARTIN: Jesus, I think I love that man. I wonder what kind of hardcore, violent bullshit he’s pulled for us tonight?

LARRY GORDON: I think I’ll have to talk to Simon a little later…

*****Taboo versus Jimmy Henderson*****

DING DING

Taboo immediately charges at Henderson but being very agile, he is able to dodge out of the way. Taboo unsuccessfully tries a few single and double-leg takedowns to no avail. Henderson dodges another and then quickly hits a dropkick. Taboo gets to his feet angrily and charges at Henderson. Henderson tries to squirm out of the way but Taboo grabs him and throws him into the corner. Fist! Fist! Fist! Irish whip corner to corner. Henderson bounces off. Taboo runs in with a big clothesline! He grabs Henderson like a rag doll and throws him to the outside!

LARRY GORDON: Taboo desperately wants a match with Hostile! And I don’t blame him, Hostile attacked him without provocation just because he wanted to! But Taboo should not be getting the police called on REBEL—we don’t need it!

LINZI MARTIN: I agree with you. Taboo is taking his frustrations out on Jimmy Henderson!

Just as Henderson gets to his feet, Taboo whips him into and over the guard rail. Then climbs over! Security moves fans out of their seats as Taboo kicks chairs out of his way. Taboo picks up Henderson. POWER BOMB! NO! NO! Henderson reverses into a hurricanrana onto a CHAIR!

LARRY GORDON: The much smaller, more agile competitor showing his stuff!

Taboo grabs his lower back as Henderson goes to work on with a closed steel chair. Henderson picks Taboo up and whips him into the guard rail. Taboo’s back hits it hard. Henderson jumps up onto a steel chair and spinning heel kicks Taboo OVER THE GUARD RAIL! NO! NO! Taboo reverses into an EXPLODER SUPLEX OVER THE GUARD RAIL!

LINZI MARTIN: If it weren’t for Taboo’s problematic back, he could pin Henderson right now!

Taboo falls to the ground holding his back as Henderson tries to get to his feet, the wind completely knocked out of him. Just as he is getting his mojo back, Taboo nails him with a CHAIR HUCK. He yells at the top of his lungs “HOSTILE!!!!!!!” like something out of the Superman and Doomsday saga. He picks Henderson up and whips him into the steel stairs! Henderson flies through them and into chairs at ringside. One of which he grabs… CHAIR HUCK TO TABOO! Taboo falls to the ground. Henderson climbs up the turnbuckle. Just as Taboo stands… MISSILE DROPKICK! Taboo falls down. Henderson climbs up onto the guard rail. Just as Taboo stands… FLYING HEADSCISSORS! Taboo gets up just in time to eat a SUPERKICK!

LARRY GORDON: WHAT A COMBO! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Henderson jumps up onto the ring apron then nails Taboo with a knee drop! He goes back up onto the turnbuckle! He waits for Taboo to stir, then to stand… MOBILE BAY FLIP! BUT TABOO CATCHES HIM! TOMBSTONE—NO! NO! Henderson REVERSES INTO ANOTHER HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN! Taboo flips onto his back. Henderson with a dropkick to the back of Taboo’s head! His head snaps forward! COVER!

LINZI MARTIN: His head snapped! That was vicious!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Henderson is going back up top. Another MOBILE BAY FLIP! This time Taboo moves out of the way! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT BY HENDERSON!

Taboo lets Henderson get to his feet… LARRRIIIAAATTTTTOOOOO!!!!!

LARRY GORDON: Many men have seen their careers end with the strongest lariat in the business!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Taboo grabs a steel chair. He places it on Henderson’s chest. He climbs up onto the ring apron. BOULDER BOMB ONTO THE CHAIR! NO! Henderson gets his knees up! TABOO ROLLS AROUND, CLUTCHING HIS CHEST AND ABDOMEN! Henderson with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!
Henderson stands and grabs the steel chair. Taboo slowly gets to his feet. Henderson swings the chair. Taboo ducks it! Hooks Henderson… BIG BANG THEORY ON THE OUTSIDE ONTO THE DROPPED CHAIR!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… “THE BOULDER FROM BOULDER,” “THE SUPLEX AUTOMATON,”… TABOOOOOOOO!

Taboo ignores the referee raising his arm and looks into the camera.

TABOO: I WANT HOSTILE! GIVE ME HOSTILE! Until I get Hostile in the ring, I will show NO MERCY!

Taboo nails a rising Henderson with a Taboo press then headbutts him into oblivion. He returns to the camera.

TABOO: HOSSSTTTIIIILLLLEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

LINZI MARTIN: Well, the man doesn’t speak in code, that’s for sure!

Larry Gordon: And it looks like he’s about to get his wish!

Hostile leaps out from amongst the fans in the crowd and spears Taboo to the ground and begins wailing on him with lefts and rights. Taboo elbows Hostile in the face, sending Hostile off of him. Taboo grabs the chair, SMASH! Right across Hostile’s face. Snap suplex right over the chair AND Jimmy Henderson! Taboo is on fire! Taboo however gets taken down by Hostile again, this time Hostile using a northern lights suplex.

Linzi Martin: This is madness!

Larry Gordon: I hope they don’t get arrested again.

Hostile quickly climbs up onto the ring apron, then the top turnbuckle… NEW JERSEY HEADSHOT ON TABOO! The crowd is going nuts! Hostile just smirks, and nods as he points in Taboo’s direction while backing away up the entrance ramp.

Larry Gordon: We need to get this sorted out folks. Damn.

Linzi Martin: This battle is heating up quick!

*****ON STRIKE!*****

Outside of the arena, we find Case Filed Rockets along with Hugh Aredone holding up picket signs and they seem to be protesting.

Justin Case: We’ve had enough.

Rocky Logan: Enough of the shenanigans.

Justin Case: Enough of the bullshit!

Hugh Aredone: We want Larry Gordon back in charge!

The audience inside the building has quite a few mixed reactions. From cheers, to boos, to laughter. Case shakes his head and scoffs.

Justin Case: We will be heard. We will get change.

Rocky Logan: This is Occupy REBEL Pro!

*****Like A Virgin- The First Time Ever!*****

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Title on his left shoulder, the Number One Contender Trophy in his right hand.

“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina, REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champion, the winner of the 2011 Mystery Tournament and your NEEEEWWWW holder of the reinstated Number One Contender Trophy.. “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. He holds the Trophy up high as the fans roar his name and the music continues to blare.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

Half of the crowd chants NEW WORLD CHAMP NEW WORLD CHAMP NEW WORLD CHAMP while the other half chants LI-SA SEL-DON CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP LI-SA SEL-DON CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP.

Jenny Jersey hands Bubba the microphone and he brings it to his lips as the volume of his entrance music lowers until it is gone.

BUBBA J: Thank you all, thank you all, I have conquered the man-sized pussy, known as Justin Case, and am once again Number One Contender to the greatest title in this sport!

MEGAPOP!

BUBBA J: Now, there’s been a lot of Tweeting and gossip on the news sites about what the Ragin Redneck’s intentions are. About what I am about to say here tonight at Aggression.

Bubba J looks down at his Trophy and smiles.

BUBBA J: Well—

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins cues up and the fans rain down boos as Mikey Massacre emerges from the curtain. He looks out at the crowd from behind his trademark aviators and scratches his wild hair and untamed beard. He frowns at the fans as he makes his way to the ring. Bubba J looks pissed and stares Mikey down as he climbs into the ring. Bubba puts his title belt and trophy down. He walks up to Mikey and bumps chests with him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hold on there, Bubba, before you start getting all hillbilly on me and throwing punches, listen to what I have to say.

Bubba stares at him as Mikey backs away.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The fact of the matter is, just as these fans are chanting, I lost last week at Hell O Ween. Lisa Seldon pinned me. It wasn’t controversial. She hit me with a series of kicks that knocked out a few of my last remaining good teeth. She represents the worst of professional wrestling and what REBEL Pro has become. But… she won. At Hell O Ween, she was the better professional wrestler, whatever the fuck that means thesedays.

Some cheers, but people very skeptical.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So I’m out here to say, Bubba, that I wish you the best of luck. I sincerely hope you have what it takes to defeat her. If it can’t be me, then I honestly don’t really give a shit who it is, so, please, be my guest. Go ahead and challenge Seldon for the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight title.

Bubba raises his mic. to speak but Mikey interrupts him, looking out at the fans—

MIKEY MASSACRE: But just remember one thing, everyone here tonight, and everyone watching at home, as you eat your fried chicken and rub the grease on your wifebeater shirts that expose the gluttonous path your disgusting life has taken… Even if Bubba J wins… You all still lose.

He turns to Bubba.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You hillbilly fuck. You inbred piece of shit. Like I said when I first came back to this company as a wrestler, you and Vinny Black did jack shit as Lisa Seldon and Simon Kalis and the rest of the AOWF fucks came into this company and shat all over it, destroying what had once been the greatest independent wrestling promotion in the world. Wow, we’re selling out Madison Square Garden—WHO GIVES A FUCK? We have no soul! Every one of those assholes in the back does nothing except try to one-up the other. “Oh, you’re using barbed wire to rip out your opponent’s eyeballs? I better do something bigger and better—why don’t I just challenge my opponent to a fucking GUN ON A POLE MATCH!” And you, Bubba, you just sat around, loving every second of it. Taking years off of your opponents’ life, encouraging those young kids in the back to do the same. Dammit, Bubba, what happened to the Nick Everhardts? To the Derrick Steeles? To all the other technical geniuses that used to comprise this company?

Mikey looks around.

MIKEY MASSACRE: SEE? SEE? No one even knows who they are anymore! This place… is RUINED! YOU JUST SAT THERE AND LET IT ALL HAPPEN! So go ahead and challenge Lisa Seldon, go ahead and do it, but the difference between Seldon and Bubba is the same difference as between a goatshit sandwich and a llamashit sandwich. Look different. Taste different. But at the end of the day, this company still has shit on its breath.

BUBBA J: Jaice Wilds. Jamie Flynn. Lisa Seldon. All three of them can put the competition through barbed wire tables, but they could also out-wrestle the best technical wrestlers Canada or Japan or Europe could throw at them. And they all happen to be wrestlers who have pinned you, not just with weapons… but with—

MIKEY MASSACRE: It’s not about me, Bubba. Don’t you see it? It’s about this industry! What this industry—and this company—has become!

BUBBA J: You want to know what this company has become? It has become what it was always intended to be. No DQ. No Countout. No Bullshit. REBEL Pro Wrestling. Just like Rick Garrett, that Mafia fuck, intended. Just like that bitch Rex Caliber and Kyle Roberts intended. Just like the men who used to be in that locker room intended who have since gone on—

MIKEY MASSACRE: They’re gone because this company BROKE THEM! Physically. Mentally. Financially. Spiritually.

BUBBA J: Oh shut the fuck up you rambling prick. All of those men and women made decisions whether or not to compete here. And where I come from, that is called liberty. We put our bodies on the line for the same reason NFL linebackers and running backs do it. The same reason mixed martial artists get in the octagon. For the competition. Because we are humans who were born to FIGHT!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s just it—you’re a FIGHTER! Not a WRESTLER!

BUBBA J: I’m the first person to admit that. What, are you new, Mikey? I’m here to FIGHT. And whether it is wrestling or fighting, or sports entertainment, or whatever you want to call it, I am the best in the world at it! And if you don’t get out of my gawd damn face, I’m gonna prove it to you right now!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not so fast, Bubba. Let me ask you something. You say you’re the best in the world, why don’t we put together a little challenge. Yeah, I like it! What about a Pure Honor match between you and I? Mikey Massacre and Bubba J, the two greatest REBEL Icons of all time, have never wrestled one-on-one before. What if they do it in a Pure Honor match?

The fans pop—

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not tonight, you idiots! At the Pay Per View, so this fat shit has time to get in shape for a Pure Honor match!

Bubba J gets in his face.

BUBBA J: Why the fuck would we wrestle in a Pussy Honor match? This is REBEL FUCKING PRO WRESTLING! If Mikey Massacre and Bubba J are going to go one-on-one for the first time ever, I want every fucking weapon imaginable in that ring… and I want those all pussy holds barred! A PURE HARDCORE MATCH!

MIKEY MASSACRE: PURE HONOR!

BUBBA J: PURE HARDCORE!

MIKEY MASSACRE: PURE HONOR!

BUBBA J: PURE HARDCORE!

Mikey Massacre: Pure Honor!

Bubba J: Pure Hardcore!

“Walk on Water” by Ozzy Osbourne cues up and Simon Kalis emerges.

SIMON KALIS: Hasn’t this segment gone on long enough? I’ll tell you two what. I was prepared for Bubba to cash in his Trophy for a shot at Lisa Seldon, but if Bubba J and Mikey Massacre want to face each other for the first time ever, I’m all for it! But it won’t be under Pure Honor or Pure Hardcore, because I am damn proud of this company and the fact that its matches are somewhere between those two poles! This company has the best wrestling, whether its technical or superviolence, in the AoWF today! At the PPV, it’ll be Bubba J and Mikey Massacre for the First Time Ever! Mikey, if you want the match to take place in the ring, you better prevent Bubba J from going outside. Bubba J, if you want the match to be in your style, you’ll have to get Mikey out of the ring! Now, you two, get out of my ring so we can get back to the actual wrestling or fighting or whatever you two are arguing about!

Mikey and Bubba stare each other down.

Bubba J: Hey Mikey!

TRAILER PARK TRASH to Mikey!

BUBBA J: That’s for interrupting me, you sumbitch! Don’t let it happen again.

Bubba’s music cues up as the fans pop and cheer his name. He gathers his title and trophy, glares at Mikey lying still, and leaves the ring.

*****Jamie Flynn versus Jaice Wilds*****

Jenny Jersey: As per Vincent Black’s rules tonight, the following match can only be won by SUBMISSION!

Larry Gordon: Oh boy.

“Animal” by Nickelback hits and Jaice Wilds heads to the ring with speed and finesse, just like his acrobatic style would make him tuned to. He stretches and waits as “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse hits and out steps Jamie Flynn.

Larry Gordon: Flynn has been on fire ever since returning the ring, right here in REBEL Pro. It has to make you wonder if anyone can beat him.

Linzi Martin: His showdown with Lisa is imminent really, but Bubba has dibs on what’s what.

Flynn enters the ring and the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Flynn strikes at Jaice to start things off. Flynn with a spinning elbow, catches Jaice off guard, before following through with a knee strike that catches Jaice in the chin since he is much shorter than Jamie. Jaice goes for a spinning heel kick, Flynn catches him and throws him away on one foot. But Jaice is agile and catches himself before spring boarding himself off the ropes and hitting a lariat on Flynn, taking both men down. Jaice up, quick leg drop over Jamie Flynn. Jaice is back up again, definitely trying to use his speed and agility over the undefeated Jamie Flynn. Jaice with a springboard back elbow as Flynn gets to his feet, but Flynn side steps the attack and Jaice almost falls to the canvas but he catches himself, only for Flynn to use another elbow strike in quick succession with a high knee strike to follow it up. It nearly takes Jaice’s head off his neck as he hit’s the canvas.

Larry Gordon: An impressive style that.

Linzi Martin: You don’t even know what it is, Larry you sly dog.

Larry Gordon: Sure I do. It’s Tony Jaa.

Linzi Martin: Eh. Close enough.

Flynn lifts Jaice up by his neck, but Jaice thrusts his shoulders into Flynn’s ribs and then flips himself forward, sliding down and placing his hands on the canvas. Jaice wraps his legs around Flynn’s neck, flips himself up and then spins as he pulls off a ground hurricanrana type move that astonishes the crowd, and Flynn for that matter. Flynn rolls with it and Jaice follows it up with a springboard super kick. The cameras flash! Jamie Flynn finally hit’s the canvas again and Jaice is taking the high risk, heading up top. Jaice flies off with a corkscrew shooting star press!!!! BUT RIGHT INTO THE RAISED KNEES FROM FLYNN! Jaice bounces off him, clutching his sides and immediately Flynn looks to wrap this up crossface chickenwing on Jaice!

Linzi Martin: Flynn could win it already! Jaice is in a bad spot!

Larry Gordon: The kid has tons of hearts. And I know people keep asking why he gets the toughest opponents.

Linzi Martin: Cause they need krill?

Larry Gordon: No! Cause Simon and I believe this kid has the potential to be something very special in this business and in REBEL Pro. He’s the future, Linzi.

We see Jaice trying not to pass out as he struggles to get free.

Linzi Martin: Well just like Europe’s economy, the future looks shit right now.

Jaice manages to get free, but is it because he got free or Flynn let go? Or a combo of both? Either way, Flynn gets to his feet now and the veteran doesn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat as Wilds crawls to the opposite side of the ring.

Linzi Martin: Come on! KILL HIM!

Larry Gordon: You’re mighty blood thirsty.

Linzi Martin: It’s the time of the month and I’m not gonna be the only person bleeding out here tonight! COME ON!

Larry Gordon: Dear Lord.

Flynn gets right up behind Jaice as Jaice gets to his feet and grapples him but Jaice throws his feet on the bottom rope and sends them both flying back on top of each other. Jaice Wilds quickly puts Flynn into the evil Indian death lock! Flynn is now the one writhing in pain as he calculates a means of escaping this very precarious situation he now finds himself in. Jaice Wilds yells out for him to tap out and give up but Flynn flat out refuses, shaking his head no. Jaice wilds keeps applying pressure and you have to think Flynn’s legs will be suffering after this.

Linzi Martin: No way! Oh man I’m gonna lose so much money if Flynn taps out right now!

Larry Gordon: Wait you have money on this match?!

Linzi Martin: Like, every match. D’uh. Good way to double, even triple your salary.

Flynn reaches for Jaice but Jaice swats his arms away.

Larry Gordon: Pretty sure that could be illegal.

Jaice holds onto the ropes, using them for leverage to add more pressure but this is his downfall as Flynn times that moment right to get one leg free and kick Jaice hard in the face. Jamie Flynn pulls himself to his feet as Jaice untangles himself out of the mess of the ropes.

Larry Gordon: Jaice has really held his own here versus Flynn.

Flynn grapples Jaice as he gets to his feet lays Wilds out with a fishermans buster. Flynn moves to capitalize, and locks in High-arched Boston crab, the Mercy Killing!

Linzi Martin: Nice work there Larry. You jinxed him.

Jaice Wilds is in agonizing pain. Flynn aches in his own knees and legs too after that death lock but finds the strength to pull back and force Jaice to tap out.

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match… JAMIE FLYNN!

Linzi Martin: Dolla, dolla bill ya’ll!

Larry Gordon: Oh lord.

Flynn has his hands raised as “Knights of Cydonia” hits once more and he exit’s the ring. Jaice holds his head as he stares up at the arena ceiling.

Larry Gordon: Poor kid. He fought real hard though.

The arena here in San Jose gives Jaice a standing ovation which he appreciates as he waves to them, heading off.

Linzi Martin: CREAM!

*****Occupy REBEL*****

We fade back into the office of Simon Kalis. He sits with Masakazu, both of them scratching their chins.

Simon Kalis: I’m telling you, it’s somewhere in these ruins.

Masakazu: You’ve been looking for thirty minutes. The stupid dwemer mechanism thing is probably for a quest later on.

Simon Kalis: Fuck that! It’s in this room. Stupid Mzinichaleft or whatever it’s called.

Masakazu: God damn it.

Masa rips the Xbox controller out of his dads hand, and makes a beeline for the exit.

Simon Kalis: NOOOOO!!!!

Kalis tackles Masakazu to the ground and they begin fighting over the controller as Jeremy Gold barges into the room.

Jeremy Gold: Hey!!! HEY!!!

Mas and Simon look up.

Jeremy Gold: Have you been paying attention to ANYTHING going on tonight?

Kalis sits up and Masakazu rolls away, triumphant in his battle for the controller.

Simon Kalis: What? Didn’t you see me go out there and handle that shit with Bubba and Mikey? Or did some PWA dudes make you piss yourself again?

Jeremy Gold: NO! Vincent Black is running the show tonight!

Simon Kalis: What?

Jeremy Gold: And Case Filed Rockets are protesting! They want you fired!

Simon Kalis: …

Gold grabs the controller for the TV and flips it to what’s currently going on outside the arena because that’s a channel apparently. We see that some fans have joined CFR in their protest outside the arena.

Justin Case: Alright guys. Start it up!

Fans: WE WANT GORDON! NO MORE KALIS!

Rocky Logan: Yeah that’s it!

Fans: WE WANT GORDON! NO MORE KALIS!

Hugh Aredone: One more time!

Fans: WE WANT GORDON! NO MORE KALIS!

Simon grabs the remote and throws turns the channel back to his HD input for the Xbox.

Simon Kalis: I’m not worried. I’ve got a blood dragon to fight.

Jeremy Gold: A wha…

Masakazu: Yeah and we finally ran into Alduin. What a boss.

Simon Kalis: What I’m saying is get the fuck out.

Gold steps out and closes the door behind him, looking like a sad panda.

*****Vincent Black- FUCK YEAH!*****

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the speakers, and instantly red and yellow pyro goes off on the stage and REBELtron as Vincent Black steps out from backstage. He walks to the ring amongst huge cheers from the fans. He slaps a few hands around the outside of the ring, before stepping up onto the apron, and over the top rope.

LARRY GORDON: I wonder what he has to say now.

Vincent reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a microphone.

VINCENT BLACK: Hey, REBEL, how’s the night treating you?

A loud pop.

VINCENT BLACK: Are we having fun?

Again, a loud pop from the crowd.

VINCENT BLACK: Yep, thought so. And when’s the last time Shawn West did anything like tonight? When’s the last time Simon Kalis FUCK YEAH’d his way into an interesting Aggression card? That’s why I’m taking over as general manager of Aggression. That’s why I’ll be call-

LARRY GORDON: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Vincent.

Larry Gordon has stood up, and has a microphone in his hand.

LINZI MARTIN: Mr Gordon, please, Vincent is kind of a dick.

LARRY GORDON: I’ll be fine, dear.

Larry walks to the ring, and walks up the steel steps to the apron. Vincent pulls the middle rope and pushes the bottom rope down with his foot to allow Larry Gordon into the ring.

LARRY GORDON: Thank you, Vincent. It’s good to see you have some sort of respect.

VINCENT BLACK: No, I just didn’t want to wait nine thousand years for you to hobble your broken ass up here.

A wave of boos are thrown Vincent’s way, as are some laughs and cheers. Larry Gordon just shakes it off.

LARRY GORDON: The things some people say to their bosses. Either way, I have to give you credit, tonight’s Aggression has been entertaining. It’s been action packed. We’ve seen some intense wrestling tonight, that’s gone around the arena. We saw a surprising match of wits between two young stars, and only the good Lord himself knows what else you have in store for our fans.

The fans cheer Gordon’s praises.

LARRY GORDON: But the problem is, Vincent, you went about this the wrong way. You intentionally injured REBEL management, sending Mr. West to the hospital, and that comes out of mine and Kalis’s pockets. Then, you have PETA calling our corporate offices because you hog-tied a kangaroo. You force a man, against his will, to put stipulations into matches that our talent was not prepared for, and you disrepect myself and our fans.

Some of the crowd boo, while some cheer; it’s unclear who is cheering and booing for what.

VINCENT BLACK: When were you going to step up and show us what REBEL can really be? I just took the initiative, Mr. Gordon, while you sat behind the announce table, staring at Linzi’s cunt that drips whenever I walk out here.

Another mixed reaction from the crowd, a little heavier on the boos since the crowd respects Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: You watch your language, I will not have yo talk ill of that wonderful woman.

The crowd pops huge for this.

LINZI MARTIN: Thank you, Mr. Gordon!

Black shakes his head.

VINCENT BLACK: Look, maybe I’m being kind of harsh here, but the fact is, something needed to be done. Every now and then, REBEL needs to be shaken up every now and then. This was good for REBEL, Larry. Was it not?

Gordon stops to think over what Vincent just said, and he nods his head.

LARRY GORDON: Yeah, it was.

The crowd cheers big, as Vincent smiles.

LARRY GORDON: And the streetfight for the AOWF Tag Team Championsip and REBEL World Tag Team Championship between hardcore Entertainment and the Order ofChaos will be good for REBEL, too.

The crowd EXPLODES as Vincent’s jaw drops.

LARRY GORDON: Somebody had to step in and do something, Vince.

He drops the microphone, and gingerly gets out of the ring. Vincent smiles a little.

VINCENT BLACK: Huh. Well, looks like the old man finally found his balls again.

“Carbomb” hits again, and Black steps over the top rope as we fade to commercial.

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*****Hostile versus Virgil Keenan*****

LINZI MARTIN: Virgil and Hostile are about to get it on!

LARRY GORDON: Hostile and Virgil Keenan are both former Aggression champs with eyes on more REBEL gold!

LINZI MARTIN: Hostile had some interesting comments to make regarding—

LARRY GORDON: Hostile has a comment about everything.

Virgil and Hostile circle each other…

DING DING

Virgil immediately kicks Hostile in the gut. Punch. He sends him off of the ropes. Hostile reverses. Hostile puts a foot up but Virgil catches it and trips out his other foot. He drops an elbow on the inner knee but Hostile rolls out of the way and drops an elbow of his own, Virgil avoids it. Virgil with a second elbow drop attempt, Hostile moves out of the way. Hostile with a second attempt and he catches Virgil. Back to his feet, another elbow drop! A third. Virgil lifts his head but Hostile runs off of the ropes and nails him with a clothesline. Hostile picks Virgil up and throws his head into the turnbuckle. A second time. A third time. He tries to get Virgil up for the Burning Hammer but Keenan immediately begins elbowing him! Hostile staggers away. But charges forward with a clothesline, Virgil back body drops him—he lands on the corner of the apron! Hostile with another clothesline, ducked by Virgil. Virgil with a big enzuigiri kick that sends Hostile tumbling to the outside! Hostile slowly gets to his feet… Virgil with a huge spear through the ropes! He lands atop Hostile and rains down punches!

LARRY GORDON: Could one of these two eventually be a REBEL world champ?

LINZI MARTIN: I don’t doubt it, boss.

Virgil gets off of Hostile. Hostile crawls back towards the guard rail. Virgil runs forward. Flying knee into Hostile’s face—NO! Hostile moves out of the way! Keenan holds his knee in agony as Hostile gets to his feet. He runs at Keenan… GREETINGS FROM NEW JERSEY! NO! NO! Keenan moved out of the way and Hostile’s boot hit the guard rail! Both men rolling around on the ground. Keenan gets to his feet first. He nails Hostile with a flying knee!

LINZI MARTIN: Finally gets to use his knee!

LARRY GORDON: A man who pays his debts!

Virgil takes Hostile’s body and lays it on the ground. He climbs up the turnbuckle. NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT!

LINZI MARTIN: Keenan with the win—

NO! NO! NO! Hostile MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Virgil is knocked out cold as Hostile struggles to get to his feet. He grabs Virgil, hoists him up… BURNING HAMMER! NO! Virgil squirms out and lands in front of him. But Hostile grabs him with a full nelson… STO ON THE CEMENT! Hostile reaches under the ring. And he grabs a table! He sets it up. He hoists Keenan up. BURNING HAMMER THROUGH THE TABLE!

LARRY GORDON: And it’s about to be ALL OVER—

NO! NO!

Virgil reverses into a tornado DDT! He quickly picks Hostile up. PILEDRIVER! NO! Hostile reverses into a SPINEBUSTER! He picks Keenan up. POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! NO! NO! Instead, Hostile powerbombs him on the CEMENT! And he reaches under the ring… LIGHTER FLUID! And a BOOK OF MATCHES! The table is IN FLAMES!

LARRY GORDON: Something tells me this was meant as a message to Taboo?

He picks Keenan up for a powerbomb… this time THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!

NO!

NO!

KEENAN REVERSES INTO A LUNGBLOWER SORTA THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE! THEY BOTH SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!

REBEL Pro chants erupt as both men roll around on the ground. Finally, Keenan stirs. He begins to climb up the top rope. NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT!

NO! NO!

Hostile gets to his feet and runs up the turnbuckle. Keenan meets him with a series of lefts and rights. Hostile fires back. Hostile with a headbutt. Another. A third! But Keenan fights back! Fists of fury! Keenan puts Hostile on his shoulders… SUPER BURNING HAMMER!

LINZI MARTIN: If this was a normal match, it’d be all over!

LARRY GORDON: Now such thing as a normal match here in REBEL country!

Keenan climbs up the turnbuckle slowly, clearly exhausted. NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT!

LARRY GORDON: But with this maneuver, he will—

NO! NO! Hostile rolls out of the way before Keenan jumps! He rolls all the way to the outside, on one knee, woozy from the match. Keenan instead hits him with a springboard lariat! NO! NO! HOSTILE REVERSES INTO A BURNING HAMMER ON THE CEMENT!

LINZI MARTIN: What a match!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “YOUR PERSONAL DEMON” HOSTILE!

Hostile raises his arms out at the crowd, soaking up their boos. He pushes a cameraman out of the way as he makes his way to the back, his arms still raised in the air. Keenan gets to his feet, pushing an official out of the way, determined to leave on his own two feet as we fade…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Taboo defeats Jimmy Henderson in a Falls Count Anywhere match
Jamie Flynn defeats Jaice Wilds in a submission match
Hostile defeats Virgil Keenan in a Finishers Match

*****Earlier Today*****

{Recorded on October 31st at 6:56am}
So here we are, cutting to an undisclosed backstage environment yet again. This one isn’t very nicely decorated, in fact it’s the general dressing room. This is where you cut a promo if you’re a real nobody, someone who isn’t worthy of a private dressing room.

Naturally, this is where we find Finale, AoWF’s resident black sheep, the man the people pay good money to hate. He is sitting on a bench, dressed in faded blue jeans and a black Mazzy Star t-shirt. He looks around, not impressed. In his hands is the program to Hell-O-Ween, where his match isn’t even featured near the top of the card. He crumples it up and tosses it aside. For a moment he stares the distant stare that is inherent in his bloodline before it transitions slowly into a grin. He wipes his nose and laughs, standing with a shake of his head.

Finale: This is good. This is where I need to be. I need to be in a locker room like this but not like Gabe Shelley does. His need is of a much more shocking and criminally sexual nature. However that is neither here nor there.

He clears his throat, instinctively pausing to let the audience’s boo’s stifle.

Finale: I’m here because I’m not a money maker. Not yet. No you see because while I do what I want, how I want and when I want…people tend not to want to showcase me. Put faith in me. Makes sense, given my track record. I’m was a flake, I lacked focused. However I can perform…clearly. I just destroyed this company’s sister promotion’s World Champion; I made him fucking quit. I understand that my bad reputation precedes me. I am a realist. An being a realist, I understand that it is going to take more than a few victories to get to where this industry fully recognizes what I am capable of.

He lights a cigarette, ignoring the multitude of no smoking signs. Some dude walks into the shot pushing a broom and Finale pays no attention.

Finale: Everyone seems to hate me for my character traits and that leads them to doubt my skill. My main goal right now is to have that turn around. You people can think whatever the fuck you want about me but you will respect my acumen and talent for this industry. One match at a time, people will learn to accept the harsh truth. It’s hard to swallow nancys, just shut up and do it. The sooner the better.

The Rebel Pro audience quiets some, many willing to hear Super Shredder out.

Finale: Now. In light of all of that shit, that makes tonight’s match…well…just another match. I tried to aggrandize it for Shelley’s sake but really, it’s just another match. I have set a high standard recently so the level of brutality that I am expected to deliver tonight is high and hear you me daisies I will deliver. Save your garbage for when I do. Bad things are in store for the Puppy. Boy has this been a long time coming.

The crowd returns to booing, some shouting audible death threats.

Finale: Gabe Shelley, on a normal day I would put you through every table in this goddamn arena, every single one I could find. But tonight is Halloween and that means that I seriously might kill you.I know that it sounds a bit drastic but Halloween aaaaaalways does this to me. I black out and enter a murderous rage fit. Whomever is in close vicinity is in harms way. I don’t know what to tell you bud. Chances are that it’s going to be you.

Finale obnoxiously mugs for sympathy at the camera, earning absolutely none from the audience in attendance. He does his worst to hide his insincerity.

Finale: So I guess…call your lawyer? Get your retarded nieces on standby? Whatever you need to do to quickly get your shit in order nancy. Because Underdog? I’m going to break every goddamn bone in your body. They’ll come after me for animal cruelty, PETA will send their assassins.

Finale grabs the camera and stares into it.

Finale: And just so you understand me. I’m cool with going to jail tonight, as long as it’s a check in the win column and you in the hospital. Or in a body bag. Or a wheel chair.You get it. Ya dig?

The screen is jerked and then sent for a whirl as Finale smashes the lens off of the bench before leaving the frame.

Finale: I’m not fucking paying for that!

End.

*****A Meeting of the Minds*****

We open up on what appears to be the roof of a building, where five shadowed figures have gathered together. They form a circle around a small elevated space, a few voices.

Voice 1: Here are everyone’s assignments for tonight. Read them, memorize them, execute them.

Voice 2: You’re sure this is going to work?

Voice 1: They started this shit. We’re going to end it.

Voice 3: Let’s fuck up some REBELs.

The five figures pop open what appears to be a grate, and they all slip into the building…

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship DEATH Match*****
*****Bobby Lee© versus Jeremy Gold©*****

“Born This Way” hits up and out from the back in a pink hocky outfit, complete with detachable fairy wings(full of glitter) is one of the co-holders of the Feagle Beagle Championship… Jeremy Gold.

Jenny Jersey: Making his um… way to the ring, from Toronto Ontario, Canada; he stands at a very cool height and weighs in at a very scary and masculine poundage that he doesn’t need to say to strike fear into you mere worthless opponents… he is one half of the Feagle Beagle Champion… Jeremy “Killer and a very Masculine Killer” Gold!

“I Hear the Voices” comes from the speakers and out from the back, dressed in a hocky uniform, walks the co-holder of the Feagle Beagle Championship… Bobby Lee.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing his opponent, from Miller’s Trailer Park, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds… one half of the Feagle Beagle Champion… Bobby “Indestructible” Lee!

Linzi Martin: He seems to have gained a bit of weight, seventy pounds in fact.

Larry Gordon: I suspect it has all to do with his “indestructibleness” outfit.

Linzi Martin: I suspect that you are right.

Ding Ding

Bobby Lee, dressed in his New York Rangers hocky outfit, stands ready for battle while on the other side of the ring Jeremy Gold stands wearing a lovely pink bomb retardent suit.

Larry Gordon: Riiiiiight, something is definitely wrong with that cat.

Linzi Martin: Who, Bobby Lee?

Larry Gordon: Now that you mention it, I’d have to say both of them.

Linzi Martin: Agreed.

They come to blows, well as much as either man will in this contest and their condition, in the center of the ring. Bobby is thrown off balance by the slashing hocky stick and his trying to avoid it, but manages to fall down and is having a terrible time trying to get up. But, fortunately for him, the swing has Gold off balance and he slips, falling on top of Bobby Lee, but is unable to pin the longest reigning Curtain Jerker or Feagle Beagle champion in Rebel Pro history as he is laying face down in the ring. Gold, finally managing to roll off, pulls himself up with the ropes, but Bobby Lee is still trying to get up, thankfully the laughing referee is there to help him. The crowd, well, they are actually liking this match; at least they are laughing at any rate. Gold stares out to the crowd, not sure what to make of them, when Lee nails him in the back of the head with a freaking fire extinguisher. However, Gold falls outside of the ring and to the floor. Gold’s right foot catches Lee right in the crotch, but its protected, but his momentum is thrown off and he goes over the edge as well.

KaBoom!

Larry Gordon: I love C4 Deathmatches!

Linzi Martin: Damn! These two have no experience in C4, in deathmatches, or wrestling in general!

Lee screams, but Gold matches him in intensity when he wakes up from the fall outside and both men are screaming at the top of their lungs. Lee rolls off, but Gold is scrambling away from the explosion point, actually managing to trip Bobby Lee up, causing him to drop his own(Bobby’s) throat on the railing, somehow catching that little exposed area under the helmet and choke himself. Gold rolls him up from behind in a pin attempt, but referee Jimmy Johnson just looks down and shakes his head from side to side; a pin must take place inside the ring. However Jeremy doesn’t see Jimmy shaking his head and is slapping the concrete by hiimself and jumping up thinks he has won the match. For that matter, Bobby Lee has a look of joy on his face, thinking that he is finally the Feagle Beagle champion once again. Jeremy gets up and is so extatic and running around declaring himself to be the next Rebel Pro World Champion.

Larry Gordon: Something… is definitely wrong with him.

Linzi Martin: Drugs, I think I saw him sniffing something white backstage.

Larry Gordon: I hope it wasn’t those new Drano crystals that will clean out any drain.

Linzi Martin: Might have been.

Lee stumbles up to his feet, walking over in his uniform and begins to grab the belt when both realize that no bell has rung and no exit music is playing. At the same instant they realize this, Jimmy indicates that the match must end inside the ring. Lee, for his part, gets a grim determination on his face and goes after a steel chair. After struggling for a minute or so, he finally gets a 10 year old kid out of it and lifts it up to head level. On the other side of the ring Jeremy pulls a kendo stick(that strangely looks like a princess fairy wand from “Barbie “Enchanted Princess”) from under the ring. Gold comes after Bobby Lee with the wand… I mean kendo stick and swings sending the chair right out of Lee’s grasp. However the wand is sent flying into several pieces upon contact with the chair, and one lands on Linzi Martin’s hair.

Linzi Martin: Hey! What the hell?

Larry Gordon: Looks strangely like a fragment of Princess Fairy Wand, same thing happened to my neice when she hit her brother with it.

Linzi Martin: Your neice is a demon child.

Larry Gordon: My nephew said the same thing, I just laughed.

Linzi Martin: Train them young, don’t you.

Larry Gordon: It is a family business, ya know.

Gold lunges forward with the inch long piece, but as Bobby Lee falls, his foot connects with Gold’s crotch and its obvious from the greenish color of his skin that he forgot something very important about his outfit. Gold falls forward, Lee’s flayling foot connecting with the side of Gold’s helmet sending him sideways onto the Announcers’ table.

Linzi Martin: We’ll be fine, nothing bad will happen to us here with these two.

Larry Gordon: You can never tell here in Rebel Pro.

Lee, picking up the steel chair, lays it on Gold’s face before managing to get up onto the ring apron.

Linzi Martin: I’m not worried.

Lee places one foot on the bottom turnbuckle before then spending a few minutes trying to figure out how to finish the climb. He makes it up to the second turnbuckle, as the crowd is chanting numerous instructions to him. Lee, then suddenly stops as he realizes he is actually trying to win a match, but its in fact he’s trying to knock out Gold so that Gold can pin him. At this realization Lee begins to tremble and he is now shaking violently perched there on the second turnbuckle and is muttering to someone or tsomething.

Linzi Martin: See, we are completely safe.

Lee, strangely enough and very shocking, finishes the climb to the top turnbuckle, only to realize that his back is to Jeremy and this… just won’t do. Lee turns very slowly and waves his arms wildly to keep his balance and is shocked to still see Jeremy Gold on the table. That or, Lee is scared of heights or something similar. Lee looks down, his eyes roll up into his head, but he perches there for a few seconds.

Linzi Martin: We… might be in trouble.

Larry Gordon: But only because he’s passed out from fright up there!

Lee, falls off forward off the ringpost, nailing his head solidly into the concrete, thank goodness he has that helmet on; but too bad for him it is now dented and the face plate is cracked. Oh, did I mention that he faceplanted right into a C4 charge? Well… he did.

KaBoom!

Lee doesn’t move, its very likely that he’s dead in fact.

Linzi Martin: Right here! Right here at us?!

Larry Gordon: Yeah, I love it! Its Rebel Pro baby! Fuck yeah!

Bobby Lee disagrees with the assesment, but he doesn’t know it, however he will disagree with it after he regains consciousness.

Linzi Martin: Jeremy’s beginning to wake up now.

Gold rolls off the table and struggles mightily to keep himself balanced and finally stumbles forward and rolls into the ring. Jeremy lays there waiting on the victory from the count-out when Johnson tells him that there are no count-outs in Rebel Pro. Gold sighs and whimpers that he must continue before a hand comes up from below the apron and pulls itsself up, blackened and extremely chard from the C4. Jeremy, for his part, screams like what a pink fairy princess probably sounds like when she would see a blackened hand and arm coming up from somewhere scarey. Gold… passes out right there against the ropes and Lee is on the apron.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think Bobby Lee knows where he is at right now.

Linzi Martin: I don’t think he ever knows where he is at.

Lee steps through the ropes, trips, and falls on Gold; out cold again. Jimmy kneels slowly into position for the pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… Bobby Lee! and NEEEEEEEW Feagle Beagle Champion… Jeremy Gold!

Neither man is moving, Lee out cold thanks to his injuries and Gold from fright; its Halloween.

Larry Gordon: I don’t even know what to say.

?

The timekeeper goes to grab the Fecal Beagle Title… but it’s gone missing! The close by officials look around, scanning the crowd for anyone who may have grabbed it whilst the cameras weren’t looking. Unfortunately, there is no sign of the title, and no one seems to know what the hell happened. The timekeeper shrugs, Gold looking upset and shocked. He quickly runs backstage, in fear of further disappearances.

Linzi Martin: I didn’t even notice someone take it.

Larry Gordon: I suspect something is afoot tonight.

*****Kanga Roped*****

Jeremy Gold and Rupert the Kangaroo are in Shawn West’s office, Rupert smoking a cigarette. He chirps (if memory serves, that’s what they do) in a random series of notes, turning to Gold.

Jeremy Gold: Yeah, yeah. Maybe we’re safe this week. I mean, only Rocky and Bubba got attacked last week… and, I mean, it’s not like we’re that high on the totem pole to worry about being attacked…

Rupert shoots Gold a dark look, then kicks Simon’s puppet across the room. Jeremy holds his head, nodding.

Jeremy Gold: Okay, okay! I’M not high enough on the totem pole. You’re a god around here, I got it. Sorry.

A knock at the door, Jeremy and Rupert look up. Rupert starts in, Jeremy hiding behind the desk.

Jeremy Gold: Um… Come in?

The door flies open, the NAP walking in with huge grins on their faces. They close the door behind them, walking up to the pair.

Jeremy Gold: OH GOD!! SECURITY!!

Monkey McDee: Jeremy, Jeremy! Come on now, buddy. You don’t think we’d hurt you, do ya?

Jeremy ducks behind the desk, Rupert taking a defensive stance (assuming he CAN assume a defensive stance. I mean, he IS a kangaroo). Not-Stryker reaches behind his back as they draw closer, Jeremy Gold screaming.

Jeremy Gold: WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?!

Not-Stryker laughs, pulling out a bag.

Monkey McDee: We’re not sure yet. But we have an idea…

Rupert lashes out, but is trapped inside the netted bag. Gold goes to run, but knocks himself out as his head bumps the bottom of the desk. The scene quickly fades out.

*****I Quit Grudge Match*****
*****Taboo versus Hostile*****

Drowning Pool’s “Love and War” hit the PA system as Taboo steps out on to the ramp.

Jenny Jersey: The following match is an “I Quit” match. Introducing first, from Boulder, Colorado weighing in at two-hundred sixty six pounds. TABOOOOOOOOO!

Taboo starts his walk down to the ring to await Hostile. NO, Hostile runs down and takes Taboo down before he can get to the ring. Hostile with a rear waist lock and plants Taboo onto the ramp. Hostile quick to his feet and pulls Taboo up with him. Hostile with a short arm clothesline THAT Taboo Ducks! Taboo with the Taboo Press, laying a barrage of headbutts down on the skull of Hostile.

Hostile manages to roll Taboo off and both men get to their feet. Taboo moves in for an elbow and collar tie up but Hostile gives Taboo a kick to the gut that doubles him over. Hostile smashes Taboo’s head against the guardrail before panting him down with a hard body slam. Hostile grabs Taboo and brings him to his feet and runs him head first into to the stage set.

Taboo fires back with a solid left followed with a vicious right that sends Hostile back a step. Hostile answers with some fists of his own as the two fight their way Backstage. Hostile again goes to slam Taboo’s head off something hard but this time Taboo blocks and hits a few hard elbows to Hostile’s mid-section. Taboo with a suplex through the catering table and Hostile winces as fragments of the table pierce his flesh.

Taboo to his feet and walks over to Hostile, picks him up and sends him right back down with the Dead Weight German Suplex. Taboo grabs a fire extinguisher and patiently waits as Hostile makes it to his feet. The Jersey City Demon makes it to a vertical base just in time to get a shot to the back of the head with the extinguisher. Taboo then empties its contents into the eyes of a prone Hostile. Taboo picks up Larsen and sends him flying behind him with a over the top belly to belly suplex.

Taboo heads over and grabs a camera off a camera man’s shoulder and brings it down onto the head of Hostile. NO, Hostile rolls out of the way just in time. Hostile rolls up to his feet as Taboo tries to swing the camera at Hostile a second time. And this time it connects with Hostile’s head. Taboo tosses the camera aside and and locks in the Taboo Squeeze! Hostile grits his teeth as he tries to fight through the pain. Taboo applying pressure with everything he has as Hostile finally releases a yell of pain. Hostile is refusing to give in as he begins to roll. Taboo tries to adjust his grip but Hostile manages to break the hold with a mule kick from his free leg.

Taboo goes pick Hostile up but is meet with an exploder suplex out of nowhere. Both men laying on the ground as security and medics swarm in. Both men get to their feet and start laying out every single person in a uniform before locking eyes with each other. Taboo’s eyes filled with pure hatred, Hostile’s filled with loathing. They charge each other simultaneously and start trading fist as their war carries out the the street.

Hostile takes Taboo to the ground with a double leg take down and follows up with few hard kicks to Taboo’s ribs. Hostile grabs a tire iron from some guy trying to change a flat. Taboo get to his feet just as Hostile connects with the tire iron to the ribs. Taboo doubles over and Hostile brings the tire iron down across his back, knocking Taboo face down on the sidewalk. An evil smirk creeps over the face of the Jersey City Demon as he takes a few steps back. Taboo on his hands and knees as Hostile runs in with a punt to the head. Taboo flips to his back from the force of the blow and Hostile moves in with another kick to the ribs. Hostile grabs the first weapon he can find, a motorcycle helmet. The owner of the helmet tries to stop Hostile from take his property. His protest earns him a vicious lariat. Larsen turns his attention back on Taboo, who his just starting to get back to his feet. Hostile brings the helmet down just as Taboo’s arm shoots up. Taboo catches the helmet before it connects and yanks it out of Hostiles hand. Taboo with a kick to the gut and and snap suplex to the concrete. Both men down as the Police start to arrive. Both men get to their feet as they become surrounded by law enforcement.

Hostile leaps for Taboo, Taboo runs at Hostile, and the police grab both men to drag them down. Taboo lashes out at one officer, knocking him clean out with a right to the temple. Hostile takes an officer down with a right of his own. And both men hit the ground and convulse as the officers use tasers to subdue them Both Hostile and Taboo are in handcuffs as we head to commercial

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*****Golden Burn*****

We find ourselves backstage, following Shawn West. The GM of REBEL Pro walks up to his office door, grabbing the handle. He hears something crash inside, flying into the room to see the place trashed and a blinded kangaroo upside-down in a corner.

Shawn West: Rupert?! What the hell… JEREMY!!!

No reply from Gold, as Rupert struggles with the net encasing his head. Shawn slowly walks over, cautious.

Shawn West: Rupert… Rupert, it’s Shawn. It’s going to be okay. Just calm down, I’ll get you out of this, okay?

After a few moments, Shawn has managed to get the netting off Rupert’s head. Rupert looks around, scared and confused. He notices the mess, shaking his head and clicking (maybe, I dunno that they CAN’T do that) at the disarray. Shawn looks around, checking under the desk.

Shawn West: Rupert, have you seen Jeremy? I can’t find him anywhere…

Rupert’s ears perk up, and he turns towards the bathroom door. He hops over, Shawn West in tow. As they reach the door, Rupert raps a foot off of it.

Jeremy Gold: OCCUPIED!!

Shawn West: Jeremy! What happened?

Jeremy Gold: I… uh… there was… um… I had to drop a deuce!

Shawn looks to Rupert, who seems to shake his head no. West looks back at the door, grabbing the handle.

Shawn West: Jeremy. Out.

Jeremy Gold: It’s a big one! Might take a while, you go ahead…

Shawn West: NOW, JEREMY.

A silent pause, Shawn and Rupert waiting. A click, then the door handle turns, and out walks Jeremy Gold…

Shawn West: OH MY G… Who did this to you?!

The camera looks up to see Jeremy Gold with the PWA logo branded into his forehead. Jeremy tries to hold a cloth to it, but it’s been burned into his skull. He shakes his head, muttering.

Jeremy Gold: I don’t… I didn’t get a look…

Rupert taps his feet in frustration, unable to talk but knowing that Jeremy isn’t talking. Shawn looks to Rupert, seeming to understand Rupert’s annoyance and stands nose-to-nose with Gold.

Shawn West: Jeremy. I’m going to ask you once more. Who did this to you?

Jeremy resists for a moment, but fear kicks in as he realizes how close Shawn is and what could happen. He starts to cry.

Jeremy Gold: It was the NAP! They pulled out a chain… started a lighter, heated it up… they held it to my head for what seemed like HOURS… it hurt so bad, I ran into the bathroom, dumped my head face-first in the toilet bowl…

Shawn shakes his head, a look of anger. He pulls out his cell, punching in a number. As the other person picks up, Shawn speaks angrily.

Shawn West: This has gone TOO far. Get. Here. NOW.

Shawn hangs up, calling for security.

Shawn West: I want any PWA talents found and brought to my office at once. I will not stand for this kind of blatant disrespect for human boundaries on MY Pay-Per-View. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!

The security officials leave the room, an APB on any PWA roster members loitering the arena.

*****Tag Team Singles Match!*****

*****Vincent Black versus Anna Mathews*****

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a contest scheduled for one fall!

Right off the bat, we get an unexpected surprise via Joan Jett vocals.

Who can turn the world on with a smile?
Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?

Multicolored spotlights flash towards the curtain as the answer to those enternal questions springs on thru dressed as a Dada-styled Mary Tyler Moore. Streamers and baloons and fifty dollar bils are raining from the sky, leaving the crowd with no alternative but to blow the roof of the building.

Well, it’s you, girl and you should know it
Peach fuzz in every little movement

Heavy duty fireworks go boom. And Anna grins, squeals, barely even looking at the ring.

You show that love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all

She bounces and twirls down the ramp, nearly falling down a few times from getting too dizzy.

How will you make it on your own?
This world is awfully big
And girl, this time, you’re all alone

A speedy pre-victory hand-slapping lap around the ring. Tee-hee. Pre-Victory. Followed by a baseball slide inside the ropes.

Well, it’s time you started livin’
It’s time you let someone else do some givin’

The Queen of the Dodos pops up, arms outstreched, blowing kisses, her big musical ta-da moment. Everybody has one of those, right?

Love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all

The hat is thrown up in the air. And thus ends perhaps the shortest full song entrance known at a flat minute.

**Vincent Black’s Entrance**

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, to my left. She represents Victory Wrestling! Standing in at five feet five inches, she is Victory’s Car Crash Champion, ANNA MATHEWS!!!

A mix of cheers and jeers, Anna bowing.

Jenny Jersey: And her opponent! Representing REBEL Pro! Weighing three hundred and thirty one pounds, he is one-half of the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions, representing Hardcore Entertainment, this is VINCENT BLACK!!!

Anna and Vincent look each other up and down, measuring each other up. Vincent laughs, rolling out of the ring. He goes straight for the objects beneath the ring, tossing in a stop sign, a trash can, a roll of barbed wire. He pulls out a few light tubes, grinning as he starts into the ring.

Linzi Martin: Oh, this is gonna get messy…

Larry Gordon: Indeed; those light bulbs aren’t forgiving.

Linzi Martin: Who’s talking about the light tubes? I’m talking about my jeans. If Vincent’s already pulling light tubes, I’m gonna be so we…

Larry Gordon: WATCH OUT, VINCE!

It’s too late as Anna Mathews slides in, baseball sliding right into the light tubes and smashing them into Vincent’s face. Vincent falls to ringside, Anna grinning. She heads for a nearby turnbuckle, measuring up Vincent. Vincent wipes his face, shaking it off and standing. Anna jumps, looking for a cross-body… caught in mid-air! Powerslam!! Vincent falls back a bit on impact, finding his way to a knee. He reaches under the ring, grabbing the first thing he can locate, pulling out… a fire extinguisher? Vincent unhooks the hose, wrapping it around Anna’s neck and pulling back.

Larry Gordon: Well, at least he’s displaying the REBEL Pro style. I just wish he’d consider not choking out a WOMAN.

Linzi Martin: YES! CHOKE HER! GOD YES!!

Larry Gordon: Odd as it is… that doesn’t surprise me.

Vincent finally releases Anna, pulling the tab on the extinguisher. Anna starts to get to a knee, Vincent blasting her in the face with a cloud from the extinguisher. Anna drops, Vincent closing in. He continues to blast Anna with the contents of the extinguisher, a sinister grin. Anna sinks to the ground, her hands flailing slowly as she seems knocked out by the gasses. Vincent drops the extinguisher, turning to face the crowd. He throws his arms up in victory, pointing back towards Mathews while yelling “THAT’S how it’s done!” He turns around, reaching down to grab up Anna by the hair.

Larry Gordon: Now, I KNOW pulling a woman’s hair is off limits. I mean…

Linzi Martin: PULL HER HAIR! MAKE IT HURT! YES!!

Larry Gordon: There are some things that even you shouldn’t ge… OH HELL!!!

Linzi Martin: HA! PUNCH HIS NUTS!! Make his ass puke! Punch ‘em punch ‘em punch ‘em!!!

Anna Mathews shows some sign of life as she repeatedly groin shoots Vincent, who bends over, falls to the side and pukes on the floor. Anna takes a moment to gather her breath, crawling towards the ring. She reaches out, grabbing something and dragging it in close to her. Vincent manages to his knee, holding his groin. He shuffles over to the crowd barrier, using the barrier to drag himself to his feet. He turns, still clutching his giblets, stumbling over to Anna. Keeping his pelvic area back, he grabs her by the hair and pulls her up…

Larry Gordon: What the hell is that?!

Linzi Martin: Is Anna REALLY using PuppetLisa to gag Vincent Black?

Larry Gordon: Who knows where the hell that thing has been? And she’s basically gagging Vincent with it?

Linzi Martin: She’s going to need a LOT of sanitizer to get all of Vincent’s germs off PuppetLisa.

Vincent falls back, more shocked than injured. He grabs his mouth and nose, trying to rub out the slight pain. He shakes his head, charging up to Anna. Anna throws a stiff kick to Vincent’s left leg, Black buckling. Anna throws a right hook to Vincent’s face, he sways a bit before Anna smacks him a good one. Vincent takes a moment, now shocked and a little hurt, as Anna turns around. Vincent gets to his feet, just barely managing to avoid a shot with a trash can. He jumps as Anna turns, nailing a dropkick. Vincent turns around, grabbing a length of barbed wire and wrapping it around his boot. He turns, Anna attacking with the garbage can again. Vincent tries to duck, but is caught under the can and hits the floor. Anna brings the trashcan up, bearing down on Vincent. Black quickly throws his barbed wire wrapped boot, catching Anna’s side and causing her to drop the can. She stumbles back, Vincent grabbing the can and throwing it at Anna. It bounces off, Vincent grabbing the barbed wire again. He grabs up the trash can, wrapping the barbed wire through the handles and over the opening in the can.

Larry Gordon: What the hell? Is this really the time to make hardcore banjos?

Anna starts to her feet, Vincent with a nasty smile. As Anna turns, Vincent flips the can upside-down and brings the top down over Anna’s head and shoulders.

Larry Gordon: HOLY HELL!!

Linzi Martin: OH, FUCK YES!!!

Anna lets out a pained cry from inside the can, the barbs scarring her arms. Vincent throws a crescent kick, knocking the can and Anna over, torquing her around in the can. Anna manages to slide out, cuts and scrapes up her arms and torso. Vincent turns to the crowd once again, the REBEL audience roaring with approval at the carnage. Vincent turns around, Anna pulling herself up on the apron. Vincent elbows her from behind, rolling her into the ring. He looks under the ring, climbing under it in search of something. Anna crawls to a corner, using the distraction to regroup as Vincent searches under the ring, the crowd growing anxious. Anna starts to her feet, the crowd near the west side apron suddenly erupting in cheers. Vincent Black emerges from his search, hauling out a table! Anna looks on, somewhat stunned at just how far Vincent is willing to push. Anna slides out on the opposite side of the ring, reaching under and pulling out a kendo stick. She slides back into the ring, noticing Vincent wrapping the table in barbed wire. She slides out behind him, Black not realizing as he is too busy with his vicious plan. Anna grabs Vincent’s shoulder, spinning him around and smacking him in the gut with the kendo stick, Vincent keeling over and gives Anna a clean shot at his neck and the back of his head. Vincent goes down, Anna slapping him with the kendo stick another couple times to keep him down. She reaches into the ring, grabbing the stop sign (remember how Vincent through that in there earlier? Seriously, pay attention.) and holding it over Vincent’s head. Black starts to one knee, shaking off the assault, starting to his feet. Anna brings the stop sign down on Vincent’s head, nearly decapitating him and he falls to his stomach. Anna grabs an arm, dragging him towards the ring. She slides in, pulling Vincent with her. Once inside the ring, Anna makes the cover.

Larry Gordon: The sad thing is, REBEL loses.

1!
2!
3! NO!!

Linzi Martin: Vincent Black just narrowly kicks out, and the chaos continues!!

Anna looks at the referee, shocked. She turns back to Vincent, who is barely moving. She starts towards the ropes, jumping up for a lionsault… but Vincent kicks up! Anna is tackled over the ropes! She grabs the top rope, managing to hang on and land on the apron. She stands precariously on the apron, looking down at the barbed-wire wrapped table below her, not noticing as Vincent comes flying up behind her. He lifts a foot as Anna turns around… BIG BOOT! Anna lands on the table! Vincent falls back!

Larry Gordon: HE WOULDN’T!

Linzi Martin: Do it, Vincent! Oh, god DO IT!! YES!!

Vincent leaps over the top rope, barely clearing the ropes as he twists a bit, falling on top of Anna Mathews as they break through the table.

Linzi Martin: YES!! YYEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!

Larry Gordon: Really?!

Neither one moves as the referee checks them both, waiting to see if either one could survive the crash. Just as he’s about to throw up the X, Vincent moves, instinctively draping his arm across Mathews.

Larry Gordon: And REBEL brings it home!!

1!!
2!!
3!!

NO!!!

Somehow, Anna gets the shoulder out, Vincent painfully wincing in shock. He starts to climb out of the rubble, the barbed wire tearing at his flesh. He grabs the apron, managing to get to a knee as Anna Mathews lie motionless. Vincent looks to Anna, then at the carnage around them. He grabs a splint of wood, standing over Anna as she starts to move ever so slightly. She reaches out, grabbing the first thing her hand can locate… as Vincent drops the plank, grabs his groin and falls to his knees. Anna pulls back, reaching out again and knocking Vincent on his ass. Vincent is still grabbing his cajones, Anna crawling around as she searches for something to help her up.

Linzi Martin: What the hell… grab a guy’s nuts? She’s giving chicks everywhere a bad name.

Larry Gordon: In all fairness, she appears somewhat disoriented and may not kn…

Linzi Martin: I was joking. About damn time Vincent Black got nut checked. Cocky bastard.

Anna finally finds a set of ring steps, slowly hauling herself to her feet. Vincent rolls onto his belly, still using one hand to hold his balls while using the other to lift himself. Anna is to one foot now, shaking off some of the weariness. She gazes in Vincent’s direction, standing up and grabbing a nearby fan’s drink. She takes a sip, then walks up to Black. Vincent is to one knee, still recuperating, and turns around… getting a splash of Fecal Beagle in the face! Dropkick by Anna!! Vincent drops to the floor, Anna grabbing up a piece of broken table still wrapped in barbed wire. She kneels beside Vincent, blasting him repeatedly in the back with the plank.

Larry Gordon: BY GOD!

Linzi Martin: YES! Draw some blood! Make him scream! Tear his ass up! Yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSS!!!

Anna finally drops the plank, Vincent’s back resembling something of a Riona Langly vag. (OH! I WENT THERE!) Anna grabs the apron, pulling herself up and rolling into the ring. She takes some time to get a breather, regaining her bearings. Vincent struggles to his knees outside, wiping the soda out of his face. He slowly gets to his feet, stumbling towards the crowd barrier. A fan pats his back, Vincent reaching out and grabbing his belt. He rips it off the fan, turning in and heading for the ring. Anna stands, ready for the attack.

Vincent quickly charges the corner, Anna moving just before the body splash. Vincent comes off, Anna attempting a german suplex on the much bigger Black, who manages to plant his feet. Vincent with an elbow to Anna’s head, Mathews stumbles back before Vincent lashes out with the belt. The belt smacks Anna once, twice, three, four, five times, Anna dropping to one knee. Vincent maneuvers behind Anna, wrapping the belt around her neck, pushing on her back with his foot and pulling up on the belt. After a few moments, Anna stops moving, her body going limp. Vincent uses the belt to drag her up, pulling her onto his shoulders.

Larry Gordon: Is this really necessary?!

Linzi Martin: HEY! This is Hardcore Entertainment! It’s never necessary, just proving a point!!

Vincent lurches down, dropping Mathews with the KEG TAP!! COVER!

1!
2!
3!

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner is VINCENT BLACK!!!

“Carbomb” kicks up as Vincent grabs his head, raising an arm in victory. He drops to the canvas, rolling out of the ring. He heads to the announce table, grabbing up his… wait… where’s his Tag Title? Vincent starts questioning the officials at ringside, no one knows what the hell happened to his belt.

Larry Gordon: Well this is turning out to be an interesting night. Mystery attacks, property going missing…

Linzi Martin: And we don’t have time for this horse shit. Our next match is coming up right after this commercial!

*****More Shit Gets Stolen*****

The scene opens up on Virgil Keenan’s locker room, getting ready before his big match. He lies at a weight bench, pumping an unknown- though estimately high- poundage of weights. He puts the bar down, grabbing a nearby towel.

Virgil Keenan: I’m gonna own those two bitches tonight…

Virgil lifts his mask, but the towel covers his face as he brushes away some sweat. Unbeknownst to the Masked Man, a small figure creeps down from the airshaft, grabbing the Aggression Championship and slinking back up to whence it came, leaving no trace. Virgil removes the towel and pulls his mask on, in one swift motion. He gets up, ready to go.

Virgil Keenan: Rejoice, motherfuckers. The champ is h…

Virgil looks to where he laid the Aggression Title, and sees it nowhere. He starts to search the surrounding area, trying to locate his belt.

Virgil Keenan: What the hell?! Where did I…

Virgil continues to search his locker room, as we fade away to ringside.

*****Ultimate Tables Match*****
*****Gabe Shelley versus Finale*****

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is an Ultimate Tables Match schedule for a fifteen minute time limit. The winner will be the competitor who puts his opponent through the most tables.

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

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

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

The signature ‘F’ logo zooms in on the screen and Finale appears on the stage. He is decked out in his Snake Plissken Halloween costume, complete with a fake rifel. The man they call Super Shredder walks down the ramp, looking out into the crowd. He stops and glances around the arena before laughing and spitting in front of the nearest fans. He nearly takes a flying cup of beer to the head but effortlessly dodges it, maintaining a smug grin. He makes his way to the ring and enters, sliding in under the bottom rope. He then runs to a turnbuckle and stands with one knee up. He leans on said knee and looks around, then towards the ramp. He stares into the crowd, doing his best Kurt Russell impression.

The lights slowly dim down until it’s pitch black and the low guitar strumming of “In Fate’s Hands” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus rolls throughout the arena. Three spotlights shine and revolve around as if searching for someone, and the fans are on their feet, cheering in anticipation for the hero they know is coming. At the ten mark when the song rocks into life, red, white and blue pyros shoot outward with controlled chaos from the entrance stage for seven straight seconds. By the end of it, the three spotlights have aimed at the stage and await the arrival of a great fan favorite.

I remember a year ago
I was standing in the crowd
Waiting for my chance to break through
My chance to live again

At last the marVel Gabe Shelley comes out in the midst of these lyrics from behind the curtain, the fans’ cheers only growing louder, and he steps up to the spotlight. He dons his hooded vest and points out to the fans. He lifts his hood up slightly to get a view of the fans, his face peaking out. In this hype, he plays to the fans with a smile and they highly respond to him and the lyrics.

Now it seems I’ve found some friends who
Finally understand what it takes
To make this dream come true
We’ll be here ’til the end

Shake it! Break it! Get off your feet!
Come dance with me and don’t you fake it
Shake it! Break it! Get off your feet!
Come dance with me and don’t you fake it

The fans are positively crazy about Gabe. He makes his way down the ramp, tags several hands along the way and climbs up the ring steps. He looks around one more time from his hood as he jumps up and over the ropes and spins around. Gabe picks a corner and easily jumps to the second ropes and bows down. He throws his hood back and his arms out with a smile on his face. He points outwards to the crowd as he jumps backwards, spinning and landing on his feet. He draws to the center of the ring and throws his hands out; the crowd’s roar of cheers only grow louder and flashes from cameras capture photos of the marVel in all his glory.

Oh, wish I could thank you all for what you have done
and all of the things that you have shared with me.
Oh, wish I could take you all too where I must go wish I could take you all.
I’ll take you with my heart.

Gabe takes his vest off before bending and stretching his back over the top ropes. After a brief warm up, he’s ready to go. As the music dies die, he and the fans are ready.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Buffalo, New York weighing in at 245lbs., ‘Super Shredder’…Finale!

The crowd rains down boos, despite Finale being a hometown boy. Shelley grins smugly as Finale just stares across the ring at him.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent from Columbus, Ohio weighing in at 240lbs., ‘The marVel’…Gabe Shelley!

The audience erupts with cheers, Shelley basking in their adoration. He plays to them as Finale can be seen glaring
from across the ring.

Larry Gordon: Well I guess we know who the fans are behind in this one.

Linzi Martin: It’s a shame too, Finale is one of the premier talents in the entire AoWF. Not to mention the premier talent I’d like to fuck.

Larry Gordon: Linzi we’ve talked about this…

Finale and Gabe Shelley standing dead center in the middle of the ring. They are face to face, with Finale slinging all kinds of trash talk. Shelley comes back with some of his own, shoving his rival. Finale smirks and then fires back with a shove of his own. Shelley attempts a right hand but Finale ducks under it and hits the ropes. On his return Finale ducks under another right hand, positioning himself behind marVel. Shelley, having the experience, immediately jumped up and laid the second generation star out with a Pele kick.

marVel called out to all of his fans, earning a chorus of cheers that grew louder with each right hand he delivered to his downed opponent. He then sent Finale into the ropes and caught him with a back drop after a lariat evasion. Finale was put down hard on his back which allowed Shelley to climb to the top rope. Dazed and confused, Finale stumbled to his feet, oblivious to Shelley’s intentions. Before Finale knew what was what, Shelley drove his face into the canvas like a touchdown spike with a top rope bulldog. Finale’s face nearly left a dent in the mat, the fans cheering in approval.

Larry Gordon: Super Shredder’s face planted into the mat!

Linzi Martin: You know, that was a rude thing to do.

Shelley exited the ring and collected one of the many tables at ringside. He slid it into the ring and then signaled to his fans that it was time to do some damage. With them cheering him on, Shelley entered the ring and prepared the table, resting it diagonally on a turnbuckle. Finale slowly got to his feet but it was too late, Shelley took hold of him. He sent Finale into the ropes and subdued him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He then got Super Shredder up and laid him back on the table. Shelley then called to the crowd and charged, looking for a spear! Finale sidestepped Shelley at the last second but Shelley put the breaks on before going through the table. However he turned right into a running arched big boot that met with such force that he was sent back through the table.

Finale – 1
Shelley – 0
Time – 13:13

Linzi Martin: And Finale draws first blood! One Foot in the Grave right through the table.

Larry Gordon: Gabe Shelley might not get up after that kick, it had some serious anger behind it.

Linzi Martin: Finale is living the dream right now, being able to legally abuse his former employer.

Larry Gordon: And he’s making the most of that opportunity

The crowd rained boos down on the Buffalo Butcher as he dragged Shelley out from the rubble. He then stood over his former employer and stared down at him. The crowd continued to display their hatred of Finale, via projectile garbage and harsh jeers. Finale smirked in response before dropping to his knees. He then began battering Shelley with massive rights and lefts, taunting Shelley in between each punch.

Finale: This. Feels. Awful. Am. I. Right?

Shelley was unprotected, his face nearly being pounded into mush. Shelley slowly started to fight back but Finale switched to lashing at him with elbows, one of which caught the corner of Shelley’s eye, busting him open. With the momentum on his side, Finale got Shelley up and sent him over the top rope. Instinctively, Shelley caught himself and landed on the apron but Finale charged at hit him, looking for a spear of his own.

Shelley hopped over the top rope and landed in the ring, causing Finale to go through the ropes and collide with the ring barrier head first. The Buffalo Butcher rolled over to reveal a large gash on the top of his head, with blood beginning to seep out.

Larry Gordon: My God! Finale’s head might be cracked right open.

Linzi Martin: That was definitely a rough spill and he’s bleeding. Damnit.

Shelley slowly exited the ring, favoring his ribs. Finale tried to get up but Shelley met him with a running knee to the jaw. Finale was back up to his feet for a moment, but only to stagger backwards and fall against the ring barrier again. Shelley took hold of a table and leaned it up against the ring barrier. He then called out to his fans for support before getting Finale up. However Finale was playing possum and he recovered, blasting Shelley in the chin with a leaping knee strike. Finale then subdued him with a lariat and positioned him again, leaning on the table.

With the crowd calling for (more of) his blood, Finale climbed up onto the apron. He took a moment to swear at and insult the crowd, with his back to Shelley. The crowd then came alive as Shelley dove into the ring between Finale’s legs. With his opponent turned around to find him gone, Shelley hastily hit the opposing ropes and before Finale could react, he was nailed with a spear through the ropes, taking him off of the apron and through the awaiting table! The crowd went insane as Shelley and Finale laid in the wreckage.

Finale – 1
Shelley – 1
Time: 10:52

Larry Gordon: What a move from Gabe Shelley! That was one of the quickest recoveries I’ve ever seen!

Linzi Martin: It was like he was hit by lightning! Finale had no time to react.

The scored was tied up at this point, with Shelley as the man standing. He got Finale up and sent him hard into the ring barrier. He then set up another table and looked around into the crowd. Unsatisfied, Shelley shook his head and set up a second table beside the original. He then got Finale up and laid him across both. Shelley then ascended to the apron but aborted his flight when Finale started to get up.

The Buffalo Butcher tried to jump off of the table and catch Shelley with a flying knee but marVel sidestepped him and slid under the ring. He the reappeared behind Finale, with a Singapore can! The audience erupted and Finale turned, just in time to evade a big cane shot. Finale then quickly countered by putting Shelley down with a lariat. The former KoE Champion kicked the cane away and then turned his attention to a table.

Linzi Martin: It’s time for Super Shredder to take the lead.

Larry Gordon: Finale was wise to nullify that Singapore cane. When Gabe Shelley gets ahold of it, he becomes a different person entirely.

Linzi Martin: A dog with a bone Gordon, that’s all Shelley is.

Finale walked over to the arranged tables but stopped as he past the steel steps. He stared down at them and then at the ring barrier. He then shot one finger into the air, indicating an idea. He took hold of Shelley and looked as though he was attempting a suplex, however he laid Shelley’s feet on the barrier. He then positioned the former BWF Chairman’s head and hit him with an elevated rocker dropper onto the steel steps! Shelley’s face is driven into the steel, earning a collective gasp from his fans.

We then turned our attention to the front row where there stands the Official Gabe Shelley Fan Club: New York Chapter. A few dozen fans sit in the few front rows, all decked out in Gabe Shelley gear. However at this moment, they don’t look very pleased.

Linzi Martin: You know, these people should respect Finale. He saw the OGSFC waiting outside, not one of them with tickets. Do you know what he did? Bought them all tickets.

Larry Gordon: And why do you think he would do that?

Linzi Martin: Because he is a great man! That’s why!

Larry Gordon: No, really.

Linzi Martin: Oh clearly he wanted them to watch Shelley get destroyed. Really mean spirited stuff.

Finale walks over to the fans and laughs in their faces. They all jeer him but he just keeps laughing, pointing back at their fallen hero. Suddenly a young male member of the club flips Finale off, earning a huge pop from the crowd. Finale isn’t impressed, raising an eyebrow at the youngster. The Buffalo Butcher responded by pulling back and launching a massive gob of spit dead center on the child’s Heaven from Above t-shirt. And then came some more garbage.

Finale – 1
Shelley – 1
Time: 7:41

Super Shredder pie faces the child and then turns his attention to Shelley’s discarded cane. He picked it up and examined it, before taking a sadistic looking turn to his opponent. marVel was just getting to his feet when Finale cracked him over the head, sending a splash of blood into the front row. Shelley staggered backwards and Finale nailed him with a cane shot to the mid-section doubling him over. Finale then bent the cane over Shelley’s back, nearly snapping it which sent the BWF Hall of Famer to his knees.

Finale then stalked Shelley, asking him if he was done. Shelley was on all fours, not saying anything, blood tripping from his forehead onto the black floor mats. Finale then cracked the cane over Shelley’s back again, putting him down to his stomach. Finale then took the time to set up another table, with Shelley seemingly out of it. Finale then grabbed Shelley and looked out into the crowd, before pointing at the steel steps.

Linzi Martin: And this is where Old Yeller gets laid to rest.

Larry Gordon: Finale has Shelley in a bad, bad way here.

Linzi Martin: I know. Isn’t it great?

The New York audience tried to rally behind Shelley, but Finale had him dead to rights. He grabbed Shelley by the hair and pulled his head back, smacking him in the face. After he didn’t get a response, Finale attempted to smash Shelley’s head off of the ring steps. However at the last second, Shelley hit Finale with a knee to the mid-section and countered beautifully with a reverse sto into the steps! Finale was downed, blood covering his right ear and the crowd had their hope restored.

The Buffalo Butcher tried to climb back into the ring but Shelley stopped him on the apron and climbed up with him. The two stood in front of the two tables from earlier and the crowd was ready for more damage. Finale tried to fight back but was obviously still dazed. Shelley hit him with a boot to the mid-section and then smashed Finale’s head into the ring post. He did it repeatedly, mocking his opponent and asking him if he was finished, if he quit. Finale refused so Shelley lifted him up and went for the Jersey Bomb but Finale reversed it into a head scissors, or at least he tried to. Shelley held on and leaped off of the apron, putting Finale through two tables with The Foreshadowing!

Finale – 1
Shelley – 3
Time: 4:56

Larry Gordon: Gabe Shelley may have just won this match with that move!

Linzi Martin: It was desperation! That was the best Shelley has, Finale still has five minutes to recover.

Larry Gordon: Sorry, I can’t hear you over the noise from Shelley’s fan club. Fucking Finale.

Shelley was rolling, with a renewed sense of malicious competition. He mounted Finale and started laying into him with massive shots. Finale was able to shove him off and crawl towards the ramp. Shelley let him, following with a table in hand and a mean look on his face. When he felt that Finale had gotten far enough, Shelley jabbed the table into Finale’s lower back, subduing him. Shelley then set the table up and took hold of his opponent. He climbed up on top of the table with him and attempted to put Finale through with the Stripper’s Real Name, however Finale spun it around, evaded a strike and Shelley was sent through the table with his own Junk Yard Jam out of nowhere! Both men laid in the rubble, bloodied and banged up.

Finale – 2
Shelley – 3
Time: 3:44

The Buffalo Butcher wasted no time, immediately eyeing to sets of scaffolds off to the side of the stage. He quickly went to work, setting up two tables and then two on top of the originals, in order to make a massive stack. This took time and allowed Shelley a moment to recover. When Finale came back for him, Shelley picked up an entrance ramp light and smashed Finale in the face with it, busting the side of his head open even more. Shelley then took him and planted him with a ddt, right into another light! The light shot out sparks and smoke, Finale rolling on to his back. His face showed multiple glass punctures and the blood came quickly.

Linzi Martin: Is he insane!?!

Larry Gordon: Gabe Shelley just nearly killed Finale! He could have electrecuted him. However he may have just ended this match. Finale has less than three minutes to win this match!

Shelley then got Finale up and hit him with a right hand to put him down to a knee. Bloodied and barely able to see, Finale watched as Shelley backed up laughing, climbing the scaffolding. He then sat their cross legged. He was battered, bloodied but not broken, smiling at Finale as if to say ‘Come get me.’ Super Shredder slowly got up and looked at the clock. He then looked over at the O.G.S.F.C. section and they were all now flipping him off. He smirked and went after Shelley.

Once atop the scaffolding, Shelley met Finale with a big knee to the face. Shelley called out to his fans once more, a bloody mess. They cheered him on as he pointed at Finale, then at the four table stack. He then obliged and set Finale up for the reVolt but Finale wiggled out and landed behind him. Finale attempted the Stripper’s Real Name but Shelley was able to back flip out of it. However Finale shoved something into Shelley’s face, taking him back.

Larry Gordon: That was a glass shard from the broken stage light!

Linzi Martin: Oh karma is a bitch Shelley!

Finale launched a ‘fuck you’ spit glob into the crowd and then set Shelley up. He walked a little bit and then came off the 20 foot scaffolding with the Stripper’s Real Name through four tables! The crowd gasped and sighed as their dreams of victory literally shattered into a million pieces.

Finale – 6
Shelley – 3
Time: 0:16

Jenny Jersey: Here is your winner, Finale!

‘Whatever Happened to my Rock N’ Roll’ cues up and EMT’s rush onto the scene. Finale was up to his feet after a few moments, a referee holding his hand high. Finale then shoved the ref off and stumbled to the back, but not before taking one more satisfied look at Shelley’s broken body.

Linzi Martin: What an insane match! And look, it’s Finale who is walking away.

Larry Gordon: Gabe Shelley looks like he is in rough shape here. You never want to see this.

Linzi Martin: He knew what he signed up for. That’s what happens when you face a butcher.

Larry Gordon: Wow. Finale’s Fan Club might actually be worse than Shelley’s…

Linzi Martin: You’re calling me an entire club? Is that a fat joke? Are you calling me fat?

Larry Gordon: …

Cut.

*****Mystery Tournament: The End*****
*****$100,000 & The Number One Contender’s Cup*****

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is the FINALS of the MYSTERY TOURNAMENT! Introducing first… from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing two-hundred and sixty-five pounds… Led to the ring by Hugh Aredone and Rocky Logan… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME” JUSTIN CASE!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

“Victory” by P Diddy and Company hits the P.A. Out comes “The Millennium Game” Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side while he raises his oh so talented arms in the very talented air! Case struts down the ramp as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind, followed then by Rocky Logan, enforcer extraordinaire. He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavor. Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand. Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match pulling on the upper rope as his music ends. Then we fade outside.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his opponent…

HUGE MEGAPOP!

A huge vagina stands outside of the entrance to the Madison Square Garden arena, very similar to the last promo shot by Bubba J for his match against Justin Case. It needs to be mentioned that this huge vagina can talk and that there are two others standing behind him as though they are vagina guards.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Justin Case and I want to show the entire world that Bubba J is correctly stating that I am a huge pussy, but not only a huge pussy, but a hugely smelly and whiny pussy!”

The people are giving this huge vagina a wide area as he walks and speaks, but there are some that are listening. Also, its obviously not Justin Case but instead the Ragin’ Redneck himself, Bubba J.

“I walk around and claim Bubba J to be Bubba Gay, but in fact, I know that he’ll kick my ass either way because I’m a hugely overused smelly and whiny pussy that can’t win a match. Since I can’t win a match, I must resort to stating that I was given wins by Larry Gordon and have never once earned an actual win here in Rebel Pro, nor a single Rebel Pro title.”

At the mention of titles, the huge vagina off to the left picks up three large belts(made of cardboard) and places them on first the Justin Case vagina and then on Rocky’s “lips.”

“As you can see, these belts are nothing but cardboard which I have proclaimed that is all that myself and my partner Randy Raunchy Logan are able to have. Not to mention, Hugely Vagina, bring my damn Aggression Card… I mean Title belt.”

The one that brought the first belts places one more on it’s other “lip”.

“And now, I am proclaiming that I should be Aggression Champion because Jaice Wilds interfered with my match, costing me a real championship, the first in my career, and therefore is possibly a bigger pussy than I am.”

He stops for a moment.

“Change that, no one is a bigger pussy than myself, Justin Case. But I will continue to defend Larry Gordon and will remain Cardboard Champion of the world until that time that I actually get a bit of talent instead of always proclaiming to be talented… when I’m nothing more than a huge whiny and bitchy pussy. Until that time folks, I will continue to be scared of Bubba J and I know that next time I call him Bubba Gay, he’ll kick my lips down my vagina hole.”

We hear a muttering type ring from in between the lips and then a curse.

“Fuck!”

The Justin Case vagina turns and runs into the arena.

“Damn, too much making fun of Justin Case, forgot the time.”

The people are laughing outside, thinking of a vagina saying “fuck.” They head on by and we cut back to watch the huge vagina running down the hallway. Vincent Black steps from a doorway, and immediately begins to laugh.

“Thanks Vincent, I lost track of time in this huge vagina.”

Both snicker and then bust out laughing, Bubba J rushing down the hallway and into position as his music hits up loud in the arena.

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”

The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, from the dark hole that is between the two lips. The crowd laughs at his mockery of Justin Case.

“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”

He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

He sticks one arm through the hole and slips off the costume, which looked really weird to see an arm coming through that hole, let me tell you. Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bubba J then steps over to his corner, facing the entrance ramp and waiting on the damn match to begin.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!
Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bubba J then steps over to his corner, facing Case and waiting on the damn match to begin.

DING DING

LARRY GORDON: Well, this is it! The finals of the Mystery Tournament!

LINZI MARTIN: Bubba J, the consummate brawler and Justin Case, arguably the best athlete in REBEL Pro history.

LARRY GORDON: The story of their careers is basically the story of REBEL Pro Wrestling. Former world champions! I’m ready for this one!
Bubba J and Justin Case circle each other. But neither locks up. Instead, they stop and stare at each other. Then they leave the ring and each grab a steel chair. Without a word spoken, we have a chair duel! The fans pop as they circle each other, chairs in hand! Bubba with a swing but Case moves out of the way. Case with a jab but Bubba moves out of the way. Bubba with a kick to Case’s abs! He swings the chair down, but Case blocks it! Case with a kick to Bubba’s gut! He swings the chair… Bubba ducks! Case drops his chair and immediately belly-to-back suplexes Bubba on it!

LARRY GORDON: Well, right there, you see, that’s Justin Case’s technical expertise winning out over the Ragin’ Redneck!

LINZI MARTIN: But it’s Bubba J, the most resilient man in this company!

Bubba flails around, holding his back. Case stalks him. Bubba with a chair huck—Case falls! Bubba gets up and throws Case into the corner. The fans go nuts as Bubba lands wild haymaker after wild haymaker each somehow connecting at the last possible second. Then Bubba throws his shoulder into the Just 2 Talented midsection. Again! And again! Again! And a final haymaker—the wildest of all—sends Case slumping in the corner. Bubba grabs the rope and starts stomping a mudhole in the sonbitch!

Bubba stops for a moment to look out at his cheering fans and to catch his breath. When he turns back, Case is slowly crawling away. Bubba climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Case slowly gets to his feet… but knocked down by a big axhandle! Bubba immediately picks Case up. He whips him across the ring. Picks him up… BIG SPINEBUSTER SLAM!

COVER!

ONE! CASE ALMOST IMMEDIATELY KICKS OUT! He rolls to the outside where he counsels with Aredone and Logan.

LARRY GORDAN: What an amazing kickout! At one! I think there might be someone else up for most resilient REBEL superstar!

LINZI MARTIN: These two men want to win this tourney, even if they don’t know what the prize is. What if it’s five bucks?

LARRY GORDAN: Men can build careers by winning tournaments like this. Bubba J and Vincent Black, Hardcore Entertainment, were put on the map because of the Best of the Best tag tournament in 2008! So if either guy wins this match and this tournament, it’s a hell of a bragging right!

Bubba J tells him to get back in the ring, but Case keeps talking strategy. Finally Bubba has had enough! He grabs the steel chair and leaves the ring. Case pretends he doesn’t know Bubba is coming and mulekicks Bubba as he raises the steel chair in the air. Case grabs the chair out of his hand and whacks him across the head with it! Bubba falls to the ground but Logan and Aredone pick him up. Case grabs him and whips him into the steel guard rail! Case pulls Bubba forward… right into a big belly-to-belly on the unforgiving cement! Case looks out at the booing fans and smiles. Aredone and Logan pull a table from under the ring and set it up for Case. Case drags Bubba towards it. He hooks him for a fisherman’s suplex THROUGH THE TABLE! But Bubba elbows out of it! Bubba with a series of rights and lefts! Headbutt to Case! Headbutt to Aredone! Headbutt to Logan! Bubba with a LOW BLOW to CASE! POWER BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE—NO! NO! Case with a hurricanrana to Bubba who lands on the table. Case leaps onto the corner of the ring apron, SHOOTING STAR PRESS THROUGH THE TABLE!

LARRY GORDON: This is why I love announcing—

LINZI MARTIN: –because you get to sit for long periods of time?

LARRY GORDON: Well, there’s that. But I also get to be front row for amazing moves like that! Only here, in REBEL Pro Wrestling!

Case rolls around on the ground, holding both his groin from the low blow and his midsection from the press through the table. Bubba isn’t moving. Finally, Case gets to his feet. He rolls Bubba into the ring. COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Case locks in THE GAMEBREAKER! But somehow Bubba slides out of it and flips Case over his shoulder! Bubba with a series of elbows to Case’s forehead. Bubba gets to one knee and drops another series of elbows. He gets to both feet and drops a big elbow. Back to his feet. Another! Another! He runs off of the ropes… another big elbow! Case slowly gets to his feet but Bubba takes him down with a big spear followed by a series of punches!

LARRY GORDON: Time for a barroom brawl!

LINZI MARTIN: Bubba J trying to change the tone of the match into one he knows he can dominate!

Case kicks forward and covers Bubba with his legs!

ONE!

TWO—KICKOUT!

LARRY GORDON: And now Case flipping it back to his style!

Bubba kicks out but Case still has control of his legs. He drops a knee into Bubba’s gut! Another! A third! And an elbow into the side of his knee! He applies a kneelock, wrenching it before transitioning it into a sharpshooter!

Bubba can’t do anything but reach for a steel chair that is close by. He reaches for it. Almost gets to it. Almost gets to it… but Aredone pulls away from him! But that’s okay, there’s still a second chair! He crawls towards it, Case trying to drag him back to the center. Aredone gets to that chair—but he’s too late! Bubba grabs it! He spins around and whacks Case with the chair, simultaneously breaking the move! Bubba waits as Case falls to the ground and slowly stands up… Trailer Park Trash—no! Case pushes Bubba away! … BACK SUPLEX FROM CASE TO BUBBA! Case takes a minute to recover as Bubba crawls around. Finally Case picks Bubba up… a SECOND Back Suplex! He ROLLS THROUGH! A THIRD! A FOURTH! ON A CHAIR! The fans can’t help but cheer for that! But then it turns to boos when he covers the Ragin’ Redneck!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT!

Case picks Bubba up. Kick to the gut, headscissors, PILEDRIVER ON A CHAIR! NO! NO! Bubba reverses into a BIG BACK BODY DROP ONTO THE CHAIR! Bubba grabs the second chair. CHAIR HUCK nails Case just as he stands! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT!

Bubba lays both chairs on top of Case’s head. He climbs up the turnbuckle! FLYING ELBOW DROP! Case moves out of the way! BUT HE HITS THE CHAIRS! Case quickly picks Bubba up and hits him with a SINGLE ARM DDT TO THE WOUNDED ARM ONTO THE CHAIRS! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Case wraps one chair around Bubba’s arm. He goes to the top rope with the second chair. GUILLOTINE LEG DROP CHAIR ON CHAIR WITH THE ARM WRAPPED IN IT ALL! Bubba wakes up from the DDT to realize his arm is crushed. He screams in pain as he tries to unwrap it from the chair. As he is doing that, Case runs off of the ropes. BIG ENZUIGIRI KICK TO BUBBA! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Case picks Bubba up. WRISTLOCK SUPLEX TO THE INJURED ARM! NO! NO! Bubba reverses into a WRISTLOCK OF HIS OWN! And a HUGE short arm clothesline! Case spins around from the impact! He slowly stands and turns around. TRAILER PARK TRASH! HE NAILS IT!

COVER!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Bubba J rolls off of Justin Case, breathing heavily.

Jenny Jersey: The WINNER of the Number One Contender’s Trophy… BUBBA J!!!

Two very beautiful looking women walk down towards the ring with the Number One Contender’s Trophy and a briefcase. Bubba J gets to his feet, and is handed the trophy, which he raises high in the air.

Larry Gordon: Now Bubba gets his choice of championship to fight for. Should be very interesting!

Linzi Martin: A great match, sucks there has to only be one winner though.

Bubba opens the briefcase and is all smiles as he looks over the neat stacks of hundreds filled into the suitcase.

Larry Gordon: And he’s a much richer man too.

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*****Escape From New York*****

We fade into the backstage area where Finale sits crossed legged on an anvil case. He is wearing a long brown wig and an eyepatch while sporting a black sleeveless t-shirt, ripped jeans, commando boots and a mock rifle. Beside him is a ratty looking hipster type dressed up as Alex deLarge.

Finale: Mutt, you look fucking retarded. This is why I don’t bring you to shit like this. This is why your name is Mutt.

Mutt frowns. People always look super pathetic when they frown in costume.

Mutt: I thought it was a good idea.

Finale: If you’re 18. If you just got to college and bought your first gram of weed. You need to get a man’s costume.

Mutt: Like yours? What is tough about Captain Ron?

Finale slaps him in the face.

Finale: I’m not Captain Ron you fucking twat. I’m Snake.

Mutt: Oh because we’re in New York!

Finale: Again, you can no longer question why I don’t bring you to these things. Moving on. Did you do

what I asked you to? Out on the streets?

Mutt: Yeah yeah I got rid of all of them. Told them who they were from.

Finale: You made sure they were all Gabe Shelley fans?

Mutt: Oh ya! Lots of little kids too.

Finale cocks an eyebrow.

Finale: Okay you made that sound incredibly creepy but you have the right idea. Excellent, everything is in place.

Mutt: I’ve gotta be honest dude, I gave up on you for a bit there in BWF…

There is dramatic silence. The camera casually tightening in on their faces. Neither blinks.

Finale.Yeah. You and everybody else.

Finale then hops off of the anvil case with a satisfied grunt and stone cold expression. He then walks off but discreetly mugs obnoxiously for the camera before leaving the frame.

Mutt: Oh fuck I get it! Snake says that in-

The fake rifle flies back into frame and nails Mutt in the head, effectively cutting him off. We cut.

*****REBEL Pro Aggression/AoWF Television Championship IRON MAN Match*****
*****Johnny Maverick©(Victory!) versus Jaice Wilds(REBEL!) versus Virgil Keenan©(REBEL!)*****

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Time- 60:00

J-Mav: 0
Virgil K: 0
Jaice Dubya: 0

Johnny Maverick, Virgil Keenan and Jaice Wilds all rush each other in the center of the ring. Except Maverick expertly stops just short and backs away, as Wilds flies with a spinning heel kick towards Virgil that hits him square in the face. Virgil however catches the next leg from Jaice Wilds, and throws him to the canvas and quickly locks in a half Boston crab. Virgil applies the pressure, but scans the ring for Maverick who quickly got himself behind Virgil Keenan. Maverick climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for the right moment. Virgil keeps applying pressure with the half Boston crab but Jaice uses his other leg to wildly contort his body around and kick Virgil in the ribs and back until Virgil lets go of the hold. As Virgil does so, he turns around and is met with a stunning missile dropkick from Johnny Maverick which sends Virgil into the corner turnbuckles. Jaice Wilds however catches Maverick as Maverick basically falls down on top of him. Jaice wraps his legs around Mav’s waist, and then around Maverick’s neck to apply a submission move of his own. Virgil Keenan rushes over and hit’s a leg drop right onto Maverick, while Mav is in the midst of being choked by Jaice Wilds. What it does do though is force Jaice to pull his arms back, freeing up the VW World Champion.

Time: 55:00
Virgil: 0
Johnny: 0
Jaice: 0

Larry Gordon: This is going to be a long, and specatular match folks.

Linzi Martin: Johnny has the potential of walking out of here tonight as a Triple Champion.

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Jaice Wilds rolls away as Virgil turns his focus to Johnny Maverick. Virgil Keenan flips around Mav as he gets up, and takes him down and locks on an armbar in a familiar Mexican style wink, wink. Virgil pulls and pulls, Maverick slaps his shoulder and arm as he tries to pull himself up and out of it without hurting himself. Jaice Wilds springboards himself off the top rope, Virgil lets go of Mav and rolls out of the way as Jaice lands an asai moonsault. Maverick elbows Jaice as he lands, but the damage is still done to both men. Virgil Keenan runs over, quick and sudden elbow drop onto Jaice Wilds’ chest. Jaice cringes, but spins himself up onto his shoulders, presses his hands to the canvas, jumps up using his hands and wraps his legs around Virgil’s neck and does the weirdest and sickest fucking hurricanrana you’ve ever seen. Even Johnny smirks, and claps.

Time- 50:00
Virgil: 0
Johnny: 0
Jaice: 0

Linzi Martin: That was AMAZING!

Larry Gordon: Jaice lives up to his moniker as the Xtreme Aerialist.

Johnny Maverick doesn’t wait to pounce on Jaice as Jaice gets to his feet though, laying him out with a clothesline that sends Jaice over the top rope and to the outside. Johnny Maverick is up first again but Virgil is too and ready to get back into things. Mav grabs him by his neck and lifts him up, but the Aggression champ quickly pushes Maverick into the corner post banging Johnny’s head off of it. Keenan throws a stiff left and then tangles up with Johnny. Jaice Wilds on the outside gets to his feet and begins plotting his next move as Virgil hip tosses to the corner. Jaice strains as he lifts up the top half off the steel steps and slides it into the ring behind Virgil and Johnny. Johnny Maverick sees Jaice coming with the steel steps and flips himself from the corner turnbuckle, up and over, double kicking Virgil in the face as he does so. Johnny hops out onto the outside, Virgil is stunned for a moment as he stumbles back. BANG! Jaice Wilds cracks the steel steps over the back of Virgil’s head. Virgil hit’s the canvas and Jaice lifts the steel steps up one more time. Johnny goes under the ring to look for weaponry. Jaice drops the steel steps RIGHT onto Virgil‘s face. Virgil throws his arms up at the last second, but it‘s too late and his face just got made to look like a hotdog that was microwaved for way too long. Jaice covers, pushing down on Virgil with the steel steps as well for added weight.

1!

Johnny comes back from under the ring, a thick steel chain in hand.

2!!

Virgil seems ready to kick out, but Jaice now throws his feet up against the middle ropes and uses them as further leverage.

3!!!

DING DING DING

Time: 45:25

Jaice: 1
Virgil: 0
Johnny: 0

Linzi Martin: Wilds scores the first pinfall of the iron man match!

Larry Gordon: if nothing else happens in this match Jaice will be pretty happy.

Maverick hops onto the ring apron and from there he whips the steel chain out towards Jaice, lassoing Wilds and pulling him down to the canvas with it. Virgil rolls away, holding his head. Virgil’s mask is ripped only a bit, but his blood does more than enough to keep his face covered. Johnny launches himself into the ring with a moonsault, lands on Jaice, and then keeps rolling with it and rolls away from Jaice. He snaps Jaice up and forward with the chain, which now has a lethal grip around Jaice Wilds’ neck. Virgil Keenan rolls right out of the ring, cussing out the referee as he searches for weapons of his own now.

Linzi Martin: Shit’s about to get REBEL Pro in this mothafucka.

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Johnny Maverick seems like he’s toying with Jaice as every time Jaice gets to his feet, Mav yanks the chain and pulls him to the canvas. Jaice grabs onto the chain as Mav pulls it closer and closer towards himself, wrapping it around his fists and arms. Jaice Wilds is on his feet near Maverick, his hands wrapped around the chain that is a vice grip over his neck. Maverick swings with both fists, Jaice does a flip and jumps out of the way.

Larry Gordon: Oh boy, there’s Virgil.

Time: 39:99
Virgil: 0
Johnny: 0
Jaice: 1

Linzi Martin: And he’s got a bag of goodies!

Virgil lays out an entire bag of thumbtacks all around one side of the ring and hops up onto the apron. Mav with another takedown attempt on Jaice, but Jaice again uses his feline agility to literally flip himself over Johnny Maverick in stunning fashion, wrapping the last part of the chain around Johnny’s neck now. Jaice begins to get himself free of the chain around his neck but Johnny Maverick gets back to his feet and snaps him back to the canvas. Virgil from the apron however grabs onto Maverick from behind… Full Nelson Suplex from the apron to the outside of the ring! Maverick and Virgil both land hard on the thumbtacks, but Johnny gets the worst of it. Jaice gets snapped back and forth again like a rag doll in the midst of this and hit’s the canvas, choked out and coughing, desperate for air. Virgil slides back into the ring and hoists Jaice up with the chain, whipping it around and smashing it over his head before grabbing Jaice as he falls… hammerlock DDT right onto the steel steps!!! Virgil covers!

1!

Johnny gets to his feet.

2!!

This time, Virgil throws his feet against the ropes to use them as extra leverage!

3!!!

Johnny swats Virgil’s feet away, but it’s too late.

DING DING DING

Time- 34:56
Jaice: 1
Virgil: 1
Johnny: 0

Larry Gordon: Looks like the REBEL Pro guys tied it up amongst themselves.

Johnny gets into the ring and as Virgil gets up, ANOTHER BODY MURDERED ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! The crowd goes NUTS!

1!
Linzi Martin: Spoke too soon?!

2!!

Johnny smirks as he puts his feet on the ropes, using them as added leverage.

3!!!

DING DING DING

Time- 34:22
Johnny: 1
Virgil: 1
Jaice: 1

Larry Gordon: Now everyone’s got one.

Johnny Maverick sits up, then hooks both the legs on Virgil Keenan once again.

1!

Linzi Martin: Johnny going for another one!!!

2!!

Jaice Wilds lifts the chain up and whips Johnny across the back with it, breaking the pin. Jaice however isn’t done treating Johnny like a Christian in ancient Rome, as he continues to whip him across the back with the steel chain as Maverick tries to get away. Virgil Keenan takes the moment to get himself around to Jaice and he grabs Jaice from behind, rolling him up in a schoolboy!

1!

2!!

Virgil pulls on the tights!

THR- NO! Maverick with the save!

Maverick dropkicks Virgil into the corner. Maverick picks up those steel steps and rams Virgil Keenan in the corner, crushing him between them. Maverick climbs up onto the middle rope, punching Virgil in the face. Jaice Wilds is out of the ring now, and he’s grabbing some tables leftover from the Finale and Gabe Shelley match.

Time: 25:00
All Tied at 1

Linzi Martin: Jaice is up to some shenanigans outside.

Larry Gordon: Yeah but I think Johnny should probably pay more attention to what’s happening where he is…

Virgil Keenan grabs onto Johnny’s waist and lifts him up in the midst of the beat down, and takes Johnny out with a sit out power bomb! Johnny’s head however clips the edge of the steel steps on the way down, and his head snaps against his own chest and stays pushed against it as Virgil holds for the pin.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jaice looks up, flabbergasted and fucking pissed off as he hops up onto the apron.

Time- 23:06
Virgil: 2
Johnny: 1
Jaice: 1

Linzi Martin: That awkward landing looks like it hurt Maverick a lot more than that move normally would have.

Larry Gordon: That goes without saying. Johnny is known for concussions, hopefully he hasn’t sustained another one here as a result of that sit out power bomb.

Jaice Wilds on the apron, jumps up onto the top rope and runs alongside it as Virgil is to his feet. Jaice with a springboard super kick sends Virgil to the canvas! He covers!

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Virgil Keenan head butts Jaice Wilds and then grabs him around the waist, lifting both Jaice and himself up! Virgil has Jaice Wilds in a bear hug of all things, and Virgil Keenan clearly finds this incredibly amusing because Jaice is a tiny Brazilian man with no where to go now. Johnny is barely moving, but he does nod to the referee that he isn’t totally KO’d. Jaice Wilds begins wailing with punches on Virgils bloodied face, and it begins to work as finally Virgil Keenan lets go. Virgil stumbles into the ropes, and Jaice Wilds rushes him. Virgil drops, pulling the top rope down with him and this sends Jaice over but only to the apron. Virgil grapples Jaice on the apron and tries to suplex him back into the ring, but there’s Johnny! Johnny low blows Virgil Keenan, and it weakens him enough to let Jaice attempt a suplex of his own. Virgil gets lifted up off the ground but he wiggles his feet around and grounds himself once more. The second time Jaice goes for it however, Johnny Maverick grabs Virgil by the feet mid-air and launches him forward, sending both Jaice Wilds and Virgil Keenan to the outside and right through two tables Jaice Wilds had set up! Everyone is in a bloody heap, but Maverick isn’t finished as he lifts up the steel steps and puts them onto the top rope. Maverick climbs the top turnbuckle, holding onto the steel steps.

Time- 17:31

Larry Gordon: Wow only 17 minutes left? Feels like this match hasn’t really been going on for almost an hour. I guess that’s just how entertaining it’s been.

Linzi Martin: I figure with Anna in the building, time and space itself has been warped.

Johnny stands on the top turnbuckle, already still wobbly from the after effects of that power bomb. He hoists it up and then chucks it down towards Virgil and Jaice. Jaice manages to get out of the way but Virgil, sadly, does not. It pancakes him as Johnny follows it up with a shooting star press that dazzles the crowd and punctuates terrible pain for Virgil. Johnny hurts himself terribly though on the strike and Jaice capitalizes, lifting Johnny up and throwing him into the ring. Jaice is quick to move, climbing up to the top rope and… AERIAL ACE!!!!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Larry Gordon: Whoa!

Time- 15:00
Jaice: 2
Virgil: 2
Johnny: 1

Linzi Martin: And the REBELs tie up again. This could be bad for Johnny.

Jaice Wilds covers Johnny again.

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Maverick knees Jaice in the gut and throws him off of himself. Maverick gets to his feet, almost to the effect of a second wind pushing him forward. Jaice Wilds scrambles, BANG! ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Jaice hit’s the canvas, Johnny’s quick to go for the high risk… EPIC FAIL ON JAICE WILDS!!!

HE COVERS!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Time- 13:12
All Tied At 2

And now… Nothing. Everyone is down and out, seemingly catching their breath. The match has shown it’s toll on all three men. Johnny rolls out of the ring, and hit’s the ground hard. Virgil is only just now showing signs that he totally isn’t dead and Jaice Wilds looks around at the arena ceiling, dazed and confused. Johnny pulls himself in underneath the ring as Virgil Keenan climbs up onto the ring apron, and then pulls himself into the ring. He throws himself on the downed Jaice.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Virgil rolls off of Jaice, looking up at the clock and the score. He pulls himself up and makes an inaudible quip at the referee, which gives Jaice enough time to pull a schoolboy roll up on Virgil!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! NO!!! VIRGIL KEENAN KICKS OUT! BAH GAWD!!!

Larry Gordon: This is getting down to the wire now, folks.

Linzi Martin: And here’s JOHNNY!

Johnny emerges from underneath the ring, both his legs wrapped in barbed wire as he slides in. Jaice and Virgil both team up and try to take him out. THE TONY JAA ON JAICE WILDS!!! Jaice is all bloody as fuck too cause of it as he spins around and hit’s the canvas. Virgil Keenan goes for a collar elbow tie up to slow Johnny down before he can gain any further momentum, Johnny strikes him in the ribs and chest with successive knees and Virgil steps back, in pain. Johnny Maverick climbs up to the top rope but Virgil rushes towards him, BURNING HAMMER!!! BURNING HAMMER ON JOHNNY MAVERICK!!! VIRGIL HAS IT! BUT Virgil is too weakened to go for the pin immediately! Jaice is down! Virgil is down! Johnny is down!

Time- 6:42
All Tied Up At 2

Larry Gordon: These men have given it their all, what more can you expect from such a high stakes match?

Linzi Martin: YEAH! REBEL Pro! FUCK YEAH!

The clock is ticking… Finally, Virgil throws himself over Johnny.

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! JAICE BREAKS IT UP AT THE LAST SECOND! Jaice Wilds pulls himself to his feet and climbs up top one more time… AERIAL ACE ON JOHNNY MAVERICK!!! One problem! Johnny rolls out of the way, and puts his legs up. Jaice’s chest gets torn by barbs and he rolls out of the ring, bleeding, and in much pain.

Time- 1:00
All Tied At 2

Virgil Keenan is up first now, and he lifts Maverick up by his neck. Virgil goes to put Johnny away with a double armed DDT, again focusing on the head and neck. But Johnny flips himself forward, double kicking Virgil in the face and has the fans going nuts at his own agility. Virgil stumbles forward… ANOTHER BODY MURDERED!!! Johnny falls to his knees, breathing heavily. He covers.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Time: :25

Johnny: 3
Virgil: 2
Jaice: 2

The clock begins winding down, as Johnny rolls out of the ring and falls to the outside.

10!

9!

8!

7!

6!

5!

4!

3!

2!

1!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner and STILL AoWF Television Champion, and NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW REBEL PRO AGGRESSION CHAMPION… JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

The REBEL Pro fans are going nuts, cheering wildly. Which would seem ridiculous since a Victory guy just won a REBEL belt, but Johnny is a REBEL Pro alumni and there is much love for this REBEL Icon here tonight. The fans at ringside all hug and slap Johnny on the back as he leans against the barricade, holding up the AoWF Television title.

Larry Gordon: What a hard fought match.

Linzi Martin: Yeah. It’d be nice to actually give Johnny the Aggression title but you know… PWA assholes stole it.

*****A Call To Arms*****

He’s pissed.

Shawn West: I, uh…

West, usually calm, cool and collected is a bit rattled as he sits across from Simon Kalis.

Shawn West: I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.

Kalis takes a drag off his cigarette and nods sombrely.

Simon Kalis: Well. I am. I am when you have PWA scum stealing our belts. Attacking our people. I’m here. Watching. Listening. Jerking off to Anna Mathews promo videos.

Kalis leans in, he seems pretty serious.

Simon Kalis: I’m fucking here.

West pours himself a glass of Jack Daniels and nods.

Shawn West: To be fair, you started it.

Simon Kalis: Phoenix did, actually. But we’ll pretend like you didn’t just say that.

Shawn West: So… What’re we gonna do?

Simon Kalis: You’ll stay here. Drinking your liver away. As for the rest of us?

Kalis pauses for a moment, if only for dramatic flare.

Simon Kalis: We’ll show them what REBELs do when people steal from us.

Kalis raises his own glass of whiskey up, in toast. But not at West… But to the camera.

Simon Kalis: Cheers, motherfuckers.

As we fade, Gold sits up and wipes his nose clean.

Jeremy Gold: Oh god here come the guns.

*****REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship Match*****
*****Mikey Massacre versus Lisa Seldon©*****

Lisa opens up her offense by crossing the ring and blasting Massacre between the eyes with a Yakuza Kick to send him back to the corner. Mikey gets his hands up but Lisa goes to the body with a series of lefts and rights before dropping low and taking him down with a Leg Sweep. Lisa then hops back up, steps forward and shatters his face with a knee, rattling it back against the middle turnbuckle.

Lisa pulls Mikey up and into a clinch, where she sticks a few knees in his gut. She then pushes him away and steps forward with a Push Kick, but Mikey catches her leg, reels her in and then flattens her with a Clothesline. Lisa lands hard with the wind knicked out of her, allowing Massacre to pull her up by an arm and drag her right into a Belly to Belly Suplex that sends her across the ring and leaves her balled up in the corner.

Mikey gives Lisa a chance to right herself before charging across the ring, only to run straight into her heel as she gets a foot up in the way. Never one to give up, Mikey charges her again only for Lisa to roll out of the way. She then springs up to her feet just as Mikey turns, and leaps straight up into an Overhead Kick which cracks across the back of his head. Mikey slumps in the corner and Lisa pulls herself up, only for Mikey to catch her from behind and drop her with a Bulldog. Lisa then rolls to the apron but Mikey keeps going, jumping back to his feet and landing another one on nobody for good measure, and then a third to seal the deal. A particularly vocal sect of the roster hoot and hollar for his antics.

Mikey lunges at the ropes but Lisa gets up and drives a shoulder into his midsection. Mikey staggers back and Lisa gives him a push before running to the corner and up the fastenings. She then throws herself backwards toward the ring, catches Mikey about the head and impales to the mat with a Spike DDT. Mikey flops over to his back and Lisa drops into a cover.

1

2

Larry Gordon: No, Mikey throws up an arm.

Linzi Martin: It’s still way too early to put that idiot away.

Lisa gets Mikey up and pushes him into the ropes before blasting him with a hard kick through the ribs. Lisa then crosses the ring and shoots herself back, only for Mikey to step forward and flatten her out with a Drop Toe-Hold. Mikey then spins around it as Lisa jumps up, allowing him to catch her in a Front Facelock and quickly drag her up into a Suplex. Lisa fights back however and sticks a knee into the top of his head, allowing her to loosen his grip and drop back to the mat. Lisa then steps forward for a high Roundhouse Kick, but Mikey sees it coming and steps forward, catching her leg over his shoulder and wrapping the rest of her up. Lisa looks for an out but Mikey tightens his grip and drops back, sending her across the ring on the end of a Capture Suplex and tumbling out to the floor.

Lisa gets up but Mikey is waiting for her, and crosses the ring before throwing himself between the ropes like a Bullet, catching her in the gut with a Tope and sending them both spilling back up the entrance way before they collapse to a heap on the floor.

Mikey is first up and throws a hand in the air, which is met with boos, save for the Rebel Pro faithful who do their best to sound the rest of the crowd out. Mikey then gets Lisa to her feet, drags her straight up and then splatters her across the floor with a Vertical Suplex.

Mikey gets Lisa back up and dumps her in the ring before sliding in himself and laying on a cover.

1

2

Linzi Martin: And this time Lisa shoots out of the move.

Mikey steps back and let’s Lisa get to her feet, though occasionally giving her a few taunting kicks as she pulls herself up. Mikey then turns her to face him and pushes her against the ropes, allowing her to bounce back a step and walk right into a Forearm that rattles her jaw. Lisa drops to a knee and Mikey pulls her up for a second, backing up this time before lunging into the move, only to step right into a Palm Strike that sends the spit flying across the ring. Mikey turns the other way and Lisa kicks out his legs, putting him to his knees and allowing Lisa to get a foot on the back of his head, and ride it to the ground as she crushes it against the mat.

Mikey rolls as Lisa crosses the ring, kicks off the second rope and catapults herself back into a no hands Asai Moonsault, knocking the wind out of both of them and leaving Massacre flat on his back as she hoosks a leg.

Larry Gordon: Echo Effect! And she covers.

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Linzi Martin: But once again Mikey gets his shoulders off the mat.

Lisa gets Mikey up again and blasts him with a series of strikes, ending when she turns and catches him in the gut with a Solbut to double him over. Lisa then leaps onto his back and ties up an arm between her legs while grabbing hold of the other. Mikey stands on instinct and Lisa snaps to the side with him, planting him into the canvas with a Crucifix Driver.

Larry Gordon: Mikey hits hard and Lisa holds on.

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Linzi Martin: Mikey is out at two!

Larry Gordon: He’s still got her on his shoulders.

Mikey rolls through onto his knees and then stands straight up, taking Lisa with him and into a Standing Fireman’s Carry. Lisa tries to elbow her way out but Mikey stops this by heading for the nearest corner and smashing her into the turnbuckle. Mikey then steps back and pushes Lisa up, but Lisa adjusts in midair and lands on his shoulders. Lisa then holds on and drops an elbow on the top of his head before snapping back and sending Massacre into the corner with a Hurricanrana, then leaves him head over heels and strung up on the ropes.

Lisa sees Massacre hung up and rolls into the opposite corner and to her feet. She then crosses the ring, leaps into the air and smashes him with a Dropkick between the eyes, while crushing his head against the ropes. Lisa then pulls him out and jumps on the cover.

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Linzi Martin:And Mikey is out again!

Lisa leaves Mikey on the mat and quickly hops up to the top-rope, she pushes herself into the air and throws her knees up high.

Larry Gordon: The Horror Pop!

Lisa lands and rolls through as Mikey ducks out of the way and gets to his feet. Lisa then comes up and turns but Mikey steps under her and puts her to the mat with a Back-Bodydrop. Lisa lands hard and rolls through again, only to walk into a Hiptoss and then a second which flattens her out and allows Mikey to finish with an Elbow Drop, stuck deep in her chest. Mikey then drops into a pin.

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Linzi Martin: And this time it’s Lisa pushing her way free.

Lisa fights up to her feet and sticks a few shots in his gut to send Massacre away, only for him to grab her by the hair, throw her back and smash her head off the canvas. Mikey punches himself in the head a few times as he talks around Lisa, waiting for her to get up before pulling her into an Arm-Wringer. Mikey measures it and sizes up a punch, but waits too long, allowing Lisa to whip up a leg and catch him between the eyes. Mikey goes back and Lisa swarms, rushing with a flying knee before drilling him with punches that send him to her left and right into another brutal High Kick that cracks him between the eyes. Lisa has him on the run but charges, only to walk straight into a Haymaker right hand that sends her reeling.

Mikey turns Lisa around and drags her into a Standing Kataha-Jime before leaning back and tossing her across the ring with the Suplex.

Larry Gordon: Mannyplex.

The fans rise though as Lisa lands on her feet while Mikey falls to his back. Massacre then sits up as Lisa steps forward.

Linzi Martin: The Killer!

Lisa throws out a leg but Mikey hears it coming and catches it before spinning her around in front of him and sending her across the ring. Mikey then jumps up as Lisa comes to face him and shoots with a Dropkick, but catches nothing but the air as Lisa ducks under. Lisa then jumps straight up and points her heels at his face, only for Mikey to roll out of the way. Massacre then throws himself to his feet and into the air with another Dropkick, only for Lisa to push his feet aside and send him to the mat again. Mikey lands on all fours and Lisa snaps forward for a Punt Kick, but Mikey lifts his head out of the way and catches her with a School Boy Roll-Up.

Larry Gordon: Cover? No, she rolls through.

Mikey pushes Lisa to get to her feet as he jumps up, takes to the air and finally connects with a Dropkick that sends her to the ropes. Lisa then bounces back and walks right into a second, before Mikey jumps up, throws himself at the air and lands a Dropkick on no one at all. This time he lands on his knees and beats his chest like a Gorilla before slamming his head into the canvas, much to the excitement of the fans.

Linzi Martin: Mikey is all fired up!

Mikey grabs Lisa by the hair and thrusts her into the corner, where he grinds her down with a series of brutal shots before forcing her up onto the ropes. Mikey then steps after her and into a Front Facelock while forcing Lisa to her feet on the top-rope. Lisa throws a few punches at his ribs but Mikey shrugs them off, steps to the top and throws both of them at the ring, where they shatter on the end of a huge Superplex.

Larry Gordon: Everplex! And he crushes both of them with the move!

The ref moves to count but Mikey fights his way up, throwing himself at the ropes and then dragging to his feet. A call of his name rings loud through the arena, and pushes him to fight on as he collapses into the turnbuckle.

Linzi Martin: He’s not covering.

Larry Gordon: He’s going for the big finish.

Mikey clambers the ropes and then turns, perching himself on the top and taking just a second to steady his balance. He then stands straight up, coils and then fires himself into the air, gaining tremendous height as he pushes up and then fires toward the ring.

Linzi Martin: The Sellout!

Mikey spreads his body and drops like a brick, only to land across the knees of Lisa Seldon, who gets them up and sends himself stumbling around the ring.

Mikey comes back to Lisa and swings, but she swings herself under and brings a leg after her, catching across the side of the head and sending him back, and right into range as Lisa spins, throws out her leg digs it straight in under his jaw with a Superkick, just lifting him off the mat before he drops to a knee. Finally, Lisa steps forward, kicks off his leg and throws out a Shining Yakuza Kick, crushing his face against her heel before letting him slump in a heap. Lisa meanwhile lands on her feet and then drops down to her knees on top of him for a cover.

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Larry Gordon: What!?

Linzi Martin: No! He fights through the pain!

Mikey claws his way up, much to Lisa’s chagrin, and walks right into another swooping kick that comes up over and rattles the back of his head as he settles on all fours. Lisa then pulls him up into the Clinch and rips a knee through his jaw, and then fires off a second, only for Mikey to catch her leg. Mikey then stands up, leans forward and smashes her off the floor with a Sidewalk Slam. Lisa rolls through though, pushes to her feet, runs forward and rips through his face again with a Yakuza Kick, sending him back to the ropes. Mikey bounces back and Lisa stumbles forward with another, only for Mikey to get his hands up and spin her away. Mikey then catches her around the waist and easily drags her into the air.

Larry Gordon: Murder Backdrop!

But Lisa drops out behind, landing on all fours and quickly jumping back to her feet. Mikey tries to turn but Lisa moves to face, leaping up, twisting her body and shattering her heel across the back of his head to send him to the mat.

Linzi Martin: The Death! And it connects!

Mikey drops dead on all fours and Lisa lands in a heap, but quickly rights herself by grabbing hold of the ropes and pulling herself up. Lisa then snaps forward, tearing through his face with a Punt Kick that forces his head straight, blood dripping from a wound on his head from the series of shots.

Lisa then turns to face him, snaps out a leg and buries a Roundhouse Kick in the side of his head, cracking it wide open and dropping him to the floor. Lisa then falls onto the cover.

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3!!!

DING DING DING

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Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match and STILL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. LISA SELDON!!!!!

The crowd here in Madison Square Garden gives Lisa a standing ovation, as the referee raises her hand with the championship. Mikey Massacre holds his head, in pain and perhaps disbelief as well as Lisa drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring, gingerly making her way back up the ramp.

Larry Gordon: Lisa does it once more, and the Seldontastic Era of REBEL Pro continues!

Linzi Martin: We’re out of time folks, see you next week for Aggression!

The camera shows one last shot of the Champion of Everything, as she exits stage left and we fade…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Bobby Lee defeats Jeremy Gold, thus Gold becomes the sole Fecal Beagle Champion.
Taboo and Hostile get arrested, the match never happens cause they just beat the shit out of each other.
Vincent Black defeats Anna Mathews in a wild one.
Finale defeats Gabe Shelley, in the ultimate tables match.
Bubba J defeats Justin Case, to win $100,000 cash and the Number One Contender’s Trophy
Johnny Maverick defeats Virgil Keenan & Jaice Wilds to retain the AoWF TV title, and win the Aggression title.
Lisa Seldon defeats Mikey Massacre, and there is seemingly no end to Lisa’s REBEL Pro.

*****Rampage: The Empire Strikes Back*****

Voice: SONUVA BITCH!! BUBBA!!

The camera comes up backstage, where Vincent Black kneels over a bloodied Bubba J. Bubba is dazed and near unconscious, while various personnel make their way over.

EMT: What happened?

Vincent looks at the EMT, irritated.

Vincent Black: Bubba ate one too many candy bars and went into insulin shock. What the fuck do you think happened, jackass?!

The EMT checks Bubba’s vitals, nodding to a nearby medical attendant.

EMT: Stable pulse, labored breathing. Minimal blood loss, multiple blunt force wounds to the face, abdomen and legs. Nothing to indicate immediate danger; but call an ambulance so we can get him scanned.

The attendant grabs a phone from his pocket as Vincent looks on, angered and confused. He bends down, speaking into Bubba’s ear.

Vincent: I’m gonna find the son of a bitch responsible for this and make the bastard pay. Mark my words, Bubba.

The EMT and the attendant load Bubba up on a stretcher, and begin to haul him off. Vincent starts to turn, but notices a small envelope near the spot he found Bubba. He picks it up, looking it over before shoving it in his pocket and walking off towards the locker room.

*****Man The Battle Stations*****

Sirens blare, red lights like spotlights scanning the office. Jeremy Gold runs circles before being tripped to the ground by REBEL’s mysterious yet well dressed new General Manager, Shawn West.

Shawn West: Stop being an idiot.

Gold pouts as he looks up from the ground.

Jeremy Gold: We’re being attacked! We’re under fire! Duck, cover! Run!

Rupert the Kangaroo finally perks up and stomps his big feet in a single hop. Gold panics, crawling to a corner.

Jeremy Gold: I’m not as brave as you!!!

Rupert The Kangaroo shakes his head. What a smart ass.

Shawn West: Don’t you have a match coming up?

Gold gets to his feet and dusts himself off.

Jeremy Gold: Uh. Yeah.

Shawn West: You go do that. Leave any fallout from PWA to me.

Gold sobs as he leaves for the ring.

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match*****
*****Jeremy Gold versus Bobby Lee©*****

Larry Gordon: Oh boy, someone’s got some explaining to do.

Linzi Martin: This is about to get confusing, isn’t it?

*****Jimmy Henderson versus Jaice Wilds*****

Larry Gordon: Well folks, here it is. Jimmy Henderson takes on…

Before Larry can finish, Jaice Wilds comes flying onto the entrance ramp completely bloodied and battered.

Linzi Martin: What the hell is going on?!

Virgil Keenan stomps down hard on Jaice Wilds who manages to fight back, kicking Virgil in the gut before getting to his feet. Jaice Wilds launches himself into the air to the astonishment of the crowd! He’s about to go for a hurricanrana, but he can’t send Keenan flying. Instead Keenan screws Wilds up and Wilds ends up on Virgil’s shoulders, in a bad position. Virgil Keenan yells out, and then takes Jaice Wilds to a five foot drop through a table off the stage with his Burning Hammer!!!!

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Linzi Martin: BAH GAWD LARRY!

Larry Gordon: You can say that again! Virgil just killed himself and Jaice Wilds!

Linzi Martin: I uh. I don’t think we’ll be seeing this match.

EMT’s rush over to check on Jaice Wilds. Virgil Keenan is up on his own steam, but he obviously also hurt himself a bit on that wild move! He looks down at Jaice and scoffs as he walks off, brushing himself off.

Larry Gordon: I think you’re right Linzi.

*****Rampage 2: War Plan Fuchsia*****

Rocky Logan: So what’s the plan on this Keenan kid? We gonna tear him a new one, maybe you make a beeline for the winner at Hell-O-Ween?

The camera finds the Case Filed Rockets in their locker room, Justin suiting up for his match against the Aggression Champion. The Millenium Game smiles, shaking his head.

Justin Case: If you want to chill ringside, I’m more than happy to have you watching me. But I’ll be so busy kicking Virgil’s face in, I probably won’t even realize you’re still around.

Rocky Logan: Yeah. Hell, I’ll go ahead and join on commentary. Give the fans at home some info on the Millenium Game, the Case Filed Rockets, and a little info on how we’re going to be the Tag Team Champions come Hell O Ween.

CFR slap five, Justin tying his headband on. He starts toward a side room, looking back to his partner.

Justin Case: I gotta take a leak, bro. Suit up; there’s fun to be had.

Justin walks off, closing the door a bit behind him. Logan opens his locker, sliding his t-shirt off and grabbing a white shirt. He turns, going to place the t-shirt in his gym bag. It’s at this point he realizes he’s not alone.

Rocky Logan: What th…

He doesn’t finish the sentence, as a foreign object comes down and knocks him out. A hooded figure picks up the dead weight of Rocky Logan, quickly shoving him into his locker and closing it before running to the door. The door to the side room Justin was just in starts to open, and Justin is cheesing.

Justin Case: You ready t…

He notices that Rocky is gone, and notes the slightly open locker room door.

Justin Case: He’s crazy. Not even in the match, and he’s already darting out to the ring. Great guy, great guy.

Justin picks up his shades, placing them over his eyes as he strolls out the door… not noticing the small envelope left on the floor behind him…

*****Interfed Awesomeness!*****
*****Jamie Flynn(REBEL!) versus Dallas Hoover(TGW)*****

Jamie Flynn and Dallas Hoover stand opposite each other in the center of the ring. Dallas offers a handshake. Jamie looks at it for a moment, then shrugs and takes it. They share a firm handshake and then Jamie hauls himself forward using Dallas’s arm and hits a forearm to his face. Dallas stumbles back and Jamie presses the attack with knees and elbows. Dallas backs against the ropes and Jamie Flynn Roundhouse Kicks him and he flips over the ropes.

Larry Gordon: What a flurry of offence by Jamie Flynn.

Linzi Martin: Maybe if Dallas wasn’t busy being all touchy feely he could fight back.

Dallas picks himself up and Jamie Flynn hits a Springboard High Leg Clothesline to the outside. They go down. Jamie Flynn is the first up. He pulls Dallas’s hair until he gets to his feet before slamming his head into the apron. Dallas stumbles away, dazed. Jamie follows until they get to the steps. Then he jumps onto the apron and hits a Tornado DDT onto the Steel Steps.

Linzi Martin: That looks like it hurt.

Jamie Flynn gets Dallas to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He covers for the pin. 1…2… just before the 3, Dallas manages to kick out.

Linzi Martin: That was so close it almost hurt me.

Larry Gordon: Dallas showing a lot of heart, kicking out after that.

Jamie Flynn shakes his head in disbelief and pulls Dallas to his feet. He strikes him in the face with his elbow twice before pointing at the turnbuckle. He climbs up top, checks his distance to Dallas, and then leaps.

Larry Gordon: Suicide Devil’s Plancha!

Linzi Martin: Dallas hasn’t had a single hint of offense.

As Jamie finishes his rotation, Dallas Hoover shakes off the stars and catches Jamie Flynn. With a roar, Dallas hits a Side Belly to Belly Suplex. Both men stay on the ground until the ref starts counting, then Jamie Flynn picks himself up. Dallas Hoover is still on the ground. Jamie runs to the ropes, springboards off the second rope with an Asai Moonsault Double Stomp, but Dallas rolls out of the way and out of the ring.

Larry Gordon: Dallas tries to take a breather outside.

Linzi Martin: What a wimp.

Jamie Flynn doesn’t miss a beat. The moment Dallas rights himself, he hurls himself over the top rope with a Plancha Suicida. Dallas catches him and turns it into a Power Slam. Dallas stays on top of Jamie Flynn to rest for a moment before standing up and taking Jamie with him. The ref is counting them back into the ring, so Dallas sends him in and follows. Jamie gets to his knees by the time Dallas is in the ring. Dallas picks him up, sends him to the ropes and then hits him with a Shoulder Block, then follows it up with a Standing Splash. He hooks the leg for the pin. 1…2. Kick out at two.

Linzi Martin: His ribs aren’t broken? I’m impressed.

Dallas picks Jamie up for a Samoan Drop, but Jamie wriggles away. He drops down behind Dallas, hooks the arm in a Chicken Wing, but when he reaches across for the Crossface Dallas breaks away and gets behind Jamie. He wraps his arms around his chest and lifts him off the ground in a crushing Reverse Bearhug. Dallas tightens his grip every time Jamie tries to elbow him in the head and escape the move.

Larry Gordon: Can Jamie Flynn escape that Reverse Bearhug?

Linzi Martin: Come on, Jamie, don’t let that fatty beat you.

Jamie Flynn starts to go limp. The referee asks if he’ll give up and he shakes his head. Dallas suddenly turns the move into a Wheelbarrow Powerbomb. Dallas rolls him over and goes for the pin. 1…2.. kick out. Dallas shakes his head before pulling Jamie Flynn to his feet again and sending him to the ropes. Jamie comes back, ducks Hoover’s Lariat, comes back off the ropes and hits a Spinning Heel Kick and falls to the mat.

Larry Gordon: Jamie Flynn can’t capitalize. That Bear Hug must have taken a lot out of him.

Flynn rolls with it, and gets himself behind Dallas Hoover. He’s clearly quicker than Hoover, as he cracks him from behind with a few quick and well placed elbow strikes. Hoover grabs onto Flynn again and goes for more bear hug goodness but Flynn squeezes himself out and free, and rushes to the turnbuckle but not before cracking Dallas with a high knee strike to the face. Dallas is dazed momentarily, but it’s all Jamie needs as he gets to the top rope.

Larry Gordon: Suicide Devil’s Plancha on Dallas Hoover! He is DOWN!

Linzi Martin: That was hot!!!!

Flynn covers.

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3!!!

DING DING DING

Flynn gets to his feet, albeit a tad gingerly, his hand is raised.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, JAMIE FLYNN!!!!

Flynn exit’s the ring, not even looking back as Dallas Hoover gets to his feet. Dallas looks around though and the crowd rises to their feet and gives him a standing ovation.

Larry Gordon: Great REBEL Pro fans here, Linzi. What a nice thing to do, cheer this fellow even though he lost.

Linzi Martin: I think they’re just cheering because he managed to get up on his own accord. Look how fat he is! Gross!

Larry Gordon: Hey now that’s not a nice thing to say.

Linzi Martin: Larry sweety, I’m not here to be the nice one. That’s your job.

Larry Gordon: Oh right.

Dallas waves to the fans who all continue to cheer him as we fade to commercial.

*****The End of The World*****

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins blares unexpectedly and Mikey Massacre emerges, scratching his beard and his hair, a serious look on his face. He ignores the boos, rolling his eyes at a few comments he gets. He briefly admires a pro-Seldon sign, then gets into the ring, a microphone in hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m not happy to see you either.

Booing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But the fact of the matter is we are stuck together, you and I. REBEL Pro Wrestling isn’t about to cut me. I’m the Architect of this place. I’m the closest thing this place has ever had to a god. And you sad fucks, you have nothing better to do.

He pauses, smirking.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You have nothing better to do but spend your hard-earned twenty-five or fifty dollars or whatever these corporate shitbags charge these days, come to these shows, drink some crappy corn beer they’re selling, then go home and bang the wife you settled for and the kid you never wanted to have. REBEL Pro Wrestling is all you have. And if you want it, you’re stuck with me. And at Hell-o-ween, or whatever-the-fuck that show is called, I can’t keep it straight, you’re going to be stuck with me not just as Mikey Massacre… but once again the heavyweight champion of the world.

Booing which makes Mikey laugh.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And when I am champion, just like last time, I will begin to change things. No more of this conspiracy that allows a one-hundred and fifty pound woman to be the face of this company. No more of this conspiracy that lets Simon Kalis and his goons devote half of the show to their silly antics when the young guys like Jaice Wilds and Chill and Jamie Flynn are out there busting their asses, getting their skin pierced with hepatitis-laced glass and barbed wire with AIDS from Bubba J! When I am the champion of this company and therefore the closest thing this sport has to an undisputed world champion, I will purify this company like I did last time. Gone will be Lisa Seldon, your precious hero. Gone will be Bubba J and Vincent Black, who stood idly by as this company was led to hell. Gone will be everyone who dares stand in my way. And you all, you sheep, you blind fools, you will follow me. You will follow me because you have nowhere else to go. This is your home, and now you share it with me!

He laughs maniacally. Then drops the microphone and punts it into the stands. He runs off of the ropes once, twice, then drops an elbow drop on nobody. He stands up and does it again. Then jumps up onto the turnbuckle and throws up the dual bird to the booing fans. His music hits and he starts to leave, stopping only to jar with a few fans.

Love and War by Drowning Pool plays and the fans’ boos turn to cheers as Taboo emerges from the curtain. He is maskless and walking fast down the aisle towards Mikey Massacre, a microphone in his hand. He stops before Mikey and stares into his face before putting a microphone to his mouth.

TABOO: Mikey, as far as I know, you and I have no beef, but I want to know something… is that you who attacked me last week? Barbed wire, that’s your calling card. And it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve attacked someone recently and tried to take them out. I saw what you did to Seldon. I’ve seen what you’ve threatened to do to this company. Tell me, Mikey, was it you?

MIKEY: Get over yourself, Taboo. What’s to gain by attacking you? I attacked Lisa Seldon because, good or bad—and she’s very, very bad—she is the champion of the world. Who the fuck are you? Chad Kurtis’ little tag-along? Give me a break.

Taboo pushes past Mikey and gets into the ring. He looks skeptically at Mikey, but he believes him. Mikey wasn’t one to wear a mask.

TABOO: Look, I’m not one to make a scene, to be all dramatic, but when a man attacks me and can’t even show his FACE, I have a problem with that, and I’m going to make it known. I might be quiet. I might be boring. Whatever. But the fact of the matter is, I am not going to stop throwing shit around backstage until I have whoever-the-fuck in the ring at Hell-o-ween. Mask or not, I’m going to find out who you are, then I am going to make you regret attacking the Boulder from Boulder, the Suplex Automaton, the former tag and heavyweight champion of the world.

Taboo jumps up onto the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd.

TABOO: And that… IS TABOO!

The crowd cheers as his music cues up. He throws the microphone down and is about to step out of the ring, BUT…

Larry Gordon: Oh here we go.

Pantera’s “5 minutes alone” hits the speakers as the masked man that’s been plaguing Taboo steps out from the back. The music seems to trigger some memory in Taboo but he still just can’t figure out who the hell this guy is.

Masked Man: So Allen, you want answers? You want to know why I’ve been at your heels these past weeks? You want to know who I am? You want to know why I’ve been hiding behind this mask?

Taboo begins shouting out at his tormentor demanding the answers to those questions. He wants his shot at retribution.

Masked Man: Hold on there Allen, you’ll get your answers. First though I’m going to ask you to remember something. April ninth, two-thousand nine. Do you remember that night? That was the night we first crossed paths.

Taboo looks as though he’s seen a ghost as recognition finally hits him. He brings the microphone back to his lips.

Taboo: Peter, you son of a bitch! This thing between us ended when I beat your ass the last time we fought.

The masked man chuckles a mirthless laugh as he pull off the mask. It’s Peter “Hostile” Larsen.

Hostile: Wrong Allen. You and I will never be through. You see I walked away from this sport a few months ago because I just didn’t care anymore. I was just going through the motions here in REBEL Pro. And even then I was decimating every single person put in front of me. Emily Corlen, Justin Case, Jason Christopher, it didn’t matter who was put in this ring against me. Even while I was coasting, not one person on this roster could stand against me. And not one person could get me to care. So I walked away. I left this sport that once meant everything to me because nobody could light that fire in my soul anymore. Then what happens a couple months ago? I turn on REBEL Pro just to see and who do I discover has come back from retirement? I saw you in that ring and it was as if an on switch clicked in my very soul. I saw you and knew that I wasn’t done yet. But I needed more than to come and ask for a match. I needed to watch you suffer before me. I needed you to want, no, NEED to face me again. And here we are. You standing in that ring dying to get your hands on me one more time. Well you got it. But it will be on my terms. An “I Quit” match.

The crowd is uncommonly quiet as Taboo glares at Hostile. Hate filling his voice he answers the challenge.

Taboo: You’re on!

Hostile’s trademark sardonic grin creeps across his face as we cut to commercial.

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Justin Case versus Virgil Keenan©*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest will be for one fall, and is for the REBEL Pro Aggression CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger!

” Victory ” by P Diddy and company hits the P.A. Out comes ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side while he raises his oh so talented arms in the very talented air! Case struts down the ramp as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind. He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavor. Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand. Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match pulling on the upper rope as his music ends.

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Jenny Jersey: And his opponent. He is the current REBEL Pro Aggression Champion…

REJOICE, MOTHERFUCKERS!

“Protest The Hero” hits as Virgil Keenan steps out, cocky and sly as ever.

Jenny Jersey: He is VIRGIL KEENAN!!!

Keenan runs to the ring and slides in, handing off the belt to the referee and slapping his knees.

DING DING DING

Justin Case and Virgil Keenan lock horns in the middle of the ring, Keenan putting “The Millennium Game” into a collar & elbow tie up. He adds pressure but Case spins himself around and out of it, throwing on a sleeper hold onto the Aggression Champion. Keenan begins wildly throwing elbows behind himself, straight into Justin’s gut. Justin finally lets go and Keenan grabs him by the neck and drops with a ¾ neck breaker, the crowd is as stunned as Case. Keenan goes for a quick cover!

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2!!

KICK OUT!

Linzi Martin: Keenan looking to end this early.

Larry Gordon: He’s trying to play it smart, he’s got a big match coming up at Hell o Ween after all.

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Justin Case throws Virgil Keenan off of himself and grabs hold of him by the legs, quickly locking in a figure four leg lock. The crowd seemingly all lean forward just off their seats, watching with baited breath as Keenan winces in pain and looks around for a way out. Case continues to apply pressure with the hold, and even though Keenan is near the ropes he knows in REBEL Pro, there are no rope breaks. Keenan grabs onto the ropes regardless and pulls himself up, it hurts but he quickly uses the ropes as leverage to flip himself over onto his stomach and suddenly reverse the figure four leg lock to his favour. Justin Case can’t believe it, he tries to reverse it back but Keenan is still holding onto the ropes and using them as leverage

to keep Justin from doing so.

Larry Gordon: Smart thinking from Keenan, he’s got the veteran Case right where he wants him I’d wager.

Linzi Martin: Between a rock and a hard place. Backfire!

The crowd begins to cheer Justin on to get free, but Keenan merely continues to apply pressure hoping to get a submission win here. Case still refuses to give up, and finally Virgil Keenan lets go of the ropes and gets himself free from Justin Case. Virgil to his feet but Case pushes himself up as Keenan is getting up, grabbing Keenan and DDTing him awkwardly into the canvas. Case rolls over Keenan, and covers!

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2!!

KICK OUT!

Keenan violently kicks out, to the point he smashes Case across the face with an elbow as he does so. Keenan gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, sliding tackle into Case takes them both out of the ring and to the outside, where REBEL Pro loves to fight! Yeah! Case gets up first though, and springboards himself off the ring apron with an asai moonsault that crushes Virgil. Case up to his feet, grabs a beer bottle from a fan at ringside and smashes it over Virgil Keenan’s head. Glass shatters, beer spills everywhere and Keenan spears Justin Case into the steel steps. Case uses the steps to push himself up and sends out a super kick that puts Virgil spinning then onto his knees. Case picks up the top half of the steel steps and bashes them over the back of Virgil Keenan’s head, sending the Aggression Champion down totally.

Linzi Martin: Case taking control of this match now. Two Canadians with a lot of spirit tonight, Larry.

Larry Gordon: Definitely.

Case lifts Virgil up by the head and throws him into the ring. Virgil is groggy but he gets to his knees and as Case gets in Keenan uses Case to hoist himself up. Keenan shakes his head sarcastically as Case applies a collar and elbow tie up, Case with a wristlock now. Keenan flips himself onto the canvas, then back to his feet and takes Case down with a hammerlock DDT that reverberates the ring. Virgil flips him over and covers.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT! CASE KICKS OUT!

It’s then everyone looks to the entrance ramp as Jaice Wilds appears, and he doesn’t look too happy. Case notices him and yells out at him to stay out of the way.

Larry Gordon: I wonder why he’s out here.

Linzi Martin: Isn’t it obvious?! He wants payback on Virgil for earlier tonight.

Larry Gordon: Or he wants to help Virgil win?

Keenan slowly backs away all suspicious like, as Case and Wilds continue to argue and Hugh Aredone gets in Jaice Wilds’ face as well.

Linzi Martin: Did you have a brain fart there, Larry?

Larry Gordon: No. If Justin wins, Jaice’s match with Virgil at Hell o Ween becomes non title. Cause there’d be no title.

Linzi Martin: You know… That makes sense.

Wilds shoves Hugh out of the way and hops up onto the ring apron but Case knocks him off. Wilds falls flat on the outside and Justin Case climbs up to the top rope. Virgil sees his opportunity and runs over to Case and grabs him, throws him onto his shoulders and BANG! BURNING HAMMER! Keenan covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Wilds grabs a chair and slides into the ring. Case is still down but Virgil is up and gets cracked over the head with the chair.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of this match and STILL Aggression Champion…

*****AFTERMATH*****

She can’t finish as Wilds just keeps wailing on Keenan with the chair. Case however is up and grabs Wilds from behind. JUST 2 TALENTED ON THE CHAIR! Case scoffs as he gets out of the ring, Virgil and Jaice laid out. But as Case looks up the ramp, there stands Bubba J who’s recovered from his own attack from earlier tonight.

Larry Gordon: Things are coming to a head…

Jaice is up and as is Virgil Keenan, and they stare each other down as Bubba points to Justin Case. Justin Case isn’t waiting as he rushes up the entrance ramp. Bubba J greets him with a stiff right, Case with a left elbow and the two begin an all out brawl. Jaice and Virgil watch but then they both rush each other, tackling each other to the canvas and they begin cracking each other in the face violently as Bubba J and Justin Case fight their way back to ringside.

Larry Gordon: There’s madness! The fans are on their feet and loving it!

Linzi Martin: It’s war!

Suddenly, “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top hits over the speakers and everyone stops their brawling to look at the entrance way. That’s when REBEL Pro’s General Manager Shawn West steps out, and receives a wonderful welcome in the form of boos. He brushes his cool silver hair back, winks and taps his microphone.

Shawn West: Children, children. Are we done now?

Bubba and Case look at each other. Keenan and Wilds look at each other. They’re all more in a state of pause than anything else.

Shawn West: Good. Because I’ve got a few things to say, and when I’m done you’re all more than welcome to go back to bashing each others faces in with blunt objects.

Linzi Martin: Well that’s fair.

Larry Gordon: He’s the boss.

Linzi Martin: But you’re the boss.

Larry Gordon: Oh I’m happy just having a good time here at ringside with you, Linzi.

West points first to Case and Bubba J.

Shawn West: You both have made it to the finals of the Mystery Tournament. A tournament with an end game that really nobody knows but yours truly. I saw it as a fitting way to start my General Managerial career with REBEL Pro. To do what could not be successfully done when new management first took over. That’s why? At Hell o Ween next week in Madison Square Garden? Not only will Justin Case and Bubba J be fighting for a cash prize of $100,000…

Bubba and Case’s eyes widen, the crowd goes nuts.

Larry Gordon: One hundred grand?! Damn.

Linzi Martin: Hah! Gotta love that Corey Lazarus money!

Shawn West: Like I said, not only will you two get the chance to earn some serious bank. But at Hell O Ween. Justin Case. Bubba J. Will be fighting for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP!

Fans: WHOA!!!!!!

Bubba J and Justin Case both got big smiles on their faces, until they see each other again. Then it’s big tough guy stare. Virgil Keenan and Jaice Wilds are still in the ring itself and they seem none to impressed.

Shawn West: Oh don’t worry Virgil. Jaice. I haven’t forgotten about you two. I mean. You two are already set to have what could be not only the biggest Aggression Championship match this year, but in the history of REBEL Pro. Your great battle to be settled in an IRON MAN match!

The crowd cheers this, Jaice plays along to them. Virgil taps his lovely Aggression title.

Shawn West: So they asked me, “Mr. West! How can you make this Aggression title match even bigger?!” and I thought the people asking me this were greedy and thoughtless pigs. But then tonight, following Jamie Flynn’s victory over Dallas Hooper.

Fans: HOOVER!

Shawn West: Sure, whatever. The fat guy.

The crowd boos West, and he looks a bit surprised.

Larry Gordon: I think even though he lost, Dallas Hoover got himself quite a few REBEL Pro fans.

Linzi Martin: But he’s gay. He should totally be hated in REBEL Pro.

Larry Gordon: Erm, well. No why would you think that?! Besides we’re in New York tonight.

Linzi Martin: Good point.

West taps his feet until the crowd stops booing him.

Shawn West: Point being. Sadly, Flynn was evaluated by our medical staff following his match. A change in how we do things I myself implemented, because believe it or not? I care about the talent in this company. And from what the doctors have told me, Jamie Flynn suffered an undisclosed injury during his victory over Dallas Hoover. And thus Jamie Flynn is no longer cleared to compete at Hell O Ween.

The crowd BOOS this, but Jaice and Virgil now start paying closer attention.

Shawn West: What this means is Johnny Maverick does not have an opponent from us to take his AoWF TV Title. So how can Jaice Wilds versus Virgil Keenan for the Aggression title in an Iron Man match get ANY bigger? Well. When you add Johnny Maverick and make it for the AoWF Television Championship as well…

The crowd EXPLODES, not literally, at this announcement. Virgil and Jaice are obviously in some shock as well.

Shawn West: That’s right. At Hell O Ween. It’ll be Jaice Wilds. Virgil Keenan. AND Johnny Maverick, for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship AND the AoWF Television Championship in an Iron Man match. Good luck gentlemen. Now, back to bashing each others face.

West drops his microphone, adjusts his suit and exits stage left. Bubba and Case look to each other, as do Jaice and Virgil and JUST as they rush each other we’ve sadly… RUN OUT OF TIME! SEE YOU AT HELL O WEEN!?

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Bobby Lee & Jeremy Gold defeat each other, and thus become Co-Champions! Madness!
Jimmy Henderson and Jaice Wilds doesn’t happen. Rejoice Motherfuckers.
Jamie Flynn defeats Dallas Hoover, but at what cost?
Virgil Keenan retains against Justin Case, after some Wild shenanigans!

*****We’re Starting To Miss Simon*****

Shawn West: That’s right. I’ve changed the game itself.

As we fade in to the show, the new General Manager of REBEL Pro, Shawn West, kicks his feet up onto his desk and nods in Jeremy Gold’s direction. Gold has a bulletproof vest on and he’s holding a green translucent gun… Which is a water gun, in case you didn’t realize. He has a chair in front of the door, and Rupert the Kangaroo is also wearing a security uniform much to your lulz.

Jeremy Gold: You’re gonna get us all killed.

Shawn West: You need to lighten up.

Jeremy Gold: Next thing you’re going to say Lisa doesn’t show up enough.

West pauses mid sip into his whiskey.

Shawn West: You know, you might be onto something there.

Gold shudders at the thought of Lisa’s foot breaking his face again.

Jeremy Gold: You can’t be serious.

West sips his whiskey and winks as we fade.

*****Sit Down With Dink*****

We cut to an unknown backstage area that is draped in black velvet and made to look like a very elegant interview setting. There are large lamps book ending two leather chairs and a black granite coffee table. On the coffee table there are two mugs. The camera pans out as Marvin Humperdink takes a seat with a black dossier in his hand. He sits and then presses play on a near by boom box.

‘SuperBass’ by Nicki Minaj cues up and Humperdink looks startled. He looks off camera, apparently receiving directions.

???
Track two idiot!

Humperdink presses the skip track button and ‘Whatever Happened to my Rock ‘N Roll?’ by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club cues up. Finale walks onto the scene wearing black Doc Martins, ripped blue jeans and an Obey t-shirt. He is shooting a Roman candle all over the place, even shooting at Humperdink. He then discards it and sits down as Humperdink fades his music out.

Marvin Humperdink
Hello ladies and gentlemen. I am Rebel Pro Correspondent-

Finale
Uh…Junior Correspondent.

Marvin Humperdink
Yes, Jr. Correspondent Marvin Humperdink and I am joined by AOWF Free Agent, Super Shredder himself…Finale. Thanks for joining me.

Finale snarls.

Finale
You should be happier! This interview is going to make your career Dink. Just like I told you last week, they might even put you on the payroll after this.

Marvin Humperdink
Well I want to finish school fi-

Finale makes an irritating buzzer sound.

Finale
No one cares Dink. Let’s talk about me.

Humperdink hastily looks through his dossier.

Marvin Humperdink.
Of course. Um…well I guess we’ll start with what exactly you’re doing. You are floating from promotion to promotion but have yet to sign a real contract. The people want to know; where is this StabFest ’11 going?

Finale smirks and takes a sip from his mug.

Finale
I’m glad you asked that Dink. What is the endgame of StabFest ’11? Well I could lie and tell you some concise, reasonable answer but the fact of the matter is that I’m not sure exactly Dink. It all depends on how tonight goes…

He raises an eyebrow to the camera suggestively and turns back to Dink.

Marvin Humperdink
And what exactly is going to happen tonight Mr. Shredder?

The Free Agent laughs.

Finale
Oh tonight is when everything comes full circle for me. If everything goes as planned, after the show has ended tonight, I will be a short time away from redeeming myself.

Marvin Humperdink
To be honest Mr. Shredder, I don’t think you can win back the AOWF fans in just one night. It will take a lot to redeem your actions as of late in their eyes.

Finale lets out a large ‘Ha!’ before lighting a cigarette. He blows the smoke directly in Dink’s face, causing him to erupt in a coughing fit.

Finale
I don’t want to win these fans over. They can all lick my sack because I am in the AOWF to redeem my win loss record and nothing else. I stand by my comments, I stand by my actions and I stand by my talent. Love me or hate me, the mouth breathers fuel me and I don’t care what kind of reaction I get. As long as there is one.

The crowd boos on command but Finale can’t hear it, he’s backstage. Duh.

Marvin Humperdink
So what happens next? Where does Finale land?

Super Shredder stares at the journalist we a menacing expression, he’s not impressed.

Finale
You know what Dink? There is a reason that you aren’t a real reporter yet. I give you a week to prepare and you’re shaking like a leaf. You could ask me about Emily Corlen’s miraculous title win or how I’m about to face the Victory Wrestling World Champion later this week but no. You ask me where I’m going to sign and I tell you Dink; just watch. I’m going to give you another chance at this interview thing next week, after you see what I do tonight and you had better have some better questions.

Marvin Humperdink
…or what?

Finale
Or this happens again but about twenty times worse…

Finale then smashes the mug over Dink’s head out of nowhere, sending the liquid contents all over the set. He then gets the kid up and sets him up for the Stripper’s Real Name. Finale looks right into the camera and winks before droppking Dink neck first on the granite coffee table. With the poor young journalist down and out, Finale slowly walks over to the boom box, presses play and exits stage left to the sound of his theme music.

We pan down to Dink laying on the floor, holding the back of his head. The dossier lays beside him, open. There is a page that reads; “THINGS TO ASK ME DURING OUR SWEET INTERVIEW” 1) Why are you so good looking? 2) Why are people so jealous of your inhuman amount of talent? 3) Is it true that Alexis Sykes sent you a text about changing her sexuality in order to be with you? etc. etc. We fade out to a shot of the hand written prompt sheet.

*****Gabe Shelley versus Jimmy Henderson*****

Linzi Martin: Well folks we’ve got Gabe Shelley in the ring, but Jimmy Henderson is no where to be seen.

Larry Gordon: From what I’ve heard he was delayed in getting here tonight, and it seems as though he may not be able to make it.

Linzi Martin: Does that mean Gabe automatically wins?

Larry Gordon: No of course not, it just means we won’t get to see this match tonight.

*****Tables For Two*****

The bell rings but the attention isn’t on the Shelley in the ring, it’s on the announce table! Finale has made his way through the crowd and is standing on the table with a microphone. One hand is in his pocket. Shelley has rolled out of the ring to and now has his eyes on Super Shredder.

Finale
Hey bud. Great match.

He starts clapping. Sarcasm, much?

Finale
I bet you’re wondering why I’m out here Mad Dogg. Seeing as how you are mildly retarded, I’ll break it down for you real quick.

He hops down off of the announce table, one stand still in his pocket. He approaches Shelley, who’s on his defense.

Finale
Don’t be so uptight Shelley, I’m not here to mash you. I’m here to offer you an opportunity. A giant opportunity actually. An opportunity for a partnership…

Finale looks out into the crowd as they boo his idea and he mouths ‘What? I’m serious!’ before turning his attention back to Shelley.

Finale
I’m being honest Mad Dogg. I told Dink earlier that tonight my career will come full circle and that means teaming up with you again. We teamed up in BWF, you were the owner, I was the champion and we never truly got to explore where that tandem could go. We could have touched the stars Mad Dogg, I’m telling you.

Super Shredder does his best to look hopefully and sincere as Shelley stares at him. canadian rx pharmacy juvederm marVel looks out into the crowd and the consensus from the fans is that Finale is full of shit.

Finale
You and I could take Rebel Pro by storm, Mad Dogg. As a team, we could really take this company by surprise…

Shelley smiles and shakes his head but Finale cold cocks him. The hand hidden in his pocket was loaded with a brass knuckles! The crowd boos as Shelley goes down in a heap on the outside.

Finale
Surprise!

Finale then starts stomping away on the former BWF World Champion. He gets Shelley to his feet and whips him hard into the ring barrier. Shelley’s back smashes against it but before he knows what happened, Finale charged and nailed him with the One Foot in the Grave, sending Shelley into the crowd, landing in the front row. Finale retrieves the microphone.

Finale
Just kidding folks. I’d never team up with this piece of shit. But when I saw that he signed with Rebel Pro, I knew that we just had to hook up sooner or later. I decided that it would be sooner. So next week, me and Blazenwing’s Bitch are going to go one on one in an Ultimate Tables match!

He steps over into the crowd as Shelley gets to his feet. Finale then charges and nails Shelley in the head with the microphone. This staggers marVel backwards but another big right hand loaded with brass knuckles put him down. Finale then gets back on the microphone.

Finale
What that means is that we are going to go for fifteen minutes to see who can put their opponent through more tables. Why exactly? Well I want multiple opportunities to break this puppy.

Finale puts Shelley down with another microphone shot and then he lifts him up onto the ring barrier. Both men stand up there for a moment until Finale sets Shelley up. He lifts him and then jumps from the ring barrier to the announce table, putting Shelley through it with the Stripper’s Real Name! The table shatters and both men lay in the rubble for a few moments.

The Buffalo Butcher is the first to get to his feet and when he does, he takes the microphone and exits through the crowd.

Finale
So yeah, next week? There’s gonna be a lot more of that. Next week Shelley, I’m the end and you’re fucking dead.

‘Whatever Happened to My Rock N’ Roll’ cues up as Finale leaves through the crowd, earning high velocity garbage being tossed in his direction.

*****Handicap Match(recap)*****
*****Case Filed Rockets versus Vincent Black*****

The match started off strong for Vincent Black, despite his nagging injuries to the contrary. Using his size and power advantage he managed to keep CFR at bay for a good while, by sending Rocky Logan out of the ring with an over the top rope choke slam where Logan landed on the steel steps. He managed to get it down to just him and Justin Case for a moment. Case used his high flying ability to land a few good shots on Black, including a missile dropkick off the top rope which took Black down and got him a quick 2 count. After a few minutes of back and forth, Logan was still recovering on the outside of the ring and Black hit his New Hope finisher on Case but Logan breaks the count at two and a half. Finally Rocky Logan pulls out all stops, using much of his MMA training to get to Black while Case continued to come off the top rope with an aerial assault each time Logan brought Black down. Make no mistake that Black fought them off at every turn but eventually the two of them proved too much to handle on his own as they laid him out with the HOHIP and pinned for the 1, 2, 3!

Winners: Case Filed Rockets in 10:15

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Bubba J versus Virgil Keenan©*****

Instead of fading back to ringside, we come into Shawn West’s office where he’s penning what we imagine to be his memoirs. He notices the camera crew

Shawn West: Sadly, Bubba J is still feeling the effects of his injuries sustained during competition in Victory Wrestling.

Rupert The Kangaroo in security uniform and all, nods.

Shawn West: That means, amongst a myriad of other cancellations this week, this title match cannot happen.

Cue Jaice Wilds.

Jaice Wilds: I’ll take his spot.

West shrugs.

Shawn West: Sure, but you haven’t heard about the new rules I’ve-

Before he can even finish, Jaice runs off to get ready for the match.

Jeremy Gold: Boy I hope you know what you’re doing.

Gold shoots off his water gun, wetting the floor.

Shawn West: Go get me a sandwich and be useful for once.

Gold frowns.

Jeremy Gold: Yes, sir…

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Jaice Wilds versus Virgil Keenan©*****

Keenan smirks as he moves in on his opponent, low to the ground, Jaice matches and both of them move in close reaching out in a test. The scene looks like something out of the Olympics as both men pat at the wrists of the other, looking for an opening. Keenan takes a grip at Jaice and suddenly breaks for the legs attempting a takedown! Jaice shifts ALL his weight onto Keenan and puts his legs back, bringing Keenan into a front facelock. The counter pushes Keenan flat to the canvas but doesn’t last long as Keenan breaks the fingers locked under his chin and rolls, pushing himself up and pounces on top of his opponent, Jaice, whom had made the appropriate movements, in a waist lock. Jaice quickly breaks the fingers just as easily as Keenan previously had and wraps around in a switch for his own waist lock. Keenan brings both men to a vertical before tucking one arm in under Jaices locked arms. Backing into the ropes Keenan uses the rebound’s momentum and the break in the

fingers to flip Jaice to the side by his arm in a unique looking arm drag/hiptoss. Keenan tries to combo into an armbar but Jaice doesn’t let it happen as he rolls away and jumps to his feet. Keenan meets him and both of them lock up harshly into an elbow collar.

Keenan swiftly turns the lock up into a leg sweep, dropping into a pin. Jaice pushes out quickly before the ref can much more then drop to the mat. In pushing Keenan off he spurts back to his feet finding himself met by a drop toe hold slamming him to the mat before he knows what’s going on. Keenan follows up rolling along Jaice’s body ending in a side headlock. Jaice struggles in the hold but swiftly moves himself back to his feet and nails in a few elbow shots before he brings both men into the ropes and whips Keenan across the ring. Keenan rebounds and nearly gets nailed by a clothesline but ducks the maneuver and stops dead directly behind the challenger. Jaice turns not wanting his back to the opponent and finds himself dropped to the mat in a side headlock takedown! Being on his back this time around Jaice tosses up his legs and wraps Keenan into a head scissors. Keenan struggles in the move before positioning himself correctly where he places his feet on Jaices ankles, pushing down on them and the knees with his hands. The attempt pries apart the legs and Keenan slowly raises his head with a smirk, looking at Jaice who doesn’t hold the same cocky look as he did earlier. This brings Keenan confidence until Jaice suddenly smirks, punching Keenan straight in the face putting him back in the head scissors!

Keenan, a little angry from the hold, moves himself around and looks for another way out. Finding his next method the Champ plants his hands and tries to handstand, looking to use the momentum of dropping back down to pull his head out. Jaice simply stops the hold and pulls his legs back, plowing both feet into the shoulders, bringing Keenan down on his back In a pin. The ref manages a 1 count before Keenan claps his feet together and nails Jaice in the side of the head. Keenan rolls backwards and Jaice spurts to his feet only for Keenan to drop him back down with a beautiful dropkick. Jaice scurries to his feet too soon as he staggers a bit and finds himself pushed into the ropes and whipped across the ring. Keenan goes half way and awaits Jaice’s return with his arm outstretched, looking for what seems like a hip toss. This doesn’t pan out as Jaice merely hooks the ropes and stops himself. Keenan snarls as he charges, only for Jaice to drop down hooking the top rope, sending Keenan in all his momentum to the outside. Well, that’s what Jaice thinks. Keenan with both hands on the tops ropes regains himself as if he was in a Battle royal and gets his footing on the apron. Jaice walks away from the ropes, pointing to his head in a sign that he is too smart for Keenan, however, the oncoming irony about to set him straight.

Jaice doesn’t follow advice with the fans bellowing in reply. Keenan takes advantage and springboards off the top rope swinging himself around the side of Jaice with the hand in the air. Hooking the arm, Keenan hits the mat and more or less slams Jaice to the mat with a high throttle arm drag! The Champ takes advantage and chains through the interesting move with an armbar. Jaice is shaken but is brought back to alertness with the sting of the arm submission. Shaking off the impact Jaice tries to move to his feet and does so successfully, irish whipping the champ across the ring. Taking note out of Jaice’s playbook Keenan hooks the ropes. Jaice charges and déjà vu looks just about to set in when Keenan drops the top rope. Jaice see’s it coming and smirks stopping and waving his finger at Keenan who gets a running boot for his effort. Keenan drops through the second rope and rolls himself to the outside looking into the ring at his opponent.

Keenan moves to get back in and Jaice merely lets him, backing off. Back in the ring Keenan loses his smirk and the ‘Game face’ breaks in. This is the point where Keenan definitely will be taking things to a farther extreme. Jaice stays cocky as he moves in to lock up with Keenan once again. Keenan quickly takes advantage and pushes Jaice into the turnbuckle, winding back and slapping in a chop. The fans ‘oOo’ along with the chop as it is followed up by another and another. Jaice winces as he gets slapped across the chest, however, counters, grabbing Keenan and switching their places in the corner. Jaice returns the chops as stiffly as he can manage and Keenan winces in the same way Jaice had. Looking to regain himself Keenan switches up once again for another few chops. Keenan speeds up and gains the upper hand quickly, only to be halted in one foul swoop as Jaice simply pokes Keenan in the eye! Jaice jumps up onto the second rope and leaps, nailing a face smothering spring board bulldog! Jaice rolls Keenan over and hooks for a pin. A speedy 2 count and Keenan kicks out! Jaice doesn’t stop to complain or question and drags Keenan to his feet, grabbing Virgil into a back suplex, lifting him up for a belly to back! Keenan lands on his feet countering out of the attempt. Quickly Keenan grabs Jaice in a reverse waist lock and pushes him into the ropes and rolls back into a rollup, bridge!

ONE…..
TWO…..
Kick-out!

Pushing out of the pin Jaice uses the ropes to quickly get to his feet. Keenan had rolled away a bit and done the same, leaving both men to lock up in the middle of the ring again. Keenan gains the advantage as normal bringing Jaice into an arm wrench, twisting the arm. Jaice makes a counter into his own arm wrench, rolling forward and quickly twirling. Not to be outdone Jaice, moves into a hammer lock and tries to outdo the self proclaimed leader of the new wave. Keenan won’t allow it as he pushes back and moves into his very own hammerlock. Keenan smiles at Jaice as he squirms in the hold, trying to hit an elbow. Keenan catches the elbow viagra tips and locks in a half nelson! Jaice can’t respond to the move in time and Keenan lifts him up and goes for a slam! Half-Nelson slam! NO, Arm bar DDT! Keenan makes a small grunt of pain as Jaice counters shifting into a fujiwara armbar! Keenan claws the mat as Jaice wrenches the arm and works over the shoulder of the Champ. They are both center ring, which leaves no room to move much of anywhere, but Keenan tries nonetheless. Virgil starts to squirm his body towards the rope, and in fear that Keenan might actually make it, Jaice breaks the hold. Keenan isn’t safe however, as Jaice kicks the arm and drags the man to his feet, pulling him to the ropes in violent tugs. Once at the ropes Jaice takes Keenan’s arm and wraps it around the top rope, using the rope as a pivot point for an armbar. With one brunt pull Keenan pulls back and nails Jaice in the face with an elbow. The move dazes the champ as he turns around holding his nose. Keenan grabs Jaice in a half-nelson running forward in a half nelson bulldog! The Champ keeps the half-nelson in and turns Jaice over in classic mat wrestling fashion.

ONE….
TWO……
KICK-OUT!

Keenan looks to take advantage of Jaice being on the mat and heads for the top rope. Climbing up he perches himself and takes aim, except Jaice is already to his feet and makes a charge! Keenan leaps off and jumps over Jaice, avoiding the attack. Jaice turns around and gets nailed by a stellar armdrag that dazes the challenger. Jaice slowly starts to move to his feet but doesn’t seem to be moving fast enough for the champ who grabs him into a front chancery and snaps back in a snap suplex! Keenan twirls his legs and moves to his feet for what looks like another suplex. Keenan delivers as he lifts for another suplex! Keenan stalls it! Keenan holds Jaice in the air and walks forward keeping Jaice balanced. Fans start counting along with the stall.

1
2
3
4
5
6
7!
8!!
9!!!
10~!!!
SLAM!

Keenan doesn’t go for the cover as he spurts the ropes and returns with a swift legdrop, turning into a cover.

1….
2….
Kick-out!

Keenan gets up and looks at the ref and gets in his face. As he’s mouthing off Keenan gets caught off-guard as Jaice grabs him from behind in a schoolboy roll up!

ONE..
TWO..
THRE-Kick-out!

Keenan spurts back to his feet after kicking out and Jaice does much the same snorting and licking his lips. Keenan moves back and Jaice smiles as he can almost see the gears turning in his head and his emotions getting the better of him, a clear advantage. Keenan shares an evil eye to the ref before he circles and locks up with the champion. Jaice gains the first advantage, perhaps showing Keenans weakness in emotions. Jaice rolls back and kicks away one hand of his opponent and pushes himself back up into an arm wrench. Jaice works over the arm some more. Jaice wilds keylocks the arm and brings it over Keenans head, placing his leg strategically behind Keenans knee. Keenan finds himself slowly being pushed back into an arch, more and more until he finds himself in a bridging position.

Keenan shows great strength as he holds himself up and actually starts to fight back, but not wanting to be shown up, Jaice kicks the back of the leg sweeping Keenan flat to his back. Quickly following up Jaice drops a leg on the arm before getting back to a vertical and dropping a knee onto the arm. Keenan holds his arm next to his body in pain, but Jaice pries it away and tugs him towards the corner. Jaice sets him up in the corner before kneeing him a few times to daze him for the oncoming move. Jaice moves across the ring and the fans start up the chant.

Fans: JAICE!! JAICE!!

With that Jaice runs across the ring and nails Keenan across the cheek with his boot, catching himself in the ropes. Jaice stays there and milks the cheers that are actually for him as he hits the boot. Keenan holds his face in pain as he kicks at the mat.

Jaice taunts the crowd a bit as he gets off the ropes, grabbing Keenan by the foot as he does. Jaice drags Keenan center ring and drops down for a pin attempt.

1..
2..
Kick-out !

Jaice looks displeased as he gets to his feet and lifts Keenan up with him, looking to add more to the damage. This doesn’t work as Keenan drops to his knees and hits a jaw breaker on the challenger. Dazing Jaice, Keenan runs to the ropes and returns nailing a bulldog knocking Wilds to the mat. Not stopping there Keenan runs the ropes and returns with a senton dropping quickly on Jaice’s back. Jaice doesn’t look like he’s about to stay down and Keenan stalks him waiting for him to get to his feet. Jaice half way up, finds out why as Keenan spurts forward and locks in a half-nelson, pulling Jaice to a vertical. He looks like he’s about to launch into a suplex when a well placed elbow buys the champ enough time to perform a standing switch. Jaice chained the move bringing Keenan into a full-nelson, locking the submission on tight! Keenan struggles in the hold as Jaice pressures down tight on the back of the neck. Keenan doesn’t let himself fall victim to the move and thrusts backwards hard and rams the turnbuckle knocking the grip loose. Keenan repeats the smash until he’s free. Jaice is dazed in the corner as Keenan runs across the ring and turns around running back smashing Jaice with a running European uppercut!

Jaice staggers out of the corner and right into Keenan’s grasp as he Irish whips the challenger across the ring. Jaice is about to hit the opposite side when he takes the ropes and leaps up and over a charging Virgil. Taking his opportunity, Jaice scoops up Virgil and drops him on the turnbuckle with snake eyes! Keenan staggers out of the ropes holding his face as Jaice runs the ropes and comes back nailing a perfect flying forearm! Keenan hits the mat and holds his head, rolling on the mat a bit. Jaice stands back up and staggers on his feet a bit. Jaice points to the top turnbuckle and heads towards it, slowly climbing up, glancing back a little, looking down into the ring at his opponent. He’ll end it here!

Jaice pats his knee for a moment before spitting to the side. Standing up straight he looks down at his target.. ONLY FOR KEENAN TO PUSH THE REF INTO THE ROPES! The Ref hits the ropes and Jaice is left to fall directly down upon his beloved family jewels. The Ref looks at Keenan and scolds him for touching a official as Keenan staggers to the turnbuckle, grabbing Jaice by the neck and the pants, tossing him off the top rope and into the center of the ring! Jaice holds his back in pain as he kicks at the mat, trying to bring himself to his feet. Keenan smirks as he stalks the challenger. Jaice starts to rise to his feet and turns into a huge boo- Jaice dodges back and Keenan slams the mat with his foot, trying to catch his viagra and cialis together balance. Jaice turns Keenan around, booting him in the stomach as he pulls him into a standing head scissors! PILE DRIV- KEENAN TRIPS HIM AND QUICKLY LOCKS IN A TEXAS CLOVER LEAF!

-NO! Jaice kicks Virgil back away and scrambles from the ring. The ref is suddenly summoned by the time keeper. Jaice and Virgil ignore it as Wilds finally introduces the first weapon into the match. Wilds who is fed up with the technical match grabs a fan’s wilfully given up chair to the delight of every one in the arena who cheer the challenger on! Keenan Looks worried but tells Jaice to bring it on. With that Wilds is in the ring with the chair in hand.

DING DING DING!
Jaice stops confused as the ring announce pipes up.

Jenny Jersey: “This bout has been declared a draw due to an expired time limit.”

Jaice: “Time limit what! What the fuck Rebel doesn’t have Limits! What the fuck IS THIS!”

Jaice drops the chair and rolls out of the ring, yelling his head off at the time keeper, ref and announcer in unison. They all try to explain what’s going on but he just won’t listen. The fans are banging on the side of the barricade and a chorus of boo’s and booming down on the ring. Virgil looks just as confused as he retrieves his belt.

Jaice: “Do you assholes have any idea how this place works? We’ve never have time limit draws, ring that bell and let me get back in there and win my belt.”

Suddenly in the middle of his rant a voice echo’s over the sound system.

Shawn West: Not so fast, Jaice.

Shawn West steps out onto the entrance ramp, handing off his glass of whiskey to a janitor who he then pushes right back behind the curtain.

Shawn West: I tried to tell you before you ran out of my office that I have begun to institute a new set of rules into REBEL Pro. One of those are time limits on matches.

The crowd boos, and Jaice looks on frustrated.

Shawn West: See. Look at what happened to Vincent Black a few weeks ago, Bubba J. Even Lisa Seldon, they all got or nearly got terribly injured. And I can’t have the best stars in the entire AoWF being injured on my watch because some fans want to see people get stabbed in the confines of a ring.

The crowd boos him, cause we like seeing people get stabbed in the confines of a ring! D’uh!

Shawn West: But clearly over the weeks, you and Virgil there have had some really entertaining clashes. So, here’s the deal guys. At Hell O Ween… Virgil Keenan will defend his REBEL Pro Aggression Championship in the ultimate time limit match.

The crowd stand up in anticipation.

Shawn West: In an IRON MAN match!

Larry Gordon: Oh my!

The crowd erupts into cheers as Jaice looks back at Virgil and both men nod.

Shawn West: I thought so.

West drops the microphone and walks backstage, sipping his whiskey as Jaice and Virgil stare down.

*****Shenanigans! This Time, With More She!*****

Mikey Massacre is walking backstage, minding his own business and generally ignoring everyone nearby as the scuttle out of his way. He then rounds a corner and passes by a window, which is about the extent of what he immediately remembers when Lisa Seldon charges in from the side with a high Yakuza Kick to the side of his head, snapping it to the right and sending him through the glass which shatters against the force.

Lisa then backs up as staff members swarm, keeping the two apart and pushing Lisa from the scene.

Lisa Seldon: See you at the pay per view, Mikey! Can’t wait!

The camera watches as Lisa is pulled from the scene and then flips back to Mikey, pushing off staff members as he fights back to his feet. He then runs a hand through his hair that comes back red, to which he calls out in anger and then punches the nearest wall. Staff step back but keep him surrounded, as he stumbles dizzily back through the hole.

*****Dodo-A-Gogo versus Style Clash*****

Not ones for waiting around, the match starts with Lisa taking Taboo out of the ring with a Yakuza Kick while Anna puts Chad down with a Dropkick through the knee. Chad then gets up to all fours, just in time for both Dodos to come at him from the sides and score with a duo-Dodo Dropkick, sandwiching his head in-between. The two then jumped back up on opposite sides of him, where Anna hopped over his prone body, feed Lisa a foot and allowed herself to be tossed into the air and down through a stunning Phoenix Splash across his back. Anna then rolls him for the cover.

1

2

Chad kicks out and Taboo pulls Lisa out to the floor, leaving Anna and Chad alone. Anna gets Chad to his knees but he sweeps out her legs and then pulls himself into a corner to gather his thoughts. Anna takes after him but Chad steps out before she can connect, grabs her arm and then wings her to the opposite corner. Chad then follows but Anna hits the buckles and keeps on moving up their face before arching into a backflip over Kurtis and to the mat. Anna lands safely and then spreads her legs as she drops to the mat to avoid a Clothesline. Anna then tries a no look leap frog as he comes the other way, but Chad catches her on a shoulder. He then looks to slam her but Anna rolls off to one side, catches an arm and sends him away with an Armdrag.

Chad gets to his knees in time to duck a kick and catch her leg. He then flips Anna forward but she cartwheels out and comes up standing. Anna then turns but gets caught with a Sunsetflip and taken down for the pin. The referee gets down for the cover but Chad just uses it as a setup and pulls Anna back to her feet in a standing headscissors.

Linzi Martin: CK Destroyer.

The fans jump up as Chad flips through the move, but the cheers rise when Anna throws herself hard into it and puts her hands against his thighs, allowing her to end up doubled over on her feet when Chad hits the mat. The former triple crown winner is momentarily flustered and doesn’t quite get his hands up in time to block as Anna leaps forward and rattles his brain with a knee.

Anna then lets the champ struggle to his feet before firing off a barrage of all the strikes in the world, ending with a kick that turns him the other way. Anna takes him down from behind with a Legsweep and rolls out of the way as Lisa leaps in from the front, sinks her heels into his face and drives it to the mat.

Lisa then jumps up and forms a step with her hands to give Anna a leg up before giving her the old cheerleader push into the air, Allowing Anna to spin, dive and crash through Chad with the 630 Splash.

Larry Gordon: And Anna flattens him with the Slash and Burn.

Anna then hooks the first leg that pops up while Lisa blocks Taboo from getting back in the ring.

1

2

3!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match, Anna Mathews and Lisa Seldon… DODO… A… GOGO!!!!

As they enjoy yet another win, from out of the crowd leaps a masked man! Lisa and Anna watch him, but he seems to be paying more attention to Taboo. Lisa and Anna walk off with their wins and belts as it were, but this masked man stalks Taboo.

Larry Gordon: That guy looks very familiar.

The masked man holds up a barbed wire kendo stick and then slides into the ring. Taboo gets to his feet but is quickly cracked over the face with the weapon, as this masked man unleashes a storm of shots with his barbed wire kendo stick.

Linzi Martin: Wait a minute.

The man drops the kendo stick and heads to the top rope. And off he comes, with a flying head butt from the top rope that has Taboo shaken on the canvas. Chad Kurtis is finally up and aware, but it’s too late as the masked man slides out of the ring and holds his arms up high.

Larry Gordon: That…. I RECOGNIZE THAT MOVE! THAT’S-

Linzi Martin: We’re out of time folks! SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

The show fades with one last shot of this masked man… Who oh who could be he be?!

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Case Filed Rockets defeat Vincent Black and we all get drunk
Virgil Keenan and Jaice Wilds finish in a No Contest and the rematch is set!
Dodo-A-Gogo defeats Style Clash, and a mysterious mystery guy attacks Taboo!

*****Previously Recorded*****

Joe Louis Arena
Backstage
1426, Monday

The scene changes to a locker room door, one that reads “Larry Gordon” on the nameplate. We then see a hand reach down, gently turning the knob on the door and opening it slightly. The camera peeks in, we can see Larry Gordon napping on the couch within his office.

Male Voice: *Whispering* Okay. You two, quietly, put him on the gurney.

We see two men wheel a gurney into the office and place it alongside the couch. They take a stretcher and ease it under Gordon, making sure not to wake him. Once he’s on, they count by nodding their heads and transfer him onto the gurney.

Male Voice: *Whispering* Excellent.

The two men begin to wheel the gurney out of the office into the hallway, the “cameraman” guiding the way. He walks down the long corridor before they walk into a garage area, empty this time of day except for a few REBEL Pro staffers. We see Jenny Jersey walking over, but she is quickly hushed by the cameraman.

Male Voice: *Whispering* It’s a surprise.

He motions with his finger for Jenny to follow him. The team with the gurney are now ahead of him, entering a curtained area. As they open the other side of the curtains, we can see the entranceway and the ring in the background. They start to push Gordon out onto the ramp, but one of the men trips and the gurney starts to roll freely down the aisle.

Male Voice: Oh shit!

The other man takes off running after it and catches it just before it’s about to hit the side of the ring.

Male Voice: That was a close one!

As the cameraman continues to make his own way down the aisle, we can hear a muffled scream from Jenny Jersey.

Male Voice: Good. Keep her quiet.

The two men down at the ring have started to slide Larry Gordon into the ring on the stretcher.

Male Voice: You think you can keep her quiet and film at the same time?

Male Voice #2: No problem.

Male Voice: Remember, if she’s uncooperative, just give her “the stuff”.

The two mystery men make their way to the ring, the first mystery man hands the camera off to the second one and heads for the ring. As the new cameraman angles it, we can now see it is Loren N. Chill. He stands beside Larry Gordon just as the medics pull the gurney out from under his body.

Loren N. Chill: You! Come here!

We see Head Referee Alan Stone slide into the ring just as Loren drops to one knee and puts the tip of his pinky finger on Gordon’s chest.

Loren N. Chill: Quietly now. Quietly.

Alan Stone taps the mat.

*Whisper* 1…

*Whisper* 2…

*Whisper* 3…

Loren N. Chill: *Whispering* Ding, ding, ding…

Loren grabs his belt from the cameraman, obviously Dennis Reveni, and drapes it over Gordon’s chest. Once he’s climbed back out of the ring, he secures the camera from Dennis who is now revealed to be holding a microphone and a Fecal Beagle bottle next to Jenny Jersey’s lips.

Loren N. Chill: Choose, one or the other.

Jenny nods towards the microphone.

Loren N. Chill: Go for it.

Jenny Jersey: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND NEEEEWWWWW! FECAL BEAGLE CHAMPION!!! — LARRRRRYYYY GOOORDOOOONNN!!!

At the sound of the booming PA system, Gordon wakes up startled by the noise. He sees that the Fecal Beagle Title is on his chest. He turns and quickly realizes he is in the ring, staring down Chill who grabs the microphone from Dennis who has released Jenny Jersey from her bonds.

Loren N. Chill: How does it feel, Gordon? Does it feel liberating? Does it make you feel like a winner? That is MY GIFT to you. — Doesn’t feel much like winning, does it? Doesn’t feel liberating at all, does it? — It’s down right fucking embarrassing, isn’t it? The instrument of your mockery has been turned against you and I will see to it that you really get what’s coming to you.

Chill and Reveni start walking up the aisle way, Gordon slowly pulls himself to his feet.

Loren N. Chill: The card… The “fuck you”… Airing your defeat on national television… That’s just the beginning. I’m going to make sure you reap what you sowed. I will be laughing my ass off while I watch you try to keep your head above ground. But do me a favor, when you think you’re at the end of your rope, just remember — I didn’t do this to you. You did it to yourself.

Loren drops the microphone before disappearing behind the curtain. Dennis stands around, continuing to film Gordon who is still in a state of shock-and-awe. With that, the scene fades to the normal Aggression opening sequence.

*****The New Sheriff In Town*****

There are red strobe lights panning the small office, and the position seems to be heavily fortified as it were. Jeremy Gold is hiding under his desk, the sirens blaring. He’s freaking out, trying to hold himself together as Rupert The Kangaroo seems oddly at ease with this situation, casually eating a celery stalk and smoking a cigarette. He’s even figured out how to use the water fountain, pressing down on the button and taking some sips of water.

Jeremy Gold: The world is at an end, Rupert. We have to hold down the fort now that Bubba J killed Simon.

Rupert looks over at him, with… Uhm. Concern?

Jeremy Gold: They’re gonna all want to come in here and demand things. Like a decent wage, and health care.

He shudders, just as the door knob begins to turn.

Jeremy Gold: It’s begun! Duck and run Ruppie! Duck and run!

Gold jumps up, but being how he’s under his own desk all he manages to do is smash his head under the desk, fall to the ground and begin crying as he rubs his head. Meanwhile, the lock on the door, his great security fortification, opens.

Jeremy Gold: Breach! Breach!

Rupert hops over to Gold and stomps his face in, by accident we imagine. He does it repeatedly, by accident. The door finally opens and in steps a well dressed, older looking gentlemen. He throws his briefcase down and rubs his ears.

Shawn West: What the hell are you doing, Jeremy?

Gold, now his nose bleeding hoists himself up into Rupert’s arms and Rupert pats him on the head.

Jeremy Gold: You? What the hell are you doing here?

West turns off the panic lights and turns on the regular ones.

Shawn West: I’m the new General Manager.

Jeremy Gold: But I’m the GM?

Shawn West: No, you’re fired. But don’t worry, I’ll need a secretary.

Gold stumbles away from the desk and falls onto the couch at one side of the office. Rupert eats his cigarette.

Shawn West: Now I see why he hired me. Jesus.

West throws his suit jacket off at Gold and takes his seat at the desk of power.

Shawn West: Things are about to change my friend.

Gold whimpers.

Jeremy Gold: Oh god it’s like Barack all over again…

Rupert pets Gold, in an effort to comfort him. We have to wonder who’s the pet, and who’s the master in this relationship.

Shawn West: Yes, well.

West pours himself some whiskey and claps his hands.

Shawn West: Wipe the tears from your eyes and the shit from your ass, we’ve got work to do.

Gold nods as we fade to ringside.

*****Mystery Tournament: The Second*****
*****Bobby J versus Loren N. Chill*****

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.
“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”
The song transitions to the first verse.
“I need you to hear this loud and clear”
As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bobby J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, his fists wrapped in tape and then dipped in broken glass, which seems to be more like plastic Solo cups.
“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”
He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” um…

Bobby J indicates that his name is Bobby J instead of Bubba J.

Jenny Jersey: Bobby J!
Bobby J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bobby J then steps over to his corner, facing the entrance ramp and waiting on the damn match to begin.

Ding Ding

Linzi Martin: That is obviously not Bubba J, but the question is, what are you going to do about it?

Larry Gordon: Its obvious that Bubba J can’t compete here tonight, so I have no problem allowing Bobby J to compete.

Linzi Martin: That and you are doing your best to give the belt back to Loren.

Chill mockingly swats at Bobby J, pointing out that he is most definitely not the real Bubba J. Bobby J comes at him with rights and lefts, really like Bubba J would do, but Bobby J is a bit more unorthadox, actually he just really sucks and only has eyes for the belt that Gordon has sitting in front of him at the table. Loren rolls Bobby J up for a pin, making sure that Bobby J has the pin on him.

One!

Two!

Bobby J releases the pin, shoving up and shaking his head in denial before kicking Chill in the mouth. Chill rocks back on his heels, but charges at Bobby J, before nailing him in the gut and causing Bobby J to fall on him in a dead faint from the pain.

One!

Two!

Somehow Bobby J gets up from the pin, well actually rolls ooff of him, holding at his midsection and muttering something about a probe.

Linzi Martin: I really don’t want to know.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think any of us do.

Chill lifts Bobby J up then whips him into the ropes, allowing himself to be knocked out with a dropkick to the face. Bobby J accidentally falls on Loren again for a pin.

One!

Two!

Bobby J realizes what he is doing and hurriedly rolls off the pin and pulls Chill on top of hiim.

One!

Two!

Chill’s turn to roll off the pin. Chill back up, but Bobby J is upset and wants his title back. Bobby J shoves Chill into the corner, getting up into his face; Chill waves a hand in front of him, indicating that the breath is majorly awful.

Linzi Martin: What has that dude been eating?

Larry Gordon: Probably squirrel brains and eggs.

Linzi Martin: That… is just… disgusting.

Bobby J with a headbutt knocks Chill backwards and lifts him up to the top turnbuckle.

Linzi Martin: Lee…

Larry Gordon: I think his name is Bobby J, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, um, Bobby J is going for an actual wrestling move here, is it a first?

Bobby J lifts Chill up, well he tries but he’s way to weak to perform the move, so he just falls back with a super DDT onto the canvas. Bobby J grins as he pulls Chill’s arm across his chest.

One!

Two!

Chill rolls off somehow, keeping the match going in this really, no change that, extremely odd match where one man is trying to allow the other man to pin him.

Larry Gordon: Wow, what a contest of wills!

Linzi Martin: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Larry Gordon: Not at all, they are trying to give the other man a victory, just like the Dallas Cowboys gave away the game to the Detroit Lions yesterday.

Linzi Martin: Oh yeah, I love me some Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders.

Larry Gordon: I think most people do.

Meanwhile Chill is back up, locking on a side headlock to the stunned Bobby J. Chill with a bulldog rams his head into the turnbuckle before nailing him in the face with several stiff knees to the face and a brainbuster for good effort. Chill makes the uncover, allowing Bobby J’s arm to drape over him.

One!

Two!

Bobby J rolls off another painfully obvious attempt at him having certain victory. Right into a superkick to his jaw that sends his head rocking backwards on his neck. Chill lifts him up, brainbuster and now Chill seems to actually be going for a victory. Chill with a German suplex, rolling around connecting with a second, a third, fourth, and a fifth. Bobby J’s head is rolling around on his neck like its broke or something very similar.

Bobby J manages to somehow(very much on accident) kick Chill in the midsection and hit a stunner on Loren(again complete accident).

Linzi Martin: What does he call that move?

Larry Gordon: I believe it is the Ridiculous Zeti Reticuli Stomp.

Linzi Martin: But he never stomped anything.

Larry Gordon: This is Bobby J we are talking about.

Bobby J pulls Chill on top of him, allowing for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… Loren N. Chill!

Bobby J rolls out of the ring quickly and is in front of Larry Gordon.

Bobby J: I believe this belongs to me!

Bobby J forceably takes the Fecal Beagle Championship before clamping it over his head to protect his brain.

Larry Gordon: No it doesn’t!

Gordon and Lee begin pulling on the title between each other as Loren rolls his eyes and makes his way backstage. Lee pulls Gordon into the ring with him and demands a bell be rung. Gordon lets go of Bobby Lee, and Lee goes flying to the canvas from his own momentum.

Linzi Martin: Uhhhhh… What?!

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match*****
*****Bobby Lee versus Larry Gordon©*****

DING DING DING

Gordon trips, and falls onto Bobby Lee, crushing him. The referee looks around, stunned that this is even happening.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Jenny Jersey: Uhhhh the winner of this match? Larry Gordon!

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Bobby Lee rolls out from under Gordonn and grabs the FB Championship.
Jenny Jersey: And NEEEEEEEEEWWW Feagle Beagle Champion… Bobby…

Jenny Jersey is cut off as Bobby J removes his bald cap and jeans to reveal Bobby Lee wearing dirty tighty whitey briefs, a head with hair, and bare feet.

Jenny Jersey: Lee!

Linzi Martin: I think I’m gonna be sick.

*****THE BIG BREAK*****

We cut to the backstage area, with Rebel Pro intern Marvin Humperdink working away on his laptop. One would assume that he’s doing his homework, because he is a responsible student. A figure then appears behind Humperdink, only his lower half visible. The person in question is wearing torn Levi’s and a large ‘F’ belt buckle.

???
“Sup Dink?”

The intern spins around and the camera rolls back to reveal Super Shredder himself, Finale.

Marvin Humperdink
“Uh…Mr…Costigan…what-”

Finale
“First of all Dink, don’t call me that. Second of all, stand when someone addresses you. Don’t be fucking rude.”

Humperdink stands and wipes his hands on his pants (he gets sweaty when he writes about James Joyce), extending one to Finale. The Free Agent looks down at Dink’s hand and then looks back up at him with an unimpressed expression.

Finale
“The last guy that looked to shake my hand got a big ol’ gob of bloodspit in his face. You looking to travel that road kid?”

Marvin Humperdink
“No sir. Can I ask what you want with me though?”

Finale
“I’m here to give you your big break of course.”

Dink screws up his face, puzzled.

Marvin Humperdink
“I don’t…”

Finale
“It’s cool Dink, I don’t expect you to understand.”

Finale places a hand on the intern’s shoulder.

Finale
“Let me explain. You see Dink, I’m kind of a big deal right now. I know you saw Victory a few days ago, you saw my match with Engel. Yeah I lost, but that’s not the point. Moments after that match ‘Bloodspit’ and ‘Super Shredder’ were both trending on Twitter. As a journalist, you should pay attention to social media. If you did, you’d be salivating at the chance to interview me.”

Marvin Humperdink
“You don’t think Matthew Engel had a lot to do with your popularity?”

Finale
“Oh probably and I get that. Fact of the matter is that I went out there to show the world that I haven’t rolled over and died. That’s what I did. I had one of the best reviewed Victory matches of the last few months and I got my name back out there. Now tonight after I ruin Jaice Wilds’ life, I’ll be back on track.”

Marvin Humperdink
“You think that a win over Jaice Wilds will set your career straight?”

Finale lets out an obnoxious laugh, roughly squeezing the intern’s shoulder. Dink nearly buckles under Finale’s grip.

Finale
“Not in the least. Wilds is a fucking non-issue. It’s a foregone conclusion that I’m going to butcher that little fuck. A victory over him proves only one thing; I’m done losing.”

Marvin Humperdink
“Well Mr. Costigan, I’m not really supposed to-”

Finale
“Dink if we always did what we were supposed to do, what fun could we possibly have? Next week I am going to give you a sit down interview and we’ll discuss whatever you please.”

Marvin Humperdink
“Like if you are ever going to sign a legitimate contract?”

Finale
“Sure. I don’t fucking care, just do your goddamn research and I’ll see you here this time next week. Okay pumpkin?”

Dink can’t help but look excited. If it wasn’t a medium shot, we’d probably see his ‘wrestle-boner’.

Marvin Humperdink
“That sounds great Finale, I’ll see you then!”

Finale takes hold of Dink’s laptop.

Marvin Humperdink
“Uh…I need that.”

Finale
“Yeah but I need it more. My phone died in the middle of a very important e-mail. I need to send Alexis more poetry.”

Marvin Humperdink
“You write poetry?”

Finale
“I’ve gone and said too much. Vanish.”

Finale waves his hand like David Copperfield and then sprints off with the Macbook under his arm. Dink tries to call after him but it’s too late, he’s super fucking fast.

*****AoWF Free Agent vs. REBEL Match*****
*****Finale versus Jaice Wilds*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first!

The opening chords of “Better Off Dead” by Death From Above 1979 cue up and as soon as the song really kicks in pyro explodes with a blinding white flash on the stage. Purple and green lights lay down over the crowd and everyone’s attention is to the stage.

Jenny Jersey: Accompanied to the ring Ramona Holiday, he hails from Buffalo, New York! Standing in at 6’4” tall and weighing in at 245 pounds…

By the time the smoke settles Finale is at the top of the ramp with Ramona Holiday at his side. He walks down to the ring with a focused expression as Ramona slaps hands with the fans.

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Jenny Jersey: He is THE BUFFALO BUTCHER!!!!! FINALE!!!!!!

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Finale enters the ring and jogs around a bit while looking into the crowd, focused on the task at hand.

Linzi Martin: People like to downplay Finale’s credibility, but they’re quick to forget the major impact he made when he first came into the AoWF with the BWF.

Larry Gordon: That’s very true, he was damn near unstoppable for a good while and even won the King O’ Extreme Championship right here in REBEL Pro.

Linzi Martin: Eh, what can you do. People have short memories.

Larry Gordon: I don’t, and I for one hope we see more Finale in REBEL Pro.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, representing REBEL Pro!

“Animals” by Nickleback kicks in and the crowd jumps to their feet, cheering Jaice Wilds despite the fact his theme is done by Nickleback.

Jenny Jersey: He stands in at 5’6” tall, weighing in at 184 pounds. He hails from Brazil!

Jaice Wilds steps out and comes running down to the ring, whizzing past fans as he slaps their hands and jumps right over the top rope and into the ring.

Jenny Jersey: JAICE WILDS!!!

Wilds bounces off the ropes at each side, getting himself ready as he stares across the ring at Finale.

Linzi Martin: I like Jaice, I mean look how close he came to becoming a two time Aggression Champion last week.

Larry Gordon: He did, and he’s been a very successful member of the REBEL ranks. But by God if Finale doesn’t just tower over him.

Linzi Martin: Speed versus power. Oh yeah. I like both though, if you know what I mean.

Larry Gordon: Knowing you, it’s something sexual.

DING DING DING

Jaice Wilds isn’t waiting around, he rushes right at Finale and leaps at him. Finale simply side steps Wilds and laughs, but Wilds bounces off the ropes with a springboard back elbow that catches Finale in the face. But Finale only stumbles back, and Wilds lands right into his arms. Finale with a release German suplex sends Wilds and his neck crashing into the canvas with no regard to the Xtreme Aerialist’s spine taken into consideration. Wilds spins around and jumps up to his feet and Finale lays him out with a roundhouse kick, and the sound alone from the impact has every fan in the arena “Ouch” all at once.

Linzi Martin: Wilds has to get airborne if he wants to get Finale.

Larry Gordon: I agree, he can’t win a ground assault with Finale.

Wilds gets to his feet quickly, Finale seems ready to continue his assault but Wilds jumps up, flips over Finale and takes him down with a stunning neck breaker that has the fans cheering him on. Wilds heads to the top rope as Finale is getting to his feet, Wilds comes off and goes for a frankensteiner! Finale catches him over and takes him down swiftly with a top rope power bomb, and quickly transitions the move into the Buffalo ‘66 submission! The crowd jump to their feet in disbelief at the swift moves, as Wilds begins shaking his head and refusing to tap out. Finale tightens his grip, applying more pressure. Half the crowd boos Finale, the other half cheers Jaice trying to get him to get out of it. It becomes obvious from the pain in Jaice’s face this move is not something you want to be in as Finale just stares out into the crowd, confident as fuck written all over his face.

Linzi Martin: Damn. I hope we don’t get another riot. You know REBEL fans and submissions are like oil and water.

Larry Gordon: Don’t remind me. Simon and I are still dealing with that lawsuit from Chattanooga.

Wilds struggles to get himself free, and with each move to freedom he finds himself even more deeply entrenched in the move. Finally, Finale lets go and gets to his feet, putting his arms out and basking in all the love from the REBEL Pro fans. And by love, we mean hate, as they’re booing the shit out of him. He turns to Wilds and mockingly laughs as Wilds gets to his feet, but Jaice isn’t taking things lightly. Wilds lunges at Finale, taking him down with a cross body splash. Finale looks up, almost as if to say he let that happen, just as Jaice Wilds springboards off the ropes with a leg drop! The crowd goes wild! No pun! Jaice covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT! Finale easily kicks out, and Jaice rolls out of the ring and immediately decides to go REBEL on the last BWF World Champion.

Larry Gordon: And Jaice looks to add some weaponry to this.

Linzi Martin: About time, I was starting to dry up.

Larry Gordon: Yeah… Wait, excuse me?

Linzi licks her fingers and smiles, as Larry quietly turns his attention right back to the action at hand.

Jaice grabs a barbed wire covered bat from under the ring, because those are the types of structural shit we build our rings with, and hops

up onto the apron. Finale doesn’t seem too impressed, bad mouthing Jaice. Jaice swings for Finale’s head, but Finale just leans back and mocks Jaice. Finale backs up and comes back at Jaice on the apron, he archs his foot as he goes for a big boot on Wilds but Wilds ducks, brings the ropes down and it sends Finale awkwardly over the top rope and to the outside. Jaice quickly springboards himself off the ropes, flips over and brings down the barbed wire bat right over Finale’s face. That’s gotta hurt.

Linzi Martin: Damn! I think Finale’s bleeding!

Larry Gordon: I hope he has good medical insurance.

Jaice goes berserk with the barbed wire bat, bringing it down repeatedly all over Finale’s body. Ramona Holiday watches on with concern but Finale get’s serious’d as he kicks Jaice’s knees out from under him. Jaice stumbles back, and Finale gets up and then hits an impact DDT right onto the steel steps. The crowd boos as Finale lifts the top half of the steel steps up and drops it down over Jaice Wilds… But Jaice moves out of the way in time! Jaice jumps to his feet, and grabs Finale quickly. Jumping Russian leg sweep onto the steel steps! Finale’s head gets cracked pretty badly, and now both men are down momentarily. Jaice finds it in him to grab the bat again and slide back into the ring.

Larry Gordon: No count outs, no rope breaks, no rules in REBEL Pro. Just wanton violence, like it should be.

Linzi Martin: Finale is a former KoE Champion. I’m pretty sure he’s familiar with that. He’s quite the looker too. I’d let him Buffalo Butcher me any time.

Larry Gordon: You and your hormones, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: What can I say, I like a good Championship dick.

Larry Gordon: Now I know why Simon hired you.

Finale gets to his feet, wipes the blood off of his face and shakes it off as if that shit didn’t even happen as he gets back into the ring.

Linzi Martin: D’uh.

Jaice Wilds with another swing of the bat as Finale, but Finale just puts his arms up in a cross over his face and blocks the attack. Sure, his flesh from his arms rip out in a few places as Jaice pulls the bat back, but he’s a fucking bad ass.

Linzi Martin: He can Super Shred my ass anytime.

Finale rushes forward, goes for a clothesline but Jaice Wilds ducks.

Larry Gordon: We get it, Linzi.

Jaice springboards off the ropes, and lands a vicious super kick in Finale’s face.

Linzi Martin: He can bring his Stabfest ‘11 into my pants, with his pen-

Larry Gordon: YEAH! WE KNOW!

Wilds hops up onto the top rope and comes off with a stunning corkscrew shooting star press!!! But as he lands, Finale holds up the barbed wire bat and even though Wilds successfully connects, his neck crumples over the bat, cutting up his throat. Wilds rolls off of Finale, coughing and bleeding. Finale feels the pain, but he moves to cover Jaice.

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Jaice kicks out!

Linzi Martin: Damn these guys are good. What’s a girl to do, Larry?

Larry Gordon: Do what you’re doing in private. My goodness.

Linzi holds her hand to Larry’s face.

Linzi Martin: Sample?

Larry Gordon: No thanks.

Finale is up first and he lifts Jaice Wilds up by the neck, purposefully crushing his thumbs into Wilds’ new cuts as he whips him into the corner turnbuckles. Jaice is a boss ass REBEL though, in case you forgot, and he hops up onto the turnbuckle again. Finale “accidentally” shoves the referee into the ropes, causing Wilds to slip and crotch land on the turnbuckles. Finale grabs Jaice by the hair and begins smacking him across the face.

Finale: Bad! Bad! Bad!

Wilds flips himself backwards, throwing his feet up, placing them on Finale’s shoulders. Then he flips forward, crotch to face and takes Finale down, sitting down on his chest as he reaches back and pulls Finale’s legs up for the cover! But the referee is slow to get up… Finally, he does.

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT! Finale kicks out and throws Jaice off of him.

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Linzi Martin: This is getting intense!

Jaice quickly hops to the top rope and doesn’t wait for a moment as he comes off the top rope with Aerial Ace!!! But Finale puts his knees up, and Jaice bounces off of him in serious pain. Finale back up and he looks like he wants to put some hurt to Jaice as he throws him back into the turnbuckles. Finale climbs out onto the apron and Jaice turns around and begins throwing lefts and rights to fight back the tide from his stance on the second turnbuckle. Finale climbs up, taking the hits and throwing some of his own back. The exchange ends when Finale punches Wilds in the throat, right where Wilds was cut up from the bat. Finale grabs onto Jaice and pulls him forward… A Piledriver from the second rope onto the apron!!! Jaice falls forward and to the outside, as Finale joins him.

Larry Gordon: Intense isn’t the word, Linzi!

Finale grabs Jaice and throws him back into the ring. Finale slides back in and locks on Tiger Blood!!! Jaice’s eyes shoot open, glaring in pain… He tries to fight out, the crowd is on their feet.

Fans: JAICE! JAICE! JAICE!

Finale: TAP! TAP! TAP!

Fans: JAICE! JAICE! JAICE!

Linzi Martin: NANCY! NANCY! NANCY!

Wilds refuses to tap.

Larry Gordon: Sit down, what are you doing?

Finale applies more pressure.

Linzi Martin: Just getting in on the action?

Finally, Jaice Wilds begins to tap out.

DING DING DING

Finale doesn’t let go, he just keeps applying more and more pressure as his music hits. The crowd boos loudly. Finally, The Buffalo Butcher eases off and gets up, his hand is raised.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match by submission… FINALE!

Finale exit’s the ring, wiping the blood from his face as he makes his way to the back with Ramona.

Linzi Martin: Jaice really tried hard, it sucks he lost.

Larry Gordon: I’m impressed, either way. Finale and Jaice put on a great match, and I hope we see more of Finale.

*****Indestructible*****

In the beginning… There were three.

The time has come to wave the flag once again.

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*****Medical Issues*****

We quickly fade backstage, where Vincent Black is being escorted out of the building by security. He seems upset.

Shawn West: Hey, I don’t care how things used to be done. I’m in charge, and I say you can’t wrestle like that pal.

Vincent Black: You’re another asshole straight out of Kalis’ pocket.

Shawn West: Hey, hey now. Don’t worry, if you really want to get yourself killed in a handicap match come back next week and we’ll see what we can work out.

West sips his whiskey, smiles and waves off security.

Vincent Black: Fuck you.

Black gets hauled off by a bunch of security guards, and West just turns around to go back into his office.

Shawn West: No thanks.

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*****Non Title Match*****
*****Jamie Flynn versus Virgil Keenan*****

The match starts uncharacteristically of the Rebel wrestling environment as Virgil and Jamie swiftly circle each other, eyes locked. Timidly moving towards each other Virgil offers a hand, test of strength. The champion knows he’s bigger and likely stronger than his opponent. Jamie accepts the lock only to twirl the arm into an arm wrench. Jamie drops a few elbows and twirls into a drop toe hold, rolling through, and over Virgil for a side headlock. Virgil swiftly rolls the move and plants Jamie on his shoulders for a one count. Jamie rolls it back to the stationary headlock. Another counter attempt and Virgil brings it to a vertical stance before elbowing his opponent a few time and sweeping him to the ground where he swiftly stomps the knee.

Jamie scurries away and gets back to his feet where Virgil is already upon him with a back hand chop across the chest. Jamie stagger back be retorts with a guttural kick. The two exchange blows until Jamie gets the upper hand and whips Virgil into the ropes. The champ comes back with a nasty dropkick to the knee, which causes Flynn to topple over head and crash on the mat. Virgil capitalizes on the knee; grabbing the limb and jerking it around violently, stomping it, and stretching it. Flynn fights it off with a few kicks before getting to his feet. Virgil bursts forward and attempts a clothesline only for the skilled competitor to duck
and lift the oncoming momentum up into the air and down on the top rope with a flap jack.

With Virgil squirming on the mat Jamie takes his advantage and brings the champion to his feet, slapping him around with a few strikes before landing a snap suplex and rolling senton combination. Upon lifting Virgil for the next move the champion wrestler drops with a jawbreaker and staggers Jamie into the ropes. A mere second later Flynn is dropped to his back from a knee clip. Keenan keeps a focus on the knee as he lays the leg on the bottom rope and stomps the Jesus out of it, followed by a knee drop.

Jamie tries several time to regain his composer and get back to his feet, but Virgil uses his strategy and the weakening knee to his advantage. When Keenan attempts to bring Jamie to his feet himself and jam him in the corner he counters with a slicing kick to the ribs. Virgil coughs and cradles his side, only for another kick, another. And a final combination superkick that gets caught! Virgil dragon screws the leg and cripples Jaime onto the ground. The fans start chanting for blood and weapons. So why the hell not. Virgil rolls out of the ring and grabs a black folding chair from ringside. ONLY TO TURN INTO A SUICIDE DIVE!
Jamie staggers to his feet and grabs the dropped chair, slamming it a few times vengefully onto Keenan’s back. 3 shots and the new Rebel-pro member looks to find more inventive methods of attack. Tossing up the ring apron he finds nearly bazillion different weapons. It is Rebel-pro after all. A random sack of something is pulled out and Jamie sneaks a peek inside out of curiosity. He smirks. Turning around to his opponent Jamie takes the bag and slams it into the arm of a rising champion who cries in pain as he tries to get away. Another shot to his back and Virgil screeches in pain. The bag starts to rip open; dropping shards of class on the ground. Keenan leans against a barrier when Flynn makes another slam attempt only to miss when the champ side steps and brings a knee up into the sternum. A few repeated shots and Keenan rams Flynn into the steel turnbuckle pole on the outside.

Jamie is dazed as his head get repeatedly slammed into the steel before being rolled into the ring. Virgil retrieves the Chair again, coupled with a second one and returns to the ring when he stabs it down on Jamie’s knee. Jamie clenches the knee before he’s brought to his feet and whips across the ring. On his return Virgil bluntly slams the chair into the leg. Jamie flips head over heel onto the mat grasping at his leg with an “ooo00o0o” chant starting at the harsh move. Jamie is having a hard time here with the champ and rightfully so, but he needs a quick counter an advantage which he makes for himself. Virgil is setting a chair up into the corner and whips Jamie into it, only or Flynn to swiftly counter and send the champ head over heels into the chair, landing on his head and leaning into the turnbuckle awkwardly.

Jamie rubs his leg almost apologizing before hitting the ropes and racing back, diving into the champion with a missile drop kick. Keenan falls out of the corner almost onto his opponent holing his face in agony. Flynn staggers to his feet, retrieving the second chair and stabs it down on Keenan’s finger! A scream of pain and Virgil grasps his finger gawking at it pain. In irony Jamie stabs the leg with the chair before bluntly tossing it at the champion. Mostly concerned with his finger Keenan drags himself to his feet via the ropes, favouring the finger. This wasn’t the wisest idea as the bulls-eye isn’t lost on Jamie who viciously grabs the finger and twists it back grossly. Virgil in pain reacts in a flail, smashing his fists into Jamie’s nose! Shot after shot Virgil unloads until the reaction of pain makes the man stagger back holding the impact point. Keenan holds his finger which at this point might actually be broken, which gives Jamie a small time to recover where he attempts another attack charging at the champion, only to be hoisted and tossed over head to the outside! Only to land skilfully on the apron, unbeknownst to the champion to tends to his finger. SPRING BOARD WHEEL KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Keenan looks knocked the FUCK out as Jamie makes a cover.

1.

2.

Th- Kickout!

Jamie looks frustrated with the near count but doesn’t fret as he exits the ring in search for new weapons. A moment later, Jamie finds himself a barbed wire spool. Agreeing with his discovery Jamie rolls into the ring, loosening up a meter of the wire. Keenan starts moving to his feet only to find himself the victim of several whips into his back! The blood begins to seep out is random small lacerations throughout the back. Keenan manages to get to his feet and avoid a shot, side step another, and roll out of the ring. Jamie whips of the top rope and misses again as Keenan holds his back in pain standing on the ramp. Jamie doesn’t give a shit though as he wraps his elbow in the wire, hitting the ropes and returning for another SUICIDE DI- BAG OF GLASS TO THE FUCKING FACE. The momentum carries through and they both crash on the ramp!

Jamie rolls around holding his face as his brow begins to bleed all over the steel ramp. Virgil brings himself back up and smirks to himself. Grabbing the spool of wire, Keenan wraps it around the leg of his opponent. Before Jamie and realize much of what is going on Keenan proceeds to pull on one end of the wire and then alternating to the other end of the wire. The barbed wire slices through the pant leg and rips the holy high hell out of the leg until Jamie fights back with a few weak kicks. Getting to his feet Flynn staggers around, heading up the ramp to create distance. Virgil reaches into the fans and gets a chair for his efforts. The fans love the blood and cheer the champion and Jamie on in their lovely Rebel Showdown.

Virgil slams the chair on the steel ramp before heading up the structure looking to connect with a vicious shot, only for Jamie to swiftly come out of nowhere with a step up hurricanranna! Keenan lands rough on his back with impact, putting him down long enough for Flynn to return to the ring on a limp. It takes a moment but Keenan follows him back with the chair. The wire is still wrapped around Jamies knee, but it doesn’t phase him much as he continues to wrap the leg turning it into a weapon. Virgil slides into the ring and Jamie is quickly upon him with stomps and pummelling his elbows into the opponent. Flynn drags him to his feet and hoists the champion up on his shoulders for a gut buster! Virgil squirms around the ring holding his stomach.
Flynn brings his leg into the battle again when he sits Keenan up and soccer kicks him in the back! the barbed wire cuts and splices as he kicks over and over, finishing off with a bounce in the ropes and a Shinning wizard.

1.

2.

Thr- No.

Flynn starts feeling a little irritated. Wanting to end the match the wrestler looks to the top rope. He signals for it and the fans go wild. Keenan looks to stir, which is perfect as the aerialist starts to climb the ropes. Perched atop the ropes like a vigilante Flynn waits to finish the match. Keenan makes it to his feet and staggers around the ring before turning to Flynn who DEVIL PLA- His leg gives out! Flynn plants himself ace first on the canvas rolling around in pain! Keenan flinches as his heart nearly shot out through his chest. But with the fall Virgil smiles and rolls out of the ring, grabbing Flynn by his legs, pulling him violently into the poll, right between the legs. Flynn holds his gonads as Keenan sets up the legs around the steel. FIGURE OUR LEG LOCK! Jamie thrashes and bashes around the ring as Virgil hangs off the apron, crushing the leg! It’s perfectly legal!
The ref asks the wrestler if he wants to tap. He refuses. Straight out refuses to tap. He grabs the ropes and clenches them as if they would help him in this situation. They won’t. Jamie smashes the canvas but he doesn’t tap. He looks for support from the fans and doesn’t find it. Keenan keeps yelling at the man to tap. Tap. Tap. Tap tap. The words drill into his head but he won’t do it! Luckly, the barbed wire leg that rubs up against Keenan’s in this hold starts tarring and wounding the champion, causing him to let the hold go. But the damage is done.

Virgil gets back into the ring and bellows out a chant. The masked man signals for the burning hammer! Flynn crawls away and grabs the ropes. It’s the only way he can get to his feet at this point. His leg is basically dead at this point. Keenan smirks through his mask as he gives a vicious kick to the wounded leg and topples Flynn to his knee. Keenan grabs the star by the hair and lifts him up onto his shoulders! Walking away from the ropes. POW!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

THREE COUNT. FLYNN WINS!

Jamie counters the burning hammer into a sunset flip pin!!

Jamie rolls out of the ring and smiles arrogantly to the champion in the ring. Flynn lifts his hand up and signals that he was “That close.” Keenan looks vicious angry, getting to his feet and kicking the bottom rope. The only saving grace is that he is still a champion. That, and Jamie stumbles with each step. The winner limps his victory walk up the ramp. The champ was so close to pulling out the victory but this match belongs to Jamie Flynn.

*****All Hail*****

We fade away from the arena, and the camera shows us a scene right outside of a Boston hospital. A quick flash, and we find ourselves within this medical institution.

Simon Kalis: Hey…

We see Kalis hold his hand up in a salute, very forcefully. He’s obviously out of his coma now, but he is still hooked up to all sorts of equipment. Masakazu is there, leaning up against the wall next to Simon’s bed.

Masakazu: He’s always trying to look pretty for old friends, isn’t he?

The visitor scoffs.

Visitor: You never knew when to tone it down, did you?

Kalis smirks.

Simon Kalis: Never, brother.

Kalis gingerly reaches into his dresser next to him, grabbing out a pack of smokes. The visitor, who we can only see from behind, shakes his head.

Visitor: So you couldn’t manage to keep yourself alive long enough to welcome me.

Simon Kalis: No, but I will anyways.

He lights his cigarette as the visitor drops a large beige envelope onto his bed.

Visitor: Figure you might want to see that.

Masakazu: Is that what I think it is?

Kalis taps the envelope and smirks. The visitor nods.

Simon Kalis: Welcome to REBEL Pro, my old friend.

*****Burning Bridges*****

As we fade to the REBEL Pro logo, followed by the AoWF logo… There is suddenly a flash that stays on screen for a few moments.

Fade away…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Loren N. Chill defeats Larry Gordon and pawns off the Fecal Beagle title to him
Loren Chill defeats “Bobby J”, and advances into the mystery tournament of doom!
Larry Gordon defeats Bobby Lee, and Bobby Lee gets his Fecal Beagle title back!
Finale defeats Jaice Wilds, and the Stabfest ‘11 comes to REBEL Pro
Jamie Flynn defeats Virgil Keenan in a tight match up.