*****Red, White and Bruised*****
Static comes over the screen as the AoWF and REBEL Pro logos fade into darkness.
“There comes a time, when we must chose.”
We see brilliant flashes of light, mixed with the images of Lisa Seldon and Emily Corlen.
“We must chose between freedom and security.”
A next set of flashes, and this time we see The Phoenix and Mr. Hardcore.
“We must chose whether to lay down and submit… Or fight for all that we hold precious.”
The light is almost blinding now, as we see the images of the long arduous battles that have taken place between Vincent Black and “The Show” Chad Kurtis.
“Give me liberty…”
We see brilliant flash of Justin Case with his arms raised.
“Or give me death.”
We see Legion, pointing towards you the viewer.
“On this day, we celebrate our independence.”
Fireworks EXPLODE all across the entrance ramp as some epic music plays. The sold out crowd in the Georgia Dome is on their feet as the fireworks display continues, red, white and blue streams whistle like missiles before booming on the four corners of the ring.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Welcome to Red, White and Bruised 2011 folks! This is Mikey Massacre, alongside my new and permanent partner here on the announce table.
LINZI MARTIN: Yeah! The Chaos is back, everyone! You may remember me as Tear Gutter, the PWA Wednesday Night Chaos’ awesome commentator.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Right. Leave it up to Kalis to hire one of his own flunkies.
LINZI MARTIN: Hey, there’s no need for that Mikey. You should be happy to have me here!
MIKEY MASSACRE: So Simon and his other flunky Gold can continue to ruin the great principles REBEL Pro was built on? Yeah, I’ll pass Linzi.
LINZI MARTIN: Did a barbed wire bat crawl up your ass tonight or what? I mean look at this! Can’t you feel the excitement?! This is the single biggest show in REBEL Pro history! In the Georgia Dome! On Pay-Per-View across the world! The WORLD, Mikey.
MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ll see how long this experiment lasts, Linzi.
Suddenly “Iron” by Woodkid hits over the speakers and Simon Kalis steps out and receives a huge chorus of cheers.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Eating out of his hand already.
LINZI MARTIN: Oh stop being such a spoil sport.
Kalis adjusts the collar to his Armani suit as he sombrely makes his way to the ring, rubbing the bandage on his head where Agenda bit his face. He takes it slow and methodical up the steel steps, before hopping himself over the top rope. Kalis grabs a microphone and walks around the ring, smiling at the throngs of cheering fans.
SIMON KALIS: Atlanta!!!!!!!
The crowd pops, of course.
SIMON KALIS: We stand on the precipice of greatness, ladies and gentlemen. There is so much happening, so quickly and across such vast distances that it’s truly hard to keep up. Of course I’m talking about REBEL Pro, rising to the challenge. Each and every single one of you, backstage.
Simon points to the entrance ramp and smiles proudly.
SIMON KALIS: Stepping up the challenge we set out at Danger Zone, by moving Aggression to Monday night’s to compete with the BWF. I merely laid the groundwork for this mission, but you. All of you back there, you did it! And we forced the BWF to move to Thursdays, not because of me. Or what I did. But because of each and every single one of you putting your hearts on your sleeves and bleeding and fighting, crawling and gnawing for every hard earned victory in this magnificent ring.
The crowd cheers.
SIMON KALIS: Most of all though, through them… They brought all of you here. To bare witness to the epic awesomeness that is REBEL fucking Pro WRESTLING!!!
Kalis raises his arms in the air, circling the ring as the crowd throws waves and waves of cheers.
SIMON KALIS: Through you! Our fans! Have we made it possible to step up and prove why we are on the rise not just in the United States, but across the great Alliance of Wrestling Federation’s we find ourselves to be so proudly apart of. But is that why I’m here? To discuss how awesome REBEL Pro is? I mean shit, all of you know that already… Right?
The crowd cheers again even louder.
SIMON KALIS: Am I here to whine, bitch and complain about delusional mutinies and how the world fucking hates me? Who am I? Mark Sommers?
Kalis cracks a grin, and winks at the camera as the crowd goes “Ohhhhhh!”
SIMON KALIS: Or is it that I’m here to talk about this growing cancer in the Alliance, who mockingly calls themselves the Alliance of Wrestling’s Finest? No… That will come in time. Everyone knows how I am with beating the drums of war. And contrary to popular belief, not the kind of war with guns and other cool stuff. The time for that will come soon enough. The AoW’s Finest and other ilk like them, such as the Extreme Elite…
The crowd boos at the mere mention of them.
SIMON KALIS: Yeah. I’ve taken notice of your threats against Jeremy Gold and myself, gentlemen. And trust me, you don’t fuck with me boys. But this evening, we celebrate. We celebrate the birth of the greatest nation on Earth!
The crowd gives a huge pop.
Fans: USA! USA! USA! USA!
SIMON KALIS: And we’re going to do it the only way REBEL Pro can… Through unadulterated, uncensored hardcore FUCKING VIOLENCE!
Kalis flips the microphone in the air as “Iron” hits again, the crowd cheering.
LINZI MARTIN: So I guess the Extreme Elite is on notice.
MIKEY MASSACRE: What a great guy, insulting all of our partners in the AoWF and then saying how much he loves them. He makes no sense. Think of it like this… We’ve got the REBEL Pro boss fighting in Victory Wrestling. The Victory Wrestling boss, not only fighting here but our World Champion. Does it make any sense to you?
LINZI MARTIN: Yeah… They both rock!
MIKEY MASSACRE: The true REBEL icons are being forgotten for people like Lisa, Emily and this guy. It’s disgusting.
LINZI MARTIN: Okay. Uhhh…
Linzi coughs as the awkward silence between them deadens the airwaves until Simon disappears backstage, and the bell rings.
*****Jaice Wilds versus Inferno*****
And just as Simon disappears backstage, Inferno and Wilds come barrelling out from the backstage area in the middle of a brawl. The bell hasn’t even rung as Inferno grabs Wilds and smashes his face against the entrance ramp, with both of them down on the ground. Wilds elbows Inferno in the face, throwing Inferno off of himself. Wilds gets to his feet, springboards himself off the fans barricades and lands on Inferno as he gets up, taking Inferno down with a hurricanrana onto the ground.
MIKEY MASSACRE: The match hasn’t even started yet.
LINZI MARTIN: I guess they decided it’d be better to just break each other’s face immediately.
Jaice Wilds begins wailing on Inferno with stiff kicks as Inferno tries to get back to his feet to no avail. Finally security rushes, and Jenny Jersey is left in the ring shrugging since she never had a chance to announce the match in the first place. Inferno and Wilds are separated from each other and the match really, never happens.
*****The Drawing Board*****
We fade backstage to the office of Simon Kalis, minority owner of REBEL Pro and not just cause he’s black you assholes.
JEREMY GOLD: You know, I thought this was gonna be my job?!
Kalis sits at the General Manager’s desk, tapping his fingers over it’s rosewood veneer. Gold bangs his fists against the closet, which he is of course locked in.
SIMON KALIS: You started a rift with the Extreme Elite, so you’ll stay in there for your own protection.
Simon bites his bottom lip as he looks up.
MASAKAZU: Hostile still isn’t here. No one’s heard a thing from him since he lost to Wood in Victory Wrestling.
Masakazu, Simon’s son and other half of The Order of Chaos steps into the scene by plopping himself down on the leather seat across from Simon.
JEREMY GOLD: If he doesn’t show up, what’d we do?!
SIMON KALIS: Shut up, Jer.
JEREMY GOLD: Okay.
He whimpers from the closet as Simon taps his desk.
SIMON KALIS: Then we make the life of the Extreme Elite a living fucking hell.
MASAKAZU: Uh, weren’t we gonna do that anyways?
Kalis smirks, nodding.
SIMON KALIS: Yeah but, at least now we have a good excuse.
Kalis smirks as we fade to ringside…
*****Number One Contenders Trophy- Cage Match*****
*****Vincent Black versus “The Show” Chad Kurtis*****
We return to ringside, where both Vincent Black and Chad Kurtis are already in the ring as the cage is put into place.
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest will be a cage match, and the winner shall receive the Number One Contender’s Trophy!
Chad Kurtis and Vincent Black stare down each other, as they both circle the ring. The cage is locked and sealed now.
DING DING DING
They lock horns and a power struggle begins between them. Vincent Black uses his size to push Chad Kurtis back and right up against the ropes and the cage wall. The barbed wire middle rope begins cutting its way into Kurtis’ back as Vincent forces himself onto Kurtis long enough to begin pushing him side to side against it. Black bashes Kurtis’ head against the steel cage walls not once, not twice but three times before Kurtis finally pushes Vincent Black back.
MIKEY MASSACRE: There’s three ways to win this match, folks. Either you escape the cage or you win by pinfall or submission.
LINZI MARTIN: Escaping the cage always sounds the easiest, but it always becomes the hardest way.
Kurtis springboards himself off the cage wall and nails Black with a spinning heel kick. Black’s head twists around and Chad quickly kicks him in the gut and lays him out with an implant DDT. The crowd cheers wildly for “The Show” as Chad immediately hops up onto the cage wall and begins his ascension.
LINZI MARTIN: Chad Kurtis not wasting any time here!
MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s playing it smart. Still I’m sure we’d all rather see these two beat each other to a pulp like we know they can.
Black is quick to his feet, and he sees Chad climbing the cage wall. Chad’s already halfway up when Black grabs onto the cage wall and begins shaking it with all his strength. Kurtis momentarily loses his grip and realizes he’s going down, so he lets go, puts his elbow out and hits Black in the collar bone with a heavy elbow from a few feet up. Black stumbles back, limp on the left side where he got hit but Chad is on the canvas. Black stomps down on Chad’s face and then grabs him by the back of the neck and throws him into the cage wall.
LINZI MARTIN: Vincent Black is brutal.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Realized that just now, did you?\
Black begins trying to put Kurtis’ face through the cage wall as he holds Kurtis’ face against the cage wall and begins pushing it against it trying to crush it. Kurtis wildly throws elbows behind him to hit Black, which they do, but to no avail. Kurtis grabs onto the barbed wire middle ropes and screams as he pulls with all his strength. Black backs up and looks around at the crowd as they boo him, unaware of what Chad is doing. Chad rips a chunk of the barbed wire ropes right out of it’s bearings and jumps up onto Black’s back, wrapping the barbed wire around Vincent Black’s neck and then hanging off of him. Black’s eyes widen, the big man wobbling around the ring and choking as the barbed wire rips into his throat and flesh. Kurtis screams and yells for Black to go down.
LINZI MARTIN: Oh my god that’s dangerous! Chad’s blood was already all over that barbed wire, can’t Vincent get like… Blood poisoning and stuff? That’s a real thing isn’t it?
MIKEY MASSACRE: Don’t think that’s their top priority right now Linzi.
Vincent Black finally falters to one knee, his eyes fluttering as he gasps for breath and his neck begins to bleed horribly. Kurtis leaves him there on his knees and springboards himself off the cage wall into a dropkick which takes Vincent Black down to the canvas. Kurtis begins climbing the cage wall again immediately, and makes his way up.
Linzi Martin: Kurtis could win it all right here!
Mikey Massacre: Blacks been really hurt by the barbed wire lynching Kurtis put on him, there’s no question about it.
But Black is getting to his feet and he rips the barbed wire out of his neck, making him bleed quite a bit more. Kurtis is at the top of the cage now, reading to make his way over but he stops and stands up on the cage wall, trying to carefully balance himself. Kurtis looks down and jumps! He goes for a massive hurricanrana on Vincent Black, but Black catches him, spins him around and LAYS HIM OUT with The New Hope!!!! The crowd goes nuts as Black falls back, breathing heavily and rubbing his bleeding throat as Kurtis seems utterly KO’d.
LINZI MARTIN: God DAMN!!!! That really backfired on Chad Kurtis!! He had the match won, Mikey! All he had to do was jump down to the outside!
MIKEY MASSACRE: The need for blood got the better of him, and it did backfire. Hard.
Black finally throws himself onto Kurtis, draping his arm over him.
1!
2!!
THRE-KICK OUT! CHAD KURTIS KICKS OUT!!!
MIKEY MASSACRE: It took Black too long to make the cover.
LINZI MARTIN: Had he made a second earlier, he just might’ve won it.
Black climbs to his feet and grabs a hold of Chad Kurtis. He scoops Chad Kurtis up and throws him right into the cage door. Black grabs Kurtis’ head and begins bashing it over and over against the cage door lock. He throws a bloodied Chad Kurtis aside and begins kicking the cage door’s lock until finally it breaks open. But Kurtis is coming to and gets to his feet. Black begins making his way out of the cage through the door but Chad grabs Vincent at the last second, spinning him around and hitting the CK Finale through the cage door!!! They BOTH go outside of the ring and the camera flashes in the arena are blinding as they both fall outside of the cage at the same time.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Who’s feet touched the ground first?!
LINZI MARTIN: I.. I don’t know!!
DING DING DING
The bell rings as the referee looks on to see the damage. An instant replay plays over the REBELTron, showing that as Chad Kurtis dropped Vincent Black with the CK Finale, Black held onto him and pulled him out of the cage with him. Both men’s feet hit the ground almost at the same time, but it’s unclear who won. Jenny Jersey waits for a response from the official to let her know who won.
JENNY JERSEY: As a result of both mens feet hitting the outside of the ring at the same time… This match is a draw.
The crowd boos and both Black and Kurtis look at each other in disbelief.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Draw?! Draw’s don’t happen in REBEL Pro!
LINZI MARTIN: I guess one just did.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Then who get’s the Number One Contender’s Trophy?
LINZI MARTIN: I don’t know. I think Kurtis’ feet touched the ground first though.
MIKEY MASSACRE: No the way Chad does CK Finale, it was Black who ended up getting out first.
LINZI MARTIN: This is a big mess…
*****Grudge Match*****
*****Legion versus Justin Case*****
JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!
No music plays as Legion heads out from the backstage area, surrounded by his various priests. The crowd boos, and this is the sound that swells in the arena as Legion makes his way to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first… LEGION!!!!
The crowd keeps booing, knowing very well what Legion thinks of them as he gets into the ring. His priests surround the ring just as “Victory” by Puff Daddy hits and Justin Case comes running out from the backstage area. He doesn’t even wait for Jenny to announce him, Hugh Aredone following him casually as Case slides into the ring and jumps to his feet.
JENNY JERSEY: His opponent… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME”… JUSTIN CASE!!!
Case begins circing the ring and nods as the bell dings.
DING DING DING
Case and Legion jump each other immediately, exchanging heavy lefts and rights in an all out brawl that sees Legion use his size to overpower Case. Legion continues to uses his size and reach to grab Case by the chest and hold him back with his left arm as he knocks him in the face with his right hand. Case pushes himself free, not one to be overpowered. Legion goes for a clothesline, but Justin Case ducks out of the way and throws his leg out, tripping Legion to the canvas. Instantly he starts stomping on his neck, but Legion grabs him by the legs and takes him down to the canvas with him. It backfires as Case quickly rolls over onto Legion‘s back, slides himself around and grabs onto Legion‘s legs. Justin Case locks in a Boston Crab and begins moving back and forth, applying and releasing pressure in cyclical motion. He adds even more pressure with each go around and Legion does not look like he‘s ready to tap.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Case showing off some of the technical skill he has.
LINZI MARTIN: Not to mention, he’s really hot. Just in case U didn’t know!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Right I’m sure. This is who they put with me, a hormonal driven girl…
LINZI MARTIN: I am NOT a whore, you ass.
One of the hooded men who Legion calls his priests slides into the ring, and the referee immediately backs off. He lifts the heavy oak staff he carries, the skull on the tip hits Justin Case across the back of the head. Case falls off of Legion as two of the other priests surround Hugh Aredone, daring him to stop them. The fourth and final priest throws a few weapons into the ring, random barbed wire covered bats and and 2×4’s. There’s even a staple gun amongst the weaponry. Case quickly grabs the stapler gun and fires off a few staples into the priests face. The priest grabs his face, as Case jumps to his feet and clotheslines him over the top rope onto the outside. Hugh Aredone, as well as the crowd, cheer for Justin Case. But what Case doesn’t see is Legion rise to his feet and pick up the barbed wire baseball bat.
LINZI MARTIN: Jeez are there no rules here or what?
MIKEY MASSACRE: For Christ’s sake, you know where you are right? Everything’s legal in REBEL Pro.
LINZI MARTIN: Oh well that explains it.
Legion wraps the barbed wire bat over Case’s neck from behind and begins choking him with it. The barbs cutting up Case’s neck and throat. Case falls to one knee, gasping for air. He still has the stapler gun in his hand and aims it behind himself and begins going cachunk cachunk cachunk with it all into Legion’s tattooed arm and his chest. On the outside the priests begin setting tables up to surround the ring while one of them holds Hugh Aredone back. Case keeps firing off staples and plugging Legion’s arm and chest with them until the stapler gun clicks empty. Case begins whacking the gun itself against Legion but Legion just continues to pull back, choking the life out of Case until he’s too weak to keep hitting him. Case’s arms go limp, the stapler gun falls from his hand. Legion lets go and Case remains on both knees now, woozy with his head down and his neck bleeding. Legion tees up and hit’s a home run with Case’s head, smashing the barbed wire baseball it HARD into his head. Case hit’s the canvas, bleeding.
LINZI MARTIN: *Shrieks* Oh my GOD!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Finally, some real action again.
LINZI MARTIN: That Legion guy is mugging Justin Case!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah.
Legion stomps down on Justin Case now. The crowd boos, but then begins a big chant for Justin Case in the hopes of feeding him energy. Case is weary, as his neck continues to get stomped on by Legion who holds the top rope for leverage. Case instinctively reaches out and grabs a crowbar that was one of the weapons thrown in the ring and cracks it over Legion’s knee. Legion remains standing but Case whacks him again and again in his leg and knee until Legion stumbles back. Justin Case rolls onto his back and whacks Legion with the crowbar on his other knee repeatedly until Legion is now on his knees. Legion looks up just as Justin Case cracks him over the face and sends him to the canvas. Both men now are laid out on the canvas, breathing heavily.
LINZI MARTIN: That’s how you do it, Justin! Show that asshole!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Haha, finally getting into how we do things in REBEL?
LINZI MARTIN: What can I say?! It gets your blood pumping!
Case rolls himself onto Legion and covers.
1!
2!!
KICK OUT!
Legion kicks out easily, throwing Justin Case off of him. Justin rolls away and gets to his feet. As Legion comes to his feet, Justin Case rushes towards him and dropkicks him! Legion goes flying over the top rope right through one of the tables one of his own priests had set up! Legion rubs his back, but Justin Case goes to the top turnbuckle and flies off with an elbow straight into Legion’s throat! Legion coughs but his priests are all over Justin Case, as they begin smashing at his back and robs with their heavy oak staffs. Case quickly rolls into the ring to avoid any more damage as Legion gets to his feet and slides back into the ring after him. Legion and Justin Case begin an all out brawl until Justin Case gets loose, bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline on Legion. Legion ducks, and as Case bounces off the ropes again and comes back Legion lifts his leg and hit’s a big boot right to Case’s face. Case hit’s the canvas and Legion covers.
1!
2!!
THR-KICK OUT!
Case kicks out, not willing to give up yet.
LINZI MARTIN: Justin Case still has the heart of a champion.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah but his problem is that Legion wants to rip that heart out and hold it in the air like a trophy.
Case tries crawling away but Legion grabs him by the legs and flips him onto his back. Case throws a few errant kicks out, nailing Legion in the knees and gut. Case quickly rebounds to his feet and grabs onto Legion. Case screams as he lifts Legion up and hits Just 2 Talented!!! The crowd goes nuts, Case covers.
1!
2!!
3!!!
KICK OUT!
The referee shakes his head, calling for the bell.
DING DING DING
Case gets to his feet and has his arm raised in victory, Legion having kicked out just a split second too late.
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match… JUSTIN CASE!!!
Legion doesn’t care as he gets to his feet, grabbing Case and twisting him around. Legion grabs Case by the neck and lifts him high up into the air before chokeslamming him over the top rope, to the outside and through a table! Even though “Victory” is playing, Legion walks out of the ring shaking his head, his priests following him behind. Hugh Aredone checks on Case.
LINZI MARTIN: Incredibly close, but I don’t think it ends here.
MIKEY MASSACRE: That’d be a real understatement, Linzi.
*****Where Art Thou?*****
JEREMY GOLD: Dude! DUDE! Just please let me out!?
Gold bangs on the closet he’s trapped inside as we fade backstage. Simon Kalis finally lets him out.
SIMON KALIS: Hostile hasn’t shown up yet. I don’t think he will. That fucking prick.
JEREMY GOLD: So what’d we do?!
Gold wipes the drool off his face as he looks up from his knees.
SIMON KALIS: Well we’ve gotta do something, and I think this is the perfect chance to fuck those Extreme Elite assholes over again.
Kalis smirks, and Gold wipes the crusted tears from his eyes as we fade to ringside…
*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Hostile© versus Violet Harper*****
DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship!!!!
The sold out crowd here in the Georgia Dome cheers as “The Perfect Drug” by Nine Inch Nails hits over the speakers.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger! She hails from Portsmouth, New Hampshire…
Violet Harper steps out, a grand display of pyros shooting off behind her on the stage as highlights of her illustrious career thus far play on the REBELTron.
JENNY JERSEY: She is… VIOLET HARPER!!!!
Violet moves confidently to the ring amidst the thunderous roars of applause she receives. As she slides into the ring she raises her arms and begins stretching.
JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent!
There’s a pause for a few moments until “Born This Way” by Lady Gaga hits and the crowd looks around confused.
LINZI MARTIN: Either Hostile’s making a statement, or…
Out walks Jeremy Gold, holding what appears to be the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship in one hand and a microphone in the other. The crowd gives him a slight cheer, and then he starts to gyrate his hips in a thrusting motion to their cheers. Violet Harper looks on, and she doesn’t seem too amused.
JEREMY GOLD: I know, I know. You’re all thinking… Gold is the new Aggression Champion. Which would like, totally be awesome.
MIKEY MASSACRE: We’re not thinking that and it wouldn’t be awesome.
LINZI MARTIN: Shush!
MIKEY MASSACRE: No, I won’t Linzi.
Gold begins walking down towards the ring, Violet leans against the ropes waiting for an explanation.
JEREMY GOLD: So Hostile has basically vanished quicker than you can say Krymson Dragon, and we really can’t be bothered to find him, luckily he left this nifty title behind at Victory Television last week. Though if I had to wager a guess as to where he is?
Gold pauses as he begins climbing the steel steps.
JEREMY GOLD: He’s probably drowning his misery at Hardcore Drinking.
The crowd laughs, and Gold finally enters the ring.
JEREMY GOLD: And I guess really, Simon and I really wanna show the Extreme Elite how awesome we think they are. And by that of course I mean we think they’re a bunch of fucking douche bags who’re lucky to grace this ring.
Gold nods at Violet Harper.
JEREMY GOLD: So with that in mind, I’d like to present you all with your new REBEL Pro Aggression Champion…
Gold hands Harper the title.
JEREMY GOLD: VIOLET HARPER!!!!!
Harper looks on in shock as she’s forcefully given the Aggression title. Gold raises her arm in the air, and then sneaks in a kiss on Violet Harper’s cheek! The crowd goes wild, but Harper smacks the taste right out of Gold’s mouth. Out of no where Jaice Wilds comes running out from backstage, and he immediately hops onto the apron, springboards himself into the ring and hit’s a twisting body splash on Violet. Gold shrieks, tears running down his face as he throws himself over the top rope to escape the violence. Violet rolls and gets back to her feet as Jaice gets to his. They immediately begin exchanging lefts and rights. Harper arm drags Jaice to the canvas, but Jaice quickly jumps to his feet and hit’s a spinning heel kick on Violet Harper. Harper is taken aback but lunges forward, smashing the Aggression title over Jaice Wild’s head.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like someone isn’t too happy about the Aggression title being handed off in this way. Of course with Gold and Kalis, could you expect anything less than utter garbage?
LINZI MARTIN: Hey now. Violet is undefeated, at least when facing anyone in REBEL Pro. There was the whole Vicious thing last week but who’s paying attention.
Jaice Wilds stumbles back, holding his face as Violet stands up tall. Out of no where from the crowd, Justin Case comes flying over the barricade with a steel chair in hand! Jeremy Gold is crying in a foetal position on the outside as Case slides into the ring, still bloodied and bruised from his battle with Legion. Violet turns around and is met with that steel chair right across the face. Jaice hops back to his feet and smiles at Case, as he begins stomping down on Violet Harper. Case scoffs, right before smashing the chair over Jaice Wilds’ head and sending him crumpling to the ground. Case drops the chair and stands over both of them, raising his arms in the air. The crowd is going nuts, cheering all the unsanctioned violence.
MIKEY MASSACRE: The Millennium
Game is making a statement here.
Suddenly the lights go out in the arena.
LINZI MARTIN: Oh no, hold me Mikey!
Pyros explode from all four corners of the ring and the lights turn back on. At the top of the entrance ramp stands Legion, his priests surrounding him. Case leans over the top rope, yelling at Legion as Violet Harper gets to her feet behind him. She picks up the chair and swings immediately, cracking Justin Case over the back of his head. Case hangs forward over the top rope, caught utterly off guard. He turns around and Violet smacks him upside the face with the chair again and he goes flying over the top rope. She throws the chair at Case on the outside of the ring and looks up the ramp at Legion, who remains standing still and eerily calm. Jaice Wilds isn’t out of the picture yet. He gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, comes back and dropkicks Violet in the back of the head! She goes flying over the top rope onto the outside with Justin Case.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile’s disappearance has left a gaping vacuum for the Aggression title it looks like. And Violet is not going to have an easy time here.
LINZI MARTIN: Nope but she’s a tough girl, she can handle herself.
Jaice laughs, throwing his arms up in the air as Violet and Justin Case get to their feet on the outside of the ring. Jaice stops smiling as he looks up at the entrance ramp, Legion remains standing unemotional but nodding, ever so slightly.
LINZI MARTIN: This should be very interesting…
*****PWA versus Victory Wrestling Iron Man Match*****
*****[PWA]Matthew Engel versus [VW]Teresa Quaranta*****
Linzi Martin: Our next match tonight is a HUGE interpromotional matchup between two of the AOWF’s biggest stars – when you say the words Matthew Engel and Teresa Quaranta seperately, you know you’re getting a big match. But together? In a 60 minute Ironman match? Whoo, this is going to blow the roof off the doors.
Mikey Massacre: And of course, both of them want this one, but there can only be one fucking winner. So what are the rules so we can get this started?
Linzi Martin: Right. Number one; the wrestler with the most falls at the end of 60 minutes will be the winner. Number two; There are no other rules. Do whatever it takes to get a pinfall. This isn’t going to be easy. This is a test of will for everyone involved. The winner puts themselves into clear #1 position for that AOWF Championship match in September. Everything is on the line here!
Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.
“Please allow me to introduce myself..
I’m a man of wealth and taste.
I’ve been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man’s soul and faith.”
The crowd gets on their feet, and most of them are cheering the World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.
Jenny Jersey: Our first competitor stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds…
“Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game.”
Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.
“I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made.”
Jenny Jersey: He is the current PWA Heavyweight Champion… MATTHEW… “VIRUS”… ENGEL!!!!
“Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
’cause I’m in need of some restraint.
So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.
Use all your well learned politesse
or I’ll lay your soul to waste.”
Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.
Mikey Massacre: Can’t wait for this one.
For a moment, darkness and silence
engulfs the entire arena and viewers on television see a blank feed. Then, a single light winks in and out of existence on the ramp, and is followed by another one, and a third as the epic opening to “Rising Mercury” by Nick Ingman comes to life over the PA. Just barely visible, a heavy fog begins to settle in on the ramp and migrate down to the fans below as a row of 12 women in skimpy white togas and angels wings made of the finest goose down make their way to the ramp.
Two women stand in front, burning torches scented with purest sandalwood as the fumes waft into the awestruck crowd. Still others throw rose petals, staring into the crowd and the camera with looks of focus and intense devotion. Finally, six of the women stand in the center of the formation, holding up a litter on their backs, and as this company of angels make their way down the ramp and a majestic, heavenly light spreads through the arena, we see Teresa Quaranta in the litter, surveying the entire arena with a grin and eating a bunch of grapes. She soaks in the cheers while wearing an olive wreath and an elaborate white toga with gold trim. The caravan comes to a stop outside of the ring, and two angels on each side carefully escort her down from it, lovingly removing all of the extraneous gear. A couple of other girls escort her to the ring and a very soft mist descends from the rafters as the music begins to peak. Naturally, a spotlight falls on her as she raises her arms and soaks in the adulation of the crowd.
Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, hailing from Toronto, Ontario. Standing at a statuesque 6’3?, she loves children, small animals, and YOUR favorite local sports team… this is Teresa Quaranta!
Despite the overbearing length and cheesiness of the entrance, the fans are receptive – she gives an elaborate bow and goes to her corner.
Mikey Massacre: So… they do that every week over in Victory? I should start watching. Really.
The big 60:00 icon shows up on the screen as they circle.
As Engel leans forward to lock up or something, he is met with a Spiked Hurricanrana! The bell rings and Jenny Jersey gets out of the ring, the brawl continues with Teresa pressing the advantage of her surprise attack. But things don’t go perfectly for long – Engel catches her leg and rockets up a kick to her stomach.
Mikey Massacre: Right in the babymaker. Yeow.
Now that he has a gigantic opening, he jumps Teresa with a tackle and gives her a taste of her own medicine with … slaps? Hm.
Mikey Massacre: BRUTAL SLAPS. Hey, we’re barely into this match, so hopefully they’re slapping with chairs or something by the time we’re done.
Teresa grabs his hand and rockets a headbutt to the side of his nose. Engel stammers backwards and retreats toward the turnbuckle, but Teresa springs up, whips him hard into the turnbuckle, and takes a couple of steps back before giving him a dropkick to the chest in the corner.
Linzi Martin: From this angle, I can’t tell if that was a shot to the groin, or what. But Teresa is all over Virus like flies on poop.
Mikey Massacre: Are you the referee?
Linzi Martin: No, I’m not, but -
Mikey Massacre: Then shut your fucking mouth, and let the man do his job.
Teresa finds an opening behind Engel and takes it, sliding behind him, wrapping her left arm around his throat, and wrapping her right hand around his stomach before dropping to the ground with her in clutch. As she applies pressure to the champion’s throat, he immediately tries to fight it off with strong elbows to the ribs, but Teresa doesn’t let go.
Mikey Massacre: This is AMERICA. On INDEPENDENCE DAY. Engel better get up and get that win.
Linzi Martin: I thought you didn’t care about PWA guys.
Mikey Massacre: I do today. I mean goddammit. The ref should break this hold.
Linzi Martin: Let the man do his JOB, Mikey! For an official, I don’t think the mans making the right calls, but what can I do? I’m a lowly commentator, and right now, whether I like it or not, my job is to call the match.
Mikey Massacre: Well DO THAT!
Engel snarls and throws back another elbow that manages to score right on Teresa’s chin. Engel is released from the hold, but the effects show as he rolls away from the scene gasping for air. Teresa’s sitting in the ring and nursing her jaw now, and it takes a bit before she’s willing to advance her attack.
Linzi Martin: JAWBREAKER by Matthew Engel!
Mikey Massacre: WOW Where the hell did she come from?
With Teresa laid out, Engel shows a little agility, springing to the top rope and landing a hard double moonsault stomp onto Teresa.
Linzi Martin: High Voltage. You know, Teresa uses a similar move, I wonder if she feels disrespected?
Mikey Massacre: I think she’d be more disrespected by getting kicked in the fucking chest.
Engel is still a little winded and rolls over to his knees but notices Teresa weakly grasping at the bottom rope. Engel forces himself up, does a running start, and stomps Teresa in the back onf the head while sliding to the floor below the ring. The crowd cringes as Engel rolls back in and makes the cover.
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Teresa goes for some kind of rollup, but it’s so sloppy it barely counts as a wrestling move – Engel easily kicks out and starts pulling Teresa up by the arm landing a series of Jabs. Teresa tries to return fire, but Engel is on the mark early and often. He finally steps back and lands a spinning kick that’s so hard that Teresa flies through the ropes.
Mikey Massacre: Here’s the thing about Matthew Engel – he’s among the best at everything. No matter who you are or what you do, The Virus can do it better, and that’s why he’s the reigning PWA Champion.
Linzi Martin: I think there’s a little blood coming from Teresa’s mouth. Ew. Nasty.
After the maneuver connects, Engel jumps over the top rope and lands on the apron, watching Teresa roll about. Engel ascends the turnbuckle, dives off, and nails a spiral tap onto the downed opponent! The crowd goes berserk!
Mikey Massacre: This isn’t the strategy we expected from the PWA Champion – we’ve still got about halfway through, but so far Matthew Engel has really been going high impact and high tempo. Things could change at any moment though…
Just as Mikey says it, Engel reaches for a chair, grabs it, and runs forward at full speed, connecting with Teresa’s face like it’s a baseball bat. The previous PWA Champion rolls over and covers her head as the crowd gives a loud moan.
Mikey Massacre: This is an Ironman match but it’s REBEL PRO rules. Engel smashing that steel chair – and again! And again!
Teresa lifts herself off the mat, and starts to climb into the ring, but turns around to catch a Gamengiri to the skull! HOLY SHIT. Teresa gets so much air that she flips over the top rope, but while coming down, her feet hit the ropes, her lower back crashes into the apron, and she lands squarely on her shoulders and neck. Most of the crowd are too busy marking out to notice the deadliness of that bump.
Mikey Massacre: Oh my God. That bitch is dead.
Engel shoves away the referee and locks in an Anaconda Vice, and the crowd roars, hoping for the first fall of the night. Teresa twiches wildly on the ground, raises her arm… and rakes Engel in the eye. He swears loudly and Teresa rolls out of the ring.
Engel watches her slowly recover, and decides to leap from the apron and nail her with a flying elbow!
Linzi Martin: MATTHEW ENGEL WITH A HARD ELBOW THERE!
Engel sneers and grabs her by the shoulder, walking her towards a nearby table. He puts Teresa on his shoulder -
Mikey Massacre: OH MY GODMOTHER OF FUCK, NO! SONS OF PLUNDER THROUGH THE TABLE!
Linzi Martin: Now the Spanish announce team has to fucking stand for the rest of this match. Thanks a lot, Engel; you thoughtless fucking prick!
Mikey Massacre: Did we even have a Spanish announce table before tonight?
Jeremy Gold: No, I’m trying to score with the one girl – bitches will do anything for a job in this economy, am I right?
Jeremy Gold puts on a headset.
Mikey Massacre: Uh, Jeremy, I don’t think you belong here.
Jeremy Gold: Of course I belong here. I don’t belong there, getting thrown through shit. Thats for sure.
Mikey Massacre: Engel and Teresa are both down, so… since you’re out here, why don’t you tell us about what your strategy for this match would be?
Jeremy Gold: Not in the Face, that’s been my strategy my whole life. And it’s paying off.
He gives the camera a big smile.
Linzi Martin: Would you say the winner of this match is effectively #1 contender for the AOWF Championship?
Jeremy Gold: Fuck no. That’s a wrestler thing, always trying to talk themselves into spots. Anything can happen, if you ask me. I think the winner would be in the drivers seat, though!
THIRTY MINUTES LEFT.
Gradually, Engel is making it to his feet, and he grabs Teresa by the hair and rolls her into the ring. Sinks down, makes the cover -
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Engel rolls Teresa out of the ring somewhat, but keeps her upper half hanging off the apron, where he viciously restrains her with one arm and works on her with his right arm; continuing his earlier work with elbows, slaps, and hammer punches to the stomach.
Jeremy Gold: This shit is just painful to watch. I feel like I’m watching a live execution.
Teresa tries to cover up, and Engel leans forward, just enough for Teresa to knee him hard through the ropes. Engel staggers back, Teresa looks inside the ring and out of it, then decides to roll into the ring and away from the champion.
Engel slides in and trips Teresa to the ground, pushing a bridging grounded double chicken-wing! Teresa quickly fights out of the hold before rolling away from a bunch of attacks. A stiff kick from Engel connects, and he’s clearly looking for some kind of submission maneuver, but Teresa is defending well on the ground. Finally she rocks on her back and thrusts upward, landing a blow right to Engel’s chin. Engel’s bleeding from the mouth as well!
Jeremy Gold: Looks like he bit his tongue or something though.
Mikey Massacre: Whatever it is, it’s an oppurtunity. Engel has really been in control for most of the match. Teresa has a chance to get rolling.
Jeremy Gold: Aaaand an armdrag. Fucking wack.
Linzi Martin: Well, she took a lot of damage from that table shot, so we can’t be sure what she feels up to. It’s going to take more than that to – ooooh spinning roundhouse from Teresa!
Engel richochets to the floor with a thud, Teresa stacks up for a cover.
Linzi Martin: She’s a black belt, yanno. And she has won matches with that move in the past, so -
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Kickout!
Mikey Massacre: Teresa jumps onto Engel’s back and starts driving her knee into The Virus’s spine, but Engel fights out of it, grabs her head and yanks her over his chest in a tombstone position – but instead of piledriving her into the canvas, he lands a sick knee to the skull before letting her fall in a heap.
Jeremy Gold: And thank God for that, I don’t know how long Virus’ spine would have held up with Teresa on top of it.
Mikey Massacre: Are you saying she’s -
Jeremy Gold: No… Noooooooo.
Engel ties Teresa up in the tree of woe, gets some distance, and lands the TKT, and Teresa falls over, clearly in some pain. But as Engel hops to the top rope, Teresa still finds the energy to kick the rope – he stumbles and crotches himself on the rope. Teresa springs to the top rope with an amazingly precise vertical leap and kicks Engel, sending him spilling to the ground.
Teresa crawls to the turnbuckle, stands up…
Jeremy Gold: Shooting Star Press to the floor! Hoooly Shit!
The arena rocks with approval and passion, and a handful of fans throw chairs into the ring area! FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT!
Teresa is too beaten up to really press any form of offense has crawled his way to the inside of the ring. On the left hand side, we see Engel trying to get inside the ring as well.
Both of them are staggering back and forth. Teresa hits Engel with a chop. Engel hits Teresa with a European uppercut. Teresa falls backwards into the ropes and throws Virus into the ropes! He ricochets from the ropes and lands a lariat before going for a cover.
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Engel can’t believe it. He gets to his feet and looks around in wonder. The fans give a very loud reaction as he turns and begins to ascend the turnbuckle.
Jeremy Gold: Looks like he’s -
Teresa climbs the ropes and wraps her arms around Engel, looking to bring him backwards for a belly to belly suplex, but Engel rears back and drives the tip of his elbow into TQ’s skull. Ow. She reels backward, grabs him by the arms -
Process of Illumination! Off the top rope! Teresa slides over and makes the cover!
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Mikey Massacre: That’s it! And we have just over ten minutes left!
Jeremy Gold: Hooly shit. I don’t think either of them are going to be able to get up anytime soon.
A long time passes, the bell rings, and the clock winds down, with both competitors still mostly lifeless. Teresa is up first. As she goes to pull Engel up, he strikes her with an elbow thrust to the chin, sending her flying back.
Engel takes a deep breath, uses the ropes to stand and stares down Teresa.
Jeremy Gold: Time’s a-fucking wasting, Engel!
They stare at each other for about 15 seconds, as things get louder. Engel bounces off the ropes and returns with a running knee to Teresa’s chest, sending her flying. Engel scrambles to get an attack in, but Teresa defends well, wrapping her legs around his waist and curling up – slowing down the pace of the match. He takes a breath and then, with a big kick, Engel gets out of the scissorhold. Teresa steps back, but Engel plows through her and charges into the corner, holding her up on his right shoulder and smashing her back-first against the turnbuckle pads. The power of the blow sends a rebound reaction out, enabling Engel to twirl his body around and spinebuster Teresa as a combo.
Using a ground-and-pound tactic, Engel soon looks to apply a Triangle Chokehold which Teresa tries desperately to avoid.
As Engel lays on his back, hoping to score a knockout, Teresa slips away from Engel’s clutches. Before he can advance, Teresa sweeps his legs out from beneath him, via a swift kick to the knee, allowing her to return to the body scissors. Engel grabs the nearby ropes and starts screaming at the referee when Teresa takes her sweet time untangling.
They lock up again and Engel quickly takes control, grabs onto Teresa’s right arm and brings her into a crossface. Aware of what’s occuring, Teresa rolls forward, escaping from the submission attempt, only to immediately spin around and hit Engel with an STO!
Teresa goes for the cover and just barely gets two.
Matthew finds a surge of energy, enabling him to get to his feet. Trying to fight this off, Teresa sends some more knee strikes to Engel’s head/face, but to no avail. Recovering enough energy, he hits a release Northern Lights Suplex, sending the former champion crashing onto her back!
Engel crawls over towards Teresa, rolls her onto her stomach and places both knees onto her back. From here, he places his right hand around her chin, while locking his legs together and pulling back. Eventually, he rolls onto his back, giving Teresa an upside-down surfboard stretch.
The clock is winding down, and Engel clearly doesn’t like the hold he’s picked and is deciding whether to commit to it or switch to something else. He curses, takes a breath…and lets the hold go, seamlessly transitioning to a Dragon Sleeper.
With Teresa’s head looking at the lights, there’s no sense of time… not until the last ten seconds, anyway.
…
Winner: Teresa Quaranta
Engel releases the hold, slaps the mat, and collapses backwards onto the canvas. Teresa starts fanning herself with a hand and falls backwards, too exhausted for the hand lifting thing. She rolls out of the ring and heads back up the ramp, leaving Engel alone with his thoughts – at least for a few moments, until his brother jumps the railing. He barely breaks stride to grab one of the many many chairs outside of the ring before sliding inside and breaking one (literally) over Matthew’s skull.
Mikey Massacre: OH SHIT!
Fury rears back and smashes him a couple more times. A roar goes up from the sold out crowd as Teresa slowly makes her way down the ramp. She rolls into the ring and charges – she sidesteps the big swing, and grabs a chair of her own, smashing him twice with it before landing a spinning roundhouse that knocks him over the top rope and directly onto a steel chair. There’s a loud clang as Fury hits the ground and bolts through the crowd again, not wanting any more as security comes down the ramp.
Jeremy Gold: Matthew Engel is a bloody mess, man.
He slumps in the turnbuckle, shaking his head in disgust. Really, it’s a miracle he’s still up. Teresa shuffles to the corner and they talk for a few seconds before she pats him on the shoulder and wobbles through the ropes and towards the back.
Engel gets a huge ovation, but you know him. Grumpy all the time
*****REBEL Pro Tag Team Championship Match*****
*****Lisa Seldon & Emily Corlen versus The Phoenix & Mr. Hardcore*****
Lisa steps forward for her team prompting the Phoenix to push Mr. Hardcore into the frey for theirs. He looks a little tentative, especially when Lisa skips in forward at an angle and blasts him in the chest with a Push Kick, knocking him into the ropes. He then shoots back and swings hopefully, only to be caught with a Sweep as Lisa drops low and kicks out his legs, landing him flat on his face. Mr. Hardcore turns over just as Lisa leaps up and brings her heels down toward his face. Mr. Hardcore rolls aside and then jumps at her, only to be caught with a kick that tears up through his face.
THE PHOENIX: Try getting hit less. That’ll help.
Lisa pushes forward and Mr. Hardcore changes level for a Waistlock that he uses to get behind her. His legs are still a little wobbly though and prevent him getting much downward pull on a German Suplex, allowing Lisa to float through it and land on her feet. Lisa then let’s him find his and throw a shot that she stuffs by throwing a Straight Kick into his shoulder. Mr. Hardcore remains determined to get something out of it and shoots again; this time securing a front Waistlock and using it to pull her off the ground, only to be struck with an Elbow on the back of the head that causes him to drop her. Lisa then puts up a high kick that gets traded for one in the gut, sending her back.
Mr. Hardcore follows up with a few rights and lefts that bounce Lisa into the ropes and allow him to whip her off. He then catches a Backdrop on the return which he chains into a standing Elbow Drop off the fall. He then pulls Lisa off the mat and pitches her to the ropes again, only for Lisa to hold onto his hand and pull him into a kick in the gut. Lisa then lifts him standing with a knee between the eyes and then following with a Spinning Back Kick that send him into the ropes. Mr. Hardcore staggers back and puts his hands up to block, but is unable to stop a series of punches in the stomach that leads to Step-In Leg Kick that puts him on the mat. Mr. Hardcore rises onto all fours and just manages to roll out of the way in time as Lisa sends a kick whipping through the air. Mr. Hardcore then falls back into his corner, where the Phoenix makes the tag.
The Phoenix immediately charges into the fight hoping to catch her off guard, but his enthusiasm ends the instant Lisa shoots a jet of green mist into his eyes.
The Phoenix falls in swinging wild, only to be caught flush as Lisa leaps up smashes him with a Flying Knee Strike, dropping him straight to the canvas. Rather than waiting for her opponent to rise this time though, Lisa wades in and begins dropping left hands all over him.
The Phoenix tries to push her off, but with his eyes still coated in gunk he’s unable to catch the angles as Lisa starts dropping the point of her elbow on his head. The shots ring solid and the referee considers moving in, but with the whole no rules thing, all he can do is pick a better angle to watch. Meanwhile Lisa, deciding that mere hits aren’t enough, takes to biting him in the face. Which is hard when he has a mask, but not impossible if you’re determined. Seemingly she is, as blood begins to drip down the side of his mask. At that Mr. Hardcore finally runs in and knocks her off, which in turn prompts Corlen to get in on the action to cancel him out. The two take their fight to the outside as Lisa baits the Phoenix to his feet, letting him walk blind into a clinch, which she uses to bury a knee between his eyes, and then a second that puts him on his knees. Lisa however pulls him back to his feet and smashes him again, splitting a crack down his face and dropping him to his knees.
Lisa drops back into her corner where Corlen catches a tag. She then rushes in behind, pulling the Phoenix to his feet and holding him in place as Lisa drops a kick into his chest, allowing Corlen to drop him on the back of his head with a German Suplex. Meanwhile Lisa pushes Mr. Hardcore off the apron to keep him out.
Emily then drags the Phoenix to his feet and pushes him back to Lisa, who catches him falling in with a Roundhouse kick, snapping his head to one side and turning him back the other way. By this point he’s blind dead and out on his feet and perfectly set for the finish, as Lisa jumps up from behind and grinds her heel into the back of his skull while Emily steps in from the front and blasts him between the eyes with a knockout kick of her own.
With no where to go, the Phoenix drops straight down as Emily Corlen jumps on the pin. Meanwhile Lisa keeps watch on Mr. Hardcore.
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The sound of the bell brings Emily to her feet, where she accepts the hand of the referee. Lisa meanwhile has other ideas, turning back to the Phoenix and dropping punches on him again. The referee is quick to act and pull her away, but not before Lisa can drop a heel stamp on his face for good measure, bloodying him up a bit more. Mr. Hardcore finally rips The Phoenix out of the ring as Emily Corlen and Lisa Seldon are handed the REBEL Pro Tag Team titles.
MIKEY MASSACRE: What an end to a night like this. Not one true REBEL Pro tag team involved in this match, it’s shameful.
LINZI MARTIN: Oh relax. It was fun. There was all kinds of blood, a whacky cage match. Inferno didn’t set himself on fire, and apparently Violet Harper has a gangbang line up.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, right. Well for Linzi Martin, this is Mikey Massacre. We’ll see you next week, folks.
We fade to one last shot of Emily Corlen raising her BWF World title and REBEL Pro Tag Team title in the air, ignoring the fact Lisa Seldon is tempting her with a twinkie as we fade…
*****QUICK RESULTS*****
Jaice Wilds and Inferno brawl, without the match ever officially taking place.
Vincent Black and Chad Kurtis fight to a draw, leaving the NOC Trophy vacant… Or co-owned?
Justin Case defeats Legion in a close bloody battle.
Teresa Quaranta defeats Matthew Engel.
Lisa Seldon and Emily Corlen defeat The Phoenix & Mr. Hardcore to become new RPW Tag Champions. Lisa proceeds to kick Phoenix in the face multiple times.
