It’s Not Sugaries, but it’s Sugaries

The camera cuts backstage where a high pitched giggling is coming from behind a closed door. Of course, since this is the camera and this is interesting, and because the door is closed; we go right on in. Bobby Lee is sitting cross legged on top of a computer monitor, somehow managing to balance there while rocking the monitor back and forth as though its a rocking chair or a surfboard.

BL: “These are good sugaries.”

Jeremy Gold comes into the frame, or actually the camera zooms out to find him sitting behind a desk, is it his desk? Well, it doesn’t matter but he’s got some more powder, nose candy, sitting in front of him.

JG: “Its not sugaries man… its… its…”

Bobby nods, he seems to understand.

BL: “Its sugaries.”

Gold nods as he looks up at Bobby Lee with wide eyed amazement at his intelligence and cunning.

JG: “Exactly, its not sugaries, but its sugaries.”

It makes no sense, but then again they don’t make sense to anyone else, but themselves.

JG: “Man, you got to try something else… you’ll love it.”

Lee titls his head, listening and waiting; he falls off the monitor. However, even though he has fallen, he is still cross legged and his eyes are still wide open.

JG: “Oh shit man… you are fucked up.”

Lee giggles, but still doesn’t blink.

BL: “Ouch.”

He snickers.

JG: “Shit man… I forgot… you got a match. later tonight.”

Bobby looks at Gold in confusion.

BL: “A match?”

Gold nods.

BL: “You smoke these sugaries too?”

Gold smiles, possibly having found a new best friend, only time will tell. We slowly back out of the door.

Because Fuck You Virgin! Singles Match

Virgil Keenan versus Bobby Lee

With the ending lyrics Bobby lee pastes himself in the ring, he has a quiver about him as he watches the Stage way. With a thundering cloud the music hits the speaker system, the match is about to begin, the question now is if I silent Virgil this week lead to a silent no show.

THWACK

With that bobby lee hits the ground. The Masked wrestler known as Virgil Keenan stands over the writhing body, swiftly thrusting and gouging into the white flesh with the head of the steel.

Gordon:“What the hell?! This is some backwards hypocritical bullshit. I thought he hated hardcore.”

Virgil circles the kid with steel chair jabs, putting his full upper body into the strikes. He taunts the crowd a bit, signaling for a microphone as the bell rings. The fans who are historically vocal aren’t sure how to react until Keenan’s voice hits up.

Keenan:”Hey, hey! Bobby my buddy, can I ask you a question? Simple one.”

Virgil Slams the chair down again into his back, small spurts of life get drowned away in Lee’s Consciousness.

Virgil: “Does it FEEL like I’m better than you?”

Keenan drops to a knee and shoves the microphone into the wrestlers face, pitiful is the reply. Lee is whimpering and crying. A slap to the face and a kick to the arm rolls the wrestler over another few jabs.

Keenan: “Becaus if i feel anything, it’s that i’m a better wrestler than Bobby Lee. Right? Right guys? I’m asserting my obvious, overwhelming, tactical whit, my skill, my athletic ability in contest right now.”

A few more brutal shots to the kid.

Keenan: “Oh, we’re having a ball here tonight in the name of competition right Bobby? You’re throwing your best effort, everything you learned while you trained to become a wrestler. You’re combining your ability to adapt and evolve as the match goes on.”

A slam in the back, Bobby cries out in obvious torture.

Keenan: “BRILLIANT COUNTER!”

Another shot.

Keenan: “ WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE SUPLEX!”

Keenan kicks him swiftly in the face before wailing at the side of his body.

Keenan: “OUT OF NOWHERE SUBMISSION.”

Keenan places his boot on Bobby’s chest.

1.

2.

3.

Virgil: “WHAT A MATCH!”

Virgil: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout, and the most skilled, talented, and proven, hailing out of the best company in the world, Rebel Pro, he is the Alternative, The hardcore legend, the king of the steel chair, genocidal, homicidal, Virgil Keenan.”

Keenan slams the chair back down one more time.

Virgil:“I think I’ve made my point…..”

Bunkering Down

Knock. Knock. The door opens and in walks Jeremy Gold, briefcase in hand. He drops the briefcase on Simon Kalis’ desk and sighs in huge relief as he plops himself down on the office chair opposite the man himself.

Jeremy Gold: There!

Simon Kalis: Is it all in there?

Jeremy Gold: All the ratings and financial reports of the last fiscal year, neatly organized and ready for you to pour over.

Kalis kicks his feet up and lights a cigarette.

Simon Kalis: Well. It’s a start. Should help us calculate for any eventualities…

He pauses to take a drag off his cigarette.

Simon Kalis: And prepare any contingencies.

Jeremy Gold: Simon… As probably your oldest and only real friend, can I ask you something?

Simon Kalis: Shoot.

Gold wipes the sweat off his brow nervously.

Jeremy Gold: Is all of this really… Wise?

Simon Kalis: Which part?

Jeremy Gold: Oh I don’t know. Preparing for the complete and utter collapse of the AoWF for one, and then picking a fight with an entire federation outside of the AoWF.

Simon Kalis: I’ve got too much of my fucking money tied up in REBEL Pro to see it shit the bed and close up like RXW and Victory. I need to get this done, and to make sure everything is on the table and we’re financially capable of lasting any crisis. Besides, UX is a big part of that. It’s all about increasing the ratings, driving interest up! Come on Jer, keep up.

Gold sighs. Kalis smokes.

Jeremy Gold: I guess I didn’t really take you for the numbers kind of guy. To sit here and sift through all this stuff…

Kalis stands up and stretches, walking past Gold and patting him on the back.

Simon Kalis: Hell no. You’re going to sit here and go over all the boring stuff. It’s what I pay for you, pal. One more thing.

Jeremy Gold: Yeah?

Simon Kalis: Tell your new boyfriend Bobby Lee I said hello.

Kalis whistles as he leaves the office, Gold slams his face on the desk in despair as we fade to ringside…

Tag Team Match

Kontroversy Kreates Kake versus Golden Inferno

Both teams came out with their respective entrances and it was grand! The crowd was obviously excited to witness Anna Mathews and Johnny Maverick teaming up for the first time in Rebel Pro. They were kind of excited for Golden Inferno, too, who actually got a win last week against Vincent Black and Abbie Graves. The bell sounded and Anna started out for KKK while the INFERNO started out for GI.

Linzi Martin: Anna just kicked the INFERNO in the face!

Larry Gordon: Why are you emphasizing Inferno so much?

Linzi Martin: I’m not, his name is the INFERNO.

Larry Gordon: Whatever, chucklehead. Inferno is down hard and Anna dares Jeremy Gold to step into the ring.

Gold is freaking out on the apron, shaking his head as the crowd is yelling at him to get in the ring.

Larry Gordon: Oh my Lord is Jeremy Gold getting in the ring?

Linzi Martin: Hey Johnny Maverick is totally making out with that hot red head.

Larry Gordon: Oh Lord! Gingers terrify me.

Jeremy steps into the ring and slowly walks over to adorable Anna. He gives one last sigh of relief, but wait!

Larry Gordon: The INFERNO is alive!

Linzi Martin: Hey you got his name right. The INFERNO gets up to his feet and he… sets himself on fire! IDIOT!

The Inferno rolls out of the ring. Johnny Maverick is interrupted by The Inferno being on fire. Johnny Maverick hates being interrupted, and TONY JAA’s Inferno over the barricade while EMT’s soak him with a fire extinguisher.

Linzi Martin: And Anna takes Jeremy Gold down with the Boomerfly Kick! This one’s over.

Larry Gordon: Was there ever any doubt?

Anna covers Jeremy Gold, who’s completely out cold and chances are soiled his pants before getting KO’d.

1…

2…

3!!!

DING DING DING!!

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match by pinfall… KONTROVERSY KREATES KAKE!

Johnny hops into the ring and celebrates with her partner. They eat some cake, while Jeremy Gold is stretchered out of the ring and backstage. The INFERNO isn’t dead as the fire was put out. Happy endings!

Armed Assault 2012

REBEL Pro proudly presents: ARMED ASSAULT 2012!
LIVE! From the PWA Dome in St. Louis, Missouri on October 1st, 2012!

 

Emily Corlen versus Vincent Black

Linzi Martin: Welcome back, everybody. Alongside me for the time being is current Underground X wrestler & follower of the Ultra Passion Movement, John Chellios!

John Chellios: Hello people! It’s me, John Chellios, and boy, oh boy, boy-boy, boy, do we have a match for you in a minute.

Linzi Martin: Tell it like it is, John.

John Chellios: Don’t mind if I do, Lizzy! You see, people, Vincent Black is one tough son-of-a-bitch. He’s very tall, he’s well-built, and he’s dark. Not just skin-wise but that heart of his is dark as hell, I must say. I look at Vincent Black and think, “this guy.. No wonder he’s a Triple Crown champion. No wonder he’s one of the most recognizable faces in REBEL history. No wonder Emily Corlen is shaking in her boots – “

Linzi Martin: I doubt Emily is scared, John. She’s scared of no one. According to her application, that’s one of Emily’s qualities.

John Chellios: Well, I saw Emily earlier today, and you know what she told me?

Linzi Martin: No, what?

John Chellios: She said, “John, I don’t think I have what it takes. I don’t think I can handle taking down Vincent Black.”

Linzi Martin: You’re lying, John. Emily Corlen is a multi world champion. She’s taken the best of the best, and Vincent Black has seen better days.

John Chellios: You’re entitled to your opinion, Linzi, but Emily is a pussy.

Linzi Martin: John!

John Chellios: There, I said it. It had to be said.

Linzi Martin: For heaven’s sake, John, that’s not very nice.

John Chellios: Nice? NICE?! You wanna talk about nice? Let’s talk about the Ultra Passion Movement. The Mainerishi says,

Linzi Martin: You save that Underground X talk for the Blacklist, John. Right now, we gotta call this match, so do your job.

John Chellios: Well, not much to report at the moment, is there? We have Emily Corlen entering to her music, a mixed reception, and I definitely understand the negativity.

Linzi Martin: People like Corlen because she reminds them of a superhero. She can rise above, and when she does, she conquers like a bad lady from Sri Lanka!

John Chellios: And those who don’t like this bi-polar, irrational, overly hyped, two-faced, sloppy worker whose only good enough to hold Matt Stone’s jock strap, piece of plastic that deserves to be destroyed, not recycled.

Linzi Martin: Did Emily kick your dog? Why all this hate? Anyway, Vincent Black is out to a lukewarm response. He’s a cult favorite.

John Chellios: Before I joined the Ultra Passion Movement, and by before I mean approximately three hours prior to my registration, I was in a tattoo shop considering getting Vincent Black’s name tattooed across my throat.

Linzi Martin: .. What stopped you?

John Chellios: I am terrified of needles.

Linzi Martin: Finally, this match is underway, with Emily Corlen quick on the offensive with a mixture of body shots, dodging and chops.

John Chellios: Gotta give credit where credit’s due, Lizzy. Corlen is flabbergasting Black beyond. Someone 5’6 is whopping a 6’11 ‘roid freak.

Linzi Martin: Vincent Black doesn’t do steroids.

John Chellios: Anybody as bulky as he is must. That’s not natural.

Linzi Martin: Are you sure?

John Chellios: Positive.

Linzi Martin: Fancy a bet?

John Chellios: Ten bucks says he is.

Linzi Martin: Deal. OH! Vincent lays Corlen out with a spinning side slam! Yet he couldn’t even obtain a one count.

John Chellios: Stomping away at her is a sure way to enable more effective moves, such as this – High Angle SPINEBUSTER! Corlen’s head bounced off the canvas like a rubber ball!

Linzi Martin: Come to think of it, I remember hearing Corlen is supposedly a juicer lover too.

John Chellios: To be honest, Lizzy, Corlen should do pornography.

Linzi Martin: What?!

John Chellios: Any muscular woman that’s ever been a pro’ wrestler at one point did porn. That’s a fact. Emily Corlen should join the circle of life.

Linzi Martin: You’re an idiot, and nonsensical; and completely irrelevant to this match; a match where Vincent’s powerbomb to Corlen almost got a two count, but ‘the flaming phoenix of emerald cartridge in sands of esophagus’ Emily Corlen will have none of it! Rebounding with a headbutt, Corlen then takes off her boot.. What?!

John Chellios: She’s taking off her boot, and now removing her sweaty sock. Oh dear lord.

Linzi Martin: As Vincent sits upward, Corlen bashes her foot against Vincent’s face repeatedly! 6 – 8- 11- Oh hell, I can’t keep up with her.

John Chellios: Put your damn boot on, Corlen! Nobody wanna see your nasty foot!

Linzi Martin: Except that guy in the front row. He looks aroused..

John Chellios: To be honest, hur-hur, I am a bit too. But who can blame me? This is Emily Corlen we’re talking about here. She’s the cult of personality for a damn reason, Lizzy. Emily is a PWA World Champion, a former TGW World Champion & a BWF World Champion. She’s done it all. That’s why, when I see her shoving her foot inside Vincent’s mouth, as I do now, I know she does it superiorly. Ain’t nobody capable of doing the nasty, ridiculous shit she does.

Linzi Martin: I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or an insult. Nevertheless, returning to the action, Corlen is dropping knees repeatedly across Vincent’s throat, as he struggles to land a punch.

John Chellios: She swats them away like coherent & credible promos.

Linzi Martin: Jesus, shut your mouth & call the match without bias! Corlen pulls Vincent up to his feet by his big floppy ears.

John Chellios: I’m laying the challenge down now. Corlen, I know you don’t have balls, but I mean this metaphorically, if you got the balls to face me at any place, any time; it don’t matter! Face me like a man, you woman who pretends to be a man sometimes by making weird associations in your cringe-worthy promos!

Linzi Martin: How about you be a man and challenge her after the match, John? She can’t hear you from inside the ring. She’s busy planting Vincent with a double underhook facebuster, taking this match down in flames! She flips him over, strikes him twice in the face by her right knee, cross presses, and-

John Chellios: That’s the three! Well done, Emily. You finally win a match of value.

Linzi Martin: Uhm, Corlen has won plenty of matches.

John Chellios: Yeah? But did she defeat someone under seven minutes?

Linzi Martin: Yes.

John Chellios: Against who?

Linzi Martin: I don’t know.

John Chellios: Exactly, that’s why when I say –

Punched in the head, Chellios’ distracted ramble allowed Emily Corlen to continue punching him multiple times! Pulling him away from his commentary station, Corlen Irish Whips Chellios into steel steps nearby! Placing John’s head between her thunder thighs, Corlen lifts him up and drops him once with a powerbomb! But she won’t release the hold! She does it again! Another powerbomb against the steel steps! Finishing the sequence with one last powerbomb onto the steel steps, Corlen then squats over Chellios to fart in his unconscious face for good measure.

Linzi Martin: How the hell did you even hear him?!

Shrugging,

Emily Corlen: I’m superhuman.

One Week

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as Larry Gordon comes down the ramp and into the ring, grabbing the spotlight… well because he can. As per usual, since his alignment with the MOA, the fans shower him with boos.

“Boo me all you want, it doesn’t phase me in the slightest.”

He actually smiles, urging them to boo even louder.

“Come on you ignorant pieces of s hit! Reign the boos down! You all think you know it all. You all think you could run a company better than the person actually running it.”

He laughs, they continue to boo.

“You all probably sit at home and when your team wins you claim to be a part of that win. You all probably ain’t got anything to do with claiming your team when they lose. You all could be a better manager. You could all be a better player. Fact is this, you all don’t have sense enough to do anything more than sit back, drink your beer, eat your nachos, and put money into my damn pocket.”

He nods, their booing actually i ntensifies.

“You all hate me, but yet… you come in to the arenas, you buy tickets, you buy pay per views, and still… you boo me while putting that money into my pocket.”

He laughs.

“I like beer.”

Gordon’s head snaps up, he is staring right at Bubba J, who is at the top of the entrance ramp.

Bubba J: “I like beer.”

Heactually holding a beer as he walks down to the end of the ramp.

Bubba: “I like nachos.”

He eats a nacho from a fan, drinks a swallow of beer and stares at Gordon.

Bubba: “And I like beer.”

He finishes off that beer, tossing it at Gordon.

Bubba: “I like one beer.”

He steps up through the ropes.

Bubba: “I like two beers”

He walks up to Gordon.

Bubba: “I like three beers.”

Gordon is furious, he’s glowering at Bubba J with intense hatred.

Bubba J: “Then I like four beers, five beers, six beers…”

The crowd continues, they continue counting, until they fade away after about twelve or so.

Bubba: “I like kicking ass too.”

The crowd laughs.

Bubba: “Almost as much as I like beer.”

Gordon snarls.

Gordon: “You can’t do that any more here, remember you are fired! You aren’t even allowed in the building.”

Bubba J smiles.

Gordon(shouting into the mic): “Security!”

Bubba J smiles.

Bubba: “They won’t be coming out here… they are a little tied up at the moment.”

Gordon: “I’ll sue your ass if you layed a hand on my personal security detail.”

Bubba J motions to the big screen.

Bubba: “I never layed a hand on them… but they are… involved with something.

The camera flashes backstage where the security guards are watching three female strippers… well… strip. They aren’t worried about anything, just watching the women shake what their mama gave them. Gordon is absolutely furious.

Bubba: “Did I mention that I like to kick ass… almost as much as I like beer?”

Gordon: “Doesn’t change the fact that you can’t!”

Bubba J looks at Gordon.

Bubba: “I’ve already had my beer and I see a mighty big ass that needs to be kicked. Fans?!”

They cheer for Bubba J to beat the hell out of Gordon.

Bubba J: “Ain’t happening tonight, because I’m giving you one week to reconsider my contract. One week Gordon… or I’ll do something that will forever change the face of Rebel Pro. The hardcorest motherfucker in the world will do something that will drastically change him forever. The hardcorest motherfucker will be forced to hardcore measures Gordon.”

He gets right in his face.

Bubba J: “Talk to Simon Gordon, he knows the measures I’ll go to… just for a friend… imagine how far I’ll go for my own skin. Ask him about Vanessa Gordon… ask him what I did to her…”

He leans into Gordon’s face.

Bubba J: “Nothing is safe from me Gordon. Nothing is sacred from my wrath. Find out what I’ll go to the lengths for. Sit back and wait… and you’ll pay. Sit in your office and think about this long and hard Gordon… cause next week I want my answer.”

Gordon isn’t shaken, but he immediately thinks about how far Bubba J might go in order to secure what he wants. Larry licks his lips.

Gordon: “My answer isn’t going to change Bubba J… because you will never wrestle in this company again. The name Bubba J will never again compete here in Rebel Pro! I am the owner of this company! I call the shots! When you talk about “the man”… I am that man!”

Bubba J walks away, nodding to himself. He walks back up the ramp, Gordon looking confident and smug. At the top Bubba J turns to glare at Gordon.

Bubba: “Next week Larry, next week.”

“Badass” hits up in the speakers as the fans cheer on Bubba J.

Non-Title Match

Marvin Wood versus Maya Kalis

LET’S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Tears Don’t Fall” by Bullet For My Valentine kicks up. The fans jump to their feet and Maya pops out from the back, jumping up and down as she throws her arms in the air to the applause of the crowd.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing! She weighs in at one hundred and forty five pounds, standing five feet and eleven inches tall!

Your tears don’t fall!
They crash around me!
Her conscience calls!
The guilty to come home!

She begins running down towards the ring, in tight black booty shorts and a black sports bra. Her boyfriend, and PWA star Benjamin Dyce follows closely behind her as her brother and AoWF Television Champion takes his time to survey the area. She slaps the hands of fans as she hops up onto the ring apron and then flips herself right over the top rope into the ring. Fireworks pop off all around the four corners of the ring as she lands, the crowd cheering louder.

Jenny Jersey: She hails from Montreal, Quebec Canada! Accompanied to the ring by Benjamin Dyce and Adrian Kalis! She is…

She finally takes a stance in the center of the ring and makes a gun with her hand, she bends over all the way in front of Benjamin Dyce before shooting herself back to a standing position and “firing the gun”. As she makes the BANG motion pyros explode from all four corners of the ring and above at the arena ceiling.

Jenny Jersey: She is… MAYA!

She takes aim at the entrance ramp and does another “BANG!” motion. Benjamin Dyce and her share a kiss, and it looks like Benjamin Dyce hands her a pair of brass knuckles which she slides over her fist before Benjamin joins Adrian outside of the ring. Both men take a seat at the announcers desk and put on head sets.

Larry Gordon: Oh good, we’ve got company.

Adrian Kalis: That you do Larry! You old fat son of a bitch! How’ve you been?

Benjamin Dyce: Ay, the bloke is a porker ain’t he?

Linzi Martin: Oh my, there is a LOT of testosterone here.

Jenny Jersey: And her opponent!

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

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

Larry Gordon: You armed Maya, everyone saw that Dyce.

Benjamin Dyce: Ay, I did. Marvin’s a wanker.

Adrian Kalis: Yeah fuck that guy.

DING DING DING

Marvin keeps a close eye on Maya as she sways back and forth, arrogantly taunting him to “come at me, bro” as she does. Marvin is also keenly aware of the presence of Dyce and Adrian at ringside, who are sure to be up to no good shenanigans! Maya launches herself forward recklessly, and the veteran Marvin Wood takes advantage immediately with a forearm smash. Maya is stunned, stepping back. Marvin Wood unleashes another forearm smash, and then another. With each hit Maya seems less and less able to maintain her composure until the next forearm smash from Marvin Wood knocks her to the canvas. He grabs her hand and rips off the brass knuckles, chucking them outside the ring and then making it a point to nod in Dyce and Adrian’s direction before locking Maya into a Texas Cloverleaf.

Adrian Kalis: What a dick.

Benjamin Dyce: Ay. He’s a real minger that one.

Larry Gordon: What the hell does that even mean?

Linzi Martin: Sounds hot when you say it though Mr. Dyce. Say it again.

Wood has Maya right where he wants her, as she screams and writhes with pain. Marvin Wood wrenches the move, applying more pressure. He isn’t even breaking a sweat.

Benjamin Dyce: Minger.

Linzi Martin: Hehehehe! Love it!

Maya tries reaching for the bottom ropes, which is pretty pointless in a REBEL Pro ring Marvin must be thinking. Showing her misunderstanding, Wood scoffs and lets her move them to the ropes to toy with her.

Larry Gordon: If she can get to the ropes she can at least avoid losing. Does Marvin realize that?

Adrian Kalis: Well Larry, I don’t know if Marvin Wood gave half a fuck to read up on the REBEL rules. I’m sure he assumes no DQ and no rope break doesn’t count.

Maya grabs onto the bottom rope, almost with tears in her eyes as Wood continues to wrench the move. Maya holds tight and screams for it to stop.

Larry Gordon: Yes. While Wood is not required to break the hold, if she quits or taps out it will not count.

Linzi Martin: Gotta love REBEL Pro!

And tap she does. Maya begins tapping, and Marvin Wood lets go of her, stepping forward triumphantly and raising his hands in the air.

Adrian Kalis: What a fucking idiot. Shhh, no one tell him the match is still on.

The referee tells Wood the match is going to continue, since Maya had one hand on the ropes the tap out will not count. Maya is already out of the ring and she picks up the brass knuckles Wood threw out of the ring. Maya slides back in and Wood immediately goes to her for another forearm smash, but Maya ducks. Whether because she feels weak from the Texas Cloverleaf or not, she buckles and low blows Wood in the royal jewels for his troubles. Wood winces, dropping to his knees. Maya gets to her feet and grabs his head with one hand before laying in a direct shot with that brass knuckles. Wood hits the canvas, and Maya mounts him, locking her legs to his waist and twisting her lower body over him as she lays in shot after shot after shot with those brass knuckles. The crowd roars with approval as Marvin Wood begins to bleed. Maya on her feet gingerly runs to the ropes, bounces and splashes down with an asai moonsault. She hooks the leg!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

DING DING DING

The referee shakes his head, claiming it was a two count. Wood looks up, wiping the blood from his face. The camera shows Adrian with the ring bell.

Adrian Kalis: What? Can’t a man screw with the head of the guy trying to beat up his sister? Jeez.

Maya goes for a thrust kick at Wood while he’s down but he grabs her leg, spins her and then rolls her up!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Maya crawls away quickly to regroup. Wood gets to his feet and shakes his head as he looks at her. Maya charges at him but Wood side steps her and grabs her by her hair, spinning her around. With a knife edged chop he burns her chest hard. Maya winces, clutching her chest. Wood elbows her across the back of the head and she hits the canvas. Wood lifts her up and hits a Full Nelson Suplex on Maya, bringing her down hard on the canvas.

Linzi Martin: So this is the first time Maya has competed in REBEL Pro since helping you win the REBEL Pro tag team titles, right?

Adrian Kalis: That’s right. And look at her… Go?

Wood is now on the top turnbuckle, he flies off with a top rope splash! Wood covers!

1!

Larry Gordon: Like all Kalis’, she is none too impressive.

2!!

Benjamin Dyce: Come on doll.

TH-KICK OUT!

Wood sits up, blood still trickling from his forehead. Maya cracks him over the face quickly with another shot with the brass knuckles, sending him back. It gives her time to get back to her feet. She lifts Wood up and quickly hits a corkscrew neckbreaker. Back up again she steps back, stomping her foot from the corner and the crowd cheers wildly. Wood is slow to get to his feet, and as he rises his back is turned to her. He turns around and Maya goes for Perdition! BUT SHE MISSES AS MARVIN WOOD DUCKS THE SUPERKICK! He grabs her and hits the Suplex Labyrinth ! She’s pinned!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Wood holds on, bringing her back up for another suplex and locking the pin in again.

1!

Adrian Kalis: Remember when I faced Marvin for the Victory World title?

2!!

Benjamin Dyce: Ay! I do! He paid that referee off to screw you over, ay?

THREE-KICK OUT!

Wood still isn’t going to relent, suplexing Maya once again and once again for a third time locking the pin up. This time Maya looks completely out of it.

1!

Adrian Kalis: Yeah. He paid a referee and stole the Victory World title from my grasp.

2!!

Benjamin Dyce: Ay. Was a shameful move, typical of any ned like Wood. Or a chav, maybe he’ll understand that word better.

3!!!

No? The referee throws himself to the ground, pretending to be hurt just before his hand hit the canvas. Wood lets go of Maya and stands up, looking at the referee. Adrian is already sneaking around the ring and slides in behind Marvin Wood. Wood looks at the announcers table, where Benjamin Dyce waves.

Benjamin Dyce: Ay wanker, you’re right fucked now.

Adrian grabs Wood from behind and locks his arms up, twisting him around and hitting the MasaDriver!!! Adrian is up and so is Maya. Adrian shakes the referee, who opens one eye to see if everything is kosher. Marvin Wood is out cold, if only momentarily. Maya throws herself onto him, and Adrian slides out of the ring and begins walking away.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Benjamin Dyce: YEAH!

Dyce throws the headset off and helps grab Maya out of the ring, she locks her legs around his waist and smiles as they kiss.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, MAYA KALIS!!!

Wood sits up, and does not look pleased one little bit. Benjamin Dyce and Maya make their exit to the backstage now.

Larry Gordon: Payback? Using my company as the stage for that? That referee should be fired!

Linzi Martin: Hell no! Look at how happy the fans are to see Maya triumph! Should be lucky Adrian didn’t make it for the Aggression title!

Wood grabs the REBEL Pro Aggression title from ringside and scoffs at the fans who yell at him as he leaves.

Larry Gordon: I’d have over ruled him.

Segment!

We’re backstage at Aggression with the current AOWF and PWA Tag Team Champions and also number one contenders to the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships. Jesus. Matthew Engel has the night off tonight, so he’s dressed in jeans and a black polo with the AOWF logo on his chest. Hayes is in his ring gear, getting prepared for his big title match tonight with that one guy.

Jethro Hayes: Mirror, mirror.. on the wall.. who’s the toughest motherfucker of them all?

Engel laughs.

Matthew Engel: Snow White could whoop you, Jethro.

Jethro Hayes: No way, son, not with these moves; aiii-yah!

Hayes imitates Karate and is amazingly quick for such a big dude. Engel shrugs his shoulders, a little impressed.

Matthew Engel: Okay, maybe Snow White would have her work cut out for her.

Jethro Hayes: Matt, let’s have a talk.

Hayes sits down in the couch across from Engel’s personalized recliner.

Jethro Hayes: Rumors, Matt. I hears them.

Matthew Engel: Oh, do you now?

Hayes nods and leans back in the couch, tapping the tips of his fingers together like an evil villain. Engel goes back to reading something on his iPhone.

Jethro Hayes: You’re.. not interested?

Matthew Engel: Is it about me?

Jethro Hayes: No.

Matthew Engel: Well… then what do you think?

Hayes is saddened by Engel’s conceitedness.

Jethro Hayes: It’s about someone you know, though. Someone very… very close to you.

Matthew Engel: Does their first name rhyme with jew-fro?

Jethro Hayes: No.. hey! Not cool.

Matthew Engel: Seriously, what’s up with your hair recently?

Hayes shrugs his shoulders.

Jethro Hayes: It’s just poofier than usual.

Matthew Engel: What’s the rumor, man?

Hayes leans in, indicating Matthew to lean in as well. Engel doesn’t really oblige, but manages to look at Jethro.

Jethro Hayes: I hear there is a new company on da rise in the AOWF.

Matthew Engel: No way! That’s crazy!

Engel rolls his eyes and then goes back to reading his iPhone.

Jethro Hayes: Wait, that’s not it! I heard True Glory signed a rookie! Another Engel!

Engel looks up and starts laughing.

Matthew Engel: You hear the craziest shit, Jethro. Didn’t you also try to convince me that Simon Kalis is actually Tupac?

Jethro Hayes: Oh come on, I was so hammered when I thought of that. But what I heard is from a trustworthy source. There’s another Engel in the AOWF.

Matthew Engel: Sources are never trustworthy, Jethro. Trust me, I would know if someone in my family joined a wrestling company.

Jethro Hayes: Are you sure about that?

Engel looks at Hayes, getting irritated. He gets up from his seat.

Matthew Engel: I’m gettin’ a fucking drink. Good luck with your match, asshole.

Engel storms out and Jethro gives his trademark shrug.

The Reunion I

Voice: Wait.

We fade in backstage, specifically to the parking lot of the Aggression Arena where Adrian Kalis is just opening the door to his jet black Mercedes-Benz AMG with Lacey Gloria. The voice we heard while more hoarse than it has ever been, is still recognizable.

Simon Kalis: We need to talk.

Adrian turns to face Simon.

Adrian Kalis: Yeah, old man? What’d you want?

Kalis steps forward, clearing his throat.

Simon Kalis: We’ve got a problem.

Simon turns his head to look over his right shoulder, taking note of the cameras.

Adrian Kalis: Do we? You mad I bribed one of your referees and then cost Marvin Wood a match?

Lacey Gloria: Come on do we need a dick measuring contest again gentlemen?

Simon steps forward, going nose to nose with Adrian before leaning in and whispering in his ears. While the camera doesn’t catch Simons face, it zooms in to show Adrians eyes widening.

Adrian Kalis: You’re sure?

Simon Kalis: Yes. It’s all on you, General.

Simon smiles, stepping back and saluting Adrian. Lacey observes quietly, not quite sure what to make of all of this cryptic nonsense.

Adrian Kalis: So. On top of this UX bullshit you’ve gotten us entangled in…

Simon Kalis: I know.

Adrian shakes his head.

Adrian Kalis: Let’s go, babe.

Adrian gets into the car and slams the door shut, Lacey joins him but not as brashly. With the ignition on, he swerves his way out of the parking lot and speeds off dangerously. Simon crosses his arms behind his back, tilting his head up and nodding.

REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship Match

Jethro Hayes versus Matt Stone©

Linzi Martin: John, what the hell are you doing back out here?! You should be in the hospital!

John Chellios: It’s gonna take more than Emily Corlen to sideline me, “The Greatest of All Time” John Chellios. I’m out here to do my job, to tell these fans how it is, and to put over the fact that Jethro Hayes is gonna be our next World Heavyweight Champion.

Linzi Martin: Well, that’s fine and dandy, John. Just try not to pull the crap you did two matches ago.

John Chellios: What crap? By being truthful? Are you asking me to lie to these people, the REBEL Pro fans?!

Linzi Martin: No, but you need to separate opinion from fact.

John Chellios: Oh, like Matt Stone is the most amazing performer ever to set foot inside a ring is fact?

Linzi Martin: That would be an opinion.

John Chellios: But how can it be an opinion if Matt Stone is world heavyweight champion?! That doesn’t make sense, Linzi. He holds the belt; therefore he should be recognized as such. How disrespectful. Did your mother teacher you that?

Linzi Martin: Leave my mother out of this, John.

John Chellios: Your mother is a whore.

Linzi Martin: John!

John Chellios: There, I said it. It had to be said.

Linzi Martin: Jethro coming out to a beautiful reaction, like always.

John Chellios: A former Ultra Passion follower once said Jethro Hayes is the greatest wrestler the PWA ever produced.

Linzi Martin: Jake Norton? Whatever happened to him?

John Chellios: He’s in a coma. Anyway, I happen to agree with Norton’s sentiments. Not just because Hayes is a blatant icon of this business, but unlike that duck-faced Matt Stone, Hayes embodies what REBEL Pro just to signify. It’s with this in mind I support Hayes’ cause in dethroning & saving REBEL Pro from such awfulness.

Linzi Martin: Matt Stone is a contender for Wrestler of the Year in multiple high profile magazines because of his broad accolades this year alone. He’s won ‘Who’s the Man’? Became World Champion of three brands belonging to the Alliance, and is a sure Hall of Famer. That’s success.

John Chellios: Oh, please. REBEL Pro is a prestigious company, but I can’t tell you how many World Titles I myself accumulated over the years. Does that make me one of the best that ever was? No, because every wrestling promotion has a World title, thus undermining the word. In order to be a World Champion, you need to defeat everyone everywhere.

Linzi Martin: I’m sure Matt Stone shares that sentiment, John, and tonight he doesn’t plan on losing his RXW & REBEL Heavyweight titles to Jethro Hayes.

John Chellios: Which is probably why he’s attacking Jethro from behind! What a coward.

Linzi Martin: Jethro doesn’t collapse. He’s fighting back, too! Clobbering Stone with hammer-like fists.

John Chellios: Stone knees Jethro in the groin! Or the stomach. Maybe even the thigh. I can’t tell.

Linzi Martin: He’s a superheavyweight.

Right after Linzi Martin says that, both Chellios & Martin suddenly go quiet. Don’t worry nothing tragic happened, just technical difficulties. In the midst of Stone’s harsh opening barrage, Jethro’s sharp pointed elbow into a mixture of Stone’s spine and nape soon halt Stone’s flow. Thus two knees to the skull temporarily jumble Stone’s game play and permits Jethro opportunity to hip toss neckbreaker Stone! Scrambling over to Stone, Jethro bombards the member of ‘Stolen Hearts’ with forearms, which soon produce crimson teeth! Having subsided Stone enough for Jethro to deadweight lift Stone onto his back and drop him for an argentine neckbreaker, and a beauty.

Jumping for a cross press, Jethro cannot score a three just yet. In response, Matt Stone is bloody grinning, and it’s directed right at a smirking Jethro who nods in respect. But that nod is soon transformed into a ‘doh’ face when lit up by two explosive jabs to the chin! Falling onto his side, Jethro deliberately rolls away onto the apron as Stone rises like a god damn rattlesnake ready to poison. Swinging another two hits again, Stone misses but slightly grazes Jethro’s face with his last throw as Jethro jumps off the apron, takes hold of Stone’s legs and pulls him outward.

Though Stone is forced to the outside, he immediately finds footing and clobbers Jethro as if a knockout were imminent. Dropping onto his knees, Jethro breathlessly swallows a spinning backfist which sends him headfirst into the barricade, not only producing a sickening thud but a nice ‘OOOOOH’ reaction from the audience. Yanking Jethro upward by his ears, Stone tries to double underhook, but Jethro counters with a release t-bone suplex into the barricade, and it’s spine-first! Thoroughly relentless, Jethro savagely remains in pursuit of Stone’s death via mud-stomping that visually looks so horrible, Linzi commented how she anticipated Stone’s gut to burst, but alas nobody could hear.

Pushing Stone inside the ring after punching thrice at his wounded back, Jethro’ slingshot bodysplashes and goes for the pin. As expected, the promise of ‘never surrender’ lives on as Matt Stone ever so luckily kicks out. Bringing Stone onto his feet, Jethro wraps his muscular arms around the Champion’s waist, pulls backward for a German Suplex! Oh gosh, another one! And another! He’s going for a hat trick! WAIT – STONE WITH THE STOPPER! One sweet elbow smash to Jethro’s nose spills blood instantly, however, more importantly enrages Jethro, prompting him to deliver one spanking overhead German suplex released into the corner! As a bloody-mouthed Stone flies through the air at ridiculous speed, the impact of his back hitting the turnbuckle resulted in the top two buckles breaking just as Stone fell onto his neck for maximum markage! Hayes steps back, smelling victory in his grasp. The crowd can feel it coming as Stone gets to his feet. JEthro Hayes pounces with The Plow! ONLY STONE TURNS AND SEES IT COMING, INSTEAD COUNTERING WITH THE C-C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER!!!!! The crowd all jump to their feet in disbelief as Stone quickly covers Hayes.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, and STIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion! MATT STONE!!!

QUICK RESULTS

Virgil Keenan defeats Bobby Lee
The KKK defeats Golden Inferno
Emily Corlen defeats Vincent Black
Maya Kalis defeats Marvin Wood
Matt Stone defeats Jethro Hayes to retain the RPW World Title

I’d Consider

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers, the lights pan around the arena, pyros go off, and very hot sexy women come out, dressed in cheerleader outfits. After twelve of them come out, Larry Gordon walks out himself, the fans, who were cheering at the leggy and busty cheerleaders, now begin booing heavily. Their outfits have a big “LG” on their chest, and you’ve probably guessed in what location as well.

“Fans!”

The fans boo heavily as the cheerleaders begin a “Larry Larry, he’s our man!” cheer. Gordon looks at them and smiles.

“What can I say?”

They continue booing heavily.

Larry: “Except that Bubba J isn’t here, he won’t be back, because he’s still… F.I.R.E.D! and for you idiots that can’t spell… he’s still FIRED!”

He laughs into the mic as the cheerleaders begin a “F.I.R.E.D” chant, causing the men and boys to be torn for booing them or cheering their moves.

Larry: “You sit there and stare at my lovely assistants, but boo me for business practices? You boo me for putting Jenny Jersey in her place? Yet the majority of you go home and beat your wives with fists, kicks, belts, and who knows what else?”

He shakes his head, his microphone not working as he begins speaking again. However, the big screen comes back on, showing Bubba J standing outside, somewhere.

Bubba J: “Recognize this place Gordon? Do you recognize it at all?”

Gordon tries to speak.

Bubba J: “I’m sorry, fat got your tongue? Well, its the house that you purchased with their hard earned money, the same money that you refused to give us a raise with in the past while we spilt blood and flesh in your ring… for your company.”

Bubba J shrugs.

Bubba J: “Not that I care, cause I fight for the love of fighting… but I do have something that I want to show you.”

He winks as the camera slowly zooms backwards. A mailbox reads “Larry Gordon, his address, and a huge Rebel Pro logo there as well.”

Bubba J: “See, I’m gonna…”

He holds up a gas can, waggling it back and forth to show that its nearly empty as he walks off from the front porch, making sure to create a line of the liquid.

Bubba J: “I’m gonna piss you off Larry and destroy your house. And I’m gonna keep doing shit like this, until I’m hired back… or I can get you in the ring.”

He shrugs.

Bubba J: “Whichever comes first.”

Gordon’s mic comes back to life.

Gordon: “You burn down my house and I’ve got video evidence and I’ll carry you to court and sue you for every single thing you have, right down to empty beer cans in my newly won truck.”

Bubba J laughs.

Bubba J: “Video evidence?”

A split screen, showing that someone has paused the recording of the show, it goes back to full.

Bubba J: “I know its far from perfect, but see if any of your fans will lend you a copy.”

Fans: “Hell No! Hell No!”

Bubba J shakes his head, Gordon is red faced and furious.

Bubba J: “Didn’t think so… and your little cheerleaders are a nice touch… guess they are paid big time to look that cheap.”

Some of them nod, they don’t care, the fans laugh, Gordon is beyond pissed.

Bubba J: “But a fire Gordon? That’s a bit over dramatic, because you can esily just rebuiled. Inside your home…”

The scene splits to show boxes in every room, with timers on their digital display counting down towards zero.

Bubba J: “I’ve planted, not exactly explosive devices, but boxes that will somewhat explode and fill each and every room of your house with shit…”

The fans laugh.

Bubba J: “With human shit, animal shit, some insect shit, if it shits… chances are that its contributed to the grand total…”

Gordon goes to speak, but Bubba J cuts him off.

Bubba J: “But… that’s not all…”

He steps up a ladder into apiece of machinery… that slowly becomes a crane holding a large bucket of some kind over the house.

Bubba J: “I’m gonna redecorate your house for you as well!”

A beeping is heard from his phone, somewhat explosive sounds come from inside the house and Bubba J turns a key which cranks up the big crane.

Bubba J: “And…”

He releases a lever, the huge tub thing opens up, covering Gordon’s house with shit and piss from a ton of porta potties.

Bubba J: “And that contribution came from Hardcore Drinking, where we had a shit-a-thon in your honor… though some people only had to piss… But they still managed to contribute to your redecoration.”

He laughs.

Bubba J: “I’d consider re-hiring me Larry… next week may be even more interesting.”

He gives Larry the Gordon before fading away. Gordon is too pissed to make another word, his cheerleaders are silent as we fade to commercial with the fans laughing and holding their noses.

Tag Team Match

Abbey Graves & Vincent Black versus Golden Inferno

The match started with Gold using his speed to his advantage over Vincent Black. Mostly in that Jeremy Gold tended to run away screaming at the top of his lungs as Black approached him. Abbey Graves had Inferno down, and was stomping his face in at ringside. Abbey hopped up onto the ring apron and did a cross body splash on Inferno, sending them both crashing into the barricade separating the fans from the action. Jeremy Gold finally got caught by Vincent Black, as he ran towards the ropes, bounced off by accident and met a huge boot from Black. Black covered Gold but Gold got a shoulder up after the two count. Inferno ran from Abbey Graves who gave chase, and then Inferno proceeded to get a gas canister from under the ring. He poured it all over himself and ran at Abbey, who dodged him. Gold in the ring slid out of it and grabbed some beer off of a beer vendor at ringside. He began drinking his sorrow away, as Vincent watched on unimpressed from ringside. Inferno finally set himself on fire and leaped onto Abbey Graves, trying to burn her. The crowd cheered, but she managed to escape although she wasn’t terribly burned she was still in a lot of pain. Gold slid back into the ring after downing multiple glasses of liquid courage. Black goes for a clothesline, he misses as Gold ducks. Gold spits beer in Black’s face and then grabs him, hitting his patented sit out face buster he calls The Golden Shower! Gold flips Black over and covers, putting his feet up against the middle rope for extra leverage. 1! 2!! 3!!! KICK OUT! But it’s too late! Black kicked out too late, and Gold, completely ecstatic and happy runs out of the ring screaming of his glorious victory. Inferno remains partially dead, the fire put out.

Winners: Golden Inferno

It’s Not Powdered Sugar

The camera cuts backstage to find a distraught Bobby Lee wondering around, stumbling around, doing pretty much what defines his entire career. He comes to a door marked, “Jeremy Gold”, he falls against it, the door opens and Bobby Lee falls into the room.

“I don’t wanna fight anyone.”

He seems to be talking to someone, but its only Bobby Lee in the room. Therefore, we observe that he’s talking to either himself or to one of the voices that he hears inside his skull.

“I’m scared of fighting. I don’t like fighting. I don’t like squirrels. I don’t like blood. I don’t like…”

He looks at the desk, the bottom drawer open and a carton of white stuff is in plain sight; though it looks as though it has had a simblence of being hid.

“But I love powdered sugar!”

He digs his finger into the powder, licking it off with delight. A funny look comes on his face after a moment. He sticks his fingers back in, getting another good lick off his fingers.

“How it sticks to your fingers and makes you feel…”

He sways.

“I can’ta believea dats somie leffy all sugar. Atey the donuttttttttssssssssssssss.”

He giggles, a groan man giggling hysterically.

“Shuts ups yous damns squirrelies.”

He giggles some more, adding a “s” to every thing he says. We hear a voice coming from down the hallway, Bobby Lee looks at the powder.

“Theys comes backs fors thes sugaries!”

He looks at the door, at the stash.

“Theys nots gonnas gets its!”

He slams his face into the stash, licking, snorting, all that he can do. He quickly raises up from the stash, white powder covering his face.

“Yous shants gets alls ofs its!”

Jeremy Gold walks in, finding Bobby Lee standing there with his cocaine powder all over his face.

“I loves powdereds sugaries!”

Gold just looks at Bobby Lee and at his very much depleted stash. He looks back to Bobby Lee who’s eyes roll up into his head and he falls backwards.

Gold: “Shit… Simon’s gonna kill me.”

RPW Tag Team Championship NOC Match

Second 2 None versus Fire Wood

Linzi Martin: Fans, we are back from commercial break with this Rebel Pro Tag Team match that is set for one fall and is for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Number One Contendership!

Larry Gordon: Both teams are already in the ring and are set to go.

Ding Ding

Jethro and Phoenix are in their respective corners, after their brutal Last Man Standing match last night; so its Matthew and Marvin starting this match off. Collar and elbow in the center of the ring, Engel with a quick wristlock, into a go behind, but Marvin with a quick reversal, back to a wristlock. Marvin with a kick to Engel’s ribs before yanking on the wrist, Engel drops down, flipping Marvin over onto his back. Engel up quickly, Marvin up as well looking at Engel. They come back together, Engel under the outstretched arm, grabbing a headlock, but Marvin with a quick series of elbows loosens the hold and the shove into the ropes breaks the hold completely. Engel off the ropes, ducking under the leap frog, he slams on brakes. Matthew spins around, Marvin right there with a kick to his midsection and a neckbreaker takes Engel down to the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Fast paced action here in the early going.

Larry Gordon: Doing good Linzi, just call the match the way you are supposed to.

Marvin with a knee drop onto Engel’s elbow has one of the first back to back moves of the match. Marvin begins to work the elbow of Engel a bit, stomping down before pulling him up to his feet. Whip into the ropes and Marvin lowers his head. Engel telegraphs the move, leaping over Marvin to bounce off the ropes. Marvin spins around, Engel with a springboard back flip lands on his shoulders, reverse hurricanrana sends Marvin outside of the ring. Engel wastes no time in bouncing off the ropes launching himself over the top with a suicide dive that sends Marvin crashing back first into the protective barrier.

Linzi Martin: Matthew Engel risking a lot there to put Marvin down for a bit longer.

Larry Gordon: All competitors are of the highest intensity, you’ve got to take chances.

Engel lifts Marvin up, rolling him up to his feet, face planting him on the apron, and then back into the ring. Grabbing a wristlock, Engel kicks him in the ribs and tags in Jethro Hayes, who is reaching out for the tag. Jethro steps through the ropes, kicking Marvin right in the ribs with his heavy workboot before a double whip sends Marvin’s now sore back into the corner.

Linzi Martin: How smart is it to tag Jethro into this match after last night?

Larry Gordon: They aren’t as dominant as they are for taking stupid risks.

Jethro with a roaring elbow and lifted knee slams into Marvin and The Phoenix is getting irate in his corner, yelling at the referee to do something about this. Jethro shoots him the middle finger before going back to assaulting Marvin in the corner, Engel takes this moment to step through the ropes and allow Jethro some time with Marvin. Jethro lifts Wood up onto his shoulders, going for a running powerslam. Jethro runs, Marvin slips off, somehow managing to spin Jethro around in the process and deliver a DDT center ring!

Linzi Marvin: He wasn’t the first Victory Wrestling Champion for his looks.

Larry Gordon: And I’m sure that you’ve checked them out.

Marvin gasps a bit, that move may have cost him a little something. Marvin pulls himself up quickly, knowing Jethro’s reputation for never quitting, before locking him in a sleeper hold in the center of the ring, being sure to dig his knee into Jethro’s kidneys.

Larry Gordon: Brilliant, two points of offense, with one hold.

Linzi Martin: And the sleeper is going to be quite effective, Jethro cannot even be fifty percent after last night.

Larry Gordon: Its the price that you pay in this business.

Jethro tries to shake his head, Phoenix is taunting him, and Engel is encouraging him. The crowd is behind him and he’s shaking his fist, struggling to get back up to his feet and break the hold. He manages to loosen the pressure on his kidneys, then shoving backwards, breaks the sleeper hold, but he’s unable to get up to his feet. Marvin, unsmiling and all business, pulls Hayes up, chopping his chest into the corner. Wood with a whip sends Hayes into Fire Wood’s corner where he tags in The Phoenix. Phoenix steps through, their turn to double team. Wood with Phoenix alternate kicks and chops as Jethro’s unable to fire back up much offense; that sleeper hold really did a number on him. Jethro kicks out at Phoenix’s ankle, while similtaneously punching at Marvin’s face. He doesn’t connect with Marvin, but he’s distracted enough to allow Jethro to escape.

Linzi Martin: What brutal action.

Larry Gordon: These fans are wanting blood Linzi!

Phoenix says something that catches Jethro’s attention, its all he needed as he spits right in Hayes’ eyes, causing the big man to turn his face. Marvin with a forearm to the face and Phoenix uses the momentum to roll him up in the corner and grab the tights.

One!

Two!

Jethro kicks out, just as Engel kicks out towards Phoenix’s face. Releasing the hold, Phoenix turns to Engel, who leaps up into the air with a front kick right to his face again; Jethro using the momentum to roll him up for a cover!

One!

Two!

Marvin breaks it up, kicking Jethro in the face, popping one of Jethro’s stitches in his hairline.

Linzi Martin: That busted one of Hayes’ stitches.

Larry Gordon: And Phoenix seems to be bleeding from under his mask.

Jethro loosens the pin, rolling over and getting slowly up to his feet; Phoenix rolling on out to the outside. Jethro does his best to get up to his feet, never quitting, but Marvin is right there. Engel intercepts Marvin, whipping him into the ropes. Wood bounces off the ropes, coming back with intensity and looking to smash into Matthew. Wood slides under Engel’s spread feet, popping up and delivering a dropkick to Engel’s chest which causes him to slam back first in the corner. In the corner Engel and Wood are battling back and forth with chops, the stinging variety thats got the crowd wooing to their heart’s content.

Linzi Martin: Who’s that?

Larry Gordon: Its most not certainly Hoody Ninjas, there aren’t enough of them

Jethro shoves up to his feet, just as two men in hooded robes enter the ring. The referee is distracted by Engel and Wood, doing his best to get some semblence of a Tag Team match back in order, even if there are no disqualifications in Rebel Pro.

Linzi Martin: I think they have a mind to attack Jethro Hayes here.

Larry Gordon: Most likely they do, did the lead pipe and baseball bat give it away?

Linzi Martin: That and the fact they are looking and pointing at Jethro.

Jethro turns as the men step over the barricade; Engel darts past Wood, coming to stand beside Jethro and Phoenix has somehow made his way to the other side to stand beside Marvin. The hooded druid type figures enter into the ring, immediately going after Engel and Hayes with their weapons. Engel gets a bat to the stomach while Jethro receives a lead pipe to the temple, causing him to go down heavily. The bigger of the two hooded figures nails Engel in the ribs with the lead pipe, while the smaller of the two men nails Jethro in the ribs with the baseball bat

Larry Gordon: Listen to this crowd boo and cheer, they love the blood and violence and I’m glad to bring it to them.

Linzi Martin: You ordered these hooded figures?

Larry Gordon: No, no, no; but if I had known of the reaction and probable ratings… I would have ordered them.

Linzi Martin: They are totally ignorning Fire Wood, who are just watching this massacre.

The two men are utterly desimating Second 2 None, leaving them bloody and beaten in the ring, arranged in a sacrificial way in the center of the Rebel Pro logo, on the canvas. Phoenix motions to Wood who makes the cover on Engel while he makes a cover on Engel.

One!

Two!

KICKOUT!

Jethro and Engel both kickout similtaneously!

Linzi Martin: And Wood basically said they don’t know each other.

Larry Gordon: You hardly ever see them hanging out.

The hooded men are half-way up the ramp, but Phoenix motions for them to go on, its basically inevitable from here.

Linzi Martin: He confirms that he did order them, by just dismissing them.

Larry Gordon: Why should they come back? Its basically over and Second 2 None with another loss on their record.

Fire Wood stand there with a member of S2N on their knees in front of them and slowly pull them up to their feet; a double punch to the gut doubles Fire Wood over. A double pulling them together headbutt causes Fire Wood’s heads to slam together with sudden and violent impact. Marvin, with the assist of a superkick from Engel sends Wood over the top rope and to the outside. Jethro sets Phoenix up, Planting him heavily on the Rebel Pro logo as Engel flies off with the Euthenasia. Jethro goes to protect the pin, but Engel taps him on the shoulder, Hayes spins around ready to fight off any attackers.

Linzi Martin: What is he doing?

Larry Gordon: Getting ready to have the hell beat out of him again, this time by his partner and friend Jethro Hayes.

Engel points down at Phoenix, they both step on his chest with one foot and look back at Marvin, slowly moving on the outside.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match, the team of Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes… Second 2 None!

Larry Gordon: So it’s settled. Second 2 None will face Stolen Hearts for the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions at Armed Assault!

Linzi Martin: It will be an intense match!

Larry Gordon: And The Phoenix will be facing Marvin Wood in defending the AoWF World Championship!

Linzi Martin: Shit just got real, Larry.

We fade to one last shot of Second 2 None victorious.

QUICK RESULTS

Golden Inferno defeats Vincent Black & Abbey Graves
Second 2 None defeats Fire Wood, becoming number one contenders to the RPW Tag Team Titles

About This Close

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers and the crowd immediately begins to laugh, some boo heavily, but the majority are laughing; because they remember what Bubba J did to Gordon not so long ago. Larry has a mic in hand as he steps through the ropes, shoving Jenny Jersey down in his haste, or maybe it was on purpose. Either way, Jenny gives a bit of a squeak as she falls backwards and Gordon just stares down at her, perhaps she was laughing along with the crowd.

“Keep on laughing, chuck it up, enjoy yourselves…”

He smirks.

“Cause at the end of the day, I’m about this close…”

He holds two fingers less than a quarter of an inch apart, for an example.

“From taking back over, its just a formality now keeping me from regaining the control of a company that I own fifty-one percent of. Something about me not being in my right mind, the health issues that I’ve had… the anger issues…”

They all boo and laugh at him still, many mimick eating a burger and fries; it all goes to piss Gordon off.

“But you know what?!”

They are giving him hell and he’s getting pissed extremely quickly and fully.

“What is funny is… that that bald headed son of a bitch, and I’ve met her before… and I know, will never wrestle again.”

He laughs.

“Actually, never say never… but he has about as much chance of wrestling here again as I do of not eating and Jenny Jersey getting on her knees to…”

She screams, he shoves her down again.

“Jenny… please, I wasn’t going to tell them about when you needed that raise so bad to make your car payment. Or that time you needed a bit more to pay the Emergency room doctor because…”

She screams again, in tears; Gordon laughs, he just viagra to lose weight shoves Jenny away(she’s not a fighter).

Get a grip Jenny, they will never know about how you couldn’t afford to feed your little old mama, how you couldn’t take care of her, how you couldn’t pay her Nursing Home bill… and she had to go live on the street… shitting and pissing all over her self… How you begged on your knees… how you opened your mouth… how you were willing to open your le…”

“That’s enuff you fat ass buffet eating blowhard of a sumbitch!”

Gordon spins around.

Gordon: “You can’t come…”

He looks around, but Bubba J isn’t at the backstage entrance, a laughter comes from the speakers.

Bubba J: “Nope, I ain’t there…”

Gordon spins around again, looking for the Ragin’ Redneck everywhere.

Bubba J: “Now, I sat back and watched you belly bump Jenny down… didn’t say nothing cause hell, you ain’t seen your feet in 7 years. You can’t buckle a belt, it boggles my mind how you button your pants or hold your dick to take a piss…”

The crowd is laughing, Gordon is breathing hard and still looking around.

Gordon: “You shu…”

Bubba J: “Noby Moby, ain’t gonna happen any time soon… and your fat ass can’t shut me up. I may be fired…”

Gordon smiles.

Gordon: “And you will remain…”

Bubba J: “I said shut the fuck up Gordon… cause I ain’t through speaking, if I want you to talk I’ll put on a long sleeved rubber glove and shove it up your ass and work you like a puppet… until that time… shut the fuck up.”

Gordon is shocked into silence.

Bubba J: “What I was saying is… that you let little Ms. Jersey go… because… if you touch my gawd damned girlfriend again… if you talk about her mama one more time… if you spread lies about what you claimed to have made her do again…”

Jenny dives out of the ring, scratching Gordon on the cheek as she gets away. Gordon spins to watch her, but Bubba J is right there.

Bubba J:(smiling broadly) “I’ll kick you in the nuts(he does so) and then…”

Trailer Park Trash!

Bubba J rolls over to get right in Gordon’s unconscious face, spitting right on it as he speaks.

(growl type whisper): “I’ll… send… you… to take a nap in the Trailer Park Trash. Gordon, when you wake up… watch this… and don’t fucking do it again. Its coming down to you and me… you’d better believe it.”

Jenny is standing outside of the ring, shaking in fear and humiliation. Bubba J kicks Gordon’s legs apart.

“Jenny, come back here sweety.”

She shakes her head, but Bubba J holds the ropes open for her.

“Come on Sweety, he ain’t gonna mess with you again.”

Linzi Martin: “Oh Jenny, take the oppurtunity! We all are behind you!”

A “Jenny Jersey”(clap, clap, clap clap clap) chant breaks out, turning her a bit embarrassed, but she climbs into the ring. Bubba J holds her hand and whispers in her ear and she shakes her head. Bubba J keeps talking in her ear, the mic picking up the sound, but not the words. After a minute or so, she looks around, hears the cheers growing louder, the fans on their feet clapping, and she quickly gives Bubba J a kiss before following him over to Gordon’s feet. Bubba J walks her up to Gordon’s knee caps and…

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Linzi Martin: “You might not be able to hear me over the crowd… but its… GOOOOOOOOOD!”

Gordon wakes up from the pain, just to receive a punt type of kick to the head from Bubba J. The two(Jenny and Bubba J) climb out of the ring, much to the crowd’s delight and uproarious cheering.

REBEL Pro Aggression Title Match

Marvin Wood versus Mark McNasty(c)

With the Rebel Pro Aggression title on the line, the crowd was really into the entrances of both men, favoring Mark McNasty despite Marvin’s victory at the Kingdom of Death. They start out locking up, Wood using his wrestling prowess to gain an advantage, getting behind McNasty and slamming him with a reverse body slam. Wood floated over and captured Mark in a front chancery. Marvin started getting to his feet along with McNasty who was able to push Wood off into the ropes, as Marvin came back he was flipped over with a power slam. Mark went for a quick cover and only got a one count. When Marvin started getting up, Mark ran at the ropes and came back with a swinging neck breaker, floating over again with a cover, but again only netting a one count. Mark locked Wood in an arm bar to try and wear down his limb, but Marvin was able to slip out of the hold quickly and catch McNasty with a swift kick to the head. Mark pulled back, holding his temple as Wood rolled to his right, getting up. Marvin dashed over at McNasty and caught him with a straight drop kick to the chest, knocking him through the ropes and to the floor, the crow getting behind their fallen champion.

Marvin got out of the ring in pursuit of McNasty and grabbed him by the back of the head, but Mark countered Wood and hit him in the side of the face with a forearm. Mark followed up by slamming Wood’s head into the apron, then grabbed him by the waist and drove him into the thinly padded mat outside. The crowd started cheering for Mark as he was given a crutch by someone in the audience. As Wood was getting up, Mark took a swing for his head and broke the crutch in two over Wood’s cranium. Marvin fell down face first and Mark held the broken crutch up to the applause of the crowd. The crowd started a “Mc-Nas-Ty” chant as McNasty picked up Wood and rolled him back into the ring, thanking the audience member before getting back in as well.

Marvin was trying to create some distance between the two of them as Mark got back in the ring. As McNasty approached, Wood rolled on his back and sent a straight kick at Mark’s leg, causing him to stumble. Wood sat up and hooked Mark’s head, getting him in a small package. The referee made a quick 2 count, but Mark kicked out before three. Both men got to their feet, Marvin a little slower as he was still feeling the effects of the crutch blow. As he started getting up, Mar was already to beat him to the punch, or in this case, beat him to the elbow as he caught Wood in the canadian pharmacy online free shipping back of the head with a stiff elbow. The crowd cheered as Wood collapsed and McNasty rolled him over for the cover, getting a long two count before Wood was able to kick out.

Mark looked slightly annoyed as he picked u Wood, backing him into the nearest corner. Mark drove his shoulder into Wood’s abdomen a few times, wearing down his challenger. McNasty picked him up to the top turnbuckle, getting up and going to lock in a superplex. As Mark tried to flip him over, Marvin hooked the top rope to prevent his demise. Marvin caught Mark in the head with a few elbow blows, dazing McNasty. Wood then quickly hooked his head and jumped down, forcing McNasty straight to the mat with an STO! It isn’t quite the imperfect tense, but it looked quite perfect. After the blow, Wood was able to hook his outside leg and get the 1 2 3!

Winner and New Aggression Champion: Marvin Wood

Shineys and Cake in A Minor

“I realise that I’mma liability.”

This segment opens with those words and this moment, Anna Mathews throwing a ball against the wall. It bounces back in her grasp. The repetition helps her consentrate. She’s talking to somebody. Who? Fuck off. This ain’t a promo.

“Aye haz moments hen I’m goofy und moments when I’m cereal. Sumtimes, eye’s a chatty Kathy. Xcept, ya know, mi name’s not Kathy. Inn dat time, I doan’t know what I’m sayin in all honesty.”

A hidden shrug.

“Buuuut four the most part, Ai keep myself moderatelee unattached. Yif ya think I’m ignoring yoo, odds arr I’z not tring two on purpose. Blame et on my hanging owt wit moody emo cunts starting off. Whatevs. Mi career…um, overall, that ish…goes up n down faster than a yo-yo. I accept this. Mayhaps you’ve notise that olive this ish tru with the vast majrity ov everybody.”

A beat. OMG SHE’S LOOKING AT THE CAMERA!

“But yif I din’t make this big speech an make expectation grow, this hole recordink thing woold bea absewlutely pointless.”

She drops the ball (lolz) and drags out a nice title-sized case from straight outta Hammerspace.

“Sides, it makes cents fer dis ta happen. Vewwy few peepole seems two honestly get where I’m tring too go. Oar rather, where hive been forced to go. Yoo ceem like you can handle itt, soooo I’m just gonna ask.”

A blink. The Queen of the Dodos gets down on one knee and filps open the case where the AoWF Tag Team shiny dances in the light. Pattened headtilt.

“Still wanna bea my taggy partner or wat?”

The camera turns around and Hey! it’s Johnny Kennedy! That guy is awesome! Johnny looks down at the shiny AOWF Title.

Johnny: “That’s…that’s a hell of a request.”

Johnny thinks it over.

Johnny: “It all comes down to regret. I actually happen to have quite a few of them in the AOWF. I regret the whole ‘Johnny Chaos’ debacle. I regret that I never got to bang you or your girlfriend or her sister before you all went and got attached to people.”

Anna shrugs. It’s a pretty legit regret.

Johnny: “I regret ever leaving Victory Wrestling and it crumbling in my absence. I regret jumping into a marriage in my early 20′s with a woman I had only known for a couple months and….well… I’d hate to see ‘turning down an AOWF Title’ show up in my list of regrets especially when it has been offered by a fellow individual who seems to have been labelled as having hit a low point in their career.”

The Dodo Queen acts like she’s been shot in the heart and comically falls down. Kennedy, being a dick, doesn’t seem to notice.

Johnny: “Also one who knows when to speak out against all the bullshit in the AOWF like (CENSORED), (CENSORED) (CENSORED), (CENSORED), and (CENSORED).”

Anna kips up.

Anna: “Oar (CENSORED) (CENSORED) (CENSORED).”

Johnny: “Well, that just goes without saying. You said I get what you’re trying to do, and I think you get what I’m trying to do as well. We’re both a little….fed up with being held back because we happen to speak our minds on occasion and seem to be capable of having an original thought or two every now and again and those are pretty unpopular. We’re…controversial, and like they always say; Controversy Creates…”

Anna: “Cake?”

Johnny: “No it creates….yeah. Actually, I kind of like that.”

Johnny takes the vacant AOWF Tag Title and drapes it over his shoulder.

Johnny: “Anyhoo. Yeah, you’ve got yourself a partner. Strike a pose!”

They do so. It’s awesome. Segment over. Good night, everybody!

REBEL Pro World Title Match

Xan Vaxman versus Matt Stone(c)

Maya Kalis: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be for the Rebel pro World Championship! Introducing first, he is the challenger and the Winner of the Everybody Sucks but Me Tournament, weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds, residing in Mexico City, Mexico by way of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada…he is the unprofessional wrestler…Xan Vaxman!

“Punch Em In the Dick” by Juicy Karkass plays in the arena as Xan comes out to a reasonable cheer from the Rebel Pro faithful. Xan waived to a few people as he walked down the ramp, getting into the ring.

Linzi Martin: Here we are, getting ready for the arrival of the Rebel pro World Champion, should be a great match, a lot of history here between these two.

Maya Kalis: And his opponent…weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Ottawa Ontario Canada…he is the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…Matt Stoooone!

“Sound of Madness” by Shinedown starts playing out as Matt Stone makes his way down to the ring. He holds up his title for the crowd to see, some boo him, some clap out of respect. Matt gets in the ring and hands his title over to the referee after kissing it, possibly for the last time.

Linzi Martin: Both men are in the ring and it looks like we’re about to get started here.

The bell indeed rings and Stone and Vaxman start circling around the ring, saying something inaudible to one another. They lock up, Stone getting the early advantage with a side headlock. An pushes him off at the ropes and when Stone comes back, he knocks Xan down to the mat with a shoulder block. Matt quickly hits the ropes again, Xan realizing this and rolls over as Stone rebounds, Matt jumping over hi t the opposite side of the ropes and as Matt comes back, Vaxman has regained his vertical base and flips Matt over with a hip toss. Stone is quick to his feet and he’s immediately dropped down with a drop kick. Rather than get up, Matt rolls out of the ring and holds up his hands in a t formation for a time out. The crowd starts booing this, Xan just flashes a smile. Matt paces around for a few seconds, catching his cuanto dura el efecto del viagra breath as he slides back into the ring. Xan comes over and grabs a hold of Matt’s head with a side headlock, Matt trying the same trick Xan did by pushing him off, but Vaxman tightens his grip on Stone’s head and stops the momentum. Stone isn’t deterred though, he grabs Xan’s leg and lifts him up, dropping him on the back of his head with a back suplex. Xan releases the hold on impact. Matt goes for a quick cover but barely gets a one count.

Linzi Martin: Both men are looking to get the early advantage here in this World title match.

Stone and Xan are back to their feet, Matt a little faster which allows him to take advantage, first connecting with a toe kick to Xan’s midsection and following that up with a snap suplex. Matt floated over for the cover and again only got a one count. Stone got up quickly, grabbing Xan by the back of the head, but Vaxman was able to free himself with a shot to the gut and a quick uppercut. Matt stumbled backwards and Vaxman charged in, hitting Stone with a big clothesline, sending him sailing out of the ring. Vaxman followed Matt out of the ring this time, wanting to keep the pressure on the champion. Xan called for Stone to get u, and when he did, Xan tossed Stone shoulder first into the steep steps. Matt was dazed after that and was easily set up by Vaxman to get whipped into the steel guard rail. Stone took a wild right hand that was easily avoided by Vaxman and Matt`s arm was grabbed, being pulled straight into the steel ring post. The crowd was starting to cheer as Matt was rolled back inside the ring.

Linzi Martin: Xan seems to be in control here, will he be able to capitalize on this momentum?

When Xan got back in the ring, Stone was struggling to get to his feet. Xan grabbed his head and drove him straight down into the mat with a DDT. Xan rolled Matt over and went for a cover, and got the first two count of the match, but didn’t get the three. Xan picked Stone up and tossed him into the far corner, charging in after him and driving his shoulder right in Matt’s abdomen. Xan then followed up with several right hands, Stone covering up as best he could. Matt went to Xan’s eyes to create some distance, Vaxman backing uo blinking away the pain, he didn’t see Stone on the middle rope who jumped off at Xan, but Vaxman caught him with an atomic drop. Matt selling the pain between his legs, got a straight punch there by the number on contender. Xan’s Dick Punch rang true and Matt fell to the ground. Xan went for the cover and got a near three count, but Stone was able to kick out. Xan looked a little annoyed, but pressed on. He got up and started to untie one of the near turnbuckles, seeing how there were no rules in Rebel, this action was actually being cheered. Stone was getting up gingerly, Vaxman realizing this and facing him, charging in for a knee lift, but Matt sidesteps him and grabs his neck, falling down on his knees, Xan being stretched out over Matt’s back with the Stone Cutter. Rather than go for the cover, Matt just stayed down so that he could catch his breath, Xan holding his back and neck.

Linzi Martin: Matt is looking to retain his title here, could he be forming a come back?

Stone started getting up slowly, calling for Xan to get up. Vaxman was looking around as he was getting u, Stone stalking him from behind. Xan turned and received Matt’s foot in his face, Stone hitting him with the Go Go Gadget Foot. Stone then grabbed his legs and started twisting them around his own leg, turning Xan over into a sharpshooter, or as Stone called it, the Wrath of Khan. Xan called out in pain as Matt wrenched down on his lower back. Xan crawled to the bottom rope, but there was no rope break so Xan had to improvise. Vaxman started crawling under the bottom rope, using the ropes to help separate himself and Stone. Matt released the hold on his own, trying to drag Xan out to the center of the ring, but Vaxman was able to counter with an inside cradle when Matt had dragged him away from the ropes. Fortunately for canadian pharmacy spam stop Matt, he was able to kick out before three and avoid losing his title on that exchange. Matt and Xan got up after that, Xan a little quicker on the draw and hit Stone with a knee lift. Matt was doubled over as Xan got him in a front chancery, flipping him over on his back with a Northern Lights Suplex! Xan bridged the hold as the referee got down to make the count. Between the 2 an 3 count, Matt rolled his right shoulder off the mat, but the referee wasn’t in the right position and counted the 3! The bell sounded and the crowd erupted for Xan. Matt sat up confused, starting to talk to the referee right away, looking to convince him to call it off, but he didn’t. Xan was handed the World title and stared down at it longingly before holding it above his head.

Linzi Martin: Matt got his shoulder up, this match should not have ended like this!

Maya Kalis: Ladies and Gentlemen…the winner of the match and NEW Rebel pro World Champion…Xan Vaxman!

Xan got on the middle rope, holding up his title to more applause when we hear a voice from off screen

???: Hold it, stop everything

The crowd and Xan look down the rampway to see Larry Gorden coming out on the apron with a microphone in his hand

Larry Gordon: Now I realize that not everyone is perfect, but in my company I won’t stand for any controversy in my company. I’m sorry Xan, but we all saw that Matt did indeed get his shoulder up before the three count and because of this, I must over rule my referee and say this match will continue

The crowd booed the announcement as Larry headed back where he came from, Xan looking crestfallen, but he knew he had to re focus quickly. The bell sounded and Xan turned to Matt, quickly getting hit with the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker! Xan fell backwards and Stone went for the cover, hooking his far leg. The referee came as fast as he could to make the count, getting the 1 2 3-NO! Xan kicked out of the Combo Breaker!

Linzi Martin: What a series of events we’ve just seen, and we still have a World title match going on!

Stone was shocked, seeing Xan kick out of his move, Xan really did want this win. Matt picked up Vaxman slowly, locking his head and swinging it down for a neck breaker. Matt went for another cover but only got a two count again. Stone was annoyed, getting back to his feet. Matt sent a few kicks at Xan as he struggled to get back to his feet. Matt went for another kick, but Xan caught his foot, looking Stone dead in the eyes. The crowd was starting to get in to it as Matt was hit with a right hand, then a second one. Xan tossed his foot down and caught him with a third, overhand right fist to his face, Stone backing up dazed. Like earlier in the match, Vaxman charged at Stone and went for a clothesline, Matt ducking down and flipping Vaxman over the top rope to the floor! The crowd gasped as Xan’s foot got stuck on the top rope, his body shifting in mid-air, ending up upside down and ending up landing on his head and neck! Xan was laying motionless on the ground outside. The referee got out of the ring as Stone fell to his knees to catch his breath. After checking on the outside, Xan wasn’t responding to anything the referee was saying. The official held up an x sign to the back and a few doctors came out, bringing a stretcher with them. The referee was speaking with Maya as the doctors checked on Xan and nodded their head, setting a neck brace on him.

Maya Kalis: It has been determined that Xan is no longer able to compete in this match so the winner of the match by forfeit…and STIIILL Rebel Pro World Champion….Matt Stooone!

Matt rolled out of the ring with his title that was left inside the ring, looking down at Xan as well. Matt was asking questions, the camera unable to pick up the dialogue. Stone didn’t loom happy as Xan was placed on the stretcher. They started wheeling him out of the arena, Matt walking with him.

One final shot of Xan being wheeled to the back as we fade out of Aggression

Kingdom of Death 2

The participants started

making their way down to the ring, Anna Mathews leading the way. Anna entered the first cage, followed by Marvin Wood, The Harlequin, Jeremy Gold, and Mark McNasty. Matt Stone and Emily Corlen come out together, but only get about halfway down the ramp where they get attacked from behind by Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes! Each wielding steel chairs, the Rebel Pro tag team champions go down from the assault. The crowd starts cheering as Emily is the first to get to her feet, catching a potential second chair shot from Jethro. Corlen sends a kick to the mid section of Hayes and rips the chair out of his grasp, ramming the end of it into Jethro’s ribs. Engel swings for Corlen’s head who is able to duck out of the way. Stone is starting to get up and he catches the back swing of Engel in the side of the head, collapsing face first. We see a small pool of blood forming under his head. Emily tosses the chair in her hands over at Engel who smacks it out of the air with the chair in his hand, but doesn’t see Emily charging in and is taken down by a spear! Emily starts reigning fists down on Engel, who covers up before rolling Emily on her back, sending the same amount of right hands down at her. Officials come out to break them up, Jethro slinking inside the first cage. A few paramedics come out to check on Stone as well, who hasn’t moved since the second chair shot. Both Matthew and Emily are taken to the back and have been removed from the match, a stretcher is brought out for Stone and he’s placed atop it, also being carried out to the back.

 

Linzi Martin: “Oh my god! We haven’t even started yet and the odds on favourites, Stolen Hearts, have been taken out by Second 2 None!”

Maya Kalis: “Wow. Uhhh…okay then. Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the second ever Kingdom of Death match! As you can see, all eight participants have made their way to the ring. With the three cages you see before you is where this match will take place. The first part of this match is a regular cage match requiring two pin fall or submission eliminations to end. When the first two participants have been eliminated, the remaining six competitors will be moved to the second match, the electrified steel cage match. Inside that match will occur two more eliminations via pinfall or submission, and the remaining two competitors will be brought to the third and final cage. Inside that cage, the match turns into an inferno I quit match. cialis Using the fire raging against the steel cage walls, you must have your opponent say the words “I quit” while they are on fire to eliminate them. The winner of the match will the last competitor standing, receive the thorn crown and be representing Rebel Pro Wrestling in their upcoming AoWF World Title match! Let’s get this on!”

The now six competitors for the Kingdom of Death match are all in the first of the three adjoining cages. Harlequin is standing in the middle of the ring looking around at Jethro, Anna, Mark and Marvin who have all surrounded him as Jeremy Gold sits in a corner avoiding everyone.

 

Linzi Martin: “We’re set to start the brand new Kingdom of Death match. Finding out that the winner will receive an AoWF world title match is huge! I’ll be calling this match by myself because apparently I’m not earning my full paycheque, thank you very much Larry Gorden.”

 

Ding Ding

 

With the sound of the bell, Harlequin flashes his hands back and forth and procures and bouquet of flowers, handing them to Anna. Mathews looks at them with a puzzled expression as Harlequin offers his hand to her for a partnership. Anna doesn’t know what to make of the clown, but Jethro does as he grabs Harlequin’s green afro and whips him face first into the steel cage wall. Harlequin slides down and wall with Hayes looking back at Anna. Anna calls for the clown and Jethro is willing to oblige, whipping Harlequin over to her and gets hit in the face with the bouquet in Anna’s hand. Harlequin flops on the mat, McNasty bouncing off the ropes and driving his elbow down into the heart of Harlequin. The clown starts getting up, Marvin Wood dashing towards him and driving him straight down into the mat with the Imperfect Tense. Anna heads over to the near corner, glancing back at the Harlequin, who is still laying flat on his back. Anna leaps up and performs her devastating finisher, the Slash and Burn! When she lands on him, Anna hooks his outside leg and gets the 1 2 3, eliminating the Harlequin.

 

Linzi Martin: “Well that was interesting, we’re down to five.”

 

With the clown out of commission, the remaining four combatants turn their attention to Jeremy Gold, who looks about as nervous as the mouse trapped by four hungry cats. Gold’s wobbly feet slowly get him up and he looks at each person in the match. He makes a mad dash for McNasty as if he was the weaker of the four and gets a large foot in his face from Mark for his trouble. Jeremy stays down holding his nose as Jethro drops a large le across his neck. Anna hits the ropes and springboards off the middle rope, coming back on Gold with a moon

sault. Jethro picks up Gold by the scruff of the neck, sets him up and drops him flat on his back with the Planter! Hayes glances at the other three who don’t seem to care and Jethro hooks Gold’s leg, getting the 1 2 3. Jeremy Gold has been eliminated.

 

Linzi Martin: “Correction, we’re down to four already! The participants will need to move to the second cage, now. The electrified steel should add an interesting dynamic here.”

 

The bell rings and the action stops, several referees entering the ring to ensure that the competitors head to the second cage. Marvin exits first, not even looking back at the other competitors. Following him in Jethro Hayes, who is followed by Mark and finally Anna. Before getting into the cage, Anna stops at the apron and looks under the ring, pulling out what can only be described as a weapon of minor destruction. On one end is a mallet and the other is four spinning blades commonly referred to as a garden weasel. Oh, did I mention it was gold plated? Yeah, it’s that cool. Anna heads into the second cage. The door is locked and the charge is set.

 

Linzi Martin: “With the electric charge going through the cage, Anna better cheapest cialis online uk make sure that…weapon she has doesn’t get caught up. What is that thing, anyway?”

 

Ding

Anna charges over at Wood first, hitting him in the side of the head with the mallet, crumbling Wood down in a corner. Jethro goes over for the weapon, and gets hit in the same injured ribs with the mallet again. Hayes doubles over and Anna turns the handle on her weapon, running the blades across Jethro’s face. The crowd ‘oohs’ as Hayes goes down holding his face. Mark is backing into a corner as Anan starts approaching him, a sick smirk on her face as she holds her weapon u high, but she’s hit from behind by Marvin with a high knee! Anna stumbled forward and Mark catches her in the knee with a low dropkick. Anna falls face first into the middle turnbuckle. Mark then quickly charges Marvin and knocks him down on the mat, reigning rights and lefts. He hasn’t forgotten what Wood had to say leading up to the bought. Marvin is able to push Mark off him as he rolls to his feet, McNasty grabbing Wood by the back of the head and running him into the steel cage, Wood getting a dose of the electric field! Wood crumbles to the mat, jerking a bit from the electricity. Hayes is back up, his face a crimson mask from the metal blades already used n him. He awaits Mark to turn around, and when he finally does, Hayes charges at him, going for the Plow! McNasty’s reflexes what dosage viagra to take save him as he side steps the monster of a man who spears the electric steel The crowd reacts seeing the blood act as a conductor for the electricity and Hayes quickly backs up and falls on his back as Mark hooks him up for a school boy! 1 2 3! Jethro Hayes has rhino vs viagra been eliminated in a brutal fashion.

 

Linzi Martin: “Oh my gosh! Someone needs to check on Jethro and get him out of there!”

Unfortunately, the action does not stop as Mark is getting back to his feet, he’s hit in the back of the head with the mallet from Anna! Mark falls down and Anna turns her attention to Wood. She spins the handle around and drives the blades of the weasel into Wood’s face, who franticly reaches out and grabs the stick to prevent it from making contact with his body. Anna pushes down on it, however Wood maintains some control of it until Anna kicks him between the legs! Given the shock of the blow, Marvin’s grip loosens and his face is introduced to the golden steel! Marvin’s forehead is immediately cut open and we see blood trickling down. Mark is starting to get up, but he sees what’s happening in the corner and backs up, in fact the camera picks up that he’s whistling something to himself. Anna pulls back on the blades and raises the mallet high in the air, bringing it down on Wood who is still quick enough to side step the blunt object. McNasty seeing that Marvin is getting free, comes over as well to try and keep Wood on the defensive. Mark grabs Marvin’s head and tries picking him up buy generic cialis canadian pharmacy for a suplex, however Wood catches him with a straight knee to his head and lands on his feet behind Mark, pushing him into Anna who cracks him with the mallet. Mark goes down hard and Anna charges at Wood, who backs up and catches Anna with a drop toe hold, the mallet hitting the electrified cage and Mathews is forced to drop the weapon from the shock. Wood picks up Mark and tries to lock him in to a front choke hold, but he hears a noise behind him and glances back to see Anna going for her Boomerfly kick. Wood ducks and Mark gets caught in the face with the kick! Wood pushes Anna into the cage wall and pins uk pharmacy viagra McNasty! 1 2 3

 

Linzi Martin: “Mark McNasty, the Rebel Pro Aggression champion has been eliminated. We are down to two and that means the final cage.”

The bell sounds and the referees get in the ring. Wood exits first, followed by Anna who is forced to leave her weapon behind as they both enter the third cage. The flaming cage.

 

Linzi Martin: “This match is generic celebrex very similar to the London’s Burning match, the even that say Marvin Wood lose the PWA World title. Will he be able to survive this time?”

The cage door closes and the fire starts up. The two competitors, Marvin Wood and Anna Mathews lock up immediately, Wood getting behind her with a hammer lock and tries running her right into the fire, but Anna puts the brakes on. Mathews reaches back and snaps Marvin over with a snap mare, Wood’s boots in the fire. He backs up into Anna who drives her knee right into Marvin’s spine. Anna hits the far away ropes and returns, hitting Wood in the back again, this time with a low drop kick. Wood rolls over in pain, away from the fire. Anna sets her foot on the back of Marvin’s head and leap up, driving her knee in the back of his head. Anna picks up Marvin, locking his right leg and lifting him up slightly before dropping him straight down on his head, a fisherman’s DDT. Knowing a pin fall would not assist her, Anna starts dragging Marvin over to the flaming cage wall. As they get closer, Marvin can feel the heat from the flames and sends his free leg into Anna’s backside, forcing her into a corner chest first. Wood scrambles to his feet, Anna getting out of the corner and turns into Marvin who quickly drives her straight into the mat with the Imperfect Tense! Anna’s head hits the bottom turnbuckle and she might be out cold. Wood, sensing victory, picks her up and sets her over the ropes, between them and the flaming cage walls. Marvin grabs her head andpulls back with a dragon sleeper, or a modified Imperfect Science. flagyl dosage With Anna so close to the flames, her boots and pads start to catch fire. Combined with the lack of blood getting to her brain from Wood’s hold, Anna fights as long as she can, but is ultimately forced to give up, saying “Ai Kwit” in front of the live crowd, who boo as Marvin Wood releases the hold and raises his arm. A group of officials rush in the ring to get Anna away from the fire and use an extinguisher on her legs to ensure she isn’t severely burned.

Linzi Martin: “So Marvin Wood wins this year’s Kingdom of Death match. Just two weeks ago Marvin teamed with the AoWF World champion and now he will face that man, the Phoenix, for that very World title! He also gets the prestigious thorn crown. What a match!”

Marvin wipes some of the blood off his face as he walks around the ring, raising his hand in victory. The referees arrive and crown Marvin Wood…

QUICK RESULTS

Marvin Wood wins the Kingdom of Death 2